#even in normal punk getup…

[arson-anarchy-death]

Why I think Rayni should be punk:

She is very loudly and proudly against the system

I’m gay

[ohdeerfully]

Hii! I really like your work :3

Can you do demon alastor and his goth human girlfriend comfort scenarios? :D

hii! i hope i did some justice, i dont know much about alternative subcultures (,: i tried something new, with some bulleted headcanons and a oneshot afterwards! thank you so much for the request! <3

How to Summon an Overlord

Alastor x Goth!Reader (fluff) TW: mentions of animal death/taxidermy

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Alastor definitely appreciated the goth aesthetic

He lived in Hell, yeah, but a lot of the style there was more punk or grunge. Not that he even knew what these words meant but he could visually tell the difference

Similarly, you adored his red color scheme. You thought it complimented your black extremely well

He wasn’t particular about the music, it wasn’t quite his taste, but he didn’t mind listening as long as it was with you. He could manage to enjoy what you enjoyed

You typically conjured him into your world two or three times a week. You weren’t a busy person, but he was a busy demon

You typically spent a while before seeing him getting into a full goth getup, perfecting your white foundation and sharp eyeliner for what felt like hours 

He would assure you that it wasn’t necessary, but wasn’t overbearing about it. He knew some people just liked to get dressy

He did kind of like knowing that you were so excited to see him and show yourself off to him though

The dates you shared with him were… untraditional, to say the least

He enjoyed taking you out deep into the forest to explore and find bones and such to add to your collection at home. You were brave alone, but before meeting him never dared going as far in as you two did. There was so much you had been missing out on

He would never tell you, but when you weren’t looking he would use some of his powers–which were much weaker in the human realm than in Hell–to quickly catch and kill a small rodent if you were having no luck. He knew you’d probably get upset with him about the morality of it

Even though you’re literally dating a demon

So like. What morality

“I was a hunter in my life,” He had said when you caught him standing over the corpse of a deer. “I know how to… track them. When they’re dying.”

You loved that sinister grin of his. You never knew what was really going on behind it, but you found that and his glowing red eyes so… attractive. Oddly enough

At-home concerts were a must. As stated earlier, he wasn’t a huge fan of your taste in music, but he would never admit it. He did his best to follow in your steps and you swung your arms and sang out to your song of choice

He forced you to dance along with him to some jazz, too, of course. He left you no option for that

Baking was probably the most normal thing you two did together

He didn’t like sweets at all, but he liked shaping the dough into little themed cookies

He also loved helping you dye your hair; so much so that the second your roots started showing signs of your natural hair color he was the first to point it out

He loved being able to sit behind you and run his fingers and work the dye into every strand of hair. He didn’t care if it stained his fingers

Gifts weren’t very common from him, but you could tell that when he did get you something, a lot of thought went into it

Recently he had given you a dainty black chain with the most beautiful, glimmering blood-red ruby dangling off of it

You always asked him about what Hell was like. You asked and asked and asked, so many questions. And he was happy to talk your ear off in return

Part of him wanted to convince you to choose a sinner’s path, to join in him Hell. Honestly, he had a feeling you would if he simply asked. You seemed genuinely devoted to him

But, at the same time, the other part of him did care about you in a way that didn’t want to see you stuck in that place. Even with him

That was something he’d think about later

You were always so upset when it was time to exorcise him back to Hell. Harsh words, but it was just technicality

You clung onto his fingers for longer than you needed to. You knew he’d be back in a few days, but you had begun to feel increasingly lonely in the time between his visits

He would give you an affirming squeeze on the shoulder, and rest his chin against the top of your head for a moment before you performed the ritual

He kept in contact with you through the haunted radio you met him through, of course, a daily meeting that had become routine

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You loved antique shopping. 

Especially when you end up with your own little haunted radio.

Especially when that radio had the smoothest voice, with the most peculiar and out of date accent. It was charming. And, it knew your name.

You sighed as you stroked your fingers down your cat’s back, smiling softly as it arched into your touch. Your legs were crossed in front of you, sporting a comfortable and fuzzy skull-patterned pair of pajamas. Your eyes kept flicking expectantly to that old radio, and you were growing impatient. You hadn’t heard from the demon haunting it all day, and you were growing lonely.

It felt incredibly surreal and peculiar, feeling ghosted by a literal ghost. Or demon. Or monster. Or whatever it was.

You weren’t really a lonely person, preferring to stay inside–enjoying the comfort of your cat and a good song or show as you practiced tattoo flashes on the kit you bought yourself as a birthday present. But you had grown fond of that voice, as strange as it may seem. And you believed he had grown fond of you as well, what with the pet names he had begun referring to you as.

A crackle of that radio made you jump to your feet, which startled your cat. You quickly ducked down to apologize and rub behind his ears before scampering over to the coffee table and crossing your legs as you sat in front of it. You couldn’t help the smile that beamed across your face.

“Little bat,” The voice practically sang. You rested your head on your hands, careful to avoid a fresh piercing you had given yourself earlier in the day. “Sorry, I’ve been quite busy with my duties down here.”

You sighed, a childish grin playing across your face. “I was beginning to think you forgot about me. After all that work I did repairing you.”

“Darling, I would sooner redeem myself in heaven than forget about you.” Your brow quirked at his statement.

“Isn’t heaven like… all sun and happiness and grandeur.”

“You’d be surprised.”

You let the conversation end there. You couldn’t get over that voice of his. Maybe it was the combination of the accent and the filter of the radio over it, but you just knew this demon had to be a handsome one. Though, you had considered the idea of him being some sort of terrifying, eldritch horror. You could probably get behind it, honestly.

You purse your lips in thought, fantasizing about seeing the owner of the voice.

“Why haven’t you told me your name yet?” You asked him. A few seconds passed by.

“How incredibly rude of me!” He announced, and he sounded genuinely upset with himself. “I forgot my manners, I truly never expected this radio to be touched again. I’m Alastor, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Pleasure’s all mine,” You laughed a bit, playing along with the formality. You reached forward and brushed a settlement of dust near the base of the mesh cover. 

“Hey,” You said slowly. You continued after he responded with a hum of curiosity. “I have a bunch’a books on like… summoning demons. And stuff. Do you know if…” You trailed, hoping that he was catching the idea.

He did catch on, and you heard an amused chuckle. 

“I’ve never thought about it,” Alastor admitted. “I’ve been too busy down here to really care about visiting the human world.” Even through the filter of static, you could tell his curiosity was piqued. And you were suddenly very, very excited.

“Stay here,” You jumped up without a second thought and scampered into your room. You had a cabinet full of small antiques and trinkets, from cute bunny figures to reptile skulls. You gingerly opened a lower drawer, careful not to knock anything over, and rummaged through an old storage of books you didn’t often touch.

While you were in your room, you quickly swiped on basic makeup. There was no way you had time to do a full face, you felt that you were risking it already even putting a little bit on. You teased your hair and threw on a simple outfit, layering some jewelry over it. If you were going to summon a whole-ass demon in your house, you wanted to at least look hot. Obviously.

You hurried out back into your living room. You felt a little nervous as you neared the radio, which had gone quiet. Usually, when Alastor was connected, there was a garble of frequency that announced his presence.

You skimmed your fingers across the mesh and, nearly instantly, he was back. You wondered if he felt any physical connection to the thing. You decided to ask him about it later. You gently picked up the radio and traveled into your basement.

It was the perfect ambience for this type of thing. A bit dreary, empty, cold… You really only used the basement for storage, so the air was thick with dust and stagnant oxygen.

“Okay. I got a couple books on different ways I could go about this. I should have all the candles and salt and stuff…” You flipped through the pages, muttering as you set out different books on methods of evocation that seemed interesting around you, your legs crossed comfortably.

He hadn’t said much since you mentioned summoning him to your realm. You began to wonder if this was a good idea. Were you jumping the gun? Was he actually as interested in you as you were in him? Did he want to see you?

You suppose he noticed the long pause in your mumbling, because he finally spoke. 

“Find anything, (Y/N)?” You smiled at his question. You took that as a good enough sign that he was interested.

“I found some… I just hope one of them works.” Alastor simply hummed in response.

You carefully drew a symbol on the concrete floor, hand dripping with white paint. Your arm was pressed against your chest to keep your stack of necklaces from dragging along the ground you kneeled down on. Your eyes flicked back and forth between your work and the book, trying to make it as perfect as possible.

Alastor hummed a little tune as you laid out the necessary candles. A few white ones dotted the formed circle, for “purification and spiritual protection” the book said. You figured it wouldn’t hurt, just in case Alastor did end up being some hideous monster. You crossed your fingers.

“Okay…” You said slowly, standing up to examine your work. You bent over to pick up the book you followed. You also carefully placed Alastor’s radio in the center of the symbol you drew. “Get ready.”

You read over the words a few times before trying out the chant. 

You must’ve done it just right, because as soon as the words began tumbling from your mouth, a wind manifested and twirled around the circle you had created. Amazingly, the candles remained lit.

The lace on your clothes billowed in the wind, and your hair blew into your eyes. You furrowed your brows in an attempt to stay focused and kept your eyes on the paragraph. You could see that radio slightly glowing out of your peripheral.

A flash of light concluded the chant, and your eyes squeezed shut at the unexpected shine. You had thrown your arm over your head, and carefully began to peek under your elbow as the wind settled.

The candles, save for the white ones, had all gone out and the room smelled heavily of the smoke that curled from the extinguished wicks. And, in the center of the circle, the radio was gone.

And a demon sat in its place.

He was sitting, arms catching himself on the ground and a puzzled look on his face. The transition between realms obviously wasn’t the smoothest ride, but he quickly gained composure and stood up, brushing off his clothes.

The first thing you noticed was how tall he was. How he loomed over you, even from a couple feet away. The next was those piercing, dangerous red eyes of his as he made eye contact with you. And then his lips curled up in a wide, yellow grin.

“A pleasure to finally meet you in person, little bat, quite a pleasure,” He said with a dramatic bow. You were too stunned to speak, simply looking up at him with your mouth agape.

You realized that radio filter over his voice wasn’t exclusive to the radio itself, because his voice cracked with it as he spoke to you. You swallowed your intimidation and stepped towards him. He wasn’t a disgusting tentacle monster, which was awesome. He was actually… incredibly handsome. Lucky you.

“It’s… so good to finally meet you, too,” you said. You reached a hand out towards him. His eyes followed your movement carefully, smile twitching and eyebrows narrowing as he considered your hand.

Your hand was stopped at the edge of the circle he had been summoned in. Some invisible barrier prevented you from getting any closer. You both looked down at your hand, and then back up at each other.

You laughed, breathlessly and nervously. After all that work, you couldn’t even get any closer to him.

“Those candles, (Y/N),” Alastor explained with a teasing grin. You looked down at the white candles that still had their flame. You cursed yourself briefly.

“I was, uh, a little nervous. That’d you’d be, like, you know…”

“A hideous, slimy monster?”

“Yeah.”

Alastor laughed down at you. “My dear…” His voice was suddenly incredibly menacing,  the scratching of his radio-like ambience becoming more aggressive. You felt a cold sweat run down your spine. As fast as the tone changed, though, it was normal again. His voice was light with humor once again. “You have absolutely nothing to worry about!”

You stooped down towards a candle to snuff it, but a quick rap from the demon’s cane halted you. You slowly craned your head up to look at him.

“You wouldn’t want to upset the delicate balance of a seance, my bat,” He said smoothly. “You can fix it next time. I should be going, I wasn’t expecting this… I have some things to do back in Hell.”

Next time, you thought, a tight feeling in your chest. You were incredibly excited at that idea, and it helped you not feel so bad about the short visit from Alastor. You nodded at him before turning around and fishing through the book for a banishment spell.

“I’ll… see you later then,” You said after finding the page. You pressed your hand against the invisible barrier again, to which he followed and pressed his own on the opposite side. You examined those long fingers of his. He smiled down at you. His expression was strange and unreadable.

“Until next time.”

[pokerninja2]

Rabbid Luigi's vamp powers have only gotten stronger since the first Mario + Rabbids, and by the time he joined the volleyball tournament with his other Rabbid friends, he's turned into a full vampire! Try not to get bitten on the field, or he'll steal your stats to make his even better!

I just finished Rabbid Luigi today, so I guess I can break him down now! First and foremost, I actually had this idea for quite awhile, and it started a few months ago when I saw my good friend @bramble-scramble post this:

(by the way check her out she makes good art)

But this post gave me an idea for what I should do with Rabbid Luigi here. The Rabbids tend to be way more extreme in their new designs and abilities than the standard Mario characters, which fits because they're already insanely wacky. So for this guy, he's fully embraced his unique vamp abilities from the first game!

Of course that's only half of it - Paper Mario fans must surely recognize him wearing Mr. L's outfit! I thought this was really fitting - he was already a dark alter-ego of Luigi, so Rabbid Luigi's vampire getup being considerably darker than his normal look made total sense. Only thing is his logo doesn't have a black patch like Mr. L's, but him using his actual team emblem felt more important, heh.

As mentioned, his vampire abilities are pretty much entirely based on his Vamp Dash from the first Mario + Rabbids, especially his Vamp Rush. Anyone he attacked with it would get damaged, and he'd heal himself by some of the damage he dealt. So translating that as him stealing opponents stats, their life force as it were, is both fitting and really fun for a unique gameplay mechanic. His stats are already good, but get in his way, and they'll just get even better!

Vampire Punk is mostly original, just being a silly breakdance with those purple bat things that appear whenever someone uses vamp. The idea of the dance itself did come from his weaken ability in Sparks of Hope though!

That's about all I have for him. Like all Rabbids, bringing out the most insane aspects of him for this was really fun, and it made for a character who plays pretty unique compared to the rest of the cast. What's not to like?

EDIT: two of my friends pointed out that the vampire wings resemble the Vampire Candy from Mario Party 8. I actually didn't intend for this, and in fact the wings were a bit more designed after Ridley's. Still, fun coincidence that there was a vampire form that's pretty identical in function to how I made these vampire mechanics work!

[evilbonehag]

Outlast AU: Normal Fucking People! EdVal friendship stupidity lets go-

(Warning for mentions of sexual assault for backstory reasons yk)

(Normal Fucking People is what I’ve lovingly named my slice of life Outlast AU where all the characters are haunt actors who scare people for a living)

• They bonded initially over loving horror and performance- they share details about their characters to each other that no one else knows. Their work at the Mount Massive/Temple Gate haunts originally got them talking and now they each realize how deeply their own lives and traumas affect the characters they play

• the weird kind of friendship where one of them is extremely put together and the other is always a fucking mess so it almost seems unfair (but it switches constantly because Eddie may be a homeowner but despite Val never having any money she is usually on the listening end when he’s got something to vent about and this is Often)

• Give the rancid vibes of a toxic couple (Constant gross pet names from Eddie, constant innuendos from Val, she likes to sit on his lap at parties and it weirds people out, they’re always hanging out and talking shit about people they hate etc etc)

• Really though, they’re each healing in their own way, its just a LOT. Val escaped an abusive Christian upbringing, Eddie has cpstd from childhood sexual abuse and they’ve each lived for 30-40 years and are JUST NOW trying to undo it all

• seriously Eddie didn’t even admit to himself that he was gay until a few months ago. Val suspected the whole time and definitely poked him about it and BOY would he get upset.

• meanwhile Eddie is a terrible great wingman for Val who is currently dealing with her giant gay crush on Marta. he’s just trying to learn how to not be overtly terrifying to be around (Hes WEIRDLY friendly. Marta hates this.)

• Eddie used to be visibly uncomfortable with being seen with Val in public in her goth-satanist-punk-what-have-you getup but they found the solution was not, in fact, to get Val to tone it down, but to get Eddie into wearing vintage. So now they’re getting into looking weird in public together, slowly but surely, and they’re quite the pair

•Eddie follows Val’s blog but he doesn’t have the attention span to Read All of That (Val writes essay-length blog posts and journals for fun, mostly about horror, sexuality, religion, human beings, etc.)

• Val is really well read and really good at talking. She has been able to get Eddie to listen to her musings very often when they smoke together

• it took Val a surprising amount of effort to get Eddie to be okay with getting high and he was a huge baby about it the first time they tried

• Eddie’s transition from “Can you please leave the spiked dog collar at home” to “Your tights need more holes in them, let me get the scissors-”

• Eddie has an oldies/musical theatre playlist for the car but Val hates upbeat showtunes more than anything. Eddie gives her rides everywhere so he’s been making it a challenge to find her something she’d like (“If I can imagine a kick-line to it, it’s trash, Ed”)

• The amount of crying and screaming these two do around each other. There was a period of their friendship where they were consistently talking each other down from things. Val is still grappling with shame around sexuality despite outwardly being very sex-positive, and Eddie has so much trouble trusting people and releasing control for fear of being assaulted again. They’re okay with being very raw and unfiltered around each other in ways they can’t be with anyone else

• “Did you see Rick at the haunt last night?”

“Fuck Rick.”

“Yeah, fuck Rick.”

[mejomonster]

PLAYING MAJIMA AGAIN HELL YEAH BABY

ok but in earnestness I love his character. The enterance after a business yakuza meeting to contrast 1 how He's extra and will do this to prove a point 2 he's the mad dog of tojo and you are gonna get bit if you fuck over the clan 3 showcases so well how he balances his persona with his intelligence.

He knows this is a fucked situation. So he uses his extreme Persona to point out its fucked up to Terada, support the old tojo clan leaders complaints in a strong way, and remind the new blood that this is an established clan with competent people who matter too.

Then the car ride after again. His subordinate also wears eyeliner and more fun clothing, him and majima rocking punk bi chic with an air of casual and classy (nice fashionable unique clothes they like but also in majimas case tits out and subordinate no suit just comfy sweater shirt). Compared to the entire tojo clan meeting of men in dark suits. Without even nishikis old white getup to contrast anymore. So there's this whole vibe majima and his family are going for, to be a bit less to the book a bit less to the norm a bit more Themselves before anything else, and then to seem less Business hungry than the others - showing they value self over business or success. To look less ambitious, not an enemy to the top. But still competent at being the strongest, bringing in the most cash to prove a point. Majima is intensely smart (he ran the Grand, he survived intense shit, and he aims to help ppl around him survive who he picks yo care about). He doesn't want to be at the top, he wants to survive and thrive as himself in this Life he's IN and he clearly seems to aim for that for his family too. The car ride indicating at first a LOT of his intelligence and contemplations, an obvious sign why the subordinate probably likes and wants to work for him. Then his true concerns get asked about too close to home, and majima barks - yelling at the subordinate to floor it and stop asking stuff. A very obvious show that majimas bark is very much an act he does to manipulate people to be at the distance he wants or needs them to be. Despite that bark, his subordinates still end up somewhat trusting and admiring of him if this guy and nishida are anything to go by.

It's no surprise majimas family splits from tojo, and even tries to go legit into construction. Majima is a smart man, instills loyalty cause he can't quite cover up his intelligence or care fully to the ppl close enough like nishida (and like Kiryu). So of course they back him doing the crazy money stunt at the meeting, dress like him even though it clearly sets them apart from the tojo clan suits, and side with him whatever crazy idea he cooks up - from jumping kiryu in a baseball batting cage, to quitting the yakuza and buying purgatory. Much of the time his bark is loud and intense and bites at them too, but underneath it there's some gems and his subordinates stick around for that. It's no wonder he appeals in a way that instills more loyalty than say Terada (similarly the Kazuma family tends to instil tightness in its ranks).

Then on a shallower note. I fucking love and miss his fighting style. I love seeing majimas side of all this. I love the additional story for majima. I love that he dresses like he does. I love his characterization and I already LOVED characters that put on acts (hi Zhao Yunlan, Spock, Shen Wei, probably most of my faves), and this particular mini story they made for him is showing off his act versus internal motivation really well. In fact so far all of kiwami 2 has. When he re sees kiryu he puts on a light act of entertainment, then competition, which kiryu smiles at cause he's used to this play by now and way majima handles things. Then majima wont take his hand but Is happy theyre back to normal fighting, agrees to help and because he Is smart and does care points out kiryu is being played, then wants to go it alone on his construction issues (because he's not owing people, he doesn't wanr ppl hurt cause of him unless it's on purpose so he can control the fallout, he doesn't want kiryu admitting they really have grown from acquaintances who hoped well of each other from a distance - if u ignore majima everywhere side quests a bit lol - to actually friends who actually consistently side with each other). But kiryu is well himself, stubborn and entirely straightforward, and pushes majima go let him be part of the team. I loved majimas characterization already, and I love it evolving in this particular game.

I also am now loving getting to see the majima family members. More of them please.

[notchesandbullets]

She’s Mine (Protective!Bakugou x Punk!Tattooed!Reader) feat. Erasermic

Warnings: racism, implied homophobia (not by anyone in the main cast), sexism, discrimination/discriminatory behavior, Modern!AU, Aged-Up!AU, features Bakugou’s parents, Erasermic, Kota, Eri, Mahoro, Katsuma and all of Class A defending you when insults start to fly.

Synopsis: This is not the first time you’re seeing Bakugou’s family but it is the first time you’re meeting his grandmother, who is not the best company to be around. He comes to your defense after you stand up for yourself and he had no qualms about sticking his face in the old hag’s because he’d be damned if he lets anyone talk to you like that. You’re his.

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“Y/N’s here!!!” Mitsuki called over her shoulder as she threw the front door wide open before you could even ring the doorbell.

Her son had texted her that you two were on their way and she was eager to see you. With the job and your relationship with her son, you two were busy bees and didn’t come around as often anymore. 

Which is why she insisted that her stubborn son at least come around for his birthday since it only happened one day out of the year. Then he could continue doing whatever it was that he was doing. 

Luckily, you were on her side and helped convince him to go just this once.

You laughed at the pitter-patter of tiny feet scampering across the cherry hardwood before dropping everything to catch the little kid that tunneled into your legs. 

“Y/N!!! You’re back!!!”

Eri’s ruby red eyes sparkled with joy as she clung to your legs.

“I missed you!!!” She shouted excitedly, hugging your knees tight.

You giggled, resting a hand on top of her head. “I missed you too, munchkin.”

Bakugou snorted behind you and you were reminded of his presence. “Oi, brat. Are you going to let us in or what?”

Eri stuck her tongue out at him childishly before dashing back inside, a trick she learned from her big brother Izuku, doubling back to grab your hand and hauled you inside with her. You casted a glance over your shoulder at your boyfriend but he shrugged, giving you the go-ahead.

He would catch up to you two troublemakers later. Besides, he knew you would want to see all the kids first. 

Kota, an orphan whose extended family gave him up for adoption, along with the siblings, Mahoro and Katsuma, were all under Aizawa’s guardianship.

After he adopted Eri, it sort of just snowballed until he was in too deep. He told Mic repeatedly that it wasn’t his fault that he had a soft spot for orphans.

His husband had merely shook his head with a laugh and hoisted Katsuma up higher so that he could reach the cupcakes they were going to sneak behind his back before dinner.

Mitsuki closed the door behind him as her son kicked off his shoes. 

“She gets that from me.” She said proudly as she gazed lovingly at Eri. She loved having her around the house. 

Since Aizawa and Mic lived relatively close, they came over often since she was feeling rather lonely with an empty nest.

Bakugou snorted. “Yeah, no shit.”

His mother glared at him for his language but didn’t reprimand him like she normally would and his eyes turned into hateful slits.

“Don’t tell me—” He started, gritting his teeth.

“They’re here.” She said with a heavy sigh.

Bakugou cursed vehemently under his breath, his brow furrowing deeply as he fought to control himself. He was banking on them not making an appearance today. 

His grandparents on his dad’s side, though he adored his grandad and thought the world of him, he absolutely could not stand his grandmother. 

She was racist, sexist, had limited views on literally everything and would raise hell if she didn’t get her way and she was a huge pain in his ass.

Even his own mother couldn’t stand her and that was saying something because she tolerated everyone to some degree, despite her odd love language when it came to him. 

They were both shit at communicating but it had gotten better as he got older. 

Now, the worst things that happened were spats here and there when they disagreed but his mother was usually good about backing off if she felt he could make the right decision for himself, which wasn’t often but it was better than none. 

Bakugou strolled inside and his eyes softened for a second when he saw you playing with Mahoro, Kota sitting on your lap as Eri was climbing all over Midoriya. You four were currently playing Monopoly and Eri exclaiming in shock as she realized she was losing since the devious Kota was slowly claiming more and more property.

“Haha!!” He cackled, rubbing his hands together evilly. “You landed on the purple one!!”

“No fair!!” Eri protested. “I don’t have enough money!!!”

“Too bad!!”

“Deku-niichan.” Eri cried, her eyes watering and you nearly fell over laughing as he frantically tried to get her to stop crying. 

The rest of his old class from college was already here, as per his mother’s request and Kirishima’s invitation.

Shinsou, Tsuyu, Todoroki and Iida were all near the food, the previous class rep serving drinks even though it wasn’t his job to play host. 

Tokoyami was currently engaged in a conversation with his dad and as Bakugou spun around the room, he realized every last one of his old classmates had shown up.

It was fucking crowded in his house. 

But the spark of joy he felt diminished the instant he saw his grandmother and he scowled, straying to your side almost protectively as her eyes burned into his back. 

This. 

This was why he didn’t fucking want her here. He didn’t want her to rain judgement upon the person who had won over his heart.

No way in hell.

Look, you weren’t fragile by any means. Your heart was filled with a healthy amount of self-esteem and you had built up your walls to protect yourself against people who had something to say about your many tattoos or piercings, yet you still were the kindest soul he had ever met. 

It was in the way you walked and interacted with people, a genuine smile always present on your features as you gave them more respect than most would give you upon first glance.

Bakugou knew you could handle yourself but you shouldn’t have to with his own fucking relatives. That shit was messed up. 

You glanced at your boyfriend out of the corner of your eye and your gaze dropped down to where his hands were clenched into fists, jaw locked tight and you sigh, softly urging Kota to get up and continue playing with Mahoro and Katsuma until you got back.

The boy grumbled but did as you asked, easily getting swept up in the competition of the game as you drifted to Bakugou’s side.

“I know that look,” You murmured into his ear, your hand covering his as you ignored the idle chatter coming from your friends and family around you. “What’s wrong?”

Bakugou clenched his teeth and debated about it for a second.

“Nothing.” He spat out eventually, choosing to deal with the old hag himself and you let him go when he stomped off, knowing that Kirishima or Kaminari would handle whatever it was that just happened if he didn’t want to talk to you about it. 

Momo greeted you warmly and a smile slipped onto your face as though it had never left. 

You hadn’t bothered to dress all that nice or different from your usual getup, feeling more comfortable in leather and all black that looked like you just came from a rock concert but you got the feeling that not everyone was feeling it as much as Jirou was when she came over to compliment you on your fashion taste.

Shoji and Koda each greeted you respectively and before you knew it, the catered dinner arrived and it was finally time to eat. The judging look you had been aware of from someone you didn’t recognize passing by as you brushed it off as unimportant and focused on helping Mitsuki set the table. 

You clapped your hands gleefully when Eri pitched in to help, complimenting her on how well of a job she did as she finished and you beamed at her when she smiled up at you.

Of course, Aizawa needed to help her since he didn’t want her to stand on a chair and lose her balance but it was easy enough to lift her up. She wasn’t that big yet. 

He had already told Mic he was dreading the day when she would grow up and have to leave home to start her own life and his husband patted him on the back sympathetically, reassuring him that it wouldn’t be the end of the world. 

They loved their children and their children absolutely adored them. 

You had told them as such on more than one occasion since they got insecure that they weren’t adequate parents but you reassured them that they were perfectly imperfect.

They put their kids’ health, safety and happiness before everything else and did everything they could for them. 

You wished your own parents had done that for you. 

As soon as you set down the place settings for everyone and called everyone in for dinner, they flooded the huge dining table that overflowed into the living area to accommodate everyone. 

Bakugou had left for a second to grab something from his old bedroom, promising to be back right away and you reassured him that you would be fine. 

You were barely into helping Mic convince a stubborn Kota to take a spoonful of green beans onto his plate, Shinsou helping Aizawa with Mahoro’s vegetable serving, when a throat cleared itself loudly.

The lively chatter died all around the table died down as grey eyes pierced your own and you stiffened but held your ground. 

You knew that look, you had seen it too many times. 

The older woman opened her mouth and spoke.

“So, you’re my grandson’s girlfriend?” She enunciated, looking you up and down from where she was sitting at the head of the table, her hands setting down her knitting project to glare at you. “I don’t see why he’s dating you.”

The expressions of shock at her vulgar words made several of your friends angry in your defense, Iida and Todoroki trembling in anger and Mina’s eyes narrowed as she dropped her happy-go-lucky personality in favor of ripping her a new one. 

But before any of them could act, she was continuing evenly.

“For someone who doesn’t know how to dress properly and looks like that, I mean, it’s already bad enough that your skin is that color, my dear, and you’ve ruined it even further with those ugly things.” She spat, unaware of the wrath she was evoking from every single person in the room. 

Kaminari’s electric eyes glowed as he saw red. “Bad enough?” 

“Excuse me?” Shoji seethed with unparalleled anger rising up in his chest, a rare sight for the normally calm and collected man.

Jirou, Ochako and Momo were furious at the way she was talking down to you and they shared a look amongst themselves, communicating wordlessly that this wasn’t going to be allowed to get out of hand any longer.

Kirishima was visibly shaking and even the normally shy Koda was fuming in his seat, openly glaring at the elderly woman who spewed insults at you. 

A chair scraped back as Midoriya shot up but you shook your head, holding your finger up to your lips as you subtly gestured for everyone to hold back. 

Aizawa’s nostrils flared from where he was covering Eri’s ears while several of his former students took care of the rest of the kids to make sure they wouldn’t hear this.

To their horror, the grandmother wasn’t even close to being done as she pointed a gnarly finger at you.

“Your job as a girl is to stay in the kitchen and attend to your husband. To even think you’re worth anything if you weren’t involved with my grandson is absurd.” She hissed at you venously, her skewed ideals rooted deeply in her beliefs and how she was raised. “You are a disgrace to even breathe the same air as someone like me.”

“Mother!!”

Bakugou’s father frantically tried to amend what had been done and Mitsuki was about to yell at her but you stopped her. 

Everyone’s eyes turned on you as you took a deep breath. 

“I’m sorry you feel that way, but I won’t apologize for being who I am.” You said quietly but firmly, failing to notice someone coming down the stairs and overhearing your steady words as they flowed from your lips like honey. 

Not tricks. Just genuine sympathy, like you didn’t even hear her say all those horrible things to you. 

It was supposed to be your boyfriend’s day and you weren’t going to ruin it for him in the same manner that she had just done. 

“I understand what you’re saying, but don’t you think that we should be allowed to love who we love?” 

You inclined your head slightly, allowing a sliver of the emotion you felt to slip onto your face as you glanced pointedly as Aizawa and Mic.

After you noticed her staring so openly at you, you also noticed that she would scowl whenever the two men would walk in the room and play with their kids and while you would take whatever she was going to throw at you, you weren’t going to tolerate the same for them.

They didn’t deserve that.

Holding up your arm, you inspected the ink running up and down the length of it. “As for my appearance, my style is my own. I don’t recall asking for your opinion.”

There were a couple of snickers from Jirou, Kaminari, Sero and Mineta as you put her in his place and Todoroki leaned back in his seat, gazing up at you proudly as you stood your ground without firing any hate back at the old woman. 

Hagakure clapped her hands jubilantly as a few cheers of agreement sounded around from the table but you had one more thing to say. 

Your eyes softened. “I understand how you may feel about me, but I don’t need your acceptance. I love myself just as I am and if Katsuki ever feels differently about me and we split, then we’ll split. But please do not judge my love for him based on how you believe I should be. I am who I am and I won’t ever apologize for that.”

“And you never fucking have to.”

Bakugou strolled into the dining area, smirking at the old hag who had the nerve to look shocked at his appearance. Of course she would be so fucking disgusting to say something this horrible to you when he wasn’t within earshot. 

Bitch. 

Blood relations didn’t excuse behavior. 

Narrowing his vermilion eyes at his grandmother, he faced her head on as he took your hand into his. 

“She’s my fucking girlfriend.” He declared, tenacity and stubbornness dripping off of his tone as he snarled at his grandmother. “And if you ever speak to her like that again—”

He nodded in time to Mic and Aizawa, the men who had mentored him and taught him almost everything he knew. 

“Or either of them, including the rest of these shitheads, I’ll fucking kill you.”

The veiled threat hung in the air and you squeaked as Bakugou abruptly dragged you to the front door.

“Where are you going?!” Mitsuki cried out, worried that you both were going to leave without eating anything and she was sad to think that her mother-in-law had driven you away.

Bakugou gnashed his teeth at the confused clamour that arose from his classmates. “Out!! We’ll be back later!!”

You could hardly get a word in edgewise as he dragged you all the way out to the car after barely giving you enough time to put on your shoes.

“Katsuki!! What—”

Your bewildered protests were interrupted as he whirled around and kissed you hard. You melted into his touch as his hot palms settled on your hips, pulling you flush against him. Whining softly when he pulled away, you panted as he breathed hard against you, his exhales fanning out over your face.

You were in a daze as he led you to the car, buckling you in before he got in the driver’s seat. 

And he drove, taking a detour that would take him towards the countryside where there were no people, no places, just you and him. 

Just how he liked it. 

The painted lavenders and pale pinks of the setting sun faded to midnight black with stars twinkling high above you as you cruised around for hours before he finally spoke. 

“I’m sorry.” He apologized quietly and you immediately grabbed his hand that wasn’t currently occupied with steering.

“No!! You don’t have anything to apologize for—”

“Yes I do.”

His grip tightened on the steering wheel a fraction as he slowly explained that if he had told you earlier about what she was capable of instead of ranting to his best friend like an idiot, maybe he could’ve—

“Katuski.”

Your soft murmur brought him back down to planet Earth and you shook your head firmly. 

“It’s not your fault.” You told him without wavering once as he brought the car to a stop just at the edge of the trail. “I don’t blame you at all.”

Bakugou slammed his hand against the steering wheel angrily. “Yes it fucking is!!!”

He ranted and he ranted about how he had come downstairs only to hear his own flesh and blood spitting those vile insults that you didn’t deserve at all. 

You didn’t deserve it at all.

You were quiet when he finished and when his chest was heaving with the spent rage he had aired out, you asked, “Feel better?”

“Like hell I do!!!” He snapped at you, about to go off again when he noticed the bemused expression on your face. “What the fuck, dumbass?”

You tilted your head in confusion. “Huh?”

“Why the hell aren’t you bothered at all?” He questioned, genuinely flabbergasted. 

Eyes clearing in understanding, you traced the back of his hand with your fingers. “Because it doesn’t bother me.”

At the sight of Bakugou opening his mouth, you hurried out, “I mean, do you really think someone like that gets to cut me down? Her words don’t mean anything to me.”

You hesitated and opened yourself a little bit, trusting him not to take advantage of your weakness because while her words stung in the moment, it was nothing your heart couldn’t come back from. But…

“If you were to say them, it would hurt a lot more, but I don’t think you would— eep!!”

You yelped as he dragged you over to his seat, yanking at the seatbelt that got in the way, but pulled you to his chest once he released the safety clip.

“Never.” He breathed against your hair, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “I would fucking never.”

You closed your eyes. “I know.”

There, in his car, you two stayed in a tight embrace under the stars until you it got late enough that you insisted you should go back and at least spend the rest of the time with your friends, which, if their sleeping schedules hadn’t changed since college, there was a good chance almost all of them would still be up.

So Bakugou drove you both back, his heart a little more at ease after he got to hold you close and be alone with you. 

That was all he wanted.

Well… He thought to himself as he unconsciously brushed his left hand over the small velvet box that had been hastily stuffed in his pocket the second he grabbed it from his room.

That and one other thing.

[iwascum]

lost time - punk!matsukawa issei x female reader

chapter one of what i would do to you

ao3 link | wattpad link

“God, I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” you said, resting your forehead against his, gazing into his dark eyes.

“Me too,” he replied quietly, gazing back at you, “Are we just a pair of idiots who have been wanting to fuck each other this entire time without actually saying anything?”

You blushed and giggled, adjusting yourself so that you were straddled over his lap. You could feel his cock beginning to strain against the fabric of his swimsuit, and you realised with a jolt just how well-endowed Mattsun was. “I think we are.”

Your least favourite part of a vacation had to be the packing. You sat on the floor of your dorm, almost every article of clothing you owned strewn on the floor around you with almost none of it inside of your suitcase. You groaned as you surveyed the mess, cursing your terrible packing skills. What was the weather even like in Hokkaido at this time of year? Were you going to need a jacket? What about walking shoes? How many outfits did you even wear in a week?

Sighing, you picked up your phone to text your friends begging for help. You had organised this trip to Hokkaido with your four best friends, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Hanamaki, and Matsukawa, but admittedly Iwa and Makki had done most of the planning. That left you high and dry, without much of a clue as to what the week held for the five of you, and no idea what to bring. Before you could even open the group chat to ask, though, you heard your door swing open, and the familiar faces of Hanamaki and Matsukawa entered the room.

“Guys, knock!” you said, spinning around to face them. The two boys grinned at your indignation, striding into the room despite your objection.

“What, not like we’ve never walked in on you naked before,” said Hanamaki with a smirk, picking up one of your bras from your pillow and tossing it aside with an expression of mock disgust before sitting down on your bed. He did have a point- you, Makki, and Mattsun had been friends since before you even started elementary school, and they’d probably seen you without clothes more times than you cared to remember. Still, you crossed your arms, not wanting to budge on your boundaries.

“And what would you do if you walked in and there was a guy in here?”

“Ask to join in,” Mattsun said without missing a beat, flashing a wicked grin as he did so, “Been a while since I got some good dick.”

You snorted and threw a balled-up sock at him, which he dodged with the expertise of someone who had been avoiding volleyballs for years. It was through Mattsun and Makki playing volleyball that you guys had met Iwaizumi and Oikawa, and the five of you had remained firm friends, despite the latter two boys choosing to go to a different university than you and your childhood pals. They would be joining the three of you soon though, with their flight to Hokkaido scheduled for the day after yours. You were excited for the gang to all be back together again, or at least you would be if you didn’t have to pack before that could happen.

“Why does it look like a bomb went off in here?” Makki asked, leaning languidly against your bed frame.

“Because I suck at packing, Hiro, you know that!” you whined, flopping over your suitcase in defeat. The lighter haired boy sighed, standing back up and walking over to kneel on the floor next to you.

“Well, you’re probably gonna need sweaters, and we might go hiking, so sneakers are a good idea,” he said, retrieving a pair of shoes from the pile of clothes next to him, “Plus Tooru suggested we have a nice meal out at some point, so you might wanna bring something that makes you not look homeless.”

You swatted his arm lightly at the playful insult, but were glad for his help nonetheless. Despite their constant teasing, Mattsun and Makki cared for you deeply, and you felt the same way about them. You knew they wouldn’t let you come on the trip unprepared, even though they’d probably tell you otherwise. However, you and Makki’s discussion on what to bring was cut short by a long, low whistle from your other friend.

“Now what do we have here?” Mattsun was standing next to your bed holding something small and black in his tattooed hands. You realised with a start that it was your new bikini that you had bought for this trip, an admittedly quite skimpy getup that one of your girlfriends had convinced you to buy at the mall. You blushed at the sight of him dangling it in the air, and jumped up to snatch it from him.

“Issei! Give that back!” you demanded, but he held it just out of your reach, the height difference between the two of you giving him an advantage.

“You gonna model this for us in Hokkaido?” he grinned at you, light glinting off of his lip piercings as he did so, “I’ll be looking forward to that.”

Clambering onto the bed, you managed to snatch the swimsuit back from him. He laughed mischievously, pleased to have gotten such a good reaction out of you, and let you place the offending article of clothing in your suitcase.

“One more comment like that and I’ll gouge your eyes out before you can see me in it, asshole.”

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

The flight from Miyagi to Hokkaido was largely uneventful, save for Makki managing to spill his bottled water all over his shoes during some turbulence and Mattsun consistently complaining about how Japanese airline seats were not made for people over six feet tall. This was all forgotten by the time you three stepped out of the airport, breathing in the crisp, cool air that greeted you. You shivered slightly, glad that Makki had told you to bring a sweater. He and Mattsun didn’t seem phased by the cold weather at all, though, and stretched their arms out to embrace the cool breeze.

“Finally!” Mattsun sighed happily, folding his arms behind his head, the tattoos decorating them rippling as he did so, “You rented a car for us, right Hiro?”

“Yeah,” the other boy replied, pulling out his phone to check the details, “Should be at that rental place over there.”

“Sweet, I’ll drive,” Mattsun smiled, and you quietly breathed a sigh of relief. The darker haired boy was certainly the better driver of your two friends, even if he did insist on blaring rap music as he did so. Regardless, you could put up with it if it meant you could avoid Makki’s chaotic driving for the time being.

The three of you made your way to the rental car office, with Makki ducking inside to get the keys and sign the paperwork whilst you and Mattsun waited outside. Mattsun chose to pass the time by using your head as an armrest, much to your annoyance. After several unsuccessful attempts, you managed to grab his forearm, pulling it off of your head.

“Issei!” you protested, holding his arm firmly away from you, “Quit!”

He grinned at you, a devilish glint in his eyes. Messing with you was one of his favourite activities, and the fact that you were on holiday wasn’t going to stop him from partaking in it.

“Make me,” he hummed, flexing his forearm in an attempt to wiggle free of your grasp. You blushed, letting go of him and instead giving him a light smack to the belly. He laughed and slung the offending arm around your shoulders instead. You swear, if you didn’t know any better you’d really think he was flirting with you sometimes. Not that you’d exactly be mad about that, per se. Mattsun was attractive, his physique tall and muscular from years of volleyball, and you’d be lying if you said you’d never wondered what those lip rings would feel like pressed against your skin. You two had been friends forever though, if he really wanted to make a move he could have, and you weren’t about to throw away a lifetime’s worth of friendship over the fact that you occasionally thought about him and his tongue piercing when you were alone at night.

At that moment, Makki emerged from inside the rental building, holding a car key triumphantly in the air.

“Let’s go!” he said, tossing Mattsun the keys with a lazy smile, and the three of you piled yourselves and your luggage into the rental and got on your way. You chose to sit in the passenger seat next to Mattsun as he drove, with Makki stretching out in the back. You spent the first half an hour or so of the drive laughing and cracking jokes, full of excitement at the fact that you were finally in Hokkaido, but eventually the conversation quieted down and Makki announced that he was going to take a nap. You and Mattsun lapsed into comfortable silence to allow your friend to do so, instead taking in the gorgeous scenery and bopping your heads softly to Mattsun’s playlist, which thankfully was also turned down for Makki’s sake.

You found yourself glancing at Mattsun out of the corner of your eye, one of his hands gripping the steering wheel, the other mindlessly tapping along to the song that was playing. You couldn’t help but admire the dark ink that adorned his slender fingers and toned arms, snaking its way across his skin to create intricate designs. His finger tattoos had hurt a lot, he’d told you, but not as badly as the ones on his neck. Mattsun certainly didn’t look like the average college student, his arms and chest covered in ink and his face and ears full of piercings. The two of you often got weird looks when you went out in public together, with you being relatively normal looking, at least in comparison to Mattsun. In fact, on more than one occasion, concerned people had pulled you aside to make sure he wasn’t a yakuza member who had kidnapped you or the like. You knew he honestly couldn’t care less though, and you did think his tattoos were cool, even though you also knew it had been a challenge for Makki and Iwa to find a hot spring for this trip that would let the five of you in with Mattsun in tow.

You didn’t even notice that you had dozed off while thinking until you felt the dark-haired boy softly shaking your shoulder.

“Y/N, we’re here,” he said gently, a smile playing at his lips when you jerked up in surprise. Blinking and looking around, you noticed that the sun had begun to set on the hilly horizon, casting a golden light over what you assumed was the cottage you guys were renting for your trip as well as your friend’s face.

“Sorry, didn’t realise I fell asleep,” you murmured, yawning and stretching your arms above your head.

“Well time to wake up, your luggage isn’t gonna bring itself inside,” Makki said, poking his head between the front seats with a grin. You wondered when he himself had awoken, but regardless followed his orders and got out of the car, enjoying the feeling of stretching your legs and once again feeling grateful for your sweater.

It wasn’t long until the three of you had managed to get all your bags inside and started exploring the house you were staying in, with Mattsun loudly proclaiming that he got first dibs on rooms since he drove. This led to a brief scuffle between him and Makki, who felt he got first pick because he did most of the planning for the trip, which eventually led to you smacking the two of them over the heads with a pillow and unintentionally starting a pillow fight. After the three of you had thoroughly worn yourselves out and agreed to save the room selections for later, you made your way back to the living room, where Makki flopped down on the sofa and began talking about getting dinner. The three of you settled on delivery, worn out from your day of travel, and you leaned over Makki’s shoulder for a while as he scrolled through options on his phone.

“Hey guys, come look at this!” You eventually heard Mattsun call from outside. You poked your head around the sliding door to the deck outside and gasped. The deck was completely fitted out with everything you could need to enjoy a chilly evening with your friends, with comfy looking outdoor chairs surrounding a small fire pit, overlooking a gorgeous view of the mountains, as well as what looked like-

“Is that a hot tub?” You asked excitedly, stepping outside to investigate.

“Looks like it,” said Mattsun eagerly, pulling back the cover on the thing to confirm his suspicions.

“Cool, right?” Makki leant against the doorframe, crossing his arms and taking in the view, “The hot tub was Iwa’s idea. It was a little more expensive, but I think it’ll be worth it.”

“For sure,” Mattsun pulled the cover back over the tub and straightened up, looking pleased, “We’re totally using this after dinner.”

“Well we have to order dinner first to be able to do that, so get your asses in here and tell me what you want!” Makki said, turning and heading back inside. You and Mattsun exchanged a smile and then ran in after him, jumping onto the sofa next to your friend to decide what you all wanted to eat.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

The rest of the evening passed by relatively quickly, with the three of you resolving to order a pizza and watch some stupid YouTube videos on the TV while you ate. You all were lounging on one of the couches on your phones as you let your dinner digest, your head resting on Makki’s shoulder while your legs stretched across Mattsun’s lap. Suddenly, the latter boy perked his head up and put down his phone.

“Hot tub?” he inquired eagerly. You sat up as well, nodding enthusiastically. You had almost forgotten about the hot tub over dinner, but your friend’s reminder rekindled your excitement. Makki yawned.

“You guys go ahead, I think I’m gonna go to bed,” he said, standing up and stretching, “Someone has to be awake tomorrow morning to let Tooru and Iwa in, and I know damn well it isn’t gonna be either of you two.”

You giggled guiltily. Makki was right, you and Mattsun certainly weren’t morning people, but still-

“You sure you won’t come in with us? Not even for a little bit?” you asked, tilting your head up at your friend.

“Nah, cause I’ll have to shower and shit afterwards. Not worth it,” Makki replied, “Don’t let me stop you guys though.” And with that he left, grabbing his suitcase from by the front door and wheeling it down the hall.

“Aw man, he’s gonna steal the best room,” Mattsun whined, slumping down on the couch in defeat.

“Oh well, just means more hot tub for us!” you said, prodding his shoulder with a giggle, “Come on, let’s go!”

“Patience is a virtue,” he replied, pushing your legs off of his lap and standing up. You followed his actions, rising from your seat and walking over to your bag.

“Yeah, because you’re so virtuous,” you teased, dodging him as he swatted at you in retaliation. You laughed, grabbing your bag and darting away from him before locking yourself in the bathroom to get changed.

You rummaged through your bag, searching for the swimsuit that you brought. You felt a slight shiver run up your spine as you remembered Mattsun’s comments on it from the day before. He’d obviously just been messing with you, but a small part of you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he wasn’t. Did you want him to be messing with you? You pondered as you changed. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t help but notice that your bikini somehow seemed even smaller than you remembered, the lack of fabric highlighting the curves of your hips and breasts. You shivered, feeling a little exposed, but you couldn’t help but wonder if Mattsun would like your new purchase. Wait, did you want him to like it?

You shook your head, trying to replace your swirling thoughts with a firm reminder that he was your best friend and nothing more, before grabbing a towel and heading outside. Mattsun was already in the hot tub when you arrived, his long, tattooed arms resting along the rim of the tub as he relaxed in the steamy water. His dark eyes looked you up and down, taking in your outfit, but he didn’t comment on it, much to your relief- or was it disappointment?

“Took you long enough,” he grinned, sitting up slightly.

“Shut up,” you mumbled, dropping your towel on a chair and walking over to join him. You dipped a tentative foot in the water, the warmth flowing across your skin, before lowering yourself into the tub. You let a contented smile spread across your face, allowing your eyes to wander across the starry sky and the mountains in the distance before coming to rest on Mattsun. You forgot just how expansive his body modifications were sometimes, his tattoos covering his entire chest and arms, with his massive back piece peeking out over his shoulders. His nipples were pierced as well, a gunmetal barbel through each of them, and you had to admit that the entire ensemble, along with his toned muscles and abs, was impressive to look at.

“Enjoying the view?” he smirked, noticing your gaze. You flushed, not realising that you had been staring.

“Yeah, that view, idiot,” you said, pointing to the mountains before splashing him with water, hoping he wouldn’t notice how flustered you were. He laughed, holding his hands up in defence before turning back to look at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be, huh?” Before you could even respond, he stood up and scooped you up in his arms, holding you above the water.

“Issei!” you protested, knowing what he was planning to do, but you stood no chance. Grinning, he quickly bent his knees, dunking you under the water despite your protests. You emerged with a splutter, his arms still around you, “Issei, you dick!”

He just laughed, his strong grasp preventing you from moving away as the warm water ran down your face, “You totally asked for it.”

“Did not!” you said indignantly, pushing your wet hair away from your eyes, “Now put me down.”

“No, I don’t think I will,” Mattsun replied, lifting you slightly higher above the water. You tensed, the feeling of his strong arms lifting your body so easily making you feel things you’d rather not admit.

“Issei, put me down!” you said again, bracing your hands against his shoulders so as not to lose your balance. His skin was warm and wet, and you could feel his firm muscles as he dangled you above the water.

“Do you really want me to?”

“What?” You froze, not sure if you’d understood him correctly, “Why wouldn’t I want you to…”

Mattsun chuckled, his dark eyes moving across your dripping, scantily-clad figure. What little fabric there was clung to you in an almost obscene way, and he drank it all in with an expression of amusement and thinly disguised lust.

“Come on, Y/N…” he said softly, his voice almost a purr, “Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been looking at me lately. Let’s face it, we both know I’m hot.”

“I…” You trailed off, blushing hard, “S-so what if you’re hot? That doesn’t mean anything!”

“Doesn’t it?” He was leaning his face closer to you now, practically whispering in your ear, his voice low and husky, “Are you telling me you wouldn’t like it if I kissed you right now?”

“I…” You weren’t sure how to respond. Was this really happening? Was your childhood best friend really making a move on you right now? Although, you couldn’t say you didn’t like how his eyes were sweeping over you hungrily, how his grip was tightening slightly around your body.

“Kiss me, then.”

The words left your mouth before you even realised, and Mattsun grinned before pressing his lips against yours. His mouth was wet from the steam, and his lip rings pressed into your skin as he kissed you deeply. Your eyes widened in surprise, but you nonetheless leaned into the kiss, wrapping your arms around Mattsun’s neck and pulling him closer. He let out a small groan of pleasure, slowly sitting back down in the water without removing his arms or his lips from your body. You felt one of his hands slide down to your thigh and you let out a squeak of surprise, and he used your open mouth as an invitation to press his tongue past your teeth. The dual sensations of his fingers beginning to squeeze your thigh and his tongue exploring your mouth made you shudder, but you continued to kiss him back, your own tongue slipping past his lips as you deepened the kiss. It was a while before you two broke apart, breathing heavily from both the steamy air and your excitement.

“God, I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” you said, resting your forehead against his, gazing into his dark eyes.

“Me too,” he replied quietly, gazing back at you, “Are we just a pair of idiots who have been wanting to fuck each other this entire time without actually saying anything?”

You blushed and giggled, adjusting yourself so that you were straddled over his lap. You could feel his cock beginning to strain against the fabric of his swimsuit, and you realised with a jolt just how well-endowed Mattsun was. “I think we are.”

“Well damn, no time like the present,” he murmured, his choice of words light, but the huskiness of his voice and the darkness of his eyes gave away just how turned on he was.

You smiled and closed the distance between your lips once again, wrapping your arms around Mattsun’s neck and leaning your body in as close to his as you possibly could. His hands trailed up and down your torso as you kissed him, exploring the curve of your waist and the bare expanse of your back before one settled on your hip, the other reaching up to tentatively palm your breast through your swimsuit. You gasped and involuntarily bucked your hips, grinding them against Mattsun’s clothed erection, earning a groan of pleasure from the middle blocker as his fingers began to lightly knead at your breast. You leant back slightly to allow him easier access to your chest before experimentally rolling your hips again, revelling in the friction it produced between the two of you. The hand on your hip tightened its grip, urging you to continue, and so you did, grinding your own clothed sex against Mattsun’s in search of some relief from the boiling pressure that was growing inside of you.

You didn’t object when you felt the boy move his hand away from your breast to tug at the strings of your bikini, letting him untie them and pull the wet fabric away from your body. You shivered, your nipples perking up in response to the chilly night air. It wasn’t long before Mattsun’s deft fingers were around one of them, however, rolling the nub between his fingertips with practiced ease. Pulling away from your lips, he let his eyes rake up and down your now naked torso, taking in the sight of your soaked figure. His gaze came to rest upon your exposed breasts, and he cocked a pierced brow.

“You cold?” he asked, the familiar teasing tone returning to his voice as he gave your nipple a squeeze. You gasped, but before you could object to his words his mouth was on your other nipple, tongue encircling it. You let a whimper escape your mouth and dropped your head onto his shoulder, your hands grabbing at his back as you gave your hips a particularly aggressive roll. This only encouraged Mattsun, and you felt his teeth graze against your skin, nipping at the bare flesh. You moaned and dug your nails into his shoulder blades, the growing pressure below your stomach making you desperate for a release.

“Issei, I…” you whimpered into his neck, “Please, Issei, I need you.”

“Need me to do what?” he murmured, barely pulling his mouth off of you enough to form the words. You felt his hot breath dance across your skin as he awaited your response, and you bit your lip.

“I… Touch me,” Your words were soft, spoken into his neck, “Please.”

That was all he needed to hear. His hands moved quickly, one sliding from your hip to the small of your back to hold you steady while the other slipped down your front, coming to a rest against your clothed cunt. You gasped at the feeling of his fingers pressing against you, your head jerking up from where it had been resting on his shoulder. His eyes found yours, and the two of you locked lips again as he began to stroke you through your swimsuit. You mewled into his mouth as your hips bucked involuntarily, desperate for more pressure from his long, slim fingers. He found your clit easily even through the layer of fabric, and he rubbed small circles around it, breaking the pattern every so often to deliver pressure directly to your sweet spot. He was good at this, so good at this, and you didn’t even want to think about how many other girls he’d done this with to be this skilled, because in that moment you wanted Mattsun and his touch all to yourself for the rest of your life.

The dark-haired boy seemed to sense your desperation, and in one fluid motion he hooked his arms under your legs and swung your body around to sit you on the edge of the hot tub, your back pressed against the railings surrounding the deck. His teeth nipped at your lip and gave it an affectionate tug before he pulled away, resulting in a whine escaping you at the sudden lack of sensation against both your mouth and your sex. Your frustration didn’t last long, though, as you realised what Mattsun’s intentions were. You watched him sink down to his knees in the warm water, his eyes dark with lust as he hooked an inquisitive finger under the waistband of your bikini bottoms.

“Can I?” he asked, his voice almost a whisper. You nodded wordlessly, allowing him to slip off the last article of clothing keeping him from your body. He tossed what was left of your swimsuit onto the deck before parting your legs and turning his gaze to your exposed sex, swollen and glistening with more than just water.

“Fuck,” he murmured, dragging an experimental finger along your slit, making you shudder, “Such a pretty pussy, Y/N, why have you been keeping this from me for so long?”

If you had been a little more clear headed you might have made a sarcastic remark about not generally making a habit of fucking your childhood friends, but as it was, Mattsun’s words went straight to your pussy and your found yourself unable to respond, choosing instead to twist your fingers into his damp hair as he continued to drag a solitary finger up and down your sex.

“God, I wanna fucking taste you so bad, Y/N, you have no idea,” he moved his face closer to your skin, his laboured breaths against your cunt giving away just how turned on he was. Your own breath caught in your throat as he gazed up at you, his expression seeking permission to close the gap between his mouth and your body. You didn’t think you’d ever seen anything so hot in your life, and your grip on his hair tightened as you nodded shakily.

“Please, Issei, I want you,” you breathed. You didn’t need to tell him twice and his mouth was on you in an instant, his tongue hot and wet as he greedily lapped up your taste, arms wrapping around your thighs to hold you steady. You gasped, your grip on his locks tightening once again, and it might have been almost painful for him if his attention was anywhere but your cunt right now. He moved with practiced ease, alternating between licking long, broad stripes across your hole and circling your clit with his tongue, pausing sometimes to flick his tongue back and forth across the sensitive bud. He felt incredible, his tongue piercing felt incredible, and you made sure to let him know, letting curses and satisfied noises fall freely from your lips. He responded with groans of his own, the sound reverberating down your cunt which only served to make the experience feel even better.

You were sure you could cum soon, and he must have sensed it, because he moved his attention to suck lightly on your clit, freeing up space for two long fingers to slip inside you. The sounds of pleasure coming from your mouth were absolutely obscene at this point, the sensation of him inside of you almost too much to handle. You felt his fingers curling slightly, searching for a spot he knew would make you come undone, and when he finally brushed against it you did just that.

“Issei, I, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” The words tumbled from your lips, your hands grasping at his hair, trying to find some anchor in the dark strands. Your exclamation only served to encourage him further, his tongue dancing rapidly across your clit, his fingers pumping in and out of you, brushing against your sweet spot. With a cry you felt your climax hit you, throwing your head back in bliss as your vision went white. Mattsun dutifully coaxed you through your high, not ceasing his movements until he was absolutely sure that you had wrung every last drop of pleasure out of your orgasm. He slowly pulled his fingers out from you, simultaneously removing his mouth from where it had been sucking your clit with a lewd popping sound that made you twitch. He gazed up at you as you watched him, his chest rising and falling with heavy pants, and you noted to yourself that your best friend looked especially hot with your cum smeared across his face.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, taking in each other’s expressions as you both caught your breath. Mattsun’s eyes were still hungry as he wiped his face, taking in your breathless form with undisguised desire, and you noticed as he rose to stand above you that there was an impressive tent in his shorts.

“Y/N…” he murmured, moving his face close to yours, “Let me fuck you. Please.”

In a normal situation you might have needed a little more time to recover after cumming as hard as you just did, but his words sent a jolt to your sex that told you that you were already ready to go again. You nodded.

‘Fuck me, Issei,” you whispered. His lips crashed against yours in an instant, giving you a deep, desperate kiss before leaning back to remove his own clothes. You watched as he did so, eyes clouded with desire, and you instinctively licked your lips when you saw his cock spring free. He was huge, a good seven or eight inches by the looks of it, with an impressive girth to match. You gazed down at his cock thirstily and it throbbed in appreciation, revealing a familiar glint of metal on the underside.

“Is that…?” you breathed, your eyes darting upwards to meet Mattsun’s gaze. He smirked.

“A piercing? Yeah,” he said, stepping closer so that he was standing between your legs, “Not all of my body mods are for the eyes of the public, you know.”

You sucked in a breath and reached out a hand to tentatively stroke him, the dark-haired boy letting out a soft hiss of appreciation as he felt your fingers wrap around his member. He bit his lip, eyelids fluttering shut as you moved your hand up and down his length, pausing to brush your fingers over the bar through his frenum, “Fuck, Y/N…”

“You’re so big, Issei…” you murmured, partially stroking his ego and partially genuinely awed. He let out a soft sigh as your thumb swiped over the tip, smearing the beads of precum that had gathered there. 

“Think you can take it?” he purred, the teasing tone you knew so well lacing his words, but instead of annoying you this time it only served to turn you on more.

“Only one way to find out,” You locked eyes with him, trying to match his playful timbre, but the shakiness of your voice gave away how badly you wanted him.

He grinned almost hungrily before moving closer to you, positioning his hips between your open legs. Your gaze darted back and forth between his face and his impressive length, and you bit your lip as you felt it graze ever so slightly across your cunt. His hands moved downwards, one pushing your thigh outwards slightly more and one wrapping around his cock, lining himself up with your dripping hole before pushing himself in. He moved agonisingly slowly, and you whimpered as you felt yourself stretching around him, throwing your head back and squeezing your eyes shut. He let out a soft grunt of his own as his full length slipped inside of you, his hands moving up to brace himself against the railing behind you.

“Fuck, so tight,” he murmured. You opened your mouth to respond, but the words in your throat turned into a yelp as Mattsun quickly pulled out and thrust back in, hard. His lips moved to cover yours as he began to build a steady, intense rhythm, his tongue tangling with yours as he thrust into you. Your hands wrapped around his back, nails scraping at his skin, searching for some kind of handhold while you moaned into his mouth. His snakebites pressed firmly against your lower lip, occasionally drawing away to take a breath before kissing you once more. All of his movements were rapid, voracious, as if he couldn’t get enough of the feeling of your insides clenching around his dick, couldn’t get enough of the feeling of your tongue dancing with his. You could feel how badly he’d wanted this, how much his body ached for you, and it only served to turn you on more. You couldn’t help but wonder how many times he’d thought of you while alone at night, whether or not he’d ever moaned your name before, and you instinctively clenched around him at the thought.

“Fuck, Issei, fuck, you feel so good,” The words spilled from your mouth as he pulled away from your lips, panting hard, “You feel so good inside of me, fuck, wanna feel you cum inside of me- ah!”

Your words were cut off as he slightly changed the angle of his hips, the tip of his cock brushing against your sweet spot. You gasped, nails digging into his back as he thrust against it again.

“Oh fuck, Issei, right there!” You clenched around him tighter, scraping long red lines down his back. He groaned, dropping his head onto your shoulder, teeth grazing the crook of your neck as he sped up his pace. You could feel the familiar pressure building in your abdomen, the taut coil of pleasure about to spring free as Mattsun brought you to your climax for the second time.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m so fucking close,” the middle blocker hissed into your neck, dropping his arms to wrap around your waist as his tempo continued to increase. You could feel his chest pressed flush against your own, his laboured breath against your neck, the rhythm of his thrusts growing more and more erratic as he approached his peak. The moans tumbling from your lips turned into a cry of pleasure as he landed a particularly hard thrust against your sweet spot and you came undone once again, eyes rolling back in your head as he coaxed you through your second blinding orgasm. He followed soon after, fingers gripping your waist hard enough to bruise as he finished inside you. You felt his cock pulse as he let out a breathy moan, filling you with his cum as you came down from your own high. The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, catching your breath and enjoying the closeness of your skin. After what seemed like an aeon he pulled out of you, his seed spilling out of your hole as he did so. 

“Fuck, Y/N…” he breathed, gazing down at your spent body, “You were so good.”

“Issei, I…” you responded shakily, still out of breath, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted that.”

He grinned, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss against your forehead, “Should’ve told me sooner, doll, I would have fucked the shit out of you in high school if you’d asked.”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck, “I should have.”

“Mmm,” he cupped your face with his hand, tilting your chin up to once again close the distance between your lips, “Maybe we just need to make up for lost time then.”

[softrozene]

can you make short stories like how smoker, crocodile, marco and doflamingo would react once they realize theyre experiencing love at first sight? thats all!! thank you i hope youre taking care of yourself!

I took out Smoker because I can’t deal with his tsundere butt for this one lmao but these were fun! Thank you Honey and I hope you are taking care of yourself too!

Crocodile, Donquixote Doflamingo, Marco x Reader (Gender-Neutral/Non-Binary)

Warnings: Fluff (and grammar errors probably), Croco-boy and Doffy are a bit creepy but I would be weirded out if they weren’t

Words: 1432

Crocodile-

Boredom appears to be a trait Crocodile was born with. He can’t help it but when he is not chasing after his wild ambitions, he just feels boredom creeping upon him. It sucks and usually, it would not bother him this much but ever since escaping Impel Down and having that annoying respect for Monkey D. Luffy grow, he has just felt a tad empty.

He yearns for something to fill up that emptiness, but he has no idea what. So, he decided to go on a stroll. It already made his irritation for the day worse. Too many people recognized him and steered clear of his path, but it was not satisfying seeing their fearful expressions.

It was rather annoying.

Even if it was good that they dared not to get the marines here in fear of his wrath- It made him even angrier. He was so bored he yearned for a fight or just anything to happen!

As the saying goes- Be careful what you wish for.

He turns the corner, and someone rushes into him at full speed. Of course, Crocodile takes immediate interest since this fool did not know to not rush around corners or to be rushing in a full town. However, as soon as his eyes really looked at the person who is sitting quite pitifully on the ground- He finally feels something stir in him. He feels the emptiness slowly fade away as this new interest takes over.

The person looks up and Crocodile’s eyes widen, the cigar he has constantly in his mouth smoking, falls out of it and lands almost on them. He is in shock because he believes he is finally experiencing something only idiots do- Love. And at first sight.

He would scoff if he were not in shock at how amazing you look. Your eyes are wide only from bumping into him as you quickly stand up and dust yourself off.

“I am so sorry! I need to watch where I am going. I hope I did not hurt you!” Your voice is so genuine and even better?

You seem to have no idea who he is. Color him intrigued. He suddenly does not seem so bored either.

“No harm was done but- You made me a bit late for a meeting. You can make it up to me by allowing me to take you to dinner,” He states flashing a charming smile.

Your angelic laugh makes his smile widen and he is content. Yes, love at first sight is for idiots but he seems to have a better understanding now that he is experiencing it first hand (and deems himself an idiot for being so into you).

Donquixote Doflamingo-

“This was a useless meeting,” Doflamingo states.

His smile is wide and a bit agitated, but he is being honest. The marines have called for him for some useless operation he has no intention of doing.

“Wait, Doflamingo, at least stay and sit on it,” Sengoku murmurs.

A useless plea. However, Doflamingo decides to indulge the man since he has been given this vacation away from Dressrosa. Might as well annoy the absolute shit out of the marines until he can leave. He agrees and immediately leaves the room wanting to find some punk to mess with, to put fear into. It should be simple enough. Everyone here knows he should be here and to be on the lookout.

That is his original thought until he spots someone that nearly takes his breath away. His heartbeat feels like it quickens as he notes the quick attraction to the person. It is unlike anything he has ever felt before. Unlike his usual lust-filled attraction to random people- Doflamingo feels the need to know this person’s name and instead of the usual dirty thoughts that accompany his attraction- He wants to know more about this person, genuinely. He is rather perceptive, so he knows immediately that this attraction is not normal. That he is experiencing love at first sight. It is not with a marine- Thankfully. It is just a devilishly stunning person. They look like a fish out of water though from the lack of uniform. The casual getup makes Doflamingo’s smile widen.

He gets this itching feeling to just talk to them since he is unable to look away so that is exactly what he does. He approaches them and their gaze immediately lands on him making him feel a sense of pride for being able to catch their attention.

“Fuffuffu What is a lovely person such as yourself doing… here?” He asks.

How odd. The person either does not care who he is or really has no clue. It makes him smile bigger since it is truly peculiar if someone does not recognize him.

“Hm? Oh. I am hesitant to join the marines so they are allowing me to watch and try out their training for the next few days. Get a sense of if this where I belong… Sorry, who are you?” The person suddenly asks.

What an airhead- Doffy digs it. He introduces himself with ease, “One of the seven warlords, Donquixote Doflamingo or “Heavenly Demon” if that rings a bell.”

That seems to the do trick as he watches their eyes widen for a moment before their expression returns to a neutral one.

“Ah- You are a lot more pink than I imagined,” You murmur in thought.

Pfft. Maybe he will accept that marine operation if it means he can have this potential new marine recruit join him instead.

Marco-

Marco has sort of given up on finding love. He already has his plate full of dealing with his brothers/crewmates let alone… his father who for the love of everything good in life will not listen to him nor the other commanders about taking the damn medicine.

Needless to say, Marco deserved one night away from the rowdy crew and with the help of Ace, Izo, and Thatch, he got his one night just for himself.

All he wanted to do was drink himself to oblivion since no one would be able to bother him. That is until someone decided to sit right beside him and order a drink for themselves. He was really about to sigh and leave when his eyes scanned the person.

His heart stopped. That is what it felt like to him as he took in this person’s incredible features and oh boy. He suddenly became intrigued as to who they were and why they seemed to be in trouble. The moment the stranger spoke though- It felt like his heart was having a full seizure with how fast it was beating before stopping fully.

Is this what love at first sight is? If it truly is he welcomes it with his full being.

“Sorry for disrupting your peace. I am being followed. Just look natural,” The person murmurs.

Him? Natural? The first mate and commander of the Whitebeard Pirates? That is laughable. He stands up with remorse and ignores their now flustered gaze for ignoring their order. He glances around and indeed sees some marines in poor disguises. What really gave them away was from how fast they recognized Marco.

The whole bar goes up in whispers as the marines scurry out- Not wanting to call the World’s Strongest man here by messing with his right-hand man.

“You? You are Marco the Phoenix?” The stranger asks.

Marco simply nods his head and waits for them to introduce themselves. They do, happy that the threat following them is gone now.

“I am (Name). Didn’t think I meet someone so legendary here,” They say with a slight chuckle.

Marco muses, “Oh? Surely you are not a nobody either if you have marines after you.”

Honestly? This night became Marco’s favorite as he stayed up all night talking to this magnificent stranger. They have a lot more in common than he had thought and as the morning slowly comes- The thought of leaving actually hurts him. He truly did fall in love at first sight and he would be damned if he let such a good thing get away without trying.

“Hey- Wanna head back with me? Pops would surely love to meet you and with us by your side, you won’t have to worry about marines no more,” Marco says softly.

He watches as they put their thinking face on before they seem to come to a conclusion. Their eyes brighten and a smile forms on their face as they nod their heads. Marco’s heart has never felt so at peace before.

[dirtbagsims]

10, 11, & 12 for Akira!!

OKAY I LOVE TO TALK ABOUT AKIRA disclaimer obviously this is all based on my own backstory for him and not the canon nonsense lmao

10. What kind of childhood did they have?

he had a pretty normal childhood and then discovered hardcore and punk music as a teenager and went through his Rebellious Phase (lots of DIY tattoos and piercings, definitely a painfully green mohawk at some point, sneaking out to go to shows when he was grounded, and walking around looking like a crust punk until his mom put her foot down about it) that he never really grew out of even once he became a responsible adult.

11. Can they sing well? Play an instrument?

he's an awful but enthusiastic singer as evidenced by the vast amounts of karaoke that he's done in his three decades of life (his go-to song is wild horses). and he doesn't really play any instruments? he's definitely fucked around with plenty of them but doesn't have the patience to commit to a single one. his party trick is his ability to play a little bit of a random song on whatever instrument is available... badly.

12. What’s a childhood memory they have?

meeting miko! there's definitely an awkward prom photo of them together of akira with his hideous mohawk and miko in like, very trendy early aughts prom getup because she didn't understand akira's whole thing and didn't really want to!

[jupiter-rose]

Day 1

It’s Tsukiyama week baby!!

Hope you guys enjoy lots of fluff and slight angst this week!!

Fandom: Haikyuu!

Pairing: Tsukishima/Yamaguchi

Word count: 951

Prompt used: Fake relationship

Tadashi had always seen the same blond boy in the halls of his high school. The boy's tall legs carried him with confidence, slim glasses perched high on his nose and his aura was enough to catch anyone's eye. He was menacing, intimidating, stoic, and every other word you could use to describe someone with such a presence as Tsukishima.

He had finally met Tsukishima in college through a friend, Hinata to be exact. And even though he barely knew the guy he couldn’t stop the butterflies from fluttering in his stomach whenever the blond talked.

They two had grown quite close over the present year and Yama struggled to fight his feelings.

He didn’t want to ruin this.

Tsukishima was so collected, put together, and strategic that Yamaguchi doubted he would be able to match wits with the male. However, it seemed he somehow was able to rise to Tsukki’s level. He didn’t want to lose that. He didn’t want their playful jabs and teasing sneers to dissolve into only memory’s. He wanted to be able to joke around with Tsukki for the rest of his life. Maybe even be able to be with Tsukki for longer than collage.

But for now, he would settle being his good friend.

That was until Tsukishima asked him to go to a family reunion as a fake date. That had made things very different.

Now he was walking beside Tsukki, footsteps falling in line together as they slowly approached a baby blue painted house. The windows held flower beds under the frames, the blooms of white lilies being utterly charming with the rest of the house.

“Who’s house is this?” Yama asked since he had totally forgotten what the blond had told him before.

“My Aunt Runa.”

Yamaguchi took another long look at the house before he turned his attention back over to his “Boyfriend”. God he didn’t think he would get used to saying that.

“Was that the same Aunt who told you the earth was flat?”

Tsukishima let out a heavy sigh, “yes”

Yama almost chuckled, but he refrained from doing so. He had heard many stories over the years about this infamous family reunion. Stories where uncles would get drunker than a fish and children that would run rampant over the perfectly white tablecloths with their dirty shoes.

He wondered what mayhem would be caused today.

He didn’t have to wait long since the moment Tsukishima opened the door for him all he could see was chaos. People were running around in a frantic frenzy, yelling over each other while carrying trays of food or fancy stacks of fine china plates. Children were scurrying around, dragging the towels and dropping the napkins they were holding.

Yamaguchi turned his head to Tsukishima.

“This is normal” the blond deadpanned.

Tadashi took a moment to process the scene before taking a cautious step into the house. He peered down the hall, looking through both sides so he could deduct the best time to try and waver through this madness.

Once the path was clear he scampered further into the house, Tsukishima following suit.

Once inside the house it was a lot easier to move around, especially in the calmer sections of the house. The living room was one of those places, many beaten up chairs filled with people that looked similar to Tsukki. It made sense. It was his family after all.

The room had walls painted a toned down yellow, the couch and chairs a dusty orange with the rug being a light cream. It was very quaint with decorating, small but pretty antiques scattered around the shelves and tables of the room.

People chattered in a flurry of voices, blending together in a harmony of gibberish. A couple relatives glanced at Yama, eyeing him up and down. His shoulders slightly shrunk as he saw judgement in their eyes.

He had known this would happen. With his pierced ears and tattoo tattered arms it was hard not for people to judge him. That’s why he had suggested Tsukishima find someone else to be his fake date. However, the blond insisted that he had no one else.

“Kei!!” A loud voice cut through the idly chatter of the air like a knife through a cake.

A man with dirty blond hair approached them, his eyes were bright and his smile was even brighter. “It’s great to see you!” he clapped his hand onto Tsukishima’s shoulder.

The man’s attention then turned to Yama, his wide smile not wavering whatsoever. “You must be the boyfriend”

Tadashi nodded, a smile forming on his own lips. This guy’s attitude must be contagious.

“Thanks for putting up with my brother”

“shut up” Tsukishima scolded playfully.

Yama laughed, finding the whole exchange to be amusing. “Nice to meet you, I’m Yamaguchi”

“I’m Akiteru” he smiled, “the better child”

He got a glare from Tsukishima for his comment.

“Damn Kei, I didn’t you know you liked punk guys” Aki nudged his head in the direction of Yama, no doubt referencing his whole getup.

Yamaguchi chuckled, feeling his face warm.

“And I didn’t know you would be so nosy today”

“Damn, no need to roast me Kei’

“Someone needs to keep you in your place”

“Well I guess we know who tops out of the two of you.”

Aki’s words made his cheeks blaze. Yama looked down at the ground fiddling with his hands as Tsukishima yelled at his brother for a couple of seconds.

This reunion would certainly be interesting.

[aion-rsa]

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Funko Pop! Vinyl: It: Pennywise With Spider Legs (Glow In The Dark)

Pennywise feeds off of tasty, tasty beautiful fear, and his spider-clown form will create enough of it to feast on. The shape-shifting entity appears in phantasmagoric fashion in this Pop! Vinyl as It did in It: Chapter Two. As if the long spidery limbs and horrific maw of teeth aren’t enough to haunt your dreams, this figure also glows in the dark to add extra terror to a collection.

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Funko Pop! Vinyl: Marvel Zombies: Zombie Daredevil

He was once the superhero known as a Man Without Fear, but Zombie Daredevil is an undead man who instills fear. With green goo oozing from his mouth, and exposed decayed flesh, Zombie DD is infectiously cool as he leaps in for a bite. Because Matt Murdock is from NYC, this Pop! Vinyl is a 2020 New York Comic Con exclusive and features an NYCC sticker on the box.

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Funko Pop! Vinyl: Masters Of The Universe: Grizzlor (Flocked) Figure

Beast Man who? When it comes to pure brute strength, the ultimate man-beast of Eternia (and Etheria) is Grizzlor, a member of the Evil Horde and local urban legend. Though Grizzlor is typically known for his out-of-control mane, this flocked Pop! Vinyl shows he can be wild and wavy — and looks ready to sink his teeth into either She-Ra or He-Man.

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Funko Vinyl Soda: Queen: Freddie Mercury Figure

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[scara-smooches]

Daaaaaaaamn @nougatships !!! Back at it again with the selfshipping memes !!

I’ve been meaning to participate in this month’s festive bandwagon, but haven’t had the time this week, and I’m only just remembering now, in the middle of the night! So here goes:

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To Santa,

  I apologize for sending this request on such short notice, especially considering the challenge this may pose for you. I can’t remember the last time I wrote a real, honest-to-goodness letter to ol’ Father Christmas, but I could really use some holiday magic this year. That which I seek doesn’t really exist in this world, you see! If anyone stands a chance and finding and retrieving him, it’s you. 

  Yes, him. I’m looking for a certain robotic someone who has no hope of ever being on your nice list, and won’t have anything nice to say to you once you find him. He’s around 8 feet tall with piercing blue eyes and a rather dashing outfit, and an ego even bigger than he is. He probably won’t be very keen on climbing into a magic bag to visit another dimension, so don’t be afraid to mention me by name to make things easier for both of you! I’d really, really hate being the indirect cause of Santa Claus’ grisly demise. Did I mention he’s literally a mass murderer? In his universe, I mean. I will take good care of him here and keep him out of trouble, I pinky promise! No pressure.

  BUT, if that’s an order too tall for you, there’s two more folks I wouldn’t mind meeting this 25th. (These ones are human)

  The first is a real excitable guy, in fact he’s excited.. all of the time. His hair is impossibly swept upward behind his head, he wears a pair of cool shades, and some kind of punk rocker/techno DJ getup? You’ll probably hear him before you see him, as his superpower is a voice exponentially louder than a normal person’s.

  Number 2 is a much more mellow fellow, dressed in all black with shaggy black hair and a scruffy face. He’s got a very serious, even intimidating air about him, and his eyes are tired and bloodshot, yet intense. His appearance suggests a careless nature, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. He’s a real do-gooder!

  I apologize again for such a difficult request with so little time before the big day, but this would mean so much more to me than any of the toys I asked about those many years ago. Thank you for your time and consideration, and I look forward to this last Christmas of the 2010s! 

Be careful out there,

Em  

[cruelangelstheses]

red jenny needs a rhythm guitarist!

fandom: dragon age rating: T characters: sera/female inquisitor, sigrun, charade words: 2k additional tags: modern au, punk rock band, first meetings, fluff description: one night while performing with her band, the red jennies, sera spots a beautiful girl in the crowd. a/n: this was supposed to be done for yesterday - @serappreciationweek day 3: headcanons/aus - but i was delayed due to having to evacuate for hurricane dorian lol. anyway this type of au is my fav thing ever and sera said gay punk anarchist rights

read it on ao3

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The air thrums with anticipation. Backstage, Sera can hear the buzz of the crowd as she finishes applying her eyeliner, fucking it up on purpose because she loves the way it looks. She laughs and sticks her tongue out until it touches her septum piercing. Everything about her calls for chaos: old sneakers with holes in them, ripped skull-patterned shorts, spiked cuffs, tattoos on her arms, a black tank top hand-painted with the anarchy symbol, and a myriad of piercings in both ears—some studs, hoops, a chain, and an industrial piercing. One good thing about being an elf, she’s found, is that she has more space for them.

Behind her, Sigrun whistles the opening of one of their songs. “You about ready?”

Sera spins around in her chair and grins. “Frigging right I am.”

“Well, good,” Charade adds as she makes her way toward them, her bass guitar slung over one shoulder, “because I think they’re getting antsy out there.”

“Dagna said they were almost done,” Sigrun says as she takes a look in the mirror and smudges her eyeliner so that she looks a bit more...dead inside. Her knife earrings, black fingerless gloves, black jeans, and combat boots add to the “don’t fuck with me” look, complete with a black leather jacket that she’ll probably take off halfway through the set so she doesn’t die of heatstroke. Still, her dedication is inspiring.

As if on cue, Dagna, the band’s audio engineer, appears in the doorway of the dressing room. “Everything’s all set up,” she says with a smile. “Whenever you’re ready. Knock ‘em dead.”

Sera jumps to her feet and claps her hands together, grabbing her black-and-yellow guitar from off the floor. “Yes! Okay!”

In the center of the room, the Red Jennies form a tight circle. They’re a three-piece group, a “power trio,” with Sera as the lead singer and guitarist, Charade as the bassist, and Sigrun on the drums. It’d be nice to find a rhythm guitarist so Sera can focus on lead guitar, but they make it work. Charade has her hair tied back into a bun and is dressed in her usual getup: jean shorts, a t-shirt from the thrift store, and a plaid flannel, this one red.

Once they put all their hands in the center, Sera starts their chant. “Never mind the rich tits!”

“Never mind the bullshit!” Sigrun adds with a smirk.

“Never mind the bollocks,” Charade says, laughing.

Then, together, throwing their hands up in the air, they shout, “Here’s the Red Jennies!”

Sera leads them out of the room and up the stairs. The music playing inside the bar stops, and the crowd roars in excitement. They know what that means. It’s a relatively small venue, but it still packs a decent amount of people, and the show tonight is sold out—sold out for them. The Red Jennies are the main act. The idea makes Sera’s head spin.

Sera is the first person to step onstage, and the crowd cheers louder as the band takes their places, Sera and Charade plugging in their guitars and Sigrun sitting down at her drum set. Then Sera grabs onto the microphone with one hand and shouts, “Make some frigging noise, Wycome!”

As the crowd yells, Sigrun taps her drumsticks together four times to count off, and then they jump into their opening song, a politically-charged anthem aptly titled “Eat the Rich!!!” It’s one of their more “screamy” songs, which is why it’s first: perfect to pump up the crowd, as well as remind them why they’re here.

As Sera takes in the crowd, she notices a pair of bright purple eyes shining near the back of the venue. The fact that she can see them glowing all the way from the stage is enough to tell her that they belong to another elf, though she could’ve figured that out by the pointed ears poking out from underneath the girl’s mop of brown hair, as well as the distinctly Dalish tattoo that surrounds her left eye. She’s sitting at the edge of the bar with a drink in hand, watching the show with interest and looking as though she’s never seen the Red Jennies before.

For a short, weird moment, Sera feels...exposed? Judged? An age-old fear grips her, that she’ll be looked down upon—like always—or seen as uncivilized, crazy, a traitor to elves, perhaps all of the above if she’s unlucky enough. But then the girl looks right at her, right at her, and smiles, a snaggletooth grin that transforms her whole face, and those fears wash away, and Sera is herself again.

Alright, pretty elfy girl, she thinks. I’ll give you a show.

The concert is a whirlwind of jumping and sweating, of starting mosh pits and screaming her lungs out to a room full of strangers. It’s wild and cathartic, and no matter how many times she does it, she never gets tired of it—of reaching fans new and old, of hearing people yell her own words back to her, of music so loud she can feel it in her chest. When she’s surrounded by the wailing of her guitar, the heat of the stage lights, Charade’s voice on backup vocals, the rapidfire drums...that’s when she’s home.

Sometimes they hang out after a performance, and sometimes they don’t. Luckily for Sera, they have a day off between this show and the next, and they’re not planning on leaving Wycome until tomorrow, so they have some time to mingle. The girl at the bar only seemed to get more and more into the performance as it went along; Sera will be damned if she doesn’t at least speak to her.

She practically leaves her bandmates in the dust, as she heads back out into the bar barely ten minutes after the end of the show. “Sorry! Have to catch a pretty girl!” she calls over her shoulder. “Updates later!”

It takes a little while to get to the bar, since the crowd still hasn’t really dispersed. Since she’s small, it’s not difficult to weave through people without them really noticing, but she gets caught more than once by a fan. They’re wonderful, though, so she doesn’t really mind. Normally she loves talking to fans, and she still does; it’s just that tonight she has someone specific in mind.

It’s her lucky day. When she finally reaches the bar, she finds that not only has the pretty girl not left yet—the seat next to her is empty. Taking a deep breath, Sera pulls herself up onto the barstool and says, “Hey.”

The girl jumps a little and turns around, her eyes widening. “Oh. Hey!” she says, and Maker, her voice is so nice. “Great show, by the way!”

“Uh. Thanks,” Sera replies, already feeling her face heating up. The girl is even prettier in person, all tan skin and kissable lips and eyes like starlight. Sera doesn’t normally go for elves—too afraid they’ll think she isn’t elfy enough, and besides, a lot of them are too skinny and bony for her taste anyway—but this girl’s arms are more toned than most elves’, and her face is rounder and fuller. “I’m Sera. If you didn’t know.”

The girl giggles a little, rubbing the back of her neck. “I didn’t, actually,” she says sheepishly. “I’d never even heard of you guys until a few days ago. My brother bought two tickets and gave one to me. Don’t know where he is now, though.” She shrugs and takes a sip of her drink. “I’m Rana. Rana Lavellan.”

Her name sounds like music. Sera nods. “Saw you when I was up there, yeah?” she says, gesturing to the stage. “Your eyes are really...wow.”

Rana smirks a little. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”

For a moment, they both just kind of stare at each other. Then Sera clears her throat and says, “You ever listened to any punk before us?” She smiles mischievously. “Or did we take your punk virginity?” She says the last bit in a more dramatic voice.

Rana laughs. “Unfortunately, no, you did not,” she says, “though that would’ve been something. My brother invited me because he knew I liked your kind of music.” She deepens her voice in order to impersonate him. “‘Rana! You have to check out this band! They’re a bunch of punk rock lesbians singing about eating the rich! All your favorite things!’”

They both laugh at that. Then Rana adds, “Sometimes I think I’d like to be in a band. But I don’t usually get along well with other people. I have to really click with them, or see something in them that makes me want to talk to them.”

Suddenly, Sera feels immensely honored to be having such a fantastic conversation with her. “Oh!” she says. “What instrument do you play?”

“Guitar.”

Sera swears that the stars align right then and there. “Wait,” she says, trying not to get too far ahead of herself just yet. “Can you play rhythm?”

“Yeah, definitely,” Rana replies immediately, and then it starts to dawn on her. “Oh, yeah, I noticed you’re the only guitarist—”

“Want to join the Red Jennies?” Sera blurts. She can feel her heart pounding in her chest.

Rana blinks a few times, somewhat taken aback. “I...didn’t realize you guys were looking for a new member.”

“Well, we’re not, like, putting up ads on Craigslist,” Sera says, speaking quickly, “but we think it’d be nice to have a rhythm person if we could find one, ‘cause then I can do more cool shite on lead.”

Rana seems to think it over for a few moments, and then she nods. “If the other members will have me,” she says, “I’d be honored.”

“They will!” Sera says, finally allowing herself to get excited. “Really. Sigrun looks scary, but she’s lots of fun. And Charade’s a sweetie. Kind of have to work to get on her bad side. It’ll be good! Promise!”

Something twinkles in Rana’s eyes, something like amusement or endearment or pleasant surprise. Her face breaks into that beautiful snaggletooth grin again, and she says, “Then I would love to join the Red Jennies.”

Sera has to cover her mouth to stop from yelling with joy. Holding an index finger up, she pulls out her phone and sends a text into her group chat with Sigrun and Charade: I GOT US A RHYTHM GUITARIST!!!! SHES CUTE AND COOL AND LIKES PUNK AND HATES THE RICH AND I THINK SHES GAY???? DSJFDKFLKSJKD

Charade replies with some shocked and happy emojis. Sigrun says, pics or it didnt happen

Sera tries not to laugh. ���They want a picture!”

Rana raises an eyebrow, but there’s a good-natured smile on her face. “Alright.”

Sera opens up the front-facing camera and holds her phone up so that both of their faces are in the shot. Sera does her standard pose—putting a peace sign up to her mouth and sticking her tongue out—while Rana just stares into the camera with a serious face, like she’s posing for a fashion magazine or something. Sera wonders if it’s possible to die of gayness.

When she sends the selfie into the chat, Charade says, Ahhh Sera that’s amazing!! Can’t wait to meet her!!

Sigrun writes, oh she’s definitely gay

Sera grins and turns to Rana, who is watching her expectantly, as if she’s expecting Charade and Sigrun to hate her. “You’re in, Buckles!”

Rana cocks her head. “Buckles?”

Sera nods. “Right. Buckles. That’s you. Said you’re not too good with people, yeah? Like a boot buckle. Serious. But take the boots off, and there’s the softness.”

Rana stares at her in awe for a moment. “You came up with that just now?”

Sera shrugs. “Well. Maybe a few minutes ago.” Suddenly feeling self-conscious, she adds, “I can change it if you think it’s stupid.”

Rana shakes her head and smiles warmly. “I don’t think it’s stupid. I like it. I think it’s kind of brilliant.”

Sera tries not to blush and glances down at her phone, where she sees another message from Sigrun. This one reads, Go get her, tiger.

Sera grins. “Well then, Buckles,” she says, “welcome to the Jennies.”

[marvelousbirthdays]

Happy Birthday, widow-made-me-do-it!

June 14 - Darcy/Bucky/Steve with something smutty and fluffy? I’d love to see something regarding the 14th being flag day and Steve having to be patriotic or something...I’m open to any scenario though! for @widow-made-me-do-it

Written by guest writer @wahwahwaffles

Steve Rogers had woken up to a lot of terrible things. As a child he would wake up gasping for breath, panicked and fearful that he wouldn't be able to get enough into his lungs. During weeks long missions in the war, he'd been woken up by Dum Dum's snoring, or worse, his awful night-time gas. In the bright and shiny twenty-first century, he'd been woken by JARVIS or Friday with tinkling bells on good days and blaring klaxons on days when he'd need to go on a mission.

Steve could safely say that waking up lately had been his favorite way of greeting the day. Now that the Universe had been set right after Thanos had set out to destroy half of it, now that he was settled on a modest farmhouse in upstate New York, now that he woke up with a plush little dame pressed between he and Bucky...that was the way a fella should wake up.

But on this June 14th, he didn't wake up to Darcy's sweet rear end insistently pressing into him as he spooned her. Bucky's arms, which were usually wrapped around Darcy and Steve, were also not in their normal spot as the slightest hint of early summer sun started to peek through their open bedroom windows.

Instead, the vibranium hand was on Steve's shoulder, shaking it far too hard for so early in the morning.

"C'mon, punk, up and at them," Bucky's soft coaxing was diametrically opposed to the too powerful shaking he was doing of Steve's sleep pliant body.

"Go and feed your dumb goats yourself," Steve grumbled.

"I already fed my awesome goats," Bucky corrected. "We have places to be today. Flag day, remember?"

Steve grumbled and whined, just as hard to wake up at the age of 101 as he had been at 11. He reached for the pillow that Darcy and Bucky shared and clutched it in his arms as his body wiggled and burrowed closer into the comforter that still had the scent of Darcy's shampoo on it from when she had gone to bed with too wet hair a few nights ago.

"If you get up, I'll make it worth your while," Bucky fairly cooed in Steve's ear, the rasp and gravel of his voice promising sin.

Steve opened his left eye up and managed to convey disbelief and annoyance before closing his eye again and snuggling the Darcy-scented pillow more aggressively. Darcy had been gone for two days, heading to the Nation's capitol as the official envoy of the Asgardian people who had found a home in the United States. Her work was minimal and usually involved teleconferences between a confused Asgardian and a government official who didn't understand why the Asgardians didn’t understand that they needed to have their floating toys regulated.

Still, when she had to be gone for a few days, Steve was a useless, morose lump. Bucky's need for structure and the little tasks he did day to day with his animals kept him mostly on track, even if he too missed their girl something fierce. He was nothing compared to Steve though, who after a lifetime of not quite getting what he needed or wanted, had decided that he was going to be greedy in regards to his happiness after Thanos had been defeated.

He'd kissed Bucky square on the mouth at the end of the battle, and twenty minutes later, they'd rushed into the bunker that Jane and Darcy had been working in during the battle. Steve had dropped to his knees, wrapped himself around Darcy's midsection and begged her to have mercy on both he and Bucky.

She had taken mercy on them, she was a kind and benevolent Goddess that Bucky and Steve constantly worshipped. But as much as Steve's dream life involved puttering around the modernized farmhouse and cavorting on any available surface with his lovers, Darcy still wanted to be useful to the world at large.

"Goat-boy, we're burning fuel out there. Is he resisting?" Sam could be heard yelling from the front door. "Is your fake Russian ass failing? Do I need to send in a real one?"

"I'm up!" Steve shouted, jumping straight up, the pillow still in his arms. "Don't send Nat!"

**

The city of Baltimore knew how to throw quite the party, even at ten in the morning. The little building that had been the birthplace of the American flag centuries ago was surrounded by a joyous crowd of people. There was a large group of people dressed in clothing that Steve could have mistaken for the vibrant and varied outfits in Wakanda, but they were carrying Nigeria's flag in conjunction with the American flag. The music that they were playing was loud and exciting, and they'd gathered a large audience to dance along with them.

There were at least two dozen Asgardians, Steve could recognize nearly every one of the precious few that Thor had managed to deliver to Earth after the destruction of their home planet. They were refugees standing right alongside more Earthly refugees, all gathered there for their naturalization ceremony, pledging their allegiance to their new country's flag right where it was born.

"Didn't know the Asgardians were gonna be here," Bucky frowned. "Darce said that they were applying for citizenship but I didn't realize they'd gotten so far."

"Looks like they passed that civics test that you couldn't pass on your best day," Steve teased, adjusting his cowl as he and Bucky walked from the staging area towards the podium where the festivities would be held.

"You couldn't pass it either, Captain America," Bucky teased right back.

They exchanged pleasantries with the organizers of the event before taking the stage to an excited crowd. Steve was automatically the embodiment of symbolic American values, fairness, perseverance and toughness whether his uniform was red white and blue or dyed black with the patches ripped off. But after Thanos, Bucky was embraced by the American people as well. They'd been through hell and back and gotten tattered and used and were still there, and no one embodied that more than Bucky Barnes, ex-Winter Soldier.

Steve still gave the speeches though, because no matter what the punk said, he was actually really good at them. This speech was no exception.

"The flag isn't a piece of cloth. It's a symbol for a really good idea that people had a few hundred years ago. And it started out with a lot less stars. It changed. Things change. The American people and the American flag are a beautiful thing because we can change too. The fabric of our people is ever changing, just like everything else in this beautiful world. And I look out on this crowd and I see---"

Steve faltered, and Bucky, who usually just stood at Steve's side and recited the pledge when the time came, took a step forward, his eyes squinting at the crowd about to become American citizens.

"Well I'll be damned."

Darcy was standing between the Asgardians and a different extended family from other parts of the world. She waved at them cheerfully before using her hand to gesture at her getup. She was dressed as one of the dames from the Chorus Girl gig Steve had back during World War II, except this one was comprised of blinding red, white and blue sequins and the bustier was doing the Lord's work with her cleavage.

It was a little known fact that Steve and Bucky had added a third to their love affair, and everyone (especially Maria Hill and her security team) preferred it that way. But even fewer people knew that the most patriotically costumed superhero and his metal armed lover had, in fact, been living in fantastic sin with a looker who was born in Canada and was not technically an American citizen. Sam liked to tease that it was blasphemy of some sort, but Steve and Bucky couldn't have cared less.

She gave the boys a jaunty salute with the wrong hand, laughter ringing like a bell in the crowd when a small Asgardian corrected her. She gave up altogether and blew a kiss at her stunned boys. Steve managed to clear his throat and got through the speech and introduced the official to begin the Oath of Allegiance. Steve and Bucky wore nearly identical grins as they watched Darcy say the words and then begin jumping up and down and celebrating with her fellow new Americans.

That was the last they saw of her for hours, the crowd and celebration too raucous and joyous and thick with people (human and Asgardian alike) to find their little ball of soft curves and sass. SHIELD security ushered the super soldiers into a large SUV and took them to a nearby hotel, not one of the fancier ones, but something that promised to have a heated indoor pool and sauna and free breakfast.

Steve's mood was inching towards one that resembled excited golden retriever as the SHIELD liaison herded he and Bucky towards one of the modest suites on the top floor and as soon as they had entered, Steve was off like a rocket, running through the suite and going to the bedroom, where he fairly tackled Darcy to the bed and covered her in enthusiastic, smacking kisses.

"My hair!" Darcy tried to complain through her laughter as Steve planted wet, firm kisses up and down the column of her neck. The bed dipped with additional weight and she held out her hand to Bucky, who was smiling fondly down at his two favorite people on Earth. "Bucky, help, it took me three hours to get my hair into the victory rolls!"

"The best part of doing up your hair like that is getting it all mussed, Doll," Bucky smirked, falling half on top of Steve and Darcy alike and placing his own kisses on the other side of Darcy's neck.

"I should have known that becoming an American citizen would have gotten this goofball aroused," Darcy joked, squealing when Steve's hands began to tickle her up and down her sides.

"It's the excitement of Flag day," Bucky assured her, bending his head to place his own kiss against Steve's temple. "Seeing all that red, white and blue gets him standing at attention."

"You're both jerks," Steve mumbled, his hands going to simultaneously try and undress both of them, nonetheless.

"Rude!" Darcy mock gasped, wiggling around underneath the weight of them. She threw Bucky a thankful wink when he pulled Steve off of her so that she could roll him over to straddle him. She shimmied backwards and her eyebrows bounced up and down playfully. "I'm looking forward to saluting my new nation's flag---pole."

"You're so cheesy, Darce," Steve sighed, a dreamy smile on his face as he placed two hands on her waist. "Love you."

"Hmm, love you too," Darcy bent to kiss him on the lips. She pulled away and kissed Bucky too and murmured against his mouth, "Love you too, too."

"Love you too, too," Bucky repeated their little inside joke, a little of Steve's dreamy smile reflecting in his eyes. "Now, how about we get down to that saluting the flag, little Miss America."

"Sure," Darcy cleared her throat and sat straight up on top of Steve. She opened her mouth and began to warble at top volume, "You're a grand old flag, you're a high flying flag!"

"Sweetheart,stop!" Steve laughed, which didn't deter their girl in the slightest. If anything she began to sing louder, even though she didn’t know any of the proper words. Her off key rendition was one of the sweetest sounds he had ever heard, and he knew Bucky was just as much of a sap as he was, because the man in question cuddled in close to Steve to watch their girl excitedly sing.

“And forever your feet in the waves! You’re the emblem of, the men I love! The bone of the free and the brave!”

[jigensass]

Dr Strange Punk Rave Supreme, Part 3

The night continued on to Stephen's dull amusement. He continued to drink, always on the brink of slurring but was frequently using a handy spell he picked up to speed up his intoxication time to mere minutes between each guest. The names were getting harder and harder to remember. The sorcerer insisted Wong wrote them down somewhere so it wouldn't seem like he was uninterested in them by pulling his phone and typing it in.

"Then I would look uninterested either," Wong assured his partner "Am I ever going to meet any of these people again in the next 10 years?" "Maybe a handful of them, Sorcerer Supremes always assist each other in times of great strife, Stephen."

With that response, Stephen tossed away the notion and continued through the hall to the front bumping into more eager magic users to say hello. There was Wanda the Witch of Chaos, Voodoo, a man from Louisiana who had lost his brother and had his spirit bonded with him, and many other intricate faces that for some reason stuck out, especially a Sorcerer Supreme who used his drawings as means of weaponry and protection, almost like voodoo, but it was not. For with his drawing pad, he made an attractive man with gold veins appear out of thin air and the younger apprentices clapped with delight on this new type of sorcery.  Ironically, the one person he wanted to greet himself Wong yanked him back faster than the Cloak ever could. It was a being with red flowing locks and marble white skin. Upon further inspection out of the prying eye, it was a male who seemed to be of pure perfection with emeralds for irises. Staring again after being pulled away, his companion slapped him on the back of the head.

"We are not here to speak to the demon lords! We respect they exist and that's it!" "But wouldn't that be rude if they didn't meet me? I sense a nice peace treaty between us...~"

Wong rolled his eyes and drug him away, embarrassed he would ever flirt with a demon lord, let alone one of Mephisto's generals who had been selected to come to the ceremony to represent the Hellish Realm. The general was not interested in the slightest of what was going on within earshot behind him because he was in the middle of a discussion with a woman with white hair dawning a purple dress and her apprentice, a bright-eyed, bushy-tailed girl who had fae-like features in her face, about the dwelling, habits, and evolution of dragons throughout history and how it is possible that they evolved just as the dinosaurs did from deep sea creatures to lizards with wings. The white-haired woman was losing interest as the commotion about hitting on the hellish general grew and she saw him being pulled away by....was that a monk from Tibet? Was that the Sorcerer Supreme he was protecting? His getup was exquisite and mysterious for the event unlike everyone else's who was color coding with their realms which were mostly flashy hues. She told her companion to stay put as she snuck off to finally meet the man everyone wanted to see, her apprentice not happy to be left alone with such an odd man who gave her a queer look when she returned a disappointed one at him.

That bodyguard appeared to know everyone who was attending the event and if he knew who she was, she most definitely would not get the chance to introduce herself in a respectful manner. But how to get him away...?

Even after being dragged from his apparently his "polar opposite" as Wong started to describe the man he had attempted to hit on, Stephen was not giving up that easily. He needed a distraction. But how to get him away....?

The fae apprentice was getting restless and the hellish general was not liking this babysitter ordeal that he was swiped into. They gave into the mindfulness of their situation and with a smirk, made a silent pact to help each other out. She made an inanimate construct of herself as he continued to talk to it to keep it company. The construct blinked and smiled reacting to the waves it was picking up from its surroundings.

Meanwhile, the young apprentice snuck through the crowd to get into sight of the Sorcerer Supreme and his guard, noticing her teacher in sight of the two of them as well. Her eyes squinted in suspicion and her ears flicked in annoyance. How dare her teacher leave her alone to see the new Sorcerer Supreme! It was near treason!

The fae transformed into a small fairy and buzzed past in front of the guard to distract him long enough turn his head. In that split second, Clea pulled Stephen by the arm into the sea of the crowd away from Wong.

"And for the last time, Wong, may I remind you I am g-" Before Stephen could finish his last statement, a bit tipsy now so he could filter what he was hearing from Wong's tyrannical mouth, he was distracted by some small bug. It was long enough to be yanked into some people and a young woman with white hair and beaming purple yes was smiling at him.

"H-hi there."

The woman didn't respond and continued to beam.

"Are you mute?" Stephen was starting to become concerned for her that something was wrong when out of the blue she giggled like a schoolgirl.

"No! No! I'm just- I was so worried your bodyguard monk wouldn't let me near you after he yanked you away from the Prince of the Abyss, I'm not a demon don't worry, I'm Faltinian! Well not full, but full enough for him to be worried who is in your presence. See my name is Clea and I'm from the Dark Dimension, Sorcerer Supreme."

"Faltinian, you're not-"

"Stephen! Where are you?!" At that outcry, Clea pulled him away from it.

"Hey! Could you explain something first before dinner?!"

"No! Not here! In private!"

"Stephen! Where are you?!" It wasn't long before Wong's attention was lost. This was going to take some effort. She had to do this for her teacher, but oh was she going to regret it...

"I'm right here." Appearing from behind a nearby pillar was Stephen, Sorcerer Supreme. Well, what appeared to be the Sorcerer Supreme. The fae wasn't sure how long her illusion would last or if this monk could sniff out her magic. He seemed pretty narrow-minded on who to protect. Hopefully, it was long enough for her teacher to get her task accomplished.

Sneaking down the halls with Stephen, confused behind her, Clea ducked into the nearest room which happened to be a closet. It only frustrated him more as to why this magic user had pulled him away from the party. Was she that crazy to meet him?

"Listen, Clea, I appreciate the offer, but I'm not-" "I know! You're not normal! It's okay! All magic users feel weird when coming to these parties. We're all secretly introverts even though we don't act like it." Stephen rolled his eyes at her dodging statement. "Never mind, why are we in this closest? Is it to tell me you're related to Dormammu and you were afraid Wong, the monk back there was going to banish you or something?"

Clea blinked her eyes, stunned that his deduction skills were phenomenal. Could he already read minds? "What else can you do?! Tell me my fortune!"

"Huh-?" he shook his head in frustration, "No! I knew that because you said you were Faltinian! I wasn't born into this lifestyle yesterday! I know all of the gods, goddesses, and beings who are of high tier and very important! Is he...like your father?"

"No, he's my uncle." "Well, we have to make sure your 'uncle' doesn't disrupt this event. Wong told me this has been the biggest gathering of sorcerers since-"

The closet door opened and Wong stood there, unassumed with another Stephen.

"Marie!" Clea grabbed the other Stephen by the ear which slowly transformed into the small fae apprentice from before.

"I did it for you, teacher! And the hellish general smelled funny!" "You MUST respect the Hellish Realms regardless!" Before turning away, Clea smiled at Stephen who did return the smile in regards to her share of knowledge about a possible threat lying in their midst. Being a relative of the Dreaded One, it was possible he could use her as a spy to infiltrate the party. He adjusted his coat and began to walk back down the stairs to the main floor of mingling.

"What was all that about exactly? Why were you pulled away from my sight by a mere...pixie? And that was a Faltinian of all people! She could be-" "She is, which means there's danger afoot, Watson. Not sure how it will come, but it will come when we least expect it."

As the duo came back down the stairs, an announcer shouted from across the room,

"It is now time for the Passing of the Eye! The Vishanti now enter the floor!"

(HOLY COW THIS WAS LONG FOR EXPOSITION GARBAGE AND FILLER!! Thank you to @askmarietheapprentice  for letting me sneak her in for some fae fun! Once again as always, the original idea of this Punk Stephen is given credit to @doobler  as well as gold Tony (which is mentioned) and @your-dark-magic-man-mysterio  I did want to put the next scene into this chapter, but I was very unaware of the length, so next time...we get to meet the Vishanti..and some other peeps?

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Rooftop

(((Prompt!: Spider-Man finally revealing his identity and love to Deadpool.)))

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It was an early evening in November, the night was dark and chilly, and it tended to be even chiller up perched on the roof of a high-rise building. That's where Peter was, but the cold didn't bother him thanks to his thermal Spidey suit. He was sitting on the roof edge of Parker Industries, one of the city's finest street vending hotdogs in one hand and a cup of hot cocoa in the other. Along with him sitting there, legs dangling off the edge and masks pulled up to their noses, was Deadpool of course. Bad guy takedown team ups along with platonic rooftop dates had increased over the past few months with the merc, and Peter had found himself increasingly looking forward to Wade's company on both accounts.

Peter couldn't remember, couldn't pinpoint that exact moment he finally starting believing that Deadpool had really changed from being a murderous gun-for-hire with seemingly a black hole where the man's morals should be to someone who truly stood for good —even if it was his own brand of a very "coloring outside the lines" kind of good. Wade was still a loose cannon, definitely; but more importantly, he had become a hero. He had become trustworthy.

Yeah, Peter couldn't recall when he first starting trusting Deadpool, but he could remember the first time the man made him feel butterflies. It was stupid really. They had been fighting this whack-a-do in a lion getup calling himself "Roar".  The guy was attempting to blow a hole in the Lincoln Tunnel, and despite how ridiculous the large man looked with the mane and everything, he proved to be quite the handful for Spidey and Deadpool both.  At some point during the chaos in the tunnel Peter managed to get caught off guard by a two-door car hurled at him by the crazy lion-man. It crashed into Peter's body hard, and the next thing he knew he was waking up laid out on the tunnel road. Deadpool was crouched down beside him and Peter had let out a little croak of pain. There had been some colorful exclamations of relieved joy pouring out of Deadpool's mouth at first, but then he got serious.

"That was my fault, baby doll." Wade had said. "I missed slicing that punks arm off. Are you okay?" Deadpool had asked with genuine care, placing his hand gently on Spidey's shoulder. That touch. That stupid simple innocent touch on the shoulder, and Peter felt it. The flutter in his gut.

Peter had ignored it straightaway. Pushed that feeling into the deepest depths of his mind possible, but those feelings just kept coming. More fluttering in the pit of his stomach. Smiles springing to his face at just the sound of Wade's voice when they hadn't seen each other in a while. The ache in his chest when it was quiet and they were close. And that other ache a little further down south. It took a while for Peter to accept it —four months, two weeks, and five days to be precise— but Spider-Man had fallen for Deadpool.

Peter played it cool with Wade though; acted the same and didn't let on. The hero was admittedly nervous. Sure Wade was a walking-talking inappropriate flirt canon with him, but Wade was like that with almost everyone. Even if the merc still tended to be more obscene with Spidey.  The big brave Spider-Man was afraid to put his feelings out there, too worried all of Wade's insane advances were all just a silly game. And then there was Peter's other stalling excuse, it wasn't just Spider-Man that fell for Deadpool; it was Peter Parker that fell for Deadpool. And that was kind of a problem, because Deadpool didn't know who Peter Parker was. Well, actually, Deadpool knew the lie of who Peter Parker was. Parker was Spider-Man's boss. Parker was a nerdy little CEO and "total tool" according to Wade. If only Deadpool knew the truth.

If only.

Peter had finished his hotdog and sipped from his cocoa, cradling the warm cup with both hands. Deadpool was prattling on about his last mission with the Unity Squad, and normally Peter would be all ears, though making sure he didn't appear too interested or too amused, fearing that would give away how enamored he was. Now though, Peter was stuck in one of his mental crisis modes: trying to convince himself to both tell Deadpool how he felt and also to never do it because it would only turn out to be a horrible mistake.

"...so that matchstick punk had the nerve to get all butt hurt at me for flinging us both into the lake, when he was the one that set me on fire. Accident, my fine Canadian bacon ass. I really should look into some fireproof coating. Say," Deadpool shoved the last of his second hotdog in his mouth and proceeded to simultaneously talk and chew, "does that Parker punk of yours have anything he can hook me up with?"

Hearing his last name used, Peter snapped out of his mental battle. "Huh?"

"Parker," Deadpool said the name again after he swallowed down his mouthful of food. "Does he have any fireproofing doohickeys that'll, you know, fire proof my suits?"

"Um, yeah he does actually." Peter answered. It was still always weird to talk about himself as another person. "He developed a liquid compound that can basically give any fabric it's applied to an even better thermal resistance than polybenzimida-"

"You had me 'um'," Deadpool interrupted with a grinned. "So you think the loser will cough it up for me, or are you willing to assist in a good ol' fashioned snatch 'n' grab."

Peter sighed. "You don't have to steal. And he's not a loser," Peter couldn't help but add. "Why is it that anytime Peter Parker is mentioned you have to insult him somehow."

"Now don't get me wrong, he's cute and all, but it's just the whole 'hopeless nerd trying to be Tony Stark' vibe with a whole lot less style."

Peter glared through the eyes of his mask. "He's not trying to be Tony Stark. He's trying to help people. He is helping people. Do you even know how many people he's aided with his tech advancements and donations and his own charity?"

"Ugh," Deadpool groaned. "See? This is what I don't like. You used to be an Avenger! And now this babyface corporate tool has you under his thumb, kissing his fine ass, and worshiping the ground he walks on just because he what? He like helps rebuild disaster zones, improves the quality of life for poor folks, and probably adopts every little stray kitten he comes across? Big deal. You shouldn't be working for that 'belongs-in-a-boy-band Poindexter Mother Teresa'; you should be working with me." Deadpool ended his little rant, crossing his arms up high over his chest like a grumpy little child.

"Wait," Peter cocked his head to the side in thought. "You're jealous." Peter let himself laugh. "All this time you've just been jealous of the guy."

"Hold it right there, Spidey-Buns. Me? Jealous? Never."

"Alright, I have no idea where you just pulled it out from but you are literally stabbing a knitting needle into a doll that looks suspiciously Parker-esque.

Deadpool tossed the definitely-not-a-Peter-Parker-voodoo-doll over his shoulder and grinned guiltily. "Okay, maybe I harbor just a slight teeny weeny smidgen of jealously. But come on, I'm allowed. He totally cuts in on my Webs time, and this obvious crushing on him you do, should be crushing that's on me."

Peter smiled. He felt a weight off his chest. Wade was jealous, and that there was the best indicator that Deadpool liked him, truly liked him. Peter reasoned with himself that he didn't have any reason to hide anymore; he was basically in love with Wade and the merc had his full trust.

"There's nothing for you to be jealous about. I'm not sure if I should say this, but I know for a fact that Parker has the hots for you." Peter said in a serious tone. He was about to reveal himself and that was a big deal, but that didn't mean he couldn't make it fun at Deadpool's expense.

"Hubbawha?" Deadpool mimed cleaning out his ears.

"I'm serious. He's been too nervous to meet you, but he's heard your stories and he thinks you're really funny, and he's all about that physique of yours."

"Oookaaay, even if I were to believe you that Parker digs the D, I... You know what? No. I don't believe you for a second.  There is no way Boy Scout McNerdyHotPants even remotely..."

Peter slammed back the rest of his hot chocolate like it was a stiff drink of courage, and then abruptly pulled his mask off. He started to speak in Deadpool's sudden wide-eyed silence. "I also know for a fact that he's really proud of you for turning your life around, and would trust you with his life." Peter showed the merc a small smile.

"You... I... He...... You... YOU!"  Deadpool slapped the sides of his face with his hands as his shock of reality finally sunk in.

"Yeah, me," Peter let out one soft chuckle. His heart was racing despite looking awkwardly calm. Even though he felt sure this was going to end okay, Peter couldn't help but still feel nervous now that his mask was off.

"Okay so, I'm just gonna make sure I got this all straight," Deadpool took a deep breath. "You, Spider-Man, my most vivacious of bros, are in fact and always have been Parker, Peter Parker. Your boss but yourself Peter Parker. Kmart Stark Peter Parker. Hotty bleeding heart Peter Parker.  Bumbling egghead Peter Parker. Adorkable Peter Parker. Gracious goon-"

"Just shut up, Wade, it's me. I think you calling me just 'Peter' would work out a lot better."

"Oh. Em. Gee. This is...wow," Deadpool scooted closer to Peter and cautiously let a gloved hand trail down the young man's cheek like Wade was checking if he was real. "You really do trust me."

"Yes, of course."

"And that part about having the hots for me? That some kind of joke or-"

Peter grabbed a hold at either side of Deadpool's face and drew them close together, close enough for Peter to bring their lips together. Peter's heart was racing faster now for a different reason: a fantasy of his was now finally playing out. He finally got to know the feel of Wade's lips against his, textured and rough and overwhelmingly intoxicating with how they moved along with his tongue. It was a few seconds that passed, maybe minutes —hell, it could have been hours for all Peter knew with how he was all wrapped up in the taste and how his body had thrummed to life— when Wade pulled away.

"Well, shit." The merc said breathily. "Not a joke then." Wade turned a little sombre then, slowly peeling his mask the rest of the way off. "Even though you know I look like this?"

Peter looked Wade over with sad eyes, but a small warm smile. 'Imperfect' skin and all, Peter was undeniably attracted to the merc. The underlining features of Wade's face were enticing, the curve of his jaw, the angle of his cheekbones, the shape of his lips, his body's physique. The scars on top didn't matter.  To Peter, Wade looked rugged and strong.

"I wouldn't have kissed you if I didn't like you." Peter spoke softly. "All of you."

The side of Wade's mouth curled into a smile. "So Webs...er Peter, where does this put us at?"

"Together I hope." Peter answered simply.

Wade showed a bigger smile. A bright happy one, and Peter couldn't help but mirror it. "Shit Petey-pie, you have no idea how long I've been dreaming of this happening. In fact, you should probably kiss me again so I can feel that it's real." Wade wiggled his nonexistent eyebrows, and it made Peter chuckle.

"You're so weird." Peter said in a loving tone and once again brought their lips together.

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