#fuckin love the polar express

[even-disco-baby]

KIM KITSURAGI — The lieutenant’s expression is difficult to place as he ponders the mural.

THE NEXT WORLD MURAL — “TRUE LOVE IS POSSIBLE ONLY IN THE NEXT WORLD— FOR NEW PEOPLE. IT IS TOO LATE FOR US. WREAK HAVOC ON THE MIDDLE CLASS.”

INLAND EMPIRE — Right on.

CONCEPTUALIZATION — What a slogan! So many layers in so few words. Perfectly crafted to grab one’s attention and keep hold of it for long after you’ve passed by. You wish you’d thought of it.

“Truer words were never spoken.”

“What a fuckin’ bummer, am I right?”

“Not bad, but I like the one we painted in Martinaise better.”

KIM KITSURAGI — “You mean, the one *you* painted,” he says pointedly. “I had nothing to do with that.”

ESPIRIT DE CORPS — He did like your mural. He’s just never gonna admit it. He’s too committed to the bit.

THE NEXT WORLD MURAL — The words seem to tower over you as you and your partner take them in. Once again, you can’t help but wonder how the Belles Lettres managed to paint this monstrously massive mural without being seen.

VISUAL CALCULUS — Surely there must have been scaffolding involved, or some kind of machinery.

LOGIC — They were seen. Just not by anyone who would disturb their work, or sell them out to the police. Which, if the results of the vote are anything to go by, would be most of the people of Jamrock.

“What do you think about the part about true love, Kim?”

“What do you think about the part about the middle class, Kim?”

“Did you know there was a vote on whether or not to remove the mural?”

KIM KITSURAGI — “We did hear about it back at 57,” he admits. “It’s rare for your district to organize a vote like that. Or any district, for that matter…”

He frowns slightly, peering up at the embracing couple. “I’ll admit, when I heard about it, I had no idea how *big* this thing was. I’m surprised that they voted to keep it. You must be able to see it for miles…”

CONCEPTUALIZATION — Eight stories loud, painted over the corpse of a failed real estate venture. A reminder, a call to action, and a threat, all rolled into one. Constant and inescapable. Oh, yeah. *This* is good stuff.

EMPATHY — It makes the lieutenant uncomfortable.

CONCEPTUALIZATION — That’s the point.

YOU — “How would you have voted?”

KIM KITSURAGI — “I wouldn’t have,” he says drily. “I didn’t live here.”

“All right, fair enough.” (Drop the subject)

“Cmon, Kim. If you *did* live here, which side would you be on?” (Press him)

KIM KITSURAGI — “I don’t know that it’s about taking sides…” His sentence trails as he considers the mural.

PERCEPTION (Sight) — He glances at you for the briefest of moments, and then away. Almost as if he hadn’t meant to do it.

ESPIRIT DE CORPS [Godly: Success] — You make him uncomfortable in much the same way that the mural does. Representative of truths that he doesn’t know what to make of.

There was a time when he dreamt of things like true love. And heroic deeds, and brilliant discoveries, and aerostatic pilots. A home that belonged to him. A table laden with food and crowded with people. The future and the past were polar opposites in his eyes— one a painful collage of loneliness and ostracization, the other a blank canvas, and all the more beautiful for it. It could be anything.

It did not take long for the present to beat it all out of him. And then he blinked, and he was forty-three and alone, having spent twenty years of his life on stubbornness and spite, trying to prove himself to people who didn’t and still don’t care, at the expense of the people that he should have cared for. And he realized it was too late for him.

YOU — Too late for what…?

EMPATHY — To do or be anything different.

KIM KITSURAGI — “…I don’t know,” he finally says. His voice is level, but quiet. “But I can understand why people wanted it to remain.”

He tears his gaze away from the mural at last and looks at you. “What about you? How did you vote?”

YOU — “I can’t remember.”

KIM KITSURAGI — He grimaces slightly. “Right. Sorry…”

“But I think I would have voted for it to go.”

“But I think I would have voted for it to stay.”

KIM KITSURAGI — “That doesn’t surprise me,” he sighs. “I’m sure the part about wreaking havoc on the middle class especially appealed to you.”

“You know it, comrade.”

“No, it was the part about true love being dead.”

“No, it was the part about new people.”

KIM KITSURAGI — He looks at you strangely. “…Oh? What do you make of it?”

“There’s no such thing as new people. We’re all the same, and we’ll always be the same, walking in the same old circles.”

“Fuck the new people and their new world that we’ll never get to see.”

“I think anyone can become a new person if they try. It’s a call to action.”

“Even if it’s too late for us to be new, I think we can still change. And we can still love each other.”

KIM KITSURAGI — He looks for a moment as if he’s going to say something… and then nothing. His lips purse slightly.

EMPATHY [Formidable: Failure] — It’s hard to say what he thinks of your little thesis. Matters of love are tough on him.

COMPOSURE [Legendary: Success] — But you get the feeling that *something* is happening within the lieutenant. There’s a crack in the dam that’s widening every day, and he knows it. He’s afraid to let it happen, but he’s equally powerless to stop it.

INLAND EMPIRE — You’re afraid, too. You’re both the same brand of coward.

VOLITION — You’re both a lot of things that you don’t have to be. It’s too late to have never been them. But it’s not too late to stop.

ESPIRIT DE CORPS — Stopping is precisely what he’s afraid of. He wonders what of himself will be left if he ceases to be *this.*

That’s selfish. We’re both so selfish.

It would be better if we ceased to be anything at all.

Whatever is left, I’ll still love him.

INLAND EMPIRE — How do you know he *wants* your love?

YOU — I don’t know. But he has it, anyway.

THE NEXT WORLD MURAL — A cold wind rushes past you, sending a chill deep into your bones. Unconsciously, you both step closer to each other. Seeking warmth.

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Welcome and helloooo every-nyan!!! WOW this took so much longer than I expected and it's longer than the first chapter by over 1k words (I literally couldn't be stopped) and I'm hoping this will satisfy.... until the third chapter comes out 😈 mwahaha!

Thank you to all of my mutuals for the support and love, and a big thank you to @laidenbreecatchall for listening to me scream about this for hours and for helping me with ideas! You're amazing, I adore you, thank you so much for everything 💖

As always, a huge thank you and a million smooches for my beta @moss-woods, none of this is possible without you. I love you endlessly 💖💖💖

Without further ado... I present you with part two of Too Much Labour. This chapter is all about the Kid Pirates, so my fellow Kid and Killer lovers might just enjoy this one just as much as I loved writing it 🤭🤭🤭💖💖💖

You tried so hard to fit in.

Three months had passed since you'd fled the Heart Pirates and into, unfortunately for you, Eustass Kid, of all people. It had just happened to be your shit luck that the Victoria Punk was nestled off in a small cove off on the opposite end of the island.

Following behind him and his masked friend, Killer you find out, trying to keep the same pace as your shorter legs carried you as fast as they could. You shuffled your bag a little higher only to distract yourself enough to bump directly into Kid’s back. You fell to the ground, startled, as a small “oof!” left you.

“Pay attention, brat,” Kid sneered, barely throwing you a glare over his shoulder before turning around to snatch your bag from your hands.

“You look fuckin’ stupid tryin’ to act all tough.”

You rolled your eyes in return with an almost mocking look, allowing Killer to help you off the ground with a warm, heavy hand. You brushed off your butt and legs with a sigh, trying not to mumble out-loud as you gave Killer a nod in thanks before continuing after Kid.

You blinked a few times in shock as the Victoria Punk came into view, the huge dinosaur skull that served as the bow of the ship overwhelmingly shaking you to the core. Your pace slowed down and you could practically hear the smug smirk in Kid's voice when he barked out a laugh at your expression.

“Beautiful, ain't she? Nothing but the best for the future King of the Pirates.”

The sheer ego he spewed off himself as he spoke clutched around your heart as it truly began to sink in.

You weren't a Heart Pirate anymore.

You took a slow breath and tried to give Kid a winning grin, throwing up two thumbs as you shakily commented,

“H-hell yeah! It's impressive as fuck!”

Kids brow ridge rose and he grunted, his smirk turning a bit sour as he huffed and continued down towards his ship. “Whatever.” You barely heard his mumbling, your hands falling back down as you gave another sigh.

The same hand that helped you earlier landed on your right shoulder, giving you a slight shake as Killer's voice washed over you.

“Sorry about him, it's just been a weird day for us. He'll get over it.” He gave your shoulder a small squeeze before moving to follow after his best friend and Captain. “and you will too.” He called over his shoulder before motioning for you to follow as well.

You spared a glance over your shoulder towards the way you came, your arms wrapping around themselves as a strange chill settled over your skin. There was a whispering murmur between the trees and you could have sworn you heard your name…

“Y/N?”

Your head turns back to Killer and you straighten yourself out, feeling a cold hand crush around your heart as you take your first step after him, anxious but almost a little excited for a new journey.

Would you still be the same Y/N you were on the Polar Tang? What if the same thing happened again?

You blinked back angry tears as your head replayed the last few hours, reminding you over and over with every step you took that this would be worth it, that this would be different.

It would be different.

“You're in your head again, Y/N.”

Glancing up from chopping veggies for dinner prep to meet Killers masked visage, you sighed softly through your nose before frowning slightly and murmuring,

“I'm just… I'm fine, Killer, I promise.”

A warm hand meets your shoulder just like those months ago though your heart leapt into your throat this time, just like it did every time Killer touched you.

“You wanna talk about it?”

You gave Killer a warm smile, shaking your head slightly before patting his hand with gentle fingers, trying not to let your touch linger on his skin too long.

“Maybe later.”

You could feel the smile Killer gave you under the mask. Slight guilt ate away at you as he gave you a solid nod, squeezing your shoulder once before letting his hand fall from you.

Once prep was done and the food was cooking, Killer kicked you out gently, reminding you to come back later to help with cleaning up once everyone had eaten.

Sitting atop the large skull that served as the ship's bow, you scribbled in your small journal, trying to bite back tears as you poured your heart out to the small book. It had felt like so long since you'd seen the Heart Pirates, your family, and your heart ached to the point it felt like it had been ripped from your chest.

Snapping the book shut, you sighed heavily and rubbed at your face before looking back out to the vast seas. Taking a deep breath, you crossed your legs and straightened your back, letting your eyes fall shut as you tried to ground yourself.

Your eyes snapped back open when all you could see was Law's shocked and broken expression from when you jumped out of the Tang and ran. Steeling your expressing with a slight sneer, you grunted softly and made to get up when you suddenly heard,

“You look like shit.”

Your head snapped up and you met with Kid's fiery eyes. You could tell he was trying to read you, not saying anything else until you either snapped back or got up and walked away.

“... yeah… yeah I bet I do.”

Kid tilted his head slightly with a deep hum before holding out his hands for you to take. You shocked him slightly when your two hands gripped his metal one, letting him pull you up and nearly into him. His flesh hand steadied your shoulder and you stared at each other for a few moments, your cheeks slowly tinting a few shades lighter than his hair under his gaze.

After a few more moments of comfortable silence, he gently tugged your hands in his one, making you follow him as he turned to walk back in the ship. His metal hand kept a grip on yours, pulled back behind himself slightly as you tried to keep up with his long legs.

Your brows shot up in surprise when you realized where he was taking you, your heart skipping a beat as he pulled you into his workshop. He cleared some space off his desktop and patted it, watching you hike yourself up onto his desk and sit comfortably as your eyes took in the chaos of it all.

Eustass sat back in his worn chair, arms crossed over his massive chest as he finally comments,

“You're distracted.”

You stop taking in the wonder of his workshop to look back at him. Your fingers fiddled with themselves in your lap, anxiety beginning to eat away at your insides as you quietly replied,

“Yeah.”

Kid gives a heavy sigh, looking you over as if you were an incomplete puzzle with pieces missing.

He hoped you knew that he would rip his hands apart to their bare bones, broken wires and rusted scrap metal to craft the missing pieces inside you, if you'd let him.

As he continued to watch you, something in his heart screamed that you wouldn't, and he wasn't sure if it hurt more to know you'd never want him the way he wanted you.

The silence crept on, turning almost suffocating as you stared each other down, feeling smaller and smaller under his intense gaze until he finally snapped in a sharp tone,

“If you don't want to be here, we'll drop you at the next island.”

Your heart immediately sank and tears filled your eyes, your hands curling around each other tightly til your fingers turned white. Your mind turned dark, thoughts swarming with the fear of being left behind and forgotten about until Kid piped up again, this time his voice a little softer as he asked,

“You've been struggling this whole time, haven't you?”

You broke down.

You covered your face, not wanting him to see the bitter tears that swept down your face as you barely got out,

“I thought he loved me, man…”

Silently sobbing into your palms, you didn't notice Kid sigh with a roll of his eyes and stand from his chair until you were suddenly surrounded in warmth, flesh and metal pulling you to a chest of muscle.

Weak fingers gripped at the front of Kid’s open shirt as you openly wept into him, no longer caring about feeling weak in front of your now Captain. One of his hands awkwardly ran up and down your back, his cheek resting on the top of your head as he frowned at the back of his workshop door.

He was determined to make you see that you were worth so much more than the pain that shit head Trafalgar gave you.

You weren't sure how long you'd been sobbing into Kid's chest, only pulling away when a deep voice cleared their throat over by the door. Looking over with sad, blurry eyes, you took in Killer who stood with his arms crossed, watching the display with an air of near disappointment around him.

“So you'll tell him but not me, eh?”

There was a joking tone to Killers words, pulling a small smile to your lips that caused both men to relax slightly.

“... just don't want to-”

Your words cut off as Kid squeezed you, cutting off your thoughts as he quickly bit out,

“You're not a bother and you're not annoying, God I'd wish you'd shut up sometimes.”

You froze at his words, brows furrowed as you pulled away enough to look up at Kid. His cheeks tinted a light pink as he huffed, looking past Killer as he continued,

“You think I'd let an annoyance join my crew? You think I'd let some weak nobody stick around? You're not either of those things so stop thinking we're gonna do what Trafalgar did to you.”

His flesh hand gripped the bottom of your face, his thumb brushing away the stray tears that spilled out as he finished with a tired,

“I'm not fuckin’ stupid.”

Killer moved closer, one of his hands brushing your hair over your shoulder and behind your ear gently as he agreed,

“You're one of a kind, Y/N. We see that - we see you.”

Killer leaned in as best he could to press his mask to the top of your head as if pressing a kiss to it. He stayed for a moment before pulling back, picking up one of your hands and holding it as Kid's own moved from grasping your face to moving the strands of hair from your eyes.

There was something between them that you weren't sure about until now, and while something in your heart tugged you towards them, it still felt like there was a boulder in your stomach.

It would be the same.

Your eyes shut and you gave a small sigh before asking softly, “... can... can I have some space?”

Both men went rigid, slowly pulling away before looking at each other. It was like a telepathic conversation was happening between them and finally Kid huffed and nearly stomped out of the workshop, causing you to flinch at the heavy thuds from his boots.

There's a soft sigh from Killer before he follows him out, closing the door behind himself. The second it clicked shut, tears welled in your eyes and you quietly sobbed into your palms.

It would be the same.

-

7 whole days of silence from your Captain caused your anxiety to fly through the roof of the Victoria, feeling on edge and like you were walking around shards of broken glass.

“Is he that upset?”

There's a shrug from the masked blonde before he replies,

“I mean, you rejected him-”

You huffed and spat back,

“I didn't reject him, OR you for that matter. All I did was ask for space and he took it fuckin’ personal…”

You pause in chopping your veggies, huffing again before taking a step back to fix your hair, taking out the messy bun and redoing it, making it a little tighter.

“He took it as rejection,” Killer adds with a stir to the bubbling pot. His signature spaghetti sauce boiled away, the warm aroma wrapping around you like a gentle hug and pulling you from your thoughts as you went back to your veg.

“Pans ready, you can start to sautée at any time,” Killer reminds you and you're quick to add your ingredients to the pan. They sizzle and crackle softly as you add a few seasonings, giving the veg an expert flip in the pan with one hand.

“I get that, but it's irritating as fuck that instead of coming to me and going like, ‘hey, what did you mean by that,’ he just immediately thought ‘she doesn't want me’, and that's not-”

Killer's hand meets the top of your head, causing you to look up at him as his unique laughter flutters out of his mask.

“You're aware he's stupid, yeah?”

You blink up at him for a few moments before sighing out a tired, “Yeah…”

Killer gives your head a small pat before going back to his sauce. “You're overthinking things. When has Kid ever given you the feeling that he's an emotional conversationalist?”

Your lips purse into a thin line as you flip the veg again, mulling over Killers words. He had a point.

You wouldn't tell him that, though.

“Kid isn't a talker, he takes action instead. He won't ask you how you feel about him because how you act around him convinces him that you feel the same way.”

Your heart sinks as you think about all the moments you've had with Kid - the midnight talks, the tears over too many drinks, the night you spent curled in his arms after that terrible nightmare… you shook your head, trying to rid your mind of the recent memories.

“... that makes sense.” Your voice is almost too soft as you finally reply, giving the veg another shuffle in the pan. “I never want to hurt him.” You make a point to look up at Killer again as you add, “Or you.”

Killer stops and turns his mask towards you, taking in your honest and genuine words before he gives you a small nod. He's thankful for the mask as his cheeks burn, glad you're unable to see what you do to him.

“I know.” He turns off the stove and moves the pot to a cold burner before reaching over you and turning off the pans burner as well. You flip the now slightly crispy veg one more time before moving it to a different burner as well.

“Do you?” You ask softly, turning to him with almost sad eyes as you continue, “Because I have tried so hard to fit in here and sometimes I feel so stupid, as if I'm trying to be someone I'm not, but I'm still me. I know I'm me, and you know I'm me, but how can you-”

Killer cuts you off by gripping your shoulders in his hands, giving you a slight shake as he silences you with a serious, “Stop rambling. You sound ridiculous.”

Your face scrunches up as your brain suddenly goes into overdrive, the words tumbling out of you without even realizing it.

“-be sure that I am me? I'm not me, I'm not the me I was on the Tang, I'm not the me I was before all that and I'm not the me I thought I was.” Angry and hurt tears burned your eyes as you choked out, “I don't even know who I am anymore.”

Killer pulls you into a tight hug, pressing your face into his chest hard enough that it silences your oncoming sobs. “No one's asking you to have it all figured out.” He murmurs against your hair, his mask slowly filling with the scent of your shampoo. “We just want you to be here, alive and safe. We just want you to be here.”

You cling to him, your fingers curling tightly around the back of his shirt as he adds, “It doesn't matter which version of you exists here, because this version of you is a Kid Pirate, and that's what you get to be for the rest of your life.” He gives you a small squeeze. “At the end of the day, that ultimatum will never change. You are a Kid Pirate. Say it.”

He gives you another squeeze and you muffle the words into his shirt, only for him to pull back enough and catch your chin in one of his hands. “Say it again.” He demands lightly.

“... I'm a Kid Pirate.”

“Again.”

You sniffle softly before huffing again. “I'm a Kid Pirate.” You can almost see the grin behind his mask as Killer demands softer, “Once more.”

You swear he's staring right into your soul as you look back into his mask. With a slow blink, you speak in a clearer tone, “I am a Kid Pirate.”

That unique laugh of his wheezes out as he gives your chin a little shake in jest. “That's my girl,” he murmurs before letting his hand drop back to your hip, his thumb gently roaming small circles over your skin. “Damn right you are.”

Your heart swells and something inside you begins to melt away, as if his touch was taking all the anger, pain and fear, sweeping it away with such a gentle touch.

In a moment of adoration for the man in front of you, you reach your hands up and cradle his masked face in your palms, pulling a quick, sharp inhale from the blonde. You're quick as you lean in, your lips pressing against where you assumed his lips sat under the mask for a good moment. You could feel his warm breath through the holes, fanning over your face like a gentle breeze until you pulled away, giving him a warm smile that felt more like you.

“Thank you Kil.”

Massacre Soldier Killer was stunned into silence for a good moment, simply staring you down with wide and confused eyes as you slowly stepped back. He was quick to grasp you, gently, lovingly, and bring you back into his arms.

“You… you kissed me,” he breathed out, unable to wrap his mind around that small, simple fact.

Your face burned bright red, redder than Kid's hair as you coughed out, “Uh yeeeah… yeah, I did…” You chewed the side of your bottom lip for a moment before asking, “W-was that okay?”

Killer’s arms tighten around you as he leaned his head down to rest his covered forehead against yours, his lips moving faster than light as he promised, “Yes, yes yes, of course it's okay, my precious, beautiful girl…” His laugh wheezes past his lips as he solidifies, “My girl.”

Unbeknownst to either of you, Kid stood cross-armed on the wall beside the door to the kitchen, a deep set frown on his face as he listened to you and his best friend fall in love. Something in his chest aches, like a grip around his heart and lungs as you laugh at something Killer says.

‘... Damn…’

The back of his head thuds gently against the wood before he pulls away from the wall, silently debating with himself for a moment before he finally turns and walks into the kitchen, seeing you plate up the mountain of sautéed veggies to be brought out with the spaghetti and sauce. You throw Killer a bright grin before turning to the door and your smile falters, falling slightly as you take in the ragged looking redhead.

“... Hi.”

Kid seems surprised that you're even speaking to him, glancing over at you before giving an awkward wave with his flesh hand.

“... Yo.”

You both stare each other down for a moment before you ask, “Are you still mad at me?”

Kid huffs and rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his massive chest and goes to bark back when he takes in your sad eyes. He could read you too well, just wanting an apology from him for everything, and unfortunately his ego wouldn't let up.

“I'm not mad at you, never was,” his words seem honest though his tone is snarky, making your brain roll around like a wayward marble. “Don't worry, Killer’s girl, we're good.” He ignores your raised eyebrow and confused expression by looking at Killer and nearly demanding, “Is dinner ready? I'm fuckin’ starving.”

Killer nods with a hum and replies tightly, “Yeah, we're just bringing it out now.”

Kid gives him a nod of his own before turning on his foot and stalking out the door, not even stopping as you call his name. Your heart sinks but before you can wallow in your own misery, Killers laugh fills the space, causing you to turn to him.

“What's so funny?” You ask, clearly not in on the joke.

You can feel the grin behind Killers mask as he chuckles out, “Oh, he's jealous as fuck, that's all.” Your face changes into something a little more amused as you ask, “He's… jealous?”

Killer hums again and leans down to press a faux kiss to the side of your head before gripping the large sauce pot with both hands. “Yep! This has happened a few times before but phew, this is too funny.” He heads towards the door and you follow behind, carrying the large veg plate in your hands.

“How is it funny? Why is he jealous?”

Killer laughs again, looking over his shoulder at you as he replies, “It's funny because he thinks he's slick at hiding it, and he's jealous because he hates to lose, and twenty beris says he thinks you don't have a spot for him in that cute little heart of yours.”

Your brows furrow worriedly as you offer, “But I do!”

Killer laughs again, shaking his head slightly as a tinge of his own jealousy climbs up his throat.

“Well then, I think you should show him that.”

He can't see it, but you give a determined nod, your heart set as you begin to think over ideas as you make it to the mess hall.

-

“Come on, we gotta catch up with the others,” Killer rushes you the next morning, nearly pushing you up the stairs with a chuckle as you splutter and snark back at him. “Y-yeah well who's fuckin’ fault is that, eh?”

There's a rough pinch to your left buttcheek and a shrill screech leaves you, your hands waving away Killer’s touchy fingers and covering your behind the rest of the way up. You ignore the sad “Aw…” from Killer as you open the door to the main deck.

“Finally! Come on, let's get this shit over with. Here's your list, don't get lost.” Barks your Captain from his spot off to the side, expression grumpy at being awake before 9 am.

You take the list from Kid and you throw him the widest grin you could manage, ignoring the way he scowls at you with tinted cheeks. He gets himself comfortable in his Captains chair, one leg thrown lazily over the other with his arms crossed.

“You're not coming?” You ask, kicking the toe of your boot into the side of his own, the soft squeak of leather on leather meeting your ears.

“Pff, hell no. That's what you assholes are for,” he jokes, hissing when you kick him a little harder. “Oi! Don't be a bitch,” he barks at you, ignoring the sly grin on your face.

“Ooh, don't be so mean to me, I'll cum,” you tease back before leaning down to press a chaste kiss to his scarred cheek. You then turn away from the now mouth dropped, gawking redhead, nearly skip over to Killer who is also staring down at you in slight shock. Tossing a wave over your shoulder, you take the list and Killers hand in your other hand before letting the blonde lead you off the ship and into town.

The walk was silent, almost heavy. Luckily, the weather was bright and beautiful, the sun shining on both of you and it warmed you right through.

“... that was interesting,” Killer finally commented, making you bark out a loud laugh, covering your face with both palms as you laughed out, “I'll be honest, I don't know where that came from.”

Killer’s arm wraps tightly around your waist, grunting to himself before he grumbles out a little pathetically, “You wouldn't even stay with me last night but you'll kiss him and cum for him…”

You laugh again, your arm resting around his hip comfortably as you sigh out happily, “Yeah…”

There's a silence between you both again before you both begin laughing, finally making it to town. He gives you a slight squeeze, leaning his head down to press a masked smooch to the top of your head before pulling away with a serious warning of, “Don't go too far. I need to be able to see you, understand?”

You roll your eyes before tearing the list in half, giving him the top half and keeping the easier things for yourself. “Yeah, yeah, I hear you. Don't worry, I don't plan on disappearing,” you joke, throwing him a wink before leaning up and pressing a few soft kisses to his mask. “You don't go too far either.”

Killer hums, pressing his mask against your kisses in response before murmuring down to you, “I won't.”

Turning away from you, you watch Killer stalk off into the opposite direction, trying to keep an eye on his blonde hair right up until he disappears. You know he's still close by, the market truly nothing large, but you still can't help but feel incredibly overwhelmed now. Taking a deep breath, you settled your nerves before finally looking down at your now shortened list, grinning at the easy items you had to grab.

You'd bought the first few items easily, even getting a bargain for the spice blends Killer had asked for, though at the next stall, you found yourself frozen in place as you took in the figure of a certain orange jumper covering a large, white bear.

Your swore your heart stopped, fear gripping you like icy fingers around your entire body as the bear turned. You tried to turn as well, keeping your face towards the wares on the table but a heavy paw quickly spun you, pulling a soft, surprised gasp from you as you took in two beady, watery eyes.

“Y-Y/N?!”

[k1ll3rh0rr0r]

“Forever Yours” — mean!dom!r!euro x innocent!not really!fem!reader

minors DNI, 18+ content under the cut

warnings — straight up filth, size kink, manhandling, use of the word “daddy”, euro speaking norwegian (my norwegian is horrible don’t come at me), this probably isn’t all of them, oh yeah, unprotected p in v.

tag list — @iiheartsai

You didn’t exactly read social ques very well. By that, I mean, you never picked up on flirting— At least until you went to a shitty dive bar with Øystein. You two were polar opposites with your pretty pink ruffles and bows, Euro was literally the embodiment of darkness, to you at least since he only really wore black. Even your personalities differed as you were happy and bubbly, he was cold and calloused— but when you were around, he almost always had his hands on a part of your body, whether it be your waist/hips or just holding your hand.

That’s how it should have been currently. Øystein went to go get another drink, leaving you with your bottle of water at a booth. You swung your feet happily, taking a small sip from the disposable bottle, looking up from your gaze to see someone sitting across from you. “What’s a pretty girl like yourself doing here all alone?”

“I’m not alone.” You narrowed your eyes, feeling reasonably uncomfortable. The man scoffed, “Clearly you are. Why don’t you and I head out of here?”

You gazed over to the bar, catching the eyes of a very stoic Euronymous, who, took his beer and slowly walked over.

“Hey, buddy, go get someone else, she’s coming home with me.”

“That’s my girlfriend, you should probably fuck off within the next five seconds.” Øystein just stared, causing the stranger to slowly leave. Euro sat in the booth next to you, his face having an unreadable expression of pure rage.

“Thanks, Øystein.” You smiled, causing him to pull cash out of his pocket and slap it on the table; “We’re leaving.”

That’s how you got here, in his apartment with his cock stuffed into you to the hilt. You whined, trying to grind against him which just caused you a soft smack. “You’re gonna fuckin’ sit here until I say so, doll.”

You whined, hooking your small thin arms around his neck, head buried into his chest. As much as he loved to tease you, he’s getting more sensitive by the minute. With a rather harsh thrust into your dripping core, he pulls your hips down into him. For every hard, fast thrust, he manages to force you into meeting his throbbing cock.

The sounds of babbling, slapping and Øystein’s grunts filled the room, thrusts getting sloppier by the second. “Ta det, alt sammen, tispe.”

By this point tears were streaming down your face from the force, on your third or fourth orgasm- it was when his hand gripped your hair and forced you to look up at him that a warm, sticky feeling filled your insides. “That’s my good girl, you’re doing so well for Daddy,” he cooed.

Your eyes were glazed over, not really thinking about anything but him. Just how he wanted it, and how it would always be.

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i am so sorry this is so short, i made my first fic finally :> this is for everyone who voted on last night’s poll btw.

[jnkgrnde]

— christmas with shuriri!

parings : shuriri x black!fem!reader

warnings : some suggestive stuff but nothing too bad

summary : spending christmas with shuriri 🫶🏾🫶🏾

authors note : y’all ignore how i’m posting this like a minute after christmas ended 💀 merry christmas to those who celebrate!

usana: baby, sthwanda: my love

laughter filled the air from the three of you, the smell of cookies filling the kitchen. you were covered in flour, frosting and almost everything else you used to make the cookies. “riri!” you squealed when said girl lifted you up and kissed you all over. “mmm, you taste good.” she kissed a frosting covered cheek before handing you over to shuri who was sat on one of the barstools. shuri wrapped her arms around your waist, kissing your other cheek and giggling.

“she’s right. you do taste good, usana.” her voice rasped, her mother tongue thick. you shifted in her lap a bit when she spoke it. you gave her a quick peck before looking at riri mix the ingredients in the bowl. “need help, my love?” you giggled, hopping down from shuri but not before feeling a stinging on your ass.

“wha-“ you snapped your head to look at the wakandan. “oops. hand slipped.” she cheekily smiled. “don’t start fuckin’ without me, now.” “get your girlfriend, then.” you chuckled before taking the spatula from riri and started folding the dough.

the two watched you move swiftly in the kitchen with curious eyes. “y’know i can feel you staring, right?” you told them, fingers moving diligently to apply the sweet frosting. “you just move pretty, sthwanda.” shuri told you while watching your hands press against the plastic. “i move pretty?” you laughed, looking up at them.

“mhm. especially when you-“ “alright!” you clapped your hands together to stop riri from saying anything. ���one of you go put on the polar express and the other makes popcorn and hot chocolate. i’m gonna put the cookies in the oven.” the girls also loved when you talked like that — they knew if they started talking like riri did you’d get flustered and give them something to do so you could calm down.

“yes, ma’am!” they laughed before moving. shuri walked to the living room to get the polar express set up on the tv while shuri reached in the cabinets to grab three mugs and the salted caramel hot chocolate along with the milk. you slid the pan of cookies in the oven, squeaking when you felt another slap from riri. “riri!” “yes, baby?” you closed the oven and set a timer, turning around before almost being pressed against the counter, lips passionately pressing against yours.

you let go and held her cheek when she tried going for more. “let’s not keep the queen waiting, hm?” you took her hand and went to go sit beside shuri on the couch, now in between the two. you laid your head on shuri’s lap, legs propping up on riri’s legs. shuri’s slender fingers found home in your hair, scratching your head and smoothing her thumb over your hair.

the movie ended and now the table had empty mugs and the plate that had the cookies was empty. soft snores escaped your mouth and you were now curled up in between the two. they kissed the crown of your head before carrying you up to your shared room.

yeah, they loved spending christmas with you.

[ssplague]

Chapter 19

Masterlist

⛔️Trigger warnings: Sex, manipulation, toxic relationships, yandere, romanticized abuse, verbal abuse, violence, Sexual assault (ATTEMPT), physical violence, degradation, Narcissistic family, mental illness/instability, delusional thinking, drug use leading to inevitable abuse, hallucinations, gas lighting, fractured psyche, co-dependency, enabling                

✨Here it is, the finale! I can’t thank you guys enough for rocking with me this long! I hope this meets your standards and you all enjoy it as much as every other chapter. Of course if you have been paying attention, then you know this is only concluding the first half of this much too long and seriously fucked up the story, this series is far from over. Anyway; I love you guys, please let me know what you think❤️‍🔥 Enjoy! 🎊

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It was slightly depressing to be back at school after being out of the country and experiencing a marriage proposal. Of course it didn’t even take five minutes after you and Katsuki greeted your group of friends for Mina’s perceptive gaze to fall on your glittering finger.

She snatched your hand up so quickly you didn’t even see her move, “What is this?!”. Her shriek instantly gaining the attention of the rest of your classmates.

Kirishima let’s out a low whistle, Kaminari leans in for a closer look at your hand in Mina’s death grip “That must of cost a fortune”.

“I wanna see!”

“Oh my god! Are you-“

“Woah look at that!”

Everyone crowding around you was getting to be too much, all of their eyes on you made your skin heat up and caused your chest to tighten. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, anxiety getting the better of you. 

“Oi get the fuck back!”

The sudden shout, paired with the menacing crackling that followed it, had succeeded in forcing the group to give you some space. You breathe a sigh of relief and try not to make it blatantly obvious you are attempting to use Katsuki as a shield for the numerous curious as well as shocked stares aimed at the two of you. Midoryia is the only one brave enough to take a step closer , and the green haired male stutters as he does so, “K-Ka-Kaachan? What…?”.

Letting out an annoyed “Tch” at his stumped and somewhat bashful rival’s stammering. You feel a warm hand on the small of your back, pushing you slightly and begrudgingly you come out from behind your aggressive lover to stand at his side.

“M’only Gonna say this once so open your Fuckin ears!” Katsuki sneers at the others still gathered around you two. His narrowed crimson eyes shift from them to you, his expression instantly softened and you know he was analyzing your outward appearance to get a good idea on how you were feeling internally. You made a sound only he could pick up on before straightening your spine and winding your arms around one of his muscular biceps.

Imitating the small smile he couldn’t fully display right now, as it was only for you to see. The aggression and haughty façade was back as soon as he glares at your classmates once more.

“We’re gettin’ married and that’s all you need to know, anyone bothers her with shitty opinions or pesters to see her ring, I’ll blow you straight to hell…now piss off”.

Thankfully, everyone seemed to take Katsuki for his word and they didn’t bother you any more than normal. Plus with graduation coming up, your eventual nuptials paled in comparison. It was one week before the final week of your schooling came to an end forever, that you found yourself on the beach one evening. A large bonfire burned and music blared through the large Bluetooth boom box someone had brought along. The wind blew your hair into your face for the umpteenth time as you allowed Mina to pull you onto your feet to dance with her. It wasn’t just your class gathered here, all three of the famous hero schools had gathered to celebrate together.

Everywhere you looked people were drinking, dancing, or socializing. A sudden bout of rambunctious cheers grabbed everyone’s attention as the game of beach volleyball between the boys came to an end. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched Kirishima pick up your lover (who had apparently been the reason they won the game) and lift him into the air.

Shaking your head at their antics you turn to Mina, “I’m going to use the restroom”. “Want me to come with?” She offers but you shake your head “No, I need you to be here to tell Katsuki where I went because as soon as he doesn’t see me, you know he’s going to come ask”. The both of you share a laugh before the pinkette agrees and you start towards the small section of trees that the cement building housing the restrooms resides behind. You quickly do your business and as you wash up, the cheap old light bulbs over head begin to flicker.

Once they start they don’t seem to stop, just as you hurriedly reach for the door handle the door itself opens up. You jump back in suprise to see two unfamiliar young men looking down at you.

“Excuse me” you offer, trying to get them to let you side step and exit the lavatory but they ignore it.

Both of them enter the room causing you to take a cautious step back, as one moves towards you and the other leans back against the heavy door after shutting it behind them. “Ummm…?” You start but pause, not knowing how exactly to Adress this situation. 

“No need to be nervous sweetheart, we just want to talk that’s all…” the one approaching you states, showing his hands as if the gesture would reassure you, it didn’t. “I can’t imagine you have much to say to someone you have never met…I’m taken, so if you’re looking for a date then-“.

They both chuckled at your statement, giving each other a look before focusing on you once more.

“We’ve been out here watching you lot have fun this whole time and I must admit, my buddy and I are feeling a little left out…So many beautiful ladies out here drinking and dancing…but you’re the only one that’s stupid enough to go off by yourself”. For every step the stranger takes forward, you take one back, until your back hits the tiled wall. Now he’s caging you in against it, a wide smile displaying his teeth as one of his hands comes up and pats your cheek.

“Do yourself a favor and don’t make me hurt cha baby…Keep your mouth shut, be compliant and I’ll make this good for you too, understand?”. You turn your head to the side as he tries to kiss you, catching a glimpse of yourself in the grimey bathroom mirror only fills you with more terror.

There in the scuffed and grubby glass is the exact same broken girl you remembered that night in the infirmary. She’s touching her swollen lips with one hand and wincing as her fingers caress bruises that litter her neck and chest. The sudden and undeniable deja vu that washes over you is an obvious sign that this has happened to you before and it’s about to happen again…Large palms sticky with sweat grope at your skin as they slip beneath your clothing, the humid air making your assailant’s hot breath leave condensation on your skin.

The you in the mirror finally takes notice of the you that’s outside of it,  her swollen lips twitching in lieu of a frown, eyes narrowed as they continue observing you.

This is your fault.

You did this to us.

How could you possibly love that monster?

Your own voice was scathing as it echoed around inside your head.

“I…didn’t…I don’t understand!” You shout, slamming your eye lids shut, effectively startling the bastard assaulting you. 

“What are you-“

It’s your fault.

You can’t play ignorant forever.

Remember….remember…REMEMBER!

“Shut up! Just shut up!”

You feel your flailing fist strike something and then a hand clamps down around your throat. It’s grip tightening enough to keep you from drawing in a breath. 

Look what you let him do to me…

You don’t think it can happen again? You-

The other you finally goes silent and you chance a look at the mirror; The menacing aura had vanished, now the other you was shrinking back almost fearfully.

He’s coming.

The lack of oxygen had begun getting to you, your shoulders started to sag as you fight to remain concious. 

“The fuck was that all about? She must be some sort of head case” the guy leaning against the door says as your eyes close.

“All the best looking ones are man” his friend replies, smirking over his shoulder as he lowers your unconscious form to the ground.

The smile he’d intended on giving in return, turned into a frown “Shit, she got you pretty good bro, you’re bleeding”. Your assailant finally takes note of the stinging slice beneath his eye, and then the glittering ring on your finger,

“It’s only cause of this rock on her Fuckin hand”. The whistle from his friend behind him only makes more fury burn hot in his chest, “I think this one is worth more than a quick fuck here on this dirty floor, I’m taking her back with me…Gonna make her properly apologize for this”.

“We can at least get a sneak peak first right?” 

“Of course”

Your shirt starts to rise up your sternum and as soon as it’s up over your chest both men drooling over your breasts, eager to see the rest of you. They don’t get to, because a split second later the door gets kicked open so hard it sent the bastard leaning against it flying across the room.

“Who the fuck-“

The man touching you didn’t get to finish that sentence as one sparking hand yanked him up on his knees, before a crackling fist smashes into his face. This process repeats over and over again, the other man is quaking in terror across the room as he  watched his best friend’s face become unrecognizable at the hands of the enraged ash blonde demon. Surely that’s what this creature is, a demon; There is no way a normal human was capable of inflicting this type of unrestrained violence upon his fellow man, especially being unprovoked.

Once bones began cracking, the terrified man turned towards the nearest toilet and vomited. Spluttering and sobbing once he heard footsteps approaching him, the sparking hand was reaching out to snatch him up, when suddenly it stopped.

Soft whimpers could be heard from the opposite side of the bathroom, his friend had been rendered silent long ago so it certainly wasn’t him…

The blonde devil’s head snaps sideways instantly, taking in the shivering female on the floor before turning back to look down his nose at the man cowering under his crimson glare. His voice was more raspy than usual from over exertion; “Get the fuck up, take your buddy and drive somewhere far away from here, because if I see you again I promise you’ll look worse than him”.

Once the two goons were gone, Katsuki made it a point to viciously scrub his hands clean of any blood that remained beneath his nails.

Using a couple paper towels to grip the handle he pushed the door open, leaving everything as is and carrying you out with him.  Carefully placing you in the passenger seat of his brand new sports car and buckling you in, ensuring your seat was leaned back before texting the group chat from your phone;

I started to feel a bit nauseous, Suki and I are gonna head home.

Have fun, but not too much fun ~🫶🏼

Perfectly believable.

The smooth purr of the engine isn’t nearly loud enough to drowned out the horrible self-deprecation continuously on loop inside the confines of his skull. His hand that wasn’t required to steer found it’s way to your thigh, giving a gentle squeeze before coming to rest atop your knee. Katsuki had never lost complete control of himself like that before…and the release of such pent up rage that accompanied it was borderline orgasmic. Walking through the foliage and seeing one of the two restroom doors closed he instantly knew something bad was happening behind it. Busting inside and spotting some unknown man leaning over your unconscious body, touching you was too much for him to bare. Your body is solely for Katsuki’s eyes, your soft skin was only for him to feel, and there was some cretin sullying the perfection that belongs to him…That bastard deserved what he got, and he would never be able to live a life without some sort of physical complications thanks to the beating Katsuki had given him..

Well, if the piece of shit lives that is…The smile that thought brought to his face in the form of a twitch of his lips was quick to vanish.

First, you almost let her die at the hands of some bottom ranked villain and now you almost allowed her to be sexually assaulted by some trashy frat boys! What kind of pathetic excuse for a man are you?

A voice that sounds suspiciously like that of his mother, begins to chastise him inside his head.

Katsuki grits his teeth in frustration, he was far too old to be doubting his abilities, wether it be as a hero or lover. He already knew it wasn’t possible for him to watch over you 24/7, so you were just going to have to be kept on a shorter leash from now on. You had demonstrated too many times that you weren’t capable of protecting yourself or making your own decisions correctly, so it was his job as your soon to be husband, to look after you. Rather than head back towards the dorms, Katsuki steers the car off the highway off-ramp that leads towards the heart of the city. The two of you need to be alone after such a trauma inducing incident, and what better place for that to be than your new apartment.

The morning his parents announced that they would accompany the two of you check out apartments put a damper on Katsuki’s mood. “You’re that eager to get rid of us already?” You’d asked once the four of you had all gotten in the car. His mother immediately hit the break a little harder than necessary at the stop sign, turning towards the back seat to address you before taking off again, “Of course not! That’s not-“.

“I was just kidding, it was a joke” you are quick to reply with a nervous laugh. Katsuki snorted at that, unable to resist taking a jab at Mitsuki, “How did you not pick up on that?”.

“Shut up Katsuki!”

It wasn’t until the end of the day that you guys found somewhere that both blonde’s deemed suitable. You and Masaru stood off to the side while the poor owner of the building was being grilled by the equally surly and demanding duo. 

“So we agree, this is the one?” Mitsuki asks, looking from Katsuki to you, “Yep” he replied verbally while you simply smile and nod.

That’s when it was revealed that the two adults would take care of your down payment and first 6 months rent, “It’s an engagement present”. You instantly started to tear up, non stop thanks pouring from your mouth from that point until bed time that night. The place was furnished, in a safe area of the city, top notch security and surveillance, and the list goes on of all the reasons the place was perfect. 

                           🏬

The cross arm blocking the underground parking garage lifts and once parked perfectly in one of the three spaces allotted to their apartment he cuts the engine. You had started to stir as he was parking, but still you wake with an immediate start.

“Hey it’s okay, you’re safe princess”

You visibly relax as you turn towards Katsuki, but instantly dissolve into tears. Strong arms hold you in a protective embrace as sobs rack your body, you try to speak but your words are slurred and muffled.

“I made it in time, they didn’t even get to touch you” Katsuki reassures you as many times as he has to. By the time he’s lifting you into his arms and carrying you into the elevator his shirt is soaked with your tears. It’s a quick ride to the top floor, you take the keys and unlock the door and he dutifully carry’s you over the threshold, kicking the door shut. The California king sized mattress feels like heaven as your back touches down on it, but you are still trapped inside your mind, burning from the inside out in your internal hell.

“It’s happened to me before”

Your words cause him to freeze, a bead of sweat drips from his temple, splashing down silently onto the floor.

“Katsuki stop, please just leave, I won’t even tell anyone about this okay? I don’t want you to get in trouble-“

“You still care about me, I knew you never stopped…”

Why were you shaking your head no? It couldn’t be more obvious that you were still in love with him, just as he was with you.

“Why are you denying it?!”

 He’s raising his voice again and it seems to make him even angrier to watch you back away.

You keep putting distance between us.

“I dont remeber it though…probably for a good reason…Does that make me damaged goods?” You ask this with a fresh wave of tears spilling from your eyes. “No! Of course not” Katsuki has gotten better at comforting, so long as it’s you and not anyone else. He’s quick to join you on the bed as you reach out to him, happily accepting you into his too tight embrace.

“I feel like it sometimes though…and that’s why I was never good enough for my parents, my mom always used to tell me I-“ you’re surprised when Katsuki’s angry voice interrupts you.

“Fuck them! You’re perfect! Absolutely incredible, the most amazing person I’ve ever met! Hell, my mom adores you and she hates everyone” the watery eyed smile you give him upon hearing the last of his rant makes him return it with one of his own, “We have each other and that’s all that matters to me, I just need you, who cares about anyone else…”.

You know he means it.

“Why me? I don’t understand…You could have anyone in the world but you settle for me” you mumble as he pulls you down with him against the pillows. You feel large calloused fingers grip your jaw, forcing you to look at him. Katsuki looks offended and mildly angry, you gulp as his eyes narrow, “Settled for you? The fucks that supposed to mean hah? I’m the best there is, I don’t need to settle for shit!” He snarls, fingers gripping your face harshly now.

“Suki-“

“If I’m the best there is than what does that make you? I chose you because you were the only one worthy of my time, that proved you are worth loving, and even though you gave me a hard fucking time I chased after you and got you in the end, because I win at life and you are my prize for that win…understand me?” His rough voice is as smooth as velvet, a serious shift from what it had been only minutes earlier.

“Yes, I understand” you reply shakily, through trembling lips.

You didn’t, not at all.

“Good girl, now don’t ever ask me such a stupid fucking question again”.

Despite the traumatic experience that only happened hours ago, it wasn’t that which kept you awake as you lay beside Katsuki. As wonderful as it felt to be so loved by him, at the same time it felt…dangerous. Sure he was possessive, and the night he proposed to you as the two of you were tangled together in bed he had no problem admitting his obsession with you. The look in his eyes was only terror inducing for a few seconds, and then your vision whited out as he expertly made you fall apart on his cock.

You began to feel guilty;

Here I am sharing this big bed in this beautiful apartment being held by someone that loves me so much and I’m thinking badly of him…

Your mother always said you were far too self-destructive, hell bent on condemning yourself to suffer for some unknown reason.

“Katsuki”

Your voice is quiet incase he was asleep.

“Hm?” 

Hearing his gruff reply is enough encouragement for you to roll your body over and atop of his.

“I need you”

A simple, but loaded statement.

His eyes snap open, “Whatsamatter?” he rasps, making you smile, he must of just barely fallen asleep and you woke him right back up.

“I just was thinking about how lucky I am to have you…and how much I love you” you explained, placing a chaste kiss on his lips and running your hands over his muscular pecs  “I’m sorry I woke you up, I’ll let you go back to-“.

“Oh no I’m wide awake now princess” Katsuki growls, grabbing two handfuls of your ass and rocking your pelvis against the growing buldge in his boxers.

“You’re such a good girl, always so grateful for everything…Even your sweet little pussy is weeping with gratitude, hah baby?”.

The vulgarity and implication of the statement have you uttering the smallest moan, as your now discarded clothes get tossed off the bed. Sex after an almost assault is undoubtedly not the best idea but…You sure don’t want to talk about it, and Katsuki isn’t one for words either. You both are damaged individuals; It’s a lot easier to just have sex than it is to engage in a heart felt conversation, that may or may not end in tears, or a few broken down walls…

This feels so much better though.

“No more thinking princess, gonna get rid of all those bad thoughts that don’t belong inside such a pretty little head”

You give him a shy smile and nod, already knowing that Katsuki will take care of you, he always does.

“Don’t wanna think…just want you Suki…need you” your voice is breathy and the last two words come out in more of a whine as the blunt head of his cock glides up your slit. “You have me…my needy little cry baby, and I have you, I’m certainly not giving you up, so we’re stuck together…forever” a calloused thumb brushes over the knuckles of your left hand, and the glint of the ring adorning your finger has you both glancing at it.

Forever is such a serious word, hearing him say it so easily is daunting in itself. How is he able to be so entirely sure of the future? What if things don’t end up working out? What if-

“Thought I told you to stop thinking baby? Gonna make me punish you the very first night we spend in our new place?”

“No! Course not…m’sorry my love it won’t happen again…I promise”

You extend a pinky finger to him as if the gesture was worth more than play ground proof of commitment.

“Geez y/n, You are such a little kid sometimes” the sides of his mouth twitching upward and ruining the scowl he wears after saying this, “S’okay though cause you have me to look after ya, and you’re just too damn cute to resist, someone else might try to prey on the innocent little princess”.

You huff at his condescending words, even though he speaks with such a doting timbre to his gruff voice. If it were physically possible to have hearts in one’s eyes; Katsuki most certainly would as he teases your pouty lips with a finger. His crimson eyes have darkened in the low light of the bedroom, black pupils expanding from the intense rush of lust and adoration his obsession fuels him with every time you lay bare beneath him.

It has to be sometime past the wee hours of the morning by now, but you were too far gone, nothing mattered anymore.

Well with exception for the one looking down at you, as he swivels his hips before pressing the head of his cock against your cervix. “You look so fucking beautiful like this,  who’s my good girl, hah?” Katsuki asks as he ceases moving, enjoying the sensation of you cockwarming him. You feel a soft tap on your cheek and immediately lean into the warm touch “m’yer good girl”.

You peek up at him through fluttering lashes, then press a kiss to the palm he’s cupping your cheek with, “M’gonna be yer good wife too”. Oh yeah, you didn’t know your ass from your elbow right now, Katsuki had successfully emptied your mind of anything other than himself and his dick.

“Damn straight”

You whine loudly as he presses a thumb against your clit, slowly resuming the gyrations of his hips.

A loud groan of his own joins your’s in the darkness of the bedroom, “Clenchin’ down on me real hard angel, gonna cum on my cock again? How many times has it been now?”.

“Please lemme hold you this time Suki” you whine, making grabby hands towards him. Bakugou gives in, letting your leg fall off his shoulder and back on the bed. Using his forearms to hold his body above your’s isn’t good enough, you pout so adorably before wrapping your legs around his waist and forcing him down on top of you. You let out a content sigh at the comfort having his weight on you seems to bring. Ensuring to thwart any chance of escape, tighten your grip on him in every way you can, the breathy “Fuck” he lets out has your cunt pulsing around him.

His hips stutter briefly as he transitions into moving them in an over exaggerated arch before sinking back into you. Easily finding a rythm that suits both of you at the purposefully slower pace, he’s hitting all the right spots, making your eyes roll back, and toes  curl tightly against the silk sheets. 

With you obviously so fucked out, Katsuki felt comfortable enough to get some things off his chest.

You definitely won’t remember any of it tomorrow.

“You know you can’t be without me anymore, right baby? Seems like you’re accepting that fact now…l’ll do better at keeping you safe I swear it”

You’re a piece of shit son and a sorry excuse for a husband to-be Katsuki! You don’t deserve her, you’re so weak you couldn’t protect her even if you tried!

Determined not to let his own insecurities ruin this moment he kisses you again, giving himself time to silence the toxic thoughts before focusing on you once more.

“You’re the only person that matters to me y/n, We’re going to have the best life together; I’m going to spoil you, treat you like you deserve, can’t wait to come home to my cute little house wife every night, waiting for me at the door in a skimpy outfit and letting me bend you over the kitchen counter” he groans at the mental image, balls tightening as he ruts into you harder.

“Gods you’re Fuckin’ perfect, I can’t wait until I see you waddle around our place pregnant with my kids, you want that too don’t you? Want me to breed this perfect little princess cunt, blow load after load into you until it sticks…I know you’ll like that, you always have, since our very first time together”

“Shit! I um..I don’t have a…I don’t have protection, I bet shitty hair or dunce face has some! I’ll uh, go back downstairs and-“

“Do we really have to use one?” You sound so disappointed, but when your eyes meet his a hopeful spark dances through  your e/c irises, “I mean, you know I’m on birth control, you insisted on escorting me to my last appointment”.

Of course he remembered watching you get a needle jammed above your ass cheek! 

“So you know I’m not trying to trap you or anything like that…. I just..You’re really important to me Katsuki, and I for once in my life just want to feel everything, I don’t want anything to get in the way of what we’re about to do…so no barriers, physical or emotional, can you let me have that?”

“You can have whatever the fuck you want as long as you’re getting it from me”

The memories from that night would always be so vivid In Katsuki’s mind, did you remember it like he does? Every sound, smell, and insignificant detail is ingrained on the inside of his brain, never to be forgotten.

“-Can’t take anymore, s’too much”

He’d gotten so caught up in that memory, the young man had only caught the last of what you’d said.

“Whatsamatter princess? What is my crybaby whining about this time? “.

“I don’t want to cum again s’too much Suki, please just fill me up already, wanna feel it inside-“

“Oho you should no better, I can’t get off unless you do first princess, now be a good little slut and cream on this cock again”.

You know better than to make him have to ask you twice.

                         🎊🏅

“I can’t believe we finally graduated! We’re all full fledged heroes now, isn’t it awesome?!”

Kirishima exclaims, the rest of the bakusquad agreeing with him.

Katsuki’s across the arena talking with All might and Aizawa while Masaru prepares his camera and Mitsuki wears her biggest proud mother grin. In an uncharacteristic gesture, you motion for your little friend group to move closer and initiate a group hug. 

“I just want to let you guys know that I’m going to miss seeing each of you every day…Katsuki may not admit it, but I don’t have a problem with saying…I think of all of you guys as family, not just friends” you glance up to see the suprised faces of Mina, Jiro, Denki, and Serro. Kirishima gives you an extra tight squeeze; “I couldnt agree more y/n!”.

“Stop talking like we aren’t going to see each other ever again silly girl”

“Aw y/n I wasn’t expecting that from you, I don’t want my make up to run now dammit”

“I thought we were invited to come see your guys new place on Saturday? Don’t tell me Kaachan changed his mind! Jiro and I already got a housewarming gift for you guys”

“You idiot! You weren’t supposed to tell her-“

“I think you guys have all forgotten something kind of important..” the red head says with a nervous laugh. The other’s stare for at him with utter confusion on their faces, only to all realize and exclaim “THE WEDDING!” at the same time.

You’re quick to cover your face in embarrassment, because despite the fact that a graduation ceremony has just commenced and so many people are gathered around, your friends just have to draw every eye toward your circle.

“When is it anyway?  Have you guys even set a date yet?”

“Where is it going to be? Oooh will it be one of those destination weddings on some remote island?”

“What flavor is the cake?”

“Have you decided who’s going to be in your bridal party?”

You’re getting hounded with questions you don’t have the answers to just yet, and of course Katsuki was taking his sweet time getting over to you. So you take a deep breath and answer them; “Honestly, I’ve been wanting to try and postpone it for at least a year…I don’t want to have to plan a wedding on top of all the other important decisions that come along with being an adult…”. 

“I haven’t mentioned this to Suki just yet though…” you add sheepishly, glancing over your shoulder to make sure he wasn’t sneaking up on you.

“I’m sure he’ll understand” Kirishima attempts to reassure you by placing a hand on your shoulder.

Only for Kaminari and Serro to interject and ruin it;

“Or he’s going to flip out and think your trying to leave him”

“Or he might blow a hole in the roof of your new place thinking you found someone else”.

A strange feeling has plagued you since the start of the ceremony, as if you’re being watched. A lot of people are here, it could just be the feeling of eyes on you as they scan the crowd in search of their loved ones. So once again you ignore it, smiling at the two boys getting reprimanded by Jiro, Mina, and Kirishima. Then you hear your name called, the familiar voice is quiet from hesitation and sudden apprehension of whom it belongs.

You quickly spin to see your brother standing a few feet away, and your wide smile has his nervousness evaporating instantly.

“I’ll be back” you call to your arguing friends, quickly hurrying over to your younger sibling.

“B/N! I can’t believe you’re here, I wouldn’t have ever expected to see you!” You exclaim happily.

Despite the shitty excuse for parents you had, the two of you still have a close relationship as siblings. “Y/n! It’s been way too long since I’ve seen you big sis…I was able to get one of my friend’s sisters to give me their extra ticket to the ceremony, I just wanted to be able to see you and talk to you” he replies, letting you give him a tight hug. “Let’s get away from all this madness and talk a bit, yeah?” The two of you exit the atrium of the auditorium and head outside.

Frustrated that his parents had weaseled their way into his conversation with All might and Aizawa, Katsuki’s began scanning the crowd in attempts to locate you. His eyes narrow as they land on the group of idiots you’d been with before but you where nowhere to be seen. A flash of panic immediatly turns into anger as he gives the sea of people occupying the atrium another scan. A familiar head of hair catches his eye and he zeroed in on your figure; A guy is holding the door open for you and follows after you as the two of you exit the building.

Who the fuck is that?

Why the fuck did you just take off with some random guy?

Better yet, why were you anywhere other than by his side?

Without a fourth thought, the angry blonde is on his way towards the same door you just left out of.

A harsh grip on the back of his shirt stops and hauls him backwards, “Katsuki, stand in between your professors so we can get a picture” orders his mother.

Rather than make a scene shouting at the woman, he obeys her order.

Getting in place between the older men, he manages a partial smile as his father snaps a few photos.

“-I tried to get them to postpone the trip until you were able to come along, said you had things that you needed to do as prep for your final year, but apparently they lied to me…” B/N says sadly, shuffling his feet.

“I never blamed you, I’ve never had any bad feelings towards you, I’ve been good! you don’t need to worry about me…I well, I’m not sure where to start but um…I’m going to be getting married soon, and my fiancé’s parents were the ones that had taken me in while you guys were away, they’re wonderful people! All three of them have done so much for me” you explained, happy to be sharing this information with your brother.

“W-What?! You’re getting married?! To who? When?! I didn’t even know you were seeing anyone! Last I heard you had that one boy that was stalking and harassing you, speaking of which…Has he left you alone? Hopefully this new guy beat some sense into that creep” he chuckles at the thought and you momentarily freeze up.

“Please just leave me alone, we’re over, I can’t handle you acting like this”

“Y/N!”

The shout snaps you out of the hazy memory that had seemingly resurfaced. 

“I take it you know this guy that’s walking over here? He’s uh..well he’s looking at me like he wants me dead..” your brother mumbles taking a cautious step backwards.

Before you can explain, a very pissed off Katsuki is beside you.

Thinking it best to be the first to speak, you quickly wrap your arms around the angry blonde, kissing his cheek before introducing him “Y/bn this is Katsuki Bakugou my fiancé, and Katsuki this is y/bn my younger brother…He came all this way just to see me on such a special day” you can feel your lover’s anger slightly dissipate as you complete the introduction.

The two men shake hands, each of them nodding at one another.

“Y/n just told me that it was you and your parents that took her in last summer, thank you for looking after my sister, she’s suffered so much at the hands of our parents, I’m happy that she’s found someone to cherish her like she should have been all this time…Thank you for saving her, my words alone can’t possibly convey my appreciation for the generosity of you and your family” y/bn bows to Bakugou and it definitely catches him off guard.

“You uh…you don’t need to do all that…” Katsuki stutters, a blush tinting his cheeks and he clears his throat before continuing “Y/n is my girl, I’d have brought her home with me sooner if I knew how shitty your parents were being to her…you don’t need to worry I’d never let anything happen to her”.

Now with Katsuki present, the joyous sibling reunion seemed to have come to an end. “Let me give you my new number so you can get ahold of me” you suggest, holding your hand out towards your brother. 

“Yeah, that way you don’t have an excuse to not invite me to your wedding! Ah congratulations by the way” he laughs awkwardly as he hands over his phone. Your busy updating your contact information, so you don’t see the flash of anger that crosses Katsuki’s face but your brother certainly does.

Why would he be upset about her giving me her phone number?

Y/bn doesn’t have time to contemplate this as you quickly hand the device back to him.

Before either of you can say anything else, Mitsuki’s loud voice calls out to you;

“Katsuki! Y/n! Come on we’re going to be late for our dinner reservation, the rest of the family is already there!”.

You give your brother an apologetic look and he’s quick to wave you off, “Don’t worry about it, we’ll catch up some other time…Go have fun, this is a big accomplishment for you”.

Katsuki gives him a nod, which your brother returns and before your lover can drag you away, you immediately give your brother another big hug. The two of you sway side to side and share a laugh as you would have when you were children. When you pull away your eyes are shining with tears.

“Sis…Please don’t cry” your brother mumbles sadly. “M’not Gonna cry, It’s just really good to see you again..missed you a lot” you say between sniffles.

“We can meet up as soon as you have some free time, alright? We’ll do something fun! Like old times”

He gives you the boyish smile he always used to before going in for another hug.

Katsuki fought really hard with himself to keep the expression on his face calm because inside he was LIVID. This asshole just shows up after being absent from your life this entire time, and you fall all over yourself. He may be your brother but Katsuki is your devoted lover who’s been here for you the entire time your family hasn’t. No, you weren’t going to be seeing him to “catch up”, you don’t need a link to your parents around. You’ll just end up going back to them, and that can’t happen. When you finally turn to walk away from your brother, Katsuki grips your hand tighter than usual as he practically drags you over to where his parents stood waiting. “Was that your brother y/n?” Masaru asks, you’d told him plenty about your younger sibling during the evenings spent talking out on the back patio with him. You happily nod before explaining how the younger boy had come to see you. 

Katsuki keeps the chip on his shoulder for the rest of the night out with his family. It wasn’t until the two of you enter your apartment together that he finally loses the grimace on his face.

“So….Is this the official start of our new life together?” you giggle, the excitement of today has yet to dwindle down just yet, and your giddy mood has you throwing your arms around your lover’s neck.

“Nah that happened when I made you mine, Jump” Katsuki grumbles as you hop up and wrap your legs around him. Without missing a beat he begins carrying you through the apartment.

“Well why don’t we re-create that time then?” You suggested once reaching your bedroom.

“Nah” Katsuki says before tossing you onto the plush mattress.

“But why-“

You don’t finish your question, because suddenly he’s looming over you, looking oh so menacing but incredibly sexy.

“Why complicate things? We’ll bring today’s celebration to an end by me Fucking you so good all you’ll be able to say is my name”.

The feeling of his hands slipping beneath your dress and indiscriminately squeezing your flesh makes you whimper.

He’s taking his time to get you flustered, massaging the inside of your thighs, dragging his calloused fingers across your hips.

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my days with you…just the two of us from now on…love you so Fuckin’ much princess, M’gonna be so good to you baby, worship you like the goddess you are” Katsuki knows he’s rambling, but it was just so hard not to with how irresistible you looked beneath him. 

The level of devotion Katsuki has for you will always be nothing short of confounding. How could someone as incredible as him be so in love with one as damaged as you?

“I want to cherish you for the rest of my life, like a most prized possession”

For the first time in your life,

You’d truly been able to fool yourself

into believing that Happiness

Was not only attainable

But also finally within your grasp

Fin

[daincrediblegg]

YO!!! I was tagged by @officious-sea-lawyer to do this and so here I deliver:

❄️ Favorite Christmas movies

Well I actually have a NEW favorite christmas movie this year and it’s the 1970 Scrooge starring Albert Finney. True to my nature I really love a pathetic old man and he might be the most sopping wet and weird little scrooge I’ve ever seen but also in the flashbacks… holy shit he’s handsome (reminds me of francis a little. Just saying) … anyway go watch Scrooge all the songs were written by the same lady who did charlie and the chocolate factory. AS FOR OTHER FILMS GOD THERE’S PLENTY but to rattle off a few: Muppet Christmas Carol (THE FULL VERSION), Polar Express, any of the Rankin Bass christmas films, The Holiday, White Christmas, classic Grinch AND LA Grinch, 1939 christmas carol also. And of course, It’s A Wonderful Life.

☃️ Christmas traditions?

On christmas eve we all open a small present and then I make hot chocolate and watch the polar express when everyone’s gone to bed.

🎄 Favorite Christmas aesthetic? (Traditional, black and white, etc.)

Victorian!!!! Jesus christ but I love victorian christmas aesthetics (especially this year. Good GOD. I’m deeply into victorian christmas aesthetics this year)

🎁 Christmas food/drinks you love

HOT CHOCOLATE!!! But also I always buy a tin of danish butter cookies. I love those little bastards with the dried black currants in them especially. So fucking good. Also I won’t say no to a good gingerbread (or more importantly my fave cookie flavor of all time: ginger molases)

❄️ Best Christmas song

Not gonna lie. I fucking love Hark the Herald Angels Sing. It’s very nostalgic for me singing it with not just my youth choir but the WHOLE congregation at the end of Christmas Eve service and ringing bells… yeah man. Yeah. For more modern stuff I do fucking love any of Bing Crosby’s songs (but ESPECIALLY white christmas), and Andy William’s It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year.

🎄 One thing you got for someone (I won't tell :3)

I actually made hats for my whole family!!! Though actually I didn’t make a hat for my dad bc he doesn’t wear hats bc he’s a strange little man but I made him a little headband earmuff thing instead that I think he’ll really like 🥰

☃️ One thing you really, really want for Christmas

A fucking camera 🥲 I know I won’t get one tho. But I can DREAM can’t I? Other than that like the big thing for me is some new over ear sony headphones that don’t fucking hurt my ears and give me headaches yes. Other than that my 4 day trip to montreal was a great gift indeed I had a fucking blast (will provide details if wanted)

Now who to tag… hmm…

@prismatica-the-strange @your-mighty-words-astound-me @kittensmctavish @roaming-thru-roses @seldonhari @jokerownsmysoul @smileofacaffeinatedsaint and ANYONE ELSE TO WHOM THIS LOOKS LIKE FUN!!! Happy fuckin holidays bitches!

[selchwife]

im still thinking btw about like character relationships beyond the setup i have of like, the inquisitor and cassandra as foils, caius and dorian as foils, inky and dorian as friends, varric as everyone's varric (he has invented a new platonic relationship category to have with people), and whatever the hell is going on with solas' inexplicable one-sided crush on inky. and, of course, inky and caius Getting it on.

i think inky has some interactions with vivienne prior to the winter palace, for obvious reasons, in which they manage to get along despite the fact that she's pro-circle and he's what i would (with respect and love) term an extremist in terms of his views on mages, like "it was unfortunate but necessary that the chantry in kirkwall exploded" level. like, win for him, but in-universe he would come across as fucking insane.

idk that i'm going to write anything important involving bull but i think the iron bull would be amused by him, like those videos of kittens that are held up by their owners and made to "dance." sera would be uncomfortable with him because he's interested in reconnecting with the elven side of his heritage and also, as mentioned, a political extremist about magic, which she does not have a great relationship with. i think blackwall would find him unbearable just in general. cole would likely be really distressed that inky keeps refusing his help and insisting "no it's fine that i'm fucked up it's more practical this way." he would hate cullen and all of their interactions would go badly. i think he and leliana are probably on the same wavelength, honestly. josephine would be kind of like, not 100% sure what to do with him, bc in my mind he's great at picking apart political and diplomatic situations on an intellectual level but he's a disaster in most formal settings and negotiations (autism)

i am never sure about caius. i don't know how social he would really be, like, i don't see him attempting to strike up conversations with the other companions or taking a lot of interest in them. it's also easy for me to say "nobody likes caius except varric, who only sort of tolerates him and can get along with everyone anyway so is that really an endorsement," because it's, like, funny, but idk how true that is? i know he would also be kind of a polarizing figure bc unlike dorian he is a magister and like kind of less charming and more shitty to be around and also kind of openly horny for someone nearly 20 years his junior (though idk just HOW like distasteful to everyone else that would be seeing as similar implied age gaps with other LIs don't get touched on). much like emet though i imagine he's very much a softie at heart and if you can just like, tolerate his bitchy exterior long enough he's likeable and it becomes obvious half the rude things he says are clumsy attempts to express affection. i think he and dorian reach some kind of accord eventually, for certain. solas probably fuckin hates his guts tho

[maryelizagreg]

Beware of emotional extortion

Emotional black mail

Just don’t be toxic ya’ll come on play fair pls as in like, can we all just chill out

Don’t be stressing, lets chill

And to anyone’s who ever loved me, in whatever kind of way, thank you for loving me

And- the last thing I’m thinking is- mmmm also, some people would call it like, hating or being toxic, slander?

Like it’s when someone tries to slander ur name or trash ur integrity or ur like… representation… ur reputation

Anyways please don’t do this lol

Anyways child- thank god for Linda she’s, god bless her.

And I’m glad you have love and lust for life, please enjoy it, enjoy those you love, be free, free to love, free to laugh, free to lust

Happiness peace and love dont, restrict yourself by focusing on someone else’s dumb ass energy lol and their issues like,

You’re ok, and I’m ok. We all adults here, and we can take care of ourselves.

I hope you find peace and love you deserve, and happiness. Free, be free. Amen. Amen. Lol

Also…. I don’t believe in good/bad heaven hell yin yang it’s all grey so don’t, .. i dont tend to lean into things that are too polarizing which is why I’m hestitant to say i have beliefs

I know that probably makes no sense to some but, there are ppl who get it

One thing that was nice about allister is he understood what the fuck i was talking about,

Thats the truth, I’m not afraid of it, please, don’t fear the truth anymore… share your truth love, it’s divine i promise

Even if that truth is, you fuckin hate me right now. It’s allowed. Negative emotions can be experienced, it doesn’t mean they’re permanent, or even damaging or bad.

It’s just a valid experience, your lens, your perspective and truth so own it if its what you truly want to be or do in life, you know, if its fulfilling ot you ultimately

Then so be it, as this is part of the natural way intended for us by Giai … guiding us with internal….. wickidy wack vibes and shit

It’s ok if u dont hav everything u ever wanted, all right now. You’re not incomplete, for this. Ur not a failure, for this.

I hope you find gratification in life ultimate gratification just, happy with you, happy with ur life, ur partner, what you do. Etc.

This is, already a lot to ask for, realistically if you can have this, you are very fortunate…

Love is out there, like, please express ur love and light in the world, the ways in which you know you were destined to

Don’t ignore your callings because they are there for you- not anyone else

Therefor, not anyone else has to understand… just do, ask questions later…

Preparation, is….. a fools task. Make plans, god laughs. We don’t have control anyways.

It’s all up to mother giai

[frikinnerd]

Hello!

All questions ending in the number eight?!?!?!

Jfc okay here we go (/nm /lh)

8. What are your current goals? I'm stuck in Texas for a while paying off my car, so my current goals are to get a better job (one that I don't have to drive 80-90 minutes round-trip for), pay off my debts, and get better at my musicianship and other media-related skills. That way I can actually go do something I love doing, after I pay off my car.

18. Can you drive? Depends on who you ask lmao (I'm licensed but I'm a very impatient driver)

28. What was your last lie? "No yeah I'm fine, just tired." This is a standard response for me since I'm depressed, but this time I actually said it to a guy who caused hella fuckin drama for my roommate. I don't like him now lmao

38. Is there someone you want to punch in the face right now? The most recent target for those desires is a "friend" (using the term loosely) of my roommate's. He's really fucking annoying (train kid from Polar Express annoying) and there's really no good reason for my roommate to still be friends with him, but he's still around for some reason.

48. Something you want to do until the end of this year? Play gigs! For money! I love playing bass and I love getting paid for it!

58. What was the last thing you cried for? Probably the last thing to make me cry was some old Undertale fandom videos. There's a lot about my life that's tied to Undertale and the parts of the fandom I was into back in the day.

68. What are you living for? That's really fucking tough tbh. I'm living for the hope that one day I can "fully" transition and be a "real" woman. I'm living for my roommate whose quality of life is much better with the living arrangement we have rn. I'm living to spite Trump and Abbott. I'm living for the chance to help some trans kids out, be a big sister to them, yk? I'm living for the day I find someone to share a good physical relationship with. I'm living for music. Hm. I didn't think this section would be this long. Damn.

78. Are you religious? Does God exist? That was kinda the topic of my Sunday School class this morning lmao. Yes I identify as a Christian, mostly culturally, because frankly in my mind and my life it's the easiest thing for me to go with. My basis for believing in a God is "there's been moments and days that SHOULD NOT HAVE GONE AS WELL AS THEY HAVE, so there's no fucking way there isn't some higher power out there" lmao.

88. What are you scared of? Heights. Pain. Doing something that I think is benign and harmless--or actively beneficial, even--and having it blow up in my face because it was actually really fucking toxic and hurtful and get pulled into a fucking groupchat just to be told "you're a fucking creep" out of the blue with no prior context leaving me a shaking sobbing mess all because I just wanted to try to make people's days a little brighter. The sun.

(Vent warning for the next question, but it's also the last one)

98. Have you ever made your mom cry? What happened? OH BOY. I came out to my parents. And later she read one of my Facebook posts about Michael Knowles and "eradicating transgenderism from the public" which HAPPENED to briefly MENTION Roe v Wade, and she saw it as explicitly pro-choice. Which she decided to respond to with PHYSICAL ASSAULT. SHE TRIED TO BEAT ME UP BECAUSE I POINTED OUT THAT PEOPLE WERE PISSED ABOUT ROE V WADE BEING OVERTURNED, AND SHE THOUGHT IT WAS EXPLICITLY PRO-CHOICE. WHICH I AM, BUT THAT WASN'T WHAT THE FUCKING POST WAS ABOUT. GET THE FUCK OVER YOURSELF AND LEARN THE SKILL YOU BITCHED AT ME ABOUT ALL MY FUCKING LIFE YOU DUMB CHEATING WHORE.

[sapphire-and-ice]

Me: trying to make my wife listen to ‘Believe’ from the Polar Express at 11 at night

Wife: I heard this song in a Naruto crack video in like eight grade!!!!

Me: 

@leafstep

[milliumizoomi]

heyyy ali for a Tokyo rev request may I please get mikey and draken with a supposedly mean s/o but they're actually really sweet ☺️☺️ + fem!reader. thank you love!!! and take your time 😋😋

𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓

Pairings: Mikey x Black FEM! Reader, Draken x Black FEM! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Mild cursing

a/n: xet.. TYSM FOR THIS OMG IVE BEEN WAITING,,,,, ever since i started tokyo revengers my mind has been on brainrot mode ever since😩😩 ,,,,also this is officially my first work for tokyo rev😁

━━ 𝐌.𝐈.𝐊.𝐄.𝐘

↬ firstly, people tend to just assume you’re mean because of your face

↬ you walk around with this stone cold face and usually ignore ppl that tried to talk to you

↬ so ordinarily people just assume you’re really mean

↬ but what they don’t know is that you actually aren’t mean at all

↬ and the only person that knew this from the get go was Mikey

↬ and this little shit loves that fact so much

↬ why?

↬ to put it simply it’s because he’s so fuckin' possessive

↬ he doesn’t want anybody else seeing your real self

↬ like for example, everybody in toman knows your Mikey’s girlfriend

↬ so it’s not out of the ordinary that sometimes you just happen to pull up at their headquarters from time to time

↬ and at one time when you went there, a couple of the members got into an argument about something that was decided in a meeting and started fighting

↬ but draken quickly put a stop to it but they were bruised up pretty bad

↬ so you can imagine the suprised of literally the entire gang when you ran over to them with your multicolored puffs bouncing up and down as you ran

↬ you kneeled down in front of the two gang members with this extremely soft and empathetic expression on your face when you asked them if they needed help

↬ everybody was just looking around like “is??? this??? y/n?????”

↬ they were so confused because you were said to be so mean and even mikey had told them that

↬ so even mikey was a little taken aback at seeing you show your soft side in public

↬ but when i tell you he shut that down real quick

↬ he saw too many people staring a seriously went “get to your motherfuckin' positions!! I don’t remember saying that you could stare!!”

↬ so when i tell you them bitches stood to attention with the quickness

↬ and now all of toman is sworn to secrecy cuz they don’t wanna get on mikey’s bad side

↬ and also mikey has all your kindness to himself

━━ 𝐃.𝐑.𝐀.𝐊.𝐄.𝐍

↬ let me be the first to say your ENTIRE school is scared to death of you

↬ like they saw the same deadpanned expression everyday and just had fear creeping up their spines

↬ and honestly you didn’t even do anything to come off as mean you just have a resting bitch face is all

↬ but apparently your school doesn’t feel the same since they’re all afraid of you

↬ so the surprise they get when you come strolling through the gates with draken waving you off is far beyond astronomical

↬ so im not sure how but people thought y’all were polar opposites

↬ like draken was scary yes put for some reason everybody just thought you weren’t a good match at ALL

↬ but how wrong they were

↬ because in public, y’all look like the two scariest people ever

↬ but in private?

↬ you’re literally so sweet

↬ and all of toman LOVES you

↬ especially chifuyu and the twins

↬ reason being you saved them at one point from another gang attack

↬ but the boys of toman love seeing how people cower in fear at your presence

↬ they find it so funny cuz in reality you couldn’t even hurt a fly if it compelled you to

↬ this little black girl who the only thing that’s scary about her is her face

↬ and draken LOVES getting babied by you in private

↬ pls he’s always all over you

↬ but there’ll be ppl who wanna try and fight you since you look so scary

↬ and we all know he not allowing that shit cuz he knows you ain’t gon fight back unless you real mad

↬ so he shutting that down and dragging your ass outta there

↬ and he’d most likely egg the school on, sayin sumn like “yeah she beat my ass ‘cuz I wasn’t listening to her” then show a nasty looking bruise he got in a fight

↬ and then he’d laugh when he see how scared the people look

↬ pls he’s such a mean bitch

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[sarcastic-fandomtastic-dragon]

H

OT CHOCOLATE

[applesontheground]

method to the merriment 🍎

🎄 to @darkestamralime! 🎄 with love, your secret santa 😊

SFW | Word Count: 1,713 | Leslie Vernon x Female Reader

contains: domestic bliss + specific pet names

🎼: just go listen to the entire nutcracker soundtrack lmao

Your hands were frigid, placing the last tiny figurine in the center of the display with stiff concentration. How you had talked Leslie into letting you do this to his living room was slipping your mind, but something also told you that he liked it too. While you couldn’t do much for the outside of the house for the sake of the man’s aversion to attention, you settled quite comfortably for the interior decorating. There was no edge of the room that wasn’t buffered by tinsel, and the tree alone could nearly illuminate the entire house.

You had saved the final part of the display, the Christmas village, for last. It needed the most care, after all. As you gave a careful last look at everything in the little town square, you were feeling the satisfaction start to bloom in a satisfied smile, and refused distraction to ensure everything was positioned just right on the coffee table.

The next time you brought your focus up and out, you had noticed that the music had went from your usual mix to the Nutcracker soundtrack. He had the Nutcracker soundtrack?

Despite being one of the few people who got to be around him regularly, you still found yourself learning little things about Leslie Vernon. For someone who had dedicated a good part of the day to perfecting his life work, a steadfast commitment to being more of a phantom lost to the orchards than a living person, he sure had a lot of hobbies. It felt like yesterday you had walked in on him casually crocheting something, a trick he picked up from an aunt of his, and subconsciously began a list of things he somehow knew how to do. Nowadays, that list had all sorts of talents on it: duck calling, Double Dutch jump rope, tying a cherry stem with his tongue...

Before you could peer into the den where the stereo was, two icy palms clasped against your midsection, fingers immediately dancing against the sensitive skin around your hips and nearly sending you into your hard work. You yelped, the hands then bracing you, keeping your body from going face first into the miniature train tracks circling the scene, trailing up to support your torso with an arm bar. You were about to struggle, but something in you made you freeze, then crane your neck to look up and behind you.

“Leslie!” You barked in frustration, immediately recognizing the perpetrator.

“Bugaboo!” He replied at the same volume, smiling like he hadn’t seen you in weeks.

He released you, and you stepped back to face him with an incredulous gawk. He only stared back with frost-nipped cheeks and the tip of his nose a stark red. Every inch of him was cold to the touch from some work he had scrounged up, knowing that the week would bring snow with it, and not wanting to waste any time preparing. It was like he had brought the Winter in with him, the once toasty house now sending bumps up and down your arms as you huffed, “You don’t have to do that every time you come in, you know.”

He smirked with a confused squint, as if to say, ‘What do you mean I don’t?’, but as quick as he focused on you he was soon turned towards the table with a gasp. “Well, would you look at this. How cute are you?” He spoke to the display with wonder, leaning down to see the detail better. “How much time did you spend on this?”

You crossed your arms and admitted, “Forty minutes. Maybe an hour…” His eyes scrunched at that, and you the added, “But it’s only because of this fuckin’ thing.” You tapped the train tracks, and Leslie’s eyes widened. “No way.” He beamed, “Where’s the Polar Express, huh?”

“Behind the buildings. it should move...” You huffed, grabbing for the remote hiding behind one of the small buildings and flicking the switch a couple times in defeat. His eyes settled on it, smile slipping again as you murmured, “I’ve switched the batteries out, like, three times. Guess it just came fried. I did get this at a yard sale, after all.”

Setting the remote down, you approached each other again, and while his eyes were lingering on the coffee table for another moment, you sighed audibly. “Well, I guess you’ve warmed up a little now. You may now-“ Before you could finish, he turned back to you and immediately settled his hands on both sides of your neck, freezing shock making you screech again.

He laughed with a mockingly deep voice, “So you thought, baby. So you thought…”

“I have to ask, Buggy. What gets you to do this every year? It’s like clockwork for you.”

After an evening spent watching the clouds approach, you had settled into the scratchy worn couch in the living room, admiring the miniscule lights twinkling from the windows of the village. Leslie had been attached to your hip since he had rummaged in, and was practically on top of you now with his arm draped over your shoulders as you curled into his side. It wouldn’t be a warm welcome to Christmas Eve without some hot chocolate either, which you had spent another solid chunk of time making sure was nothing less than perfect, even with just the two of you.

You thought at first, the question sitting in the air along with the quiet music still playing in the other room. Your teeth itched your bottom lip, and when your eyes slid back to him he cocked his head as you explained, “It’s kind of hard to put into words. It just brings me…warmth, you know?” You gestured to your chest, “Like, I don’t think I’d be the same if I didn’t do this every year around Christmas. It meant a lot to me as a kid, and that’s just one thing that never went away despite growing up and all that...” Realizing you were starting to sound like a Hallmark card, you scoffed at yourself but genuinely shrugged, feeling the subtle weight of his arm against your shoulders, “Does that make any sense?”

He nodded, voice quieter than before as he replied, “Sure. It’s your holiday plan, your thing. You put a lot of yourself into it, and look at how happy it makes you.” He gently pressed his thumb into the side of your face, making the smirk on your face grow as he admitted, “I can respect that much. I mean…” He trailed off, eyes searching the floor for words, then asked, “What do I do?”

You shifted a little closer to him, the worn couch coupled with his arm around you making the fond fuzziness of the season blanket you. You could’ve died like that, and with a quaint hum mumbled, “You kill people?”

Both of you giggled at that, and Leslie clarified, “Okay. Before that part.” You slowly brought your mug to your lips, taking the moment to think as you drank. “Uh…You…set up a bunch of tricks, play out the story, and then you kill them.”

“Hm. When you put it like that, doesn’t sound so magical, but-“ He ruffled your hair, “That’s what I mean. We both got our own little parties to tend to.”

You sighed, practically in his lap at the way you inched even closer, and him hooking his arm lower until it finally rested against the center of your sternum. “As long as the party’s with you, I don’t care what the hell we’re preparing for.” You concurred, and although you didn’t look up you knew he was smiling at that, staring down at the top of your head.

As you had been, you woke up practically embedded into Leslie, face tucked in his chest as your grogginess faded into the bright light of the morning. It was as if a quaint, excited stillness sat before you outside the window, the remnants of the storm that had come and gone in the night greeting you with a fresh blanket of snow on the windowpane outside.

You inhaled deeply, taking in the man’s scent with another sigh. Then, you glanced up at him and realized he had not been sleeping. Despite his eyes being closed, he was as precise as ever in how he laid, and immediately rose when he felt you moving under the protective clutch of his arm.

“About time you got up, sleepyhead. I thought you said you loved this day.”

“…What the fuck?”

In the living room, you immediately caught the only altercation to all of your hard work. The miniature train zipped on by again, looping around one of the model buildings for the first time since you had brought the village home. Leslie stood behind you, holding his elbows with a watchful stare as he scoffed, “Come on, is that the kind of language we use on Christmas morning?”

Your shocked expression turned back to him, and you caught the knowing glint in those hazel eyes that he was trying to conceal by averting them from meeting with yours. You tapped his shoulder with the back of your hand, shaking your head in a half-daze until he finally glanced over. “You didn’t…” You gasped, and he tried to give you a dumb expression, beginning a mumble of negation somewhere in his throat.  “Some Christmas magic just got into it, I guess...” He finally murmured.

The lopsided smile, one that was growing from a knowing disbelief, made him wander closer and finally he huffed and took your face in his hands. You only peered up at him, and he hummed, “How many times have you lost sleep to help with my stuff, huh? Least I could do, buggy-boo.”

A giddy feeling surged over you, one that sat deep in your chest and made you beam without any normal restraint. Even the music quietly playing in the other room had been orchestrated, the Waltz of the Flowers filling your ears as you thumped into him, arms coiling tightly around his waist and making him exhale sharply but immediately return it with a chuckle.

“You still surprise me after all this time, you know that?”

“Wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t.”

[chadillacboseman]

Mozzie anon here...I really appreciate it! When your requests are open, could I get Mozzie rescuing reader from the whitemasks?

I KNOW MY REQUESTS ARE CLOSED BUT COME ON-

I FEEL LOVE FOR MOZZIE IN THIS HOUSE TONIGHT.

--

READER IS GENDER-NEUTRAL!

TW: mentions of torture and death, violence typical of R6. Otherwise SFW.

It had been three days- or, at least, you were fairly certain three had passed. So little light filtered into your cell from the outside, that you couldn't be absolutely sure.

You watched the metal door in anticipation.

Twice a day, like clockwork, they opened a small slot and shoved a meal through on a plastic tray along with a bottle of water. Too small of an opening to make a move of any kind, and they never let their hand come into your cell.

The White Masks were smart, you had to give them that much.

The sliver of light on the far wall was slowly fading from bright orange to a deep, charred hue, and you knew the sun was setting wherever you were.

You sighed and kicked a chunk of broken cement across the floor; there was no way out of this- the White Masks would either torture you or kill you, and no one from Rainbow had any idea where you were.

Hell, even you didn't know where you were.

Your mind wandered to Max, "Mozzie" as the other ops called him- you wondered how he was feeling. You knew how reckless he got when he was hotheaded, and he was surely feeling very distraught right about now.

A loud metal clang jerked you out of your musings as a plastic tray was shoved, unceremoniously, through the slot in the door.

Dinner time.

You sauntered over to the tray and wrinkled your nose at the sight- it appeared to be a crude stroganoff, likely leftover from days prior, accompanied by plain bread, the texture of which was akin to cardboard.

You picked at the plate halfheartedly, trying to pry your mind from the writhing sense of dread slowly building in your gut. Three days was a long fucking time to keep a prisoner. Your luck had to be just about out.

Your cell grew dark as the sky outside the small square window turned black and your eyes got heavy. You fell to your stiff cot and rested your back against the cold stone wall.

You closed your eyes and let sleep wash over you as you tried not to think about what the morning would bring.

--

You awoke to the sound of a drone buzzing along the hallway outside your cell, mechanical blades whirring quietly, the sound reverberating through the metal of your door.

Drones. You imagined this compound was so secure that they had little need for regular footpatrols. That didn't bode well for you.

You glanced up at the wall and noted the burned orange light that painted it- you guessed it had to be at least 6am.

You mused for a moment about where exactly you might be- you knew by the faintness of the sounds from the yard below that you had to be several stories up. The White Masks were notorious for claiming abandoned or decommissioned sites, and this was likely one of them.

Footsteps outside the door interrupted your thoughts, loud and methodical- the footsteps of an executioner.

You swallowed, hard, when they paused outside your door.

A series of loud thuds and clanks signaled the unlocking of the door before it swung open and thudded hard against the concrete wall in your cell.

You glanced up and a blank white mask stared back at you, beady, dark eyes like two black gems set against the ivory surface.

"On your feet, prisoner."

You hesitated, weighing your options.

You could run.

Before you had the chance to consider it, the guard's large hand clasped down on your shoulder and hauled you to your feet. When they had brought you here, there had been a hood over your eyes- now you were able to see that there were dozens of other cells, some occupied, some emtpy, running the length of the hall.

The guard pinned your arms behind your back and cuffed them before shoving you, unceremoniously, forward toward a large, metal door at the end of the hall.

You had seen plenty of doors like that before.

You knew what would be behind it- a car battery, knives, a chair with leather restraints.

Anything and everything a torturer could need.

You knew what the bodies looked like when you recovered them. Torn to shreds, beaten, bloody, barely recognizable as human beings.

You let out a shaking breath as the guard pushed you onward.

Jesus, I'm so fucking sorry, Max

You repeated the thought over and over in your head. You knew what this would do to him- how it would tear him apart to find your broken body dumped in some pit like garbage.

The familiar whirring of the patrol done broke the silence, approaching fast from behind.

Too fast-

The machine struck the guard in the head at maximum velocity, sending him stumbling forward with a grunt.

"What the hell-"

The drone buzzed, menacingly, like an angry hornet, diving at the guard over and over, metal blades slicing into his skin as he held up an arm to defend his face.

"Hey, ya fuckin' drongo, havin' a little trouble with your drone?"

Mozzie.

You spun on your heel as the Aussie rounded the corner, assault rifle brandished. There was a loud crash as the wall in front of you exploded in a cloud of dust and Gridlock barreled through the opening with a roar.

The facility lost power and red emergency lights began to dance erratically as the alarms screamed to life. The guard at your feet made a motion to stand and Gridlock struck him with the butt of her rifle.

"Come on, we haven't got all day!" Mozzie yanked a jackknife from his pocket and cut the flexcuffs that encircled your wrists.

"Max-" you felt tears well up in your eyes as you looked into his polarized glasses.

"Don't get soft on me yet- we gotta get outta this fuckin' place."

The next moments were a blur as Mozzie and Gridlock flanked you and the three of you traversed the compound.

"We've got maybe three minutes before this place is swarming with Masks!" Gridlock called, "Jager is on the roof with the helo."

Gridlock ran point, up the stairs, as Mozzie stayed behind you. The three of you hightailed it up one, then two, then three flights of stairs. The alarms continued to blare, and you could hear the faint sounds of footsteps on the flights below.

"One more level!" Gridlock called.

The sounds of the footsteps were growing closer, and you could make out the shouting of the White Mask soldiers, growing louder and louder with each passing step.

You heard a loud grunt as Gridlock kicked the roof access door open and bright sunlight burst in, practically blinding you.

"Get to the helo, NOW!" she shoved you through the door and toward the black helicopter.

You leapt into the open door and Jager shot you a thumbs up from the cockpit. Mozzie and Gridlock jumped in behind you as at least two dozen White Masks pushed through the door, guns blazing.

"Go, go NOW!" Mozzie was shouting at Jager as he sent a burst of fire from his rifle and struck one of the soldiers.

The helicopter lurched off the roof and barreled away as shots rang off of the metal, growing more and more distant with each passing second.

"It's good to have you back!" Jager called from the pilot's seat.

"It's good to be back."

--

Back at the compound, you were sent to the infirmary, despite your fervent protests. Doc demanded you stay at least overnight to replenish your fluids and have your wounds looked at.

The other beds were empty, and you contemplated making a break for it when Max walked through the door. It always surprised you when he was devoid of his usual helmet and sunglasses.

The Aussie strode over and took a seat beside your bed; you avoided his eyes as guilt began to burn in your chest.

"Max..." you swallowed, hard, and finally brought your eyes to his, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" Max cocked an eyebrow and chuckled, "The hell are you sorry for? I should have had your back."

Tears pricked in your eyes and the Aussie reached over to grab your hand. He ran his rough thumb over the cuts and bruises gently, his expression pained.

"How bad did they hurt ya?" Max sounded as if he was about to break down, his voice gravelly and low, so uncharacteristic for him.

"Not bad," you lied, poorly, and tried to tamp the memories down.

"I'd have killed every last one of 'em," Max murmured as his eyes flicked up to meet yours, "Me 'n Gridlock, we'd have fuckin' glassed that place."

"I know," you choked out the words- it felt like you had glass in your throat, "Thank you for coming for me."

Max smiled and moved his hand to your cheek, his fingers gently passing over the bruise that had blossomed on your chin.

"Anytime, love."

[7spaceace7]

Ego Holiday Headcanons

Haven’t decided if I’ll make more after this, but here’s some festive headcanons for the Septic boys! (tagging as Yuletube for my submission for the past two missed days, hope that’s alright!)

Henrik Von Schneeplestein

-The host of the Septic Ego Holiday Celebration (est. 2017)

-STRESSED

-If he wasn’t stressed enough by being a doctor (and parent lmao), HE IS NOW

-Getting all the egos together for the holidays and making sure they DON’T kill each other?? Someone give this man an award

-Everyone keeping their limbs would be his only Christmas wish

-He does not get said Christmas wish (see: Robbie)

-Switches up his black coffee for coffee with peppermint creamer

-Chase eventually hooks him on peppermint tea instead, he knows the Doc needs sleep

-Can be found humming along to the Dance of the Sugarplum Fairy as he cooks holiday dinner

-Definitely has a “kiss the cook” apron

-Chase crossed out the “the” on it with “zhe” in sharpie

-Day 5, Schneep still hasn’t noticed

-Loves it, but still wears his doctor coat on top of it

-Gets very cold easily, so the fire is always burning

-Has a nutcracker collection

-It’s getting out of hand

Chase Brody

-Holidays are,,, hard for him

-Still sends his kids cards and presents, never actually knowing if they get them or not

-They do, I promise

-Wasn’t originally keen on celebrating with everyone, he has a tendency to self-isolate

-But once he gets there, he’s glad he did

-IMMEDIATELY tackled in a hug from Jackie

-”YOU’RE HERE!! Couldn’t start without you, dude!”

-Everyone else smiles and gives the appropriate hug

-(Anti does not, but no eye roll this time at least)

-Absolutely loves warm apple cider and has a good recipe to make his own

-Favorite Christmas movie is Elf, no I do not take criticism

-Has a soft spot for Mickey’s Once Upon A Christmas though because of his kids

-Holiday puns, you CANNOT get this man to shut up with the puns

- “Where’s Anti?” “Up to SNOW good! There’s SNOW way we can REIN him in now!”

-Once it snows, this boy is sledding down every hill in SIGHT

-Teaches Robbie how to catch snowflakes on his tongue

-Marvin makes him a “World’s Best Dad” sweater

-He totally cries and does not take it off the rest of the season

Jackieboy Man

-Christmas is his favorite holiday

-Good luck getting him to sit still around this time

-Has super strength, so he doesn’t quite have the same “don’t do that, you’ll hurt yourself” factor that everyone else does??

-Nearly giving Henrik a heart attack everytime he moves, but make it Festive™

-”Guys it’s snowing!!” “JACKIE GET ZHE FAHK OFF ZHE RAILING”

-Slides down the stairs anyway

-Marvin made him a whole ass “ugly supersuit” instead of just a sweater

-It is a w f u l, but on purpose

-Ofc Jackie adores the shit out of it

-Loves snowball fights!

-Always gets targeted by Anti tho

-Eventually it turns into a snowball war

-Pulls Chase over to tag team him, then discovers Marvin has an alliance with Anti

-They will be here a while

-Time to break out the reindeer-themed boxers

-They go along perfectly with his red and blue sweater-suit

-Eventually able to settle down when it gets dark out, bonus points if there’s hot chocolate involved (courtesy of JJ)

-Don’t forget the marshmallows

-Wants to help everybody out with their plans, always does his best

-Even if his best includes falling off a roof

Marvin the Magnificent

-Made everyone sweaters, even Anti

-Spent too much time on the design parts to make em perfect, so he had to rush getting them all sewn

-Uses his magic to sew like three at once

-December 1st, 12:00am is when the Christmas music starts

-Mariah Carey impressions that slowly get higher as the month goes on

-Performs a “Let It Go” rendition that could rival Idina’s during christmas karaoke night

-Switches his regular mask for his holiday one with snowflakes instead of card suits on it

-The decorating master, with JJ as his apprentice

-Favorite part is designing for the lights outside

-Learned a spell to make it look like it’s snowing inside

-Forgot to learn the spell to make it stop snowing inside

-Ended up just sticking with those paper snowflakes dangling on the ceiling

-Asks Jackie for help with the lights on the roof, not because he can’t easily do it himself, he just knows that Jackie likes to help and this is the one thing he knows he can’t break

-Did not expect Jackie to break himself by falling off the roof instead

-Ends up finishing the lights with his magic anyway (after he untangles his boyfriend from the lights, that is)

-Can and will destroy Jackie during snowball fights just because he can

Jameson Jackson

-THIS BOY oh this boy

-Brings out the classic holiday music and sets it up on the gramophone

-LOVES making up dances to the music

-May be a classic boy, but his guilty pleasure is Michael Buble

-(Robbie calls him bubbles whenever he comes on)

-Goes ALL OUT with the holiday baking

-Cookies of all kinds, homemade gingerbread for the houses, so many pies, even learns how to bake his own bread

-Everyone agrees that his pumpkin bread is the best

-Anti especially loves the cherry pie for “aesthetic purposes”

-Has a whole “Twas the Night Before Christmas” puppet show routine

-His job is making the decorations while Marvin sets them all up, it’s a great dynamic

-Definitely makes those traditional popcorn garlands for the tree

-for some reason puts an orange in his stocking?? The others are confused, but he’s so excited so they just let him do his thing

-Now everyone has oranges in their stockings

-They still don’t know what it means

Antisepticeye

-Die Hard is a Christmas movie, dammit!

- “Grinch Bitch” is what his sweater from Marvin says

-Secretly likes it, but fuck off

-Wears it to sleep every night in Winter

-You know that thing where cats get under Christmas trees and swat at the ornaments? Yeah that’s him

-Loves the white elephant gift game

-Ends up getting a present and it’s a turtle

-His name is knives

-KING OF SNOWBALL FIGHTS

-Fills his snowballs with fake blood so they explode on people

- (at least we hope its fake)

-If it doesn’t snow enough, he is the bitch who throws water balloons instead

-Henrik still has work leading up to Christmas, so Anti listens to him rant when he gets home

-Christmas patients are fuckin crazy and he loves it

-One time fell asleep and woke up with a red nose and antlers

-Chase was never safe after that

-Kept the antlers though, they jingle

-Saved them all from Chase’s puns that day

- “Where’s Anti?” *distant, staticky jingling* “Ah there he is”

Robbie the Zombie

-LIGHTS...pretty lights…

-He loves the lights, and will try to eat them if you’re not careful

-Says they’re static candy

-Doesn’t get cold because he can’t feel it, so he often wanders around in the snow

-One time he came home without his left foot and Schneep nearly had a heart attack

-Turns out it froze in the snow and snapped off his leg

-The Great Foot Search Party of 2020

-Please don’t forget to bundle this boy up before going out

-Anti has knitted him a hat and scarf for just this reason

-Henrik was the Proudest Dad that day

-Totally gets to put the star on the Christmas tree every year

-Marvin levitates him high enough

-Favorite holiday movie is The Polar Express

-One time JJ came out with his signature hot cocoa during the movie scene and Robbie was THRILLED

-Talking almost knocked him over thrilled

-Tries to sing along to holiday music, the lyrics don’t work out much

-Really good at keeping a beat though

-Marvin made him a sweater with bells on it

-Adores the bells, flaps the too long sleeves to make them jingle

Shawn Flynn

-Likes Christmas, but like lowkey

-He’s a toymaker!!! He makes adorable toys for all the egos as their presents from him!!

-Didn’t really have a family to go back to in his days at Joey Drew Studios, so he was used to spending Christmas alone, usually working

-NOT ANYMORE!

-Now he has Too Much Family (but in the good way)

-Absolutely gets nicknamed Scrooge at first, probably because he really likes A Christmas Carol and he’s a grump

-Often can be found being pulled off to dance by the gramophone with JJ

-He’s got two left feet, but JJ doesn’t really care

-If anyone still believes in Santa, even just a little bit, it’s because of him

-Has a giant red sack that he fills up with toys he’s made and/or the ones no one could sell back at the studios and donates them to orphanages

-Usually sticks to his old timey clothes, but when he does wear modern Christmas attire like the sweaters, he has,,,no idea how to match things

-It’s ‘cause he’s red/green colorblind

-once asked why Marvin had “yellow” hair

-JJ makes sure that his decorations have lots of blues so it’s not so much strain on his eyes

[ssplague]

Bully Bakugou Part 3

(needathinkofapropertitleforthisshit)

⛔️ Trigger warnings: Bullying, Yandere, mentions of violence, abuse, manipulation, forced relationship, NONCON, dysfunctional completely fucked up family

Your emotions continue remaining ever conflicted as you go about spending this three day weekend with the Bakugou family. As your time with them draws to a close; Self loathing is at an all time high once you realize that under different circumstances you may have actually enjoyed yourself?

Honorable mentions: @rainstorm22 @angie-1306 @lordmypantsaresocool @bi-polar-pandas @lizethcookie01 @po3ticb3auty @presidentmonica @winchescumberholland @marifujioka

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In a house that was notoriously known for being excessively loud, it was surprising that all you could currently hear is a running faucet and the occasional clink of dishes being dried and put away.

The scene of a mother and son doing something so domestic would warm the average person’s heart. The scene playing out in the kitchen of the Bakugou household might make that same average person’s hair stand on end.

Mitsuki Bakugou’s genes must be as dominant as her personality, because her son looks like the spitting image of her. Both of them are sporting an identical grimace, both exuding an air of hostility.

“You certainly know how to pick them….” she begins as she holds another plate under the much too hot water.

“The fuck’s that mean?” The boy snaps in response, drying the bowl he held much too tightly.

“It fuckin’ means that you managed to get ahold of a proper girlfriend..,Last one” she hands him the final clean plate “We like her a lot, your father and I”. Katsuki doesn’t respond to her right away, he finishes drying the plate and turns to put it in a cupboard.

“I can see why you refused to let her go…”

The cabinet door slams shut and he whirls around, his heart races and he stares back at his mother with fear in his identical red eyes. He visibly relaxes once he notices the knowing smile she’s giving him.

“I went through a similar situation with your father, you know? Sometimes the other person needs a bit of…persuasion and a push to see the great big perfect picture of how their life will be with you” Mitsuki pauses to sigh dreamily, a frightening love sick expression crosses her face and clouds her eyes.

Katsuki doesn’t even flinch, he’s seen the same look on his own face when he thinks about you.

“It made me…It made me really pissed off when she left me…then all those stupid extra’s had to get in her and I’s fuckin’ business and it got so much worse…” his hands balled up into fists at the memory, truth be told he was still quite upset over this.

Katsuki didn’t consider his mother good for very much, but at this moment he found himself somewhat opening up to her. Finally someone else that seemed to understand what his internal struggle was like. This is also one of the rare occasions in which she seemed to be taking him seriously, but he didn’t want to leave you unattended for too long.

“They’re fine”

His mother seemed to have read his mind as she had moved across the room to peek through the blinds. You and Masaru seemed to be comfortable with each other; She noticed her husband’s goofy smile as you spoke to him, occasionally waving your hands or mimicking an explosion as you went on.

You’ll fit in just fine with this family.

Mitsuki couldn’t stop the upturn of her lips as she felt something akin to relief.

Which quickly turned to slight annoyance as Katsuki bumped into her so he too could spy on you and his father.

The apple certainly doesn’t fall far from the tree.

🍎🌳🍏

It had to be at least 4 if not 5 in the morning by now. You felt like you were in limbo as your eyes traced the square ceiling above you. Thank god you were left to your thoughts, the blonde beast snoring surprisingly softly behind you. The grip he had on your middle was far too tight and his natural body heat was sweltering to a point it was making you nauseous.

“Y/N”

Your body instantly stiffened

“Don’t go so far….s’dangerous”

He must be dreaming, of course he’s chasing you down even while he slept.

Today you’d finally get to leave the house of Bakugou, and you couldn’t be happier. If the circumstances were different, maybe you could have enjoyed this experience. Looking back on the previous day’s events made you feel bad….because you couldn’t lie to yourself, you’d had a good time.

Mitsuki seemed to take to you almost instantly, which you were incredibly relieved over (It was obvious that she had an undeniable mean streak in her if directed towards those she dislikes). On your second day here, she had snatched you from Katsuki’s clutches; “This is girl’s time, no brats allowed!” She’d sneered as she ushered you outside and into an expensive looking SUV.

You weren’t entirely sure what to say or do In this situation…

“I’m sorry I kinda just sprung this on ya, but if I hadn’t I already know he would have thrown a damn fit over it” Mitsuki explains as she smoothly maneuvers the car onto a Main Street. She doesn’t wait for your response and continues “I thought it would be a nice way for the two of us to get to know each other”.

Now she looks at you, waiting for your response. You don’t miss a beat, quick to reply;

“I would like that a lot”

You smile, eyes sparkling with sincerity.

Katsuki has trained you well.

Another 15 minutes pass before you pull into a small parking lot. This is a side of town you’d never seen before; Small trendy boutiques lined both sides of the street, good looking people could be seen in all directions, either laden with shopping bags, or seated at the couple cafes and restaurants mixed in between shops.

“Something wrong?”

You abruptly snap out of the daze you’d been in at the sound of your companion’s voice.

“Oh no! Nothing is wrong…I’ve just never been here before!” You stammer in embarrassment. A smirk appears on the older woman’s face as the two of you start walking towards the bustling street.

“I didnt think you would have, so that’s why I wanted to bring you here for our first outing together!” the excitement she seems to be exuding is infectious and you can’t help but feel happy as you walk beside her.

“Everyone likes shopping, but this is the place you come to for the good stuff”

Your mood plummets immediately.

All of these places look super expensive and fancy…

“Umm…It’s embarrassing to admit but I don’t think I could ever afford anything here!” You do your best to laugh off the humiliating feeling accompanying your confession.

Mitsuki stops abruptly and gives you an odd look and then she starts cackling, “You thought I was going to make you pay for your own things?! Oh that’s fuckin’ hilarious! You should have seen your face”. She laughs some more and earns a few bewildered stares from onlookers “I’m sorry honey, I shouldn’t be laughing at you but that was a good one”.

“You really don’t have to do this for me! I could never repay you for all of this!”

You can’t help but wince at seeing the total displayed on the store’s IPad.

You were already carrying three large shopping bags filled to the brim with a wide assortment of things.

“Of Course I don’t have to, I WANT to!” Says the older woman as she finished her signature on the touch screen.

You can’t understand this at all, and it must show on your face as you follow her out of the shop and back onto the sidewalk.

“Let’s get something to eat and we’ll talk alright?” She doesn’t seem bothered by your confusion or over appreciation. You don’t want to make her upset, so you nod dumbly and trail after the older woman.

Deciding what you want to eat, you place your order with the overly friendly waiter. Now seems like an appropriate time to check the phone you’d forgotten you had all this time.

It pings as soon as you pull it out of your new handbag.

“Oh I bet he’s been blowing your phone up hasn’t he?”

Rather than verbally respond, you turn the screen to face her so she can see the multiple alerts lighting up across the screen, all from one person in particular.

A low whistle slips past her lips at the sea of notifications.

📨📲💥

“THIS IS BULLSHIT!”

Masaru Bakugou cringes upon hearing his son bellowing, followed by the front door slamming shut so hard it rattled the walls. He’d rather not have his wife come home after her outing with you to the house in complete shambles. Which is exactly what would inevitably happen if he doesn’t go reign in the Tasmania devil that is Katsuki.

“C’mon now son…Your mother just wants to get to know y/n better, that girl is obviously a big part of your life now right? So wouldn’t it be ideal for the two of them to bond some?”

If looks could kill his son surely would have put him six feet under with the expression he wore right now. Masaru has seen this exact same look countless times on the face of his wife. The only difference in seeing Katsuki sporting it, being the inability to stir up the spine tingling fear that his mother is so easily capable of summoning.

“That old bat is just wanting to get under my skin that’s all” Katsuki sneers as he drops down on the larger of the two couches occupying the living room. Surprisingly, the young man doesn’t even release a growl of frustration when his father comes to sit across from him on the smaller loveseat.

“I know that you uh…When I’d asked you about how you and mom ended up together, you said she was persistent and you were a pushover”

Masaru let’s out an audible sigh, that is not at all what he had said.

Katsuki ignores it and continues,

“I need to know what I have to do to make her stay”.

“I’m sorry”

“Me too”

He couldn’t save himself, but he was at least going to try to help you.

Keyword here being: TRY

For over two hours he’d done his best to reason with, and explain what a loving, healthy, relationship should be like to Katsuki.

Basically everything that himself and Mitsuki were not

Katsuki seemed receptive, he at least looked like he was paying attention.

Masaru really believed he made progress on correcting this warped state of mind his son had when it came to love.

When the boy did finally say something, that fleeting feeling of hopefulness was instantly replaced with hopelessness.

“So how long exactly did it take mom to wear you down?”

He’d failed you.

🍽🧏🏼‍♀️

“So you really gave up your career as a famous model when you found out you were pregnant??? Not only that but, once retired immediately started your own clothing brand? That’s really incredible!” You were absolutely floored you weren’t aware of any of this information until the woman herself laid it all out for you.

“Back before I decided to become a hero, I always wanted to do both those things…I used to do shoots with my friends for their photography classes, I made all the cosplay outfits I wore myself, Id even made a few different pieces of clothing as well”. Unfortunately in the last couple years both hobbies have fallen to the wayside, you frowned at the thought but abruptly pushed those feelings aside, “I’m sorry I started rambling I-“.

“Never apologize for talking about things you’re passionate about! You are obviously a talented girl, I’d love to see those pictures you were talking about, you’ll have to show me”

You weren’t even upset she cut you off, as the older woman patted your hand after doing so.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love my son too death, he’s busted his ass to become the best, hell he was practically born a winner…and I’m more proud of him than words alone could describe…” she pauses momentarily, looking like she’s mulling something over.

Before you could ask what, she speaks again “I wanted more children than just Katsuki, I’d especially always wanted a daughter…but it’s just…well long story short, it just wasn’t meant to happen”.

Now all of today suddenly makes sense.

It’s for the best…

Walking back towards the car you couldn’t stop expressing your gratitude for all the shopping bags currently weighing you down.

“Sheesh it’s almost like no one has ever bought you something before with how thankful you’re being!” She says this with a mocking sigh of exasperation as she opens the trunk for you.

“I’m sorry for saying thank you so much I don’t mean to be annoying I just-“ you pause to make sure the trunk latches properly “Really want you to know I’m nothing but appreciative for not just the material things but.. I enjoyed getting to know you personally Mrs. Bakugou”.

“Oi what did I say about calling me Mrs? Making me feel old n’ shit”

“Ah that’s right…Sorry…Mom”

That was a bold move on your part, but you knew it was the right one to make.

The most genuine, dazzling, not mean spirited smile you’ve seen her wear all day is flashed your way. She starts the car and before backing out mumbles “That’s more like it”.

Katsuki taught you well.

🛍

Hearing the front door open, Katsuki springs up from the couch and starts in; “Jesus Christ! What the hell were you doing for five fuckin’ hours?!”.

He notices you showing his mother your phone excitedly, well you were…As soon as you felt the anger radiating off him you locked your screen and stared down at your feet.

“Oh shut up, you can have her back now ya cry baby” Mitsuki says with a roll of her eyes, “Where’s your dad?”.

“Upstairs” Katsuki says curtly, eyes remaining locked on you as his mother moves past him. Which kept him from seeing then dodging the slap aimed to his head. “Help her with her bags idiot” she sneered while starting to walk up the stair case.

Suddenly pausing for a second and calling down to you

“Send me the link so I can see the rest of those pictures”

“I will!”

“Don’t forget!”

“I won’t….Thank you again for today!”

She smiles at you, then flips off Katsuki as she reaches the top of the stairs.

“Are you mad at me?”

You’re automatically disgusted by how timid you sound as you sit down on the bed.

“Mad at you?” He pauses peeking into the various shopping bags now taking up a corner of his room, “Why would I be?”.

Well that’s a relief.

“S’not like you had a say so in all that, she wasn’t mean to you right?” He stands up and stalks over to, hands stuffed in his pockets. You started panicking, quick to extinguish a fire before it could even start; “No not at all! She was so nice, I had a really great time with her!”.

Katsuki studies you for another minute before staring at the floor and mumbling, “She likes you a lot…pops does too”. Part of you hates that being accepted by his parents makes you feel as good as it does, the smile you wear is authentic. He shifts his weight from foot to foot before adding “That makes me happy”.

Why should you care what makes him happy?

At one point in time you adored the young man in front of you, even when you were just his friend that quickly developed a crush on him. Then you got into a relationship and even then he wasn’t that bad, but after you had sex that first time he became a fucking monster practically over night!

A monster…

A monster that put hands on more than one of your male friends.

A monster that isolated you.

A monster that brought you to this same house and kept you secured to a bed for a week of summer break.

A monster that stalked, harassed, and even technically raped you…

Now he wants to pretend you two are a normal couple? Like you weren’t forced to accompany him on this three day weekend in the first place…

“It makes me happy that two other important people in my life think you are as amazing as I do”.

You keep that same smile in place, hoping your eyes don’t give away the sea of woe in which you are currently drowning.

It’s for the best…

“Katsuki please…” you beg, attempting to keep your voice down “I dont want your parents to hear us”.

“Princess c’mon…I missed you all fuckin’ day…” Katsuki growls as you attempt to push his hands away.

He gets tired of your fussing fairly quickly, taking hold of both your wrists in one hand.

“Be good for me baby and I’ll make this more than good for you” he trails kisses down your neck while the other hand struggles to remove your undergarments.

You whimper in surprise as his cock immediate presses against your folds. “Shhhh s’okay baby I got you” he coos softly in your ear, mistaking your shock for desire.

He pauses his advance, replacing his cock with a finger. Sliding it up your slit and bringing it up to his face for inspection, “You’re dry” his tone a mixture of both accusatory and irritated.

Of course you are, you were uncomfortable! Bakugou was normally over zealous with foreplay, so much so that pleasure had often shifted into over stimulating torture.

This wasn’t one of those times apparently…

The sudden sound of him spitting made you cringe. You didn’t feel it hit your skin, but then he did it again and you felt it seep through your folds.

You can’t help but cringe at the grossness of the situation.

“Oh stop, must have gotten used to always being spoiled hah?” He smirks down at you, taking your chin in his hand “Let me have some fun for once princess…been wanting you for days I’m not waiting tonight”.

The stretch always burns when he enters you and he isn’t slow this time.

Slamming inside of you, his eyes close and he groans as you notice his whole body tremble for a second.

“I love fuckin’ this perfect princess cunt, s’the best there is and it’s all MINE!”

Spots swirl across your vision as your head bounces off his headboard for the umpteenth time. You hated how your body reacts toward him; Legs wrapped around his waist and arms reaching out to pull him closer.

“Always sucking me in, greedy girl…You don’t even have to say it, I know what you want”.

You can still feel his cum inside you, not all of it has seeped out to run down your legs and coat the inside of your thighs. As you lay there with Katsuki in his childhood bed you can’t help but berate yourself for thinking things might ever have the possibility of getting better.

Then again, your own family has never showed even a fraction of interest in you like these three have…

Your mother never sporadically took off with you somewhere to spend time together. Your own father never sat outside and talked with you after he got home from work….They favored your younger sibling, and you were never good enough to hold their attention.

Rolling over to face Katsuki, you take a moment to appreciate seeing him in this rare moment of relaxation. His even breathing tickles your face with every exhale, and you can’t help but notice the corner of his lips twitching upward as he begins to smile in his sleep.

“It makes me happy that two other important people in my life think you are as amazing as I do”

“Amazing huh? Guess I’ll never understand why or how you of all people think so highly of me” you whispered, finally accepting the warmth of his embrace In attempts to comfort yourself. The sun has just begun to slightly peek through the blinds as your eyes close, and as you drift off, you once again find yourself thinking;

It’s for the best….

A/N: I figured out that I really really enjoy writing Mitsuki 🥰 So many people like to cast her in this god awful light, but I can’t do that! Maybe because she reminds me so much of my own mom (minus the hitting) 😅 I hope you guys will continue to give me your opinions and more of what you want to see happening next. I’m really tempted to just include the whole fucked up family dynamic throughout the entire story. Of course your relationship with Katsuki will be the most important, but I love the idea of what a potential nightmare Yandere Bakugou family could be.