#i fucked up the colors a bit whoopsie

[telffiin]

fuck yeah estonian steph!!!

[tsuunara]

   " lets crash course learn twice choreography ! "

SPECIAL GUESTS : chuuya nakahara , osamu dazai , atsushi nakajima !

 ABOUT ORDER : forcing teaching bsd men twice choreography! how into it are they? do they hate it or enjoy it ?

 CONTENTS :  might be ooc !! , profanity in chuuya's part , dazai shenanigans , kunikida appears in dazai's part !! , poor atsushi is struggling to keep up :( , kyouka appears in atsushi's part !! .

 SERVER'S NOTES : stan twice!!! this was a warm up to prepare for my soon chuuya angst fic... sorry for the wait :( btw here is the playlist of all the songs for each character! i'll make a pt 2 with nikolai and fyodor . :) this was super fun to write lol

   chuuya nakahara ! The Feels

chuuya has seen you practice the choreography a couple of times . he doesn't really mind when the music blasts and just lets it slide because he loves you so much ! chuuya doesn't know much about kpop but he's heard a couple in your playlists , and hears you play the same ones over and over again ... not like he doesn't mind though . despite it not being his actual music taste, he secretly enjoys listening to it sometimes and it's his guilty pleasure . when he sees you dancing all silly , he can't help but smile in awe . he thinks it's so funny and cute seeing you put your all into it !!

" YOU HAVE STOLEN MY HEART OH YEAHH NEVER GONNA LET IT GO OH OH NO NEVER IT LET IT GO OH OH OH- "

" well uh shit... am i interrupting something here ? "

" lightning straight to my heart oh yeaAAAH WHAT THE FUCK CHUUYA- "

oh, but when you encourage him to dance with you ? who is he to say no with that stupid smile of yours ? no matter how silly it is , he WILL do it .

" ...so uh- "

" ...crash course twice choreography . "

" ...what ? "

" you know what , chuu ? you're in perfect timing . you should really join me !! come on , i'll teach you twice choreography ! "

" huh ?? woah woAH WOAH- WAIT HOLD ON NOW- "

although he is a bit hesitant , he always gives in . and with no regrets after whatsoever !!! he's a very quick learner too with lots of flexibility !

" one , two , three , four , five , six , seven , eight ! one , two , three and four , five and six and seven , eight ! good ! just make sure to bend your knees a bit more... and then... stretch them ! "

" uhuh, okay... like this ? my god- this dance is kinda hard... how'd ya even manage this ? "

" not to worry , chuu ! just like that !! YOU DID IT !! "

"holy fucking shit . I DID IT . "

overall , 9/10 is super into it . always exaggerates his moves but at least it shows he's having fun !! bonus points for being a new little distraction he can do at work ! has definitely had a couple of his colleagues walk in on him . whoopsies !

" you have stolen my heart oh yeah... never let it go oh oh no , never gonna let it go , oh , oh , oh... "

" uh... sir ? the... documents... "

" lightning straight to my heart oh yeaa- GOD WHAT THE FUCK ?! oh . it's you . the documents ? yeah yeah , uh... go put them... over there . "

" ......sir- "

" no . if it's about that , then i don't want to hear it . "

   osamu dazai ! FANCY

dazai's favorite pastime ? learning twice choreography . and what better ? with you !! he's had his ass dragged into your little dance classes sooo many times... (not like he's complaining though !) he knows somewhat about kpop , he likes listening to it with you (and for shits and giggles . ) also loves to see you dance to the songs yourself !! always tries to copy you so much so he ends up distracting you because it's funny , causing you to mess up the entire choreography :( when he hears the music play , that's when he knows it's time to crash course learn twice choreography !

" ...'samu ! "

" yes lovely ? "

" do you know what time it is ? "

" hmm..... four-thirty . "

" stupid , not the actual time ! c'moooonnnn you knowww thissss... "

" well color me clueless . "

" 'samu.... "

" i'm kidding! hmm... oh , don't tell... it's that time , isn't it ?! "

" you're so right... IT'S TIME TO CRASH COURSE LEARN TWICE CHOREOGRAPHY ! "

a little slower learning the choreography (because mf can't take it seriously sometimes) , but once he gets the hang of it you bet fucker WILL be hitting those moves whenever has the chance .

" it seems another job well done to us for solving the mystery , bella ! oh , OH , OHH !! i feel a song coming ... LET'S HIT IT , [name] !!! ohhh yes GET IT !! "

of course being dazai, you can't have a dance lesson with a little chaos in between ! but that's what makes it even more fun !

" one, two, three and four... no 'samu, that's not how do it ! "

" hehehe. fancyyyy youuu ooh-ooh-ooh- "

" DAZAI THE TABLE-?! "

" ouchieeee.... !!! bellaaaa~ help me out hereeeee... my hips huuurrrrrt !!!! "

" oh my god... "

overrall , 9/10 very chaotic but totally fun experience ! he enjoys it far too much for his own liking . he does a few freestyle moves of his own to " jazz up " the dance takes your dance lessons to HEART . period . kunikida always scolds him at work :P

" OI DAZAI . this isn't some dance class . get back to work !! "

" whaaaat ? sorry kunikida~ i can't hear you right now over the music !! my dearest [name] just taught me how to dance ! and i feel so POWERFUL !! OHH , keep quiet now !! THIS IS MY FAVORITE PART !! "

" DAZAI- "

   atsushi nakajima ! TT

atsushi is a very interesting case when it comes to learning choreography... he tries his best though ! i feel like atsushi is very open to different kinds of music , so kpop is no different to him and enjoys listening to it ! super fascinated by how you managed to learn the dances . always slides in compliments after you finish with a little clap !! atsushi NEVER thinks about learning the choreography himself . he just likes listening to the music . but who is he to say no to you ?

" atsu !! "

" [name] !! what's the matter ? did something happen ? "

" atsushi . you know the one thing that you're missing right now ? it's that you NEED to crash course learn twice choreography with me . there's no backing out now !! "

" wha- ??? wait- HUH ???? "

poor boy is unfortunately a slow learner when it comes to dancing... but he's trying !!! his moves are a bit stiff , but just a little more practice and instructing will do !!!

" it's easy ! one , two , three , four , five , six , seven, eight ! can you try that for me ? "

" umm... one... two... three... four and five and six and seven eight... ?! did i do it ? "

" close !! there's room for improvement , though ! you're doing great though ! for your first time and the easiest twice choreography to learn ! "

" EASIEST ?!? aaahhhh... this is so hard , [name] ..... can we take a break ? "

practices whenever he can . you've seen and walked in on him practicing in front of the mirror and he's always gets soo embarrassed , but slowly he's starting to get the hang of it and you're so proud of him !!!

" one , two , three , four , five , six , seven , eight... "

" well , someone's been doing their homework ! "

" [name] ?! WHERE DID YOU COME FROM- "

overrall , 7/10 . he's proud to know he's finally learned how to perform twice choreography ! (even if the process was literal hell) obviously still struggles sometimes , but very silly and cute when he does it ! kyouka has walked in on him a few times... but she doesn't seem to mind !

" one , two , three , four...- "

" ...why are you dancing ? "

" YEAOW- oh... it's just you , kyouka... practicing this dance [name] taught me ! ah , where was i again...? one , two , three , four , five , six , seven , eight... "

" i didn't know they could dance . maybe i'll ask them about it later... "

   reblogs appreciated ! ♡

[sommerregenjuniluft]

can you believe on twitter people are starting to make regulus be fem

*GASP* THEY DID WHAT??

dunno if fem stands for identifying as female or presenting more feminine but yeah i sure can and Actually what a coincidence, would you look at that nonny, i dug this out of the depths of my docs just for you~

enjoy 1.7k of fem regulus (that i wrote for the jegulus microfics a few months back that took a life of its own and i never finished lol)

It had started with a debt.

No, that’s not true– actually, it had started with Professor Slughorn.

He’d sat down on his desk—yes, on, not at, long colorful knitted robes fluttering as he maneuvered himself into a pretzel. He’s a very strange man, that one, Pandora wagers he’s possessed by multiple old spirits, Shakespear and Van Gogh being only two of them—and had tapped a finger against his temple conspiratorially, “I’ve cooked another something up for you guys in here.”

Whenever Slughorn cooks something up in that cauldron of a head of his it’s either brilliant bordering on manic genius or it’s entirely stupid.

The given assignment is to write a song and produce a music video for it. Their final this semester.

Which sounds easy enough, but Slughorn had stressed multiple times that he wanted to be wowed as he’d slurped on his open coconut.

Which means they’re gonna have to put in a shit ton of effort.

“Form groups of five and figure it out,” he’d clapped his hands twice and then slid off the desk and went to leave as students started moving around the room and erupting into hushed discussions.

They’d pretty quickly figured out that Barty and Regulus would come up with the lyrics, they’d done it often enough, sometimes by accident when the brownies Pandora occasionally baked were a whoopsie too strong. Evan had leaned back with a grin and told them not to worry about the soundtrack and Lily and Pandora had already fallen into a tangent about cameras and equipment and location, possible props and friends they could rope into staring.

That’s when Regulus had taken her snake bite piercing between her teeth to smother a mean grin at the idea that popped into her head.

She plops down on her brother’s usual table in the yards, chunky platform heels propped on the bench and long legs on display under her mini skirt. Drives a hand through her wild mane and smiles sweetly, “Hi Jamie.”

As expected, his jaw drops slightly as James’ gaze breaks eye contact and takes on sliding down Regulus’ form where she’s propped herself deliberately right next to his meal.

Another voice at the table pipes up before the object of Regulus’ attention gets the chance to, “What do you want, Reggie?”

Regulus tilts her head, curls falling over her shoulders, eyes not letting off her target, “That’s none of your concern, Sirius.”

James licks his lips, “Hi Reg, how can I be of assistance to you today?”

Regulus leans forward with a smile, noticing the way James’ eyes flit down her low cut shirt for a second, “Remember that one time you’ve dared me to let the whole hockey team drink body shots off me?” Voice honey thick, the Just so you could get a taste goes without saying.

Behind her Sirius chokes on his lunch.

But James’ grin widens and he raises an eyebrow intrigued.

Regulus cards her pale fingers through James’ messy, black hair, makes it just a bit more messy as he looks up at her through his rounded glasses with those baby cow brown eyes of his and the corners of Regulus’ lips tug, “I’ve come to collect my debt.”

Evan produces a banger beat over the course of a single all-nighter that Regulus and Barty write their songtext to, tipsy as fuck on vodka lemon sodas out on Regulus’ small as fuck student housing balcony in the dead of night, moonlight just bright enough to see the pen of what they scrawl down onto the paper of their sketchbooks.

Regulus had left Lily in charge of the planning of availability on the location and the hockey team and Pandora to come up with a range of outfits to choose from for Regulus and the boys.

Evan finishes the song in record time for Regulus to record the vocals to and when it’s mixed and ready Evan’s grin is so bright Barty drives the girls out of the studio to do whatever debauched things to his boyfriend on the couch in there which one, Regulus doesn’t want to worry her pretty little head about too much since it’s her fucking voice– and two, means the song fucking slaps.

Barty also comes up with a slutty and good enough choreo that’ll give the video the dynamic it needs and together the four of them sweat away a few afternoons blending into evenings in front of the mirrors while Lily does whatever magic she does organizing.

Regulus hates that she’s not into girls in times like this.

It takes some time, obviously, you don’t just finish a song overnight and it takes a few weeks until almost everything is ready for the video shoot.

Regulus is sitting curled up on her desk chair while Pandora absolutely just takes her fucking closet apart, Ipad in one of her tiny hands, the Greedy Pinterest board open.

There’s already a pair of trainers and another pair of pointy, glittery heels thrown haphazardly on the end of her bed over the formerly neat sheets as well as a pair of black overknees and a cute lace-y, sage green bra that Regulus didn’t even know she had.

“Here,” Pandora blindly throws something over her shoulder at Regulus. They’re some older, white basketball shorts with black highlights. “Put these with the heels and the green top.”

Regulus does as told, albeit an eye roll that’s nearly painful as Pandora throws some white Nike socks after her. “Those too, babe.”

Another few beats pass where Regulus is bored and Pandora is rummaging and then she says, “Oh. my. gods,” and turns with a shiny faux leather bra hung loosely on her index fingers and a bright smile on her face, “You absolute slut.”

Regulus takes the compliment and gives her a sweet grin and a wink.

Pandora’s eyes take on a milky quality and then she asks, “Can you still do a split?”

Regulus takes a step into the middle of her room and falls into a nearly perfect split without any warm-up.

Pandora rolls her eyes at the showing off, badly containing another smile, “Again, I love you,” and then, a more contemplating expression, “How much do you think you think you can milk James of that debt of yours?”

Regulus scoffs, pointedly looks down at herself where she’s still sitting wide legged and at ease on her bedroom floor.

Pandora’s grin sharpens, “Text him you’re gonna need an old jersey and matching uniform shorts of his.”

And Regulus does just that. And if she sends the demand on Snapchat with a picture of her still in a split that’s none of anyone’s business but hers and Jamie’s.

James, as captain of the hockey team, is courteous enough to let them in with his own keys early in the morning of the shooting day.

They check out the rooms and halls for good spots and start bringing in bags and setting up equipment.

And James is just…helping.

Sticking around the whole fucking day actually.

Xeno and Mary have joined at some point with coffees, donuts and breakfast bagels, bless their fucking souls.

And when everything is as set in place as it can be it’s time for Regulus to change into the first outfit and start filming and James is still just…there.

Hovering with the crew, jostling elbows with Barty and Evan and peaking over Lily’s and Pandora’s shoulders and throwing Regulus glances and toothy smiles from across the room, showing no intention whatsoever to leave and come back later with his fucking team.

——— NSFW

James encourages the jerky movement of Regulus’ hips against his thigh, grip unrelenting on her waist as he leans impossibly closer, dragging his thumb along Regulus’ plump bottom lip, “You’d come like this, wouldn’t you, princess?”

Instead of answering Regulus sucks the thumb into her mouth, laving her tongue around it sloppily and making James breath stutter on the exhale.

“Fuck, good little slut– so desperate for it,” James says as he watches the movement of Regulus’ lips transfixed, continuing to get her off against his leg, “Want me to fuck you, don’t you, baby?”

And Regulus’ mouth drops around the sudden moan as her pace stutters, her eyes pricking with tears of the overwhelming toomuchnotenough and the degradation and sweet pet names and James’ lewd fucking mouth.

He pulls his thumb away and grabs at her ass with both hands, pulling their fronts flush together, two hard lines pressing at each other, “C’mon, princess, words.”

Regulus’ hands ball into fists at the front of James’ soft cotton shirt as she nods hopelessly, brows knit and voice husky, “Want you to fuck me.”

In the next blink James has her turned in his arms, palming at her stiff cock and pulling her ass back into him, his other arm coming around her front. Trailing faintly up her stomach, eliciting goosebumps, then grabbing at her breast and pressing a wet kiss on the side of her neck as a thumb brushes over a hard nipple behind the lace and Regulus groans.

“Be a good girl and stay down for me, yeah?” James rumbles into Regulus’ ear, nuzzling at the curls around her ear and the next moment there are calloused fingertips pressing into the nape of Regulus’ neck and she’s being pushed down against the counter.

James spanks her once across her right ass cheek for good measure it seems, another stay, and Regulus is helpless against the whine that crawls out of her, long hair falling into her eyes when her temple thumps against the marred, red countertop as James sinks to his knees behind her.

The hockey player palms at the swell of her thigh, right under the seam of her ass and kneads, warm humid breath puffing against Regulus’ entrance and she shivers against the exposure of the chilly air, whines something that sounds too close to Jamie and the man does nothing but keep looking and fucking chuckle. Bastard.

And then, “Oh, baby,” a groan and a bite to Regulus’ ass that has her whimpering pathetically, “Prettiest pussy, gonna get you all nice and wet for me.”

Regulus moans, and James hums as he dives in face first, grip strong around her thighs and tongue wet, slowly coaxing the tight ring of muscle open.

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

So you guys remember this post that I posted the other day? The one where Eddie makes a deal with Steve to read a book for him? Well I kind of have been working on more for that. (Slowly but surely) and I kind of want to post and get an opinion on this scene I wrote for it, I still have to edit it but for the general idea I was just curious to see if I should I keep it in the oneshot

Eddie had told himself that he wasn't going to pay attention to Steve Harrington after their agreement in the library. But he was never good at holding himself to his own word. Ten minutes after he had left Steve by himself in that aisle, he found himself wandering the school hallways. Specifically near the nurses lounge, where he spends possibly five minutes standing outside of in hopes of hearing Steve inside.

When he realizes he wasn't going to actually know if the king was in there without actually walking in there himself he becomes slightly agitated.

An idea pops into his head when he hears the bell ring, signaling the end of the period and the beginning of the next. He scurries to the side of the hallway, where he can catch every face that passes him. Crossing his arms as he leans back a bit, glancing over faces before finding exactly the one he needs.

He nearly tackles Gareth when he sees the familiar flannel vest. Quickly shoving him in the direction of the nurses office, with some struggle. Enough struggle that the book in his hand was nearly smacked away towards the wall to their right.

"What the hell dude!" Gareth's voice squeaks a bit.

Eddie may have accidentally chosen the wrong trooper for this job. With how much he was concentrated on this singular quest he had forgotten Gareth was one to piss off fairly easy. His nose was already scrunching up and he was already starting to smack Eddie's chest as his face began to match the color of his flannel.

"Eddie what the fuck!" Gareth finally gains some control as he quickly turns around and shoves Eddie backwards and into a couple of passing bystanders.

Awkwardly smiling, Eddie wiggles his fingers apologetically towards the group of kids before he's quickly walking back up to Gareth. Realizing he was going to have to come up with a good excuse as to why he had to go into the nurses office and check to see if Steve Harrington was inside.

Making a whoopsie face Eddie quickly leans forward and plops his hands down on the other's shoulders. "Sorry Gare bear didn't mean to startle you but I need your assistance my kind sir." He tilts his head and bit and hopes that his smile could possibly soften the other's anger. Just enough to receive his help.

Gareth grumbles a bit as he angrily lifts his hands up and squeezes his fists dramatically. As if he was reenacting choking Eddie out. As he angrily growls a bit he then smacks the others hands off from him as he glances down at his watch. Making even angrier noises when the bell goes off again, telling both him and Eddie they were late to their next class.

"This better be fucking good Munson." He growls out a bit before crossing his arms around his chest.

Eddie laughs a bit awkwardly, "Well you see- I kind of need you to walk into the nurses room for me and check to see if Steve Harrington is in there." He puts on his best smile again, but this time it wasn't working nearly as well as before.

Gareth's eyes were starting to do that squinty thing, along with his fists digging into his sides. Eddie's pretty sure that the boys left eye twitches a little.

"Did you seriously just nearly tackle me in the fucking hall way just to get me to check and see if his highness was in the nurses office?" Gareth's voice carry's no tone as he talks, which was not a good sign for Eddie.

"Language young Jedi, do you talk to your mother with that mouth?"

"Eddie!"

"Fine, I may or may not have done that. But it's important, I'll let you do whatever you want with the next character you build." He promises as he brings his hands up. "Scouts honor."

Gareth takes a moment to think before he's grumbling and turning to enter into the nurses office. The bell on the door dings lightly behind him as Eddie carefully starts to pace back and forth down the hallway. Chewing on his nails a bit as he keeps an eye on the door.

Five minutes pass before the door opens again with Gareth holding a hall pass. His face was not as red anymore, and he now had a lolly pop in his mouth.

"So?" Eddie asks impatiently.

"No sign of him," Gareth answers before he adds, "now can I go back to class? Or do you want me to go in there and find out how big his feet are from his file next?" He sasses.

"Oh shut up, and get to class you little asswipe." Eddie grumbles a bit. Mood slightly soured as he realizes the Steve didn't listen to him.

A soft "bitch" is sent his way before Gareth is leaving him by the nurses door.

Eddie swings back to the library, just to make sure that he didn't miss Steve in there. When he realizes there was no use in searching he plops himself down at one of the tables that sat in front of the check out area.

Sulking just a little as he checks the time, seeing he barely had twenty minutes of class left. Deciding that there was no point in going he ends up opening the book from earlier and slowly begins to read the first page.

Yeah sorry to be that guy I just need an opinion and I don’t have any beta readers rn. Also I need help deciding a name for this oneshot oh my god

[paper-crab]

Distance (2)

this took entirely too long and isn’t that good because i don’t have ideas.. whoopsies! i suppose if there is demand, i will finish the story 😭

wc: 764.. whoops thought it was longer

part 1 part 3

Matt: Hey, I’m coming to Boston. Can we hang out?

You blink at the message, willing it to go away. It doesn’t. Rather than jumping to reply, you turn off your phone and roll over and out of bed. It’s 7:15, and you have nothing to do today, but also no reason to go back to sleep.

Walking to your desk, your attention is stolen by a letter waiting on your desk. The 3rd soulmate letter.

Congratulations

Your soulmates eye color is

Blue

It goes into the stash.

Meanwhile, Matt stares at his phone waiting for a reply. It’s been hours and at this point he feels like he can’t expect much.

“You okay kid?”

“Huh?” He blinks, snapping his head to the left.

“You’re staring at your phone and you bit your nails down to the nubs.” Chris replies,

Matt waves Chris off when Nick walks back over to them, sitting next to Matt in the uncomfortably awkward airport seating.

“Nothing was interesting there.” Nick shrugs, opening up his phone.

Matt picks his up, intending to do the same before he slams it back down.

“Okay dude, something is definitely wrong with you” Chris says, shaking his head.

“You’ve been acting weird for a couple days, what’s up? We’re your brothers, Matt. You can tell us anything.”

Matt nods, bringing a hand up to chew on his ‘nubs’. “I just… We’re going back to Boston, yeah? I feel bad, knowing that Y/n was right. I got mad at her, and she was right.”

“Where are you going with this?”

“I texted her asking if we could hang out and haven’t gotten a reply. It’s been 4 hours.”

Nick winces, telling Matt everything he needs to know. Matt groans and buried his head in his hands- mumbling “fuck”.

Chris starts to rub Matt’s back a little, to comfort him. “Maybe she hasn’t seen it yet, it’s only 8:00 a.m. in Boston.” Nick reasons, trying to soften the blow.

“Read receipts are on.”

Now Chris winces, ceasing the soothing action and bringing a hand to his head to adjust the Boston Red Sox hat he’s wearing.

“Yeah, you’re pretty much fucked.” He says bluntly. They’re called to board and almost immediately, Matt resumes chewing on his nails.

“The triplets are coming back, we were invited to go pick them up.” Your mom says, strolling into your room. You shake your head. “You’re going, I suggest you get ready.”

“Mom no-” You start to argue, but she’s already out of the door.

“Be ready by 2:00!”

Hours later, you’re ready. Your phone is still open to Matt’s text, but it’s left unanswered. You know he knows that you’ve seen it, but would it be weird to answer now? You still haven’t made your mind up, do you want to hang out with him? You’re sure it will be forced upon you, but you’re forced to wait when you get called downstairs.

“It’s time to go!”

By the time you’re in the car, Marylou has called your mom to relay that the plane had landed.

The minute the plane lands, Matt is rushing to take his phone out of Airplane mode; knowing he finally has service, he’s hoping you texted back.

“Give it a rest Matt.” Chris says, standing up and stretching. “You can worry about this later, let’s just go get our bags and find mom.” Nick tells him, patting his back gently. He’s more sensitive to the situation, clearly.

It’s a whole lot of shuffling to get off the stuffy plane and to the baggage claim, and then it’s a lot of waiting to grab their bags.

With shaky hands, you walk towards Marylou and Jimmy. You’re greeted nicely, sure, but you can’t help but want to run away. Nick and Chris had stopped talking to you too, not just Matt. That certainly wasn’t helping the “I haven’t seen you in a year” nerves. With every passing minute, your anxieties only grew, until you were finally beginning to bite your nails. Your mom looks at you sternly in disapproval as a warning to be pleasant. “Sorry, sorry.” You mutter, pulling your hands away from your mouth. Marylou smiles at you, patting your back quickly to comfort you.

“Is that them?” Jimmy asks, staring into the distance. Immediately, everyone around you starts squinting. You, however, go into panic mode; you feel your chest tightening and the desire to turn and run away at the thought of seeing your oldest, but dearest, friends. Despite everything in your body telling you to run, you will yourself to stand tall and fake a smile.

Nick and Chris smile brightly when they see the group, but Matt still looks lost in thought. You’re still slightly hidden behind their parents, hoping to be ignored.

“Thank you guys for coming! It’s nice to see you again,” Nick says, directly addressing you. “we missed you!”

He sounds excited, and that’s enough to shove some anxieties out of your mind. You step forward to give him a hug, going to Chris next. You aren’t trying to make things awkward but you aren’t sure if you should hug Matt again; luckily he steps forward for you and quiets any doubts you have.

“Good to see you.” He whispers in your ear with a smile. After you left him on read, he wasn’t sure you’d ever want to see him again.

In his embrace, you feel that familiar click. The one that tells you you’re in your place.

When you snap back to reality, you pull away. Nick is staring at you two, perplexed, and Chris just looks too tired to know anything has happened. You laugh nervously, watching them walk over to greet your mom.

You can’t explain it, but somehow, despite the argument and the year of no contact, you felt like your friends never left you.

You’re left trying to shake that semi-awkward reunion while the group discusses a late lunch. “Any suggestions, dear?” Marylou says to you, and you only smile and shake your head. You didn’t know this was a pickup and hang out situation, but you didn’t feel too eager to leave after that hug.

It was almost like deja vu; you felt like you were exactly where you needed to be, even though mere moments ago you were about ready to run away.

“Alright, we’ll meet you there?”

Your mom nods, the conversation waking you from your daze. You mindlessly follow behind the group, but Matt begins to slow too.

“Hey..” he says awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Hi, Matt. How’s it going?”

“It’s good to be home, I’ve missed you.” He replies, voice barely above a whisper. You’re not sure what to say to him, so you opt for “Can we talk later?”- not really wanting to get into the gritty details that you know you need to talk about.

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” He says. The rest of the walk to your respective cars is awkward silence.

Even though your conversation was… hardly a conversation, Matt felt hopeful. You said later- so there would be a later?

[ididdedurmom]

Stupid dumb little reference guide for my designs

Ft some design headcannons

First time I've ever drawn Two-Bit!

Some of these are kinda ass, whoopsies 😋

Headcannons under cut

Dallas is missing teeth, (from not brushing and from fights)

Dallas also has cracked, jagged and chipped teeth

Yucky yucky disgusting man.

Two-Bit is missing a tooth from accidentally pulling out the wrong tooth during his childhood

The Curtis's all have some weird tooth gap somewhere

(why are so many of these about teeth??)

Two-Bit wants a pompadour, but he doesn't take enough care of himself for his hair to grow long enough, so he does what he can

Two-Bit has side burns

Physically Steve has the colors of his mom and is the shape of his father

They all have eyebags and or dark circles, (some worse than others)

Darry would look so much younger if it weren't for his eye bags

The Curtis's have sharp boxy jaws, like Superman (Woah‼️)

Dallas has freckles, and he's embarrassed by them, he thinks it makes him look soft

Dallas's gums are slightly visible when he smiles

I drew Dallas biblically accurate

Dallas has a fucked up mullet, (Darry cut it once, and Dallas has been letting it grow out)

Johnny's hair is slightly wavy

Steve has curly hair that he keeps styled a very specific way

Two is a ginger, and a pasty one at that.

Darry broke his nose once during football

Pony has a tooth gap

Soda has dainty eyelashes

Darry has one of those Superman type chin dimples

The Curtis's have freckles

I'm going insane

[jacks-little-jacky]

For Birthday Boy can I request for a part two with him being dominated by the reader

Birthday Boy's Special | Jack x Reader

part 1 | part 2

Okay so my original plan had been to cook this up until his birthday in like 2023 but whoopsie daisy I did not post much in 2023 at all I think

Warnings: NSFW under the cut (all of it lmao), sub Jack sub Jack, returning the favor from last time and sucking out his soul nice and good

"Almost." "Almost, keke?" "Haven't returned the favor yet, birthday boy."

You couldn't help but grin as Jack's eyes widened in excitement at that.

Your lips raised upwards in a cheeky but somewhat exhausted grin, pushing yourself up on your arms to crawl towards him. A brave hand grabbing his belts and yanking him towards you forcefully.

Jack stumbled onto bed, the moment he lost his balance was instantly used by you to flip you two. Him laying down on his back with youre bare body sitting on his lap, your juices staining the crotch of his pants.

"Oh you cheeky little...", Jack uttered amused before adding, "You don't have to. This was good for me too." A laugh escaped your lip before you tsked your old friend that was no more just a friend. "Good enough for you too? Please... I'm not gonna let the precious Birthday Boy lick my pussy and call it a day. What do you think of me?", you asked in fake-dissapointment.

"Oh? So you-", Jack couldn't finish his reply to your cheeky banter as you started rocking your hips back and forth, your slick cunt rubbing along his clothed erection. A deep groan cutting his sentence short at your action. "Such a filthy mouth", you berated him, "Show me what other filthy things can spew from your mouth."

"Oh fuck", he breathed heavily. Hands gripping onto your waist he started guiding your movements, which only caused you to increase the pressure on his hard cock, feeling each twitch through the damp fabric.

"This is for you, got it?", you asked in a voice that was almost mockingly soft. "You can keep your hands there but try something funny and I'll tie them to the bed." "Shiiit...", Jack replied breathless, his pupils blown wide staring up at you as if you hung the stars in the sky.

This was what he loved about you, your fire. You never had trouble with him, your sweet side wasn't because you were a pushover but because you could affort to be sweet. So sweet, but so firey, countering banter effortlessly, keeping up with him.

You were an angel - and at the same time the devil in disguise.

And he severly underestimated how much it turned him on.

He was still not too far from reaching his own peak, working his tongue on you had done a great bit for him and the way you were grinding and rubbing your slicken cunt over his clothed boner was doing more to him than it should. Worst of all, he felt like he was about to cum in his pants, and the shame that brought was making everything even more sickly sweet.

"Please..." he breathed out, hands squeezing around your waist in need. You cocked your head to the side, basking in the feeling of dominance you had against the tall captain. "Please what?", you asked him. Your lips turned upward in a cruel smile. You already knew the answer but Jack's bedroom voice, the slight whine and desperation it now held was too good to resist.

You both waited too long for it, you just had to have it all now.

"Touch me... more", his voice croaked out, a slight flush on his cheeks. Jack was not a man who was used to begging. But oh, wasn't his voice sweet when he did. The tone of his voice sweet as the honeyed color of his eyes that was almost hidden behind black pupils fixating on you.

The feeling in the air was like electricity, each ground of your hips and groan from Jack. The way the air left your lips along a sound of ecstasy was making you unsure if you were getting more sober from the alcohol with time, or higher each time your bodies would move together.

You felt lightheaded but it was different from the way it was in the bar, and looking at Jack you just knew he felt the same. His cock was pulsing and throbbing in his pants, thin lips parted and panting, little moans escaping with each stroke of your pussy along his clothed shaft. His honey-colored eyes staring up into yours, fogged gaze trying to focus on your face and not to dart between it and your slicken cunt ruining his pants.

He was close. So, so close.

And then you lifted your hips, just the right moment. Jack was lifting his hips too, trying to rut into you from underneath. His hands trying to push you back down at his aching cock, weeping into his boxer briefs for its release.

The face he made was to kill for, eyes focused on your face, reddening as he blinked away the tears coming up. His frown pouty, with his shivering bottom lip between his teeth. There was a low, dissatisfied growl coming from his throat, the sound was almost feral.

"You're so rude...", he muttered a moment later, more composed. Long fingernails left little crescent moons in the flesh of your hip from how tightly he was gripping you. "Awww, poor little Jacky", you purred but followed up before he could complain, "I'm just teasin' you a little. Don't worry, I said I'm gonna repay the favor, no?"

Jack's chest vibrated with the little grumble coming from him. As if he could resist your voice in that sickly sweet tone. "You better now...", he whispered, the tone of his voice urgent. "Promise...", you whispered before leaning down for another kiss. Jack's lips meet yours eagerly. The kiss was soft, at first, you could taste the Captain's greed on your lips as one little kiss turned into a second, and a third, each more urgent than the last.

He felt hungry again, but this time it wasn't the need to touch you. No, Jack couldn't wait for you to make good on your promise. To touch him, desire him, please him as he did you. It was something he rarely experienced, especially from someone he did not pay to pretend.

It was exhilarating for the tall man, feeling how you matched him. How your hands ran over his body, exploring, caressing. You did not have to, you did this for your own pleasure as much as his and this fact sent his mind spinning.

He didn't even notice when his voice came out more and more, loud groans and whimpers coming from his mouth as his tongue explored yours. The shuddering ran down his spine when the pressure on his cock got less painful as you slid his pants off. His eyebrows furrowed, eyes shut tightly as he just let himself fall into you. Into your kisses, your touches.

"Bloody hell...", he whispered breathlessly as you broke the make-out session. Finger dancing across the waistband of his underwear. A chuckle left your lips as you looked at the powerful man, he looked fucked-out already, hazy eyes and unsteady breath. Leaning into you more and more, trying to get more. He was a greedy man, after all.

"Hm? You want something?", you teased although you clearly felt the heat just as much as him. "Need you...", Jack whispered in a low voice, "Need you now, lovebug... Can't wait any longer, keke..." The rasp in his voice vibrated in your ears, the little high-pitched whines between the words almost sending you into a frenzy.

"Buckle up, big guy...", you whispered. Then your hands quickly pulled down his underwear to join his discarded pants on the floor, next to the bed. Jack let out a little growl, leaky cock springing free and slapping against his stomach. You had to bite your lip, his cock was unexpectedly... pretty. Reddish tip leaking with arousal from your previous teasing, he was on the longer side which made his cock appear a little thin in comparison but the girth was more than enough to please a girl properly.

You gave him a few soft pumps, watching his slit drool down his shaft, collecting his pre-cum and using it as makeshift lube as you jerked him faster. The abs in Jack's stomach hardened, giving you a firsthand look at how built the slender man actually was. "Shit... Oh fuck", Jack moaned out, hands behind his back to keep him propped up. He was leaning back on them, head tipped back as he closed his eyes.

He had dreamed about this before, but oh, this was so much better. Your soft hands on his cock felt heavenly, the shy way you pumped from the tip only halfway down before going up made him grin. So cute, so good.

It felt so good.

He opened his eyes slowly, glancing at your smaller hands pumping his cock. It was almost embarrassing, he was leaking like a faucet with the way you touched him. Almost. One glance at your face and his grin grew wider. Your eyes wandered between his twitching cock in your hands and his face, your cheeks tinted red in the sweetest blush and your lips parted as your own breath was heavy with arousal.

Your hand sped up, while Jack's gripped the sheets of the bed underneath him more tightly. His hip started bucking up, fucking back into your fist with need as he felt another orgasm approaching. Maybe this time, this time you'd let him. He was being so good, you just had to. Didn't you?

"Fuck, lovebug, fuck, 'm so close...", he panted out, the tip of his tongue lolling out mindlessly. Your eyes snapped up, staring at Jack's pleasure-stricken face. You had planned to tease him further originally but you couldn't bring yourself to it, not with the way his eyes were darting between your hand and face in a way that was trying to burn this moment into his brain for all of enternity.

You leaned forward, settling between his thighs and opening your mouth. A loud, needy moan came from Jack as he realized what you were doing, one of the hands holding onto the sheets rushed. His fingers tangled into your hair, making a messy ponytail to keep the hair out of your face and give him a clear view of your doing.

He almost felt himself come undone as your tongue swirled around his tip, your hand still pumping him softly. His moans became louder, the tone going between high and low pitches with seemingly no restraint. Jack let out the most pathetic sound you've ever heard from him when your lips finally wrapped around him, sucking him eagerly.

Internally, he was cursing you. How dare you start sucking him, bobbing your head so perfectly while your hand was stroking the bottom of his cock when he was already so close? He was trying to hold on, trying not to make the most feral noises as your free hand started fondling his tight balls. One hand gripped the sheets so hard it was almost painful to him as he tried everything not to rut up into your mouth and shoot his load. He wanted to enjoy it longer, he needed to but his brain was melting with the way your hot tongue was rubbing and swirling around him, your cheeks hollowed with the way you so eagerly sucked.

His moans became more and more desperate, little whines coming short between them as he tried holding on, not to tip off the edge but it was no use. He couldn't. Not with how he felt, with you sucked him, touched him.

Not when you looked up your fluttering lashes into his face with something even he could recognize as love. He was fucked. So fucked.

A loud groan escaped from deep within his throat, the hand in your hair pushing your down more as his hip jutted upwards, cock spurting salty streaks into your mouth. He was grinding up into your sucking mouth until the last drop. Not wanting to miss the sensation for one second, needing it for as long as he could.

Finally, he let his hip fall back down onto the bed, the grip on your hair loosening and letting you pull back. "Fuck... Fuck, sorry...", Jack mumbled breathlessly. "Didn't mean to... push you down. Felt so fucking good, sorry, keke..."

You couldn't help but laugh, licking your lips. He was so... sweet, in his own way. "It's fine. Don't apologize. I liked it." You said amused, crawling up his naked body before letting your own drop next to him on the bed. He rolled over, laying sideways so he would face you.

No one said something for a moment, you just looked at each other silently. It was a pleasant silence, both of you basking in the afterglow of the night. There were no words needed. This night had changed your relationship fundamentally. No longer friends, silently longing for each other, this barrier was torn down.

No, you were more. And on the same page finally. In each other's arms, finally.

Together, finally.

[autisticempathydaemon]

hi, i was hoping to do one of the redacted matchup thingies, they’re so fun :) I’M SO SORRY THIS IS A PAGE LONG AAAAGH

i’m just gonna lead with the miscellaneous stuff (WOW i spelled that without spell check. didn’t know i could do that.) i’m a young adult bi dude. apparently i’m quiet but snarky and people say my humor is very dry (i have a monotone voice and am Very Committed To The Bit.). i used to have really bad anger issues to the point that davey pre-character arc is more relatable than he should be (even though my parents are alive. they’re just shit). i try to dress kinda grungy? but also whatever’s cozy/comfortable and in neutral/dark colors (except red! i like red, my hair is dyed neon red) i used to have cptsd so bad i basically didn’t leave the house for two years. i think it was like agoraphobia or something? there were delusions in there too. i’m much better now though.

usually the kind of stuff i listen to is loud angry rock music (fave song is hysteria by muse) or slightly older pop music (florence and the machine, MARINA) but the last few days i’ve been on a newer pop kick and i’ve been playing “Good Luck, Babe!” by chappell roan on repeat and it makes me want to scream on a windswept seaside cliff during a storm. specifically the bit from 2:15 to ~3:10 in the song. i know it’s a banger when it makes me want to scream on a cliff or punch something.

INTP? is that an enneagram? (“you’re telling me a shrimp fried this rice?”-sounding sentence, sorry)

not really video essays but i love listening to someone summarize books i never plan to read (i like the ones by cari can read or lexi aka newlynova.)

i didn’t have an imaginary friend? i’m incredibly autistic + adhd so i was daydreaming constantly to a near maladaptive extent but i never had One Consistent Thing that i thought was real.

i have to mash my face into the pillow for a bit to decompress and then i can sleep how i normally do, sleeping on my side in a way that’s probably very bad for my shoulders. (i am an adult dude and i hold a stuffed bunny who i haven’t given a name every night to go to sleep. maybe ill name the bunny after whatever character you give me)

my name is stolen from the love interest of a YA steampunk novel (a young victorian gentleman who wears eyeliner), because his character description just fits me so well, as well as the name itself just looking cool written down

my fave audio is probably the smash bros tournament :D. it literally convinced me to buy the game lol

it’s a good thing i’m anonymous cause i just do not get the gavin or caelum hype. i’m too possessive to date an incubus/ someone who will fuck other people. and i hate children so caelum is just past my threshold for kid-esque behavior that i’m willing to deal with. i’m also really not a fan of the yanderes/evil ones. other people can go ahead and like them, they just stress me out more which is the opposite of what i want.

knives out :D. the detective movie

i would friend the HELL out of asher. i just wanna play games with the man that’s all i ask

i don’t really get food at gas stations but whenever i go to a cafe i am probably getting something strawberry related (lemonade, a smoothie, etc) and a breakfast sandwich

the playlist “songs to get obliterated by a black hole to” is my pride and joy. i fucking love space and sci fi (that’s the thing i’d ramble about too)

my guilty pleasure media is the official gender-swapped twilight (puts my head in my hands) I KNOW.

I sent an anon for matchup earlier (I mentioned a stuffed bunny) and said I didn’t know what an enneagram was and I just looked it up and did a quiz and apparently I’m type 6? Idk how accurate that is but there you go (also I’m sorry if I was trauma dumping/oversharing I was restless from being inside all day whoopsie)

I’m a sucker for a good black cat/golden retriever sort of pairing, you know? Tack that onto you being a Type Six, and I’ve just got to pair you with Huxley!

Type Sixes are characterized by a desire for stability and security, for dependability, and who’s more reliable than Huxley? This also works with your self-described possessive nature in that Huxley would be the best partner to never trigger that nature, to never make you doubt or toe your boundaries. I also love him for you because we know Huxley canonically is a calming, relieving presence in the face of anger and conflict, which makes him even more perfect for you! (Also I think your grunge fashion sense would contrast so cutely with his casual, gym-bro style.)

Huxley would be so fun to be with! He’s no Asher, but he’d be a great gaming buddy, happy to show you all the Smash tips and tricks for when he introduces you to his family. Speaking of family, Huxley’s moms would just adore you for making their son happy. I can see him taking you to the east coast to meet them and taking you on the hiking and camping trails of his youth. It’d be a lovely time of you showing him the stars and constellations at night and maybe even him finding a cliff for you to sing Chappell Roan off of.

Song:

And I hold you every night/ And that's a feeling I wanna get used to/ But there's no man as terrified/ As the man who stands to lose you/ Oh, I hope I don't lose you

It was so fun to look for a pop-rock song that would make you want to scream or punch something, and I hope this fits the bill. The first chorus extremely hits on top of being a beautiful love song, and I think it wouldn’t be out of place on a road trip with Huxley in the driver’s seat or by a gorgeous cliffside.

Runner-ups:

Aaron and Sam are your runner-ups for a lot of similar reasons. They both also have drier senses of humor, so I think you could vibe and hold to a bit with either of them. I headcanon both of them wearing red often (Sam, a red-checked flannel and Aaron, a red polo a la his thumbnails), so you could match. I also headcanon both of them actively wanting to be child-free, so you’d be compatible in that aspect. Aaron outranks Sam just slightly because I think he’d offer more stability and security given his occupation and Unempowered status.

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[myreygn]

run like the wind

summary: Mitsuri tries to run, Tengen is being a bit of a backstabber and Sanemi is thrown under the wheels. But that’s okay, because Gyomei will make sure that all of them get what they deserve.

an: this is an immediate sequel to moving the mountain with gyomei getting some well deserved revenge and was commissioned by the lovely @sarahmaystock5578, thank you so much for your support, i hope you like this!

wordcount: 2170

taglist: @gxmeqr​, @giggly-squiggily​, @rachi-roo​ @kokupuffs​

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Mitsuri could sense Tengen and Sanemi tense up next to her and felt all color fade from her face when the soft smile suddenly turned into a mischievous smirk.

“Now, it’s my turn.”

—

Mitsuri was a woman on a mission. And for once, the mission was not about saving others, or even about killing a demon. No, this mission was about nothing but her own survival. Thinking about it, she really should’ve seen this coming. But it was too late to take anything back, let alone come up with a strategy or even properly team up with Tengen and Sanemi. It was everyone for themselves and if she wanted to make it out of here alive, she had to act now.

She quickly assessed the situation. Gyomei had incredible reflexes, but when it came to speed, no one could hold a candle to her. Well, no one except for Tengen, who had already reacted to the Stone Hashira’s ominous threat by jumping out of immediate reach. But that was okay. She didn’t have to be faster than Tengen, she didn’t even have to be faster than Gyomei. She just had to be faster than Sanemi.

“Sorry, good luck!” Mitsuri regretted leaving her colleague behind as soon as she had gotten herself out of Gyomei’s reach and Sanemi’s screeching reached her ears. Whoopsie. He was gonna get over it. Hopefully.

“Wait, wahait, Gyohomehehei- I’M GONNAHAHA KIHILL YOHOU!”

“Is he talking to us?” Mitsuri crouched down next to Tengen behind a bush and peaked over it to get a good look at what was happening; Gyomei had grabbed both of Sanemi’s wrists in one hand and pulled his arms up, his other hand wiggling all over the Wind Hashira’s midsection and making him shriek.

“Oh yeah, definitely.” Tengen grinned, watching the chaos ensue with obvious amusement. “But I don’t think we have to worry about that for now.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” 

He really was. With Gyomei having the surprise effect on his side, as well as his strength, there was no way for Sanemi to get out of his predicament. Not to mention that he, as they all knew from the countless tickle fights that had taken place at the Master’s mansion, was surprisingly easy to overwhelm with tickles. The Stone Hashira… not so much. And Sanemi had been the one to make Gyomei crack before, so the revenge would most likely not stop until he was utterly wrecked and incapable of killing them. Which was a good thing, right?

Mitsuri found herself hesitating upon hearing another shriek from Sanemi. “But… I mean… shouldn’t we help…?”

“Are you crazy?” The Sound Hashira let out a chuckle. “No fucking way, he’ll survive it.”

“Yeah, but will we survive it?”

“Okay, listen to me.” Mitsuri squeaked when she was grabbed and pulled into what would’ve been a tactic circle if there had been more than two people present. “You and me against Gyomei? No chance. But you and me against Sanemi? We can take him, especially after Gyomei is gonna be done with him. So yes, if we just stay out of this, we’ll survive.”

The Love Hashira thought this over. Unfortunately, she couldn’t really argue with anything Tengen just said. Yes, she wanted to help Sanemi, especially because the tickling had been her idea, but also… she didn’t want to get caught in the crossfire. And Sanemi hadn’t been very nice today, so maybe getting wrecked by Gyomei were just the consequences he had to deal with to make up for it. Yeah, she could get behind that. She nodded at Tengen and then turned her attention back to the desperate laughter and pleas for mercy coming from the Wind Hashira. 

Only… there were none.

“Uh… Tengen…”

“I’m afraid he’s not available right now.”

Mitsuri squeaked and toppled over in surprise, frantically scrambling away from the intruder of their little not-an-actual-circle-circle. Gyomei smiled at her softly from where he was crouched down next to her and had Tengen pinned to the ground with an ease that was truly nothing but astounding. Everything about this was astounding - she had only looked away from Tengen for a mere second. She was a Hashira, for goodness sake, she should’ve noticed Sanemi go silent in the background, even if she had been focused on her own thoughts. Gyomei was massive, she should’ve heard him coming- actually, no, that wasn’t on her; Tengen, the Sound Hashira, should’ve heard Gyomei coming! Although maybe he did and just didn’t have the time to react or warn her or-

Mitsuri snapped back into reality when the first reluctant giggles were starting to spill out of Tengen’s mouth. Gyomei had grabbed one of his wrists and was holding it down, his other hand scratching lightly, gently, at his victim’s exposed armpit.

“Hehehey, bihig guhuy, do- ghahaha! Mihitsuri, gehet out ohof hehere!”

“Don’t listen to him.” Gyomei sounded as gentle as ever, all while his fingers didn’t stop the tickling for a second. “You were the initiator, don’t think I forgot that. The only thing running away will do is buy you a few more minutes.”

“Whahat?!” Tengen let out a cackle and Mitsuri saw his fingers claw into the ground as if he could somehow dig a tunnel to escape through. “Yohou dihidn’t tihickle Shinahazugawahaha for thahahat lohong!”

Gyomei chuckled, digging into the Sound Hashira’s armpit a bit harder and making him shriek. “Shinazugawa didn’t leave his comrades behind to fend for themselves, if I recall correctly.”

“He wohould hahave ihif heAHA- BIHIG GUHUY! MIHITSURI, RUHUN!”

Mitsuri slowly backed away from the scene with wide eyes. Tengen was right, running would probably be for the best. But Gyomei was also right, it would only give her some extra time… that thought, however, was quickly eradicated when the Stone Hashira found a particularly bad spot and Tengen near-screamed into the ground. Time to leave!

“Good luck,” Gyomei called after her, but Mitsuri tried her best to ignore him and the implications of that sentence as she made her way over the Ubuyashiki estate and towards the gates. They were the only pillars here today, but maybe she could get backup somewhere else; Obanai was out on a mission, but Shinobu would surely let her sit this out at the Butterfly Mansion for a bit. 

Mitsuri stopped dead in her tracks, her hand already on the gate. Backup. Goodness, she was the backup! Gyomei was right, leaving your comrades behind was an awful move and while she hadn’t had a chance to save Sanemi, she could still save Tengen!

The second she turned around, the moment she accelerated, she knew she had made a mistake.

“You’re going back for him, but not for me? That’s dirty, Kanroji.”

Mitsuri barely had time to even flinch before Sanemi wrapped his arm around her waist and swiftly pulled her to the ground, straddling her immediately and making escape almost unthinkable. She was strong, yes, but he had completely overwhelmed her. Mitsuri wanted to hit herself hard - where was her attention today?!

“Eek- Sanemi, wait-”

“Oh, like you guys waited for me when Himejima attacked me?” His scowl turned into an evil smirk. “Yeah, no fucking way. Gyomei, over here!”

This time Mitsuri heard Gyomei approach. Or rather, she paid attention for once and heard Tengen’s laughter die down in the distance, then a shadow fell on her and she looked up, right into the Stone Hashira’s blind eyes as he loomed over her. 

“I should probably thank you for your service, Shinazugawa.” He took both of her wrists in one hand and Mitsuri didn’t know whether she wanted to laugh or cry; she couldn’t even move an inch. “But you see, I’m a little torn right now.”

Sanemi squawked in surprise when his own wrists were grabbed as well and held down by the same hand that held down Mitsuri’s. She could feel his muscles strain as he tried to pull free - unsuccessful. Gyomei’s strength was ridiculous! And all while he smiled down at them so gently, pretending like he wouldn’t hurt a fly… “Leaving your comrades behind is one thing, but betraying them? Stabbing them in the back? I’d argue that’s even worse.”

“Wha- hey! They betrayed me first!”

“An eye for an eye will make the whole world blind.”

How ironic for him to say that, Mitsuri thought to herself, but she was smart enough to not say it out loud.

“Funny you’d say thaHAT- HIMEHEJIMAHAHA!”

Sanemi… wasn’t. Mitsuri tried her best not to seem too nervous as he writhed on the ground next to her in a pointless attempt to escape, although judging by the level of control she usually had over her facial expressions, she was probably failing miserably.

“Don’t worry, Mitsuri,” Gyomei spoke over Sanemi’s shrieking laughter, not stopping his relentless pinching and prodding at the Wind Pillar’s toned abs, “I haven’t forgotten about you, just wait a few more minutes.”

“NAHAHA! YOHOU AHALREHEADY TIHICKLED MEHEHE, YOHOU CAHAHAHAN’T DOHO IT FOR TOO LOHOHONG!”

“Oh, I think I can.” Gyomei’s gentle tone just made everything ten times worse and Mitsuri winced at the thought of being in Sanemi’s position. On the one hand, she felt really bad for getting him in this predicament, given that she had been the one to suggest tickling as a technique against Gyomei in the first place. On the other hand… Sanemi losing himself in laughter was a rare sight and as much as he tried to keep it one, it was no secret that he kinda maybe liked getting tickled a little bit. Still. The least she could do was offer emotional support.

“Uhm… you can do it!”

Somehow he still managed to glare at her through literal tears of laughter and Mitsuri wanted to crawl under a rock and die. Alright. No emotional support then. His loss.

She took the time during which Gyomei was tending to Sanemi to brace herself for what was to come, only to realize that no amount of minutes could possibly prepare her for anything. Every time Gyomei switched spots, every time Sanemi shrieked, she caught herself wincing and when the Wind Hashira was finally released and immediately curled into himself, she barely had time to look up before a huge hand snuck down to her midsection and began squeezing her sides.

“Aiee- Gyohomehehei!”

“Yes, Mitsuri?”

“I- dahaha, dohohon’t!”

“But why not?” Even though she had her eyes shut, Mitsuri could hear the soft smile in the Stone Hashira’s words as he prodded up and down her side. “Don’t you think you deserve this a little? After you left your comrades behind, twice?”

“Bu-buhut Tehehengen tohold mehe to- nohohoho!” she giggled and pulled her knees up, trying to block Gyomei from tickling her stomach. Unfortunately that wasn’t very easy to do when he could easily push her legs away with just two fingers while the others kept on scribbling over the thin fabric of her uniform, one of them even prodding at her belly button a little and making her squeal. “Plehehehease!”

“Please what?”

Oh no. Oh nonono. She had pulled this trick often enough on Obanai, she was not going to fall for it now. Mitsuri pressed her lips together - or tried to, at least, and then quickly gave up on it when her plan was ruined by cackles. “Gyohomehehei, nohohot thehehere!”

“Not there? Alright, then how about here?”

Mitsuri screeched and kicked out, trying her best to twist away from Gyomei’s hand. Given her limited moving space, surprise, it didn’t really work. “NAHAHAHAT THEHEHERE EITHEHEHEHER!”

“Why, is it bad there?” Gyomei smirked as he squeezed her hip.

“YEHEHEHES!”

“Oh, I hope it is.” Sanemi had made himself comfortable on the grass together with Tengen - apparently they had made up, which, good for them, but also, Mitsuri would’ve very much appreciated their help. Although she probably didn’t deserve it, if she was being completely honest with herself.

Gyomei clicked his tongue softly. “Be nice, you two. I don’t want to have to get back to you.” The snickering from the sidelines stopped immediately and the Stone Hashira nodded. “Good. So, it’s bad? How bad?”

“VEHEHEHERY BAHAHAHAHAD!” Mitsuri squealed, feeling the first tears prick at the corners of her eyes. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“Alright, alright.” Gyomei chuckled softly and finally let her go, taking his hands off and even helping her sit up. “How are you? Was that too much?”

“No, no, I’m good.” Mitsuri took a deep breath and dried her eyes, trying to stop the after giggles that were still spilling out of her mouth. “Jeesh… are we even now?”

“If you ask me, we sure are.” Gyomei stood up, the corners of his mouth slightly twitching up. “I don’t know about your fellow culprits over there.”

As the Stone Hashira walked away, Mitsuri looked over at said culprits and seeing the playful sparks in both Sanemi’s and Tengen’s eyes was enough for her to know that it would probably be a good idea for her to run once again.

[lagingersnapz]

Some Rain Must Fall - (Fallout Fic) Chapter 15: Way Back Home

Chapter: 15/?

With everybody patched up, Lucy and Cooper finally get back to Vault 33.

Characters: Lucy MacLean/Cooper Howard(The Ghoul), Dogmeat(CX-404), Original Characters

Word Count: 4290

Warnings: Violence, Swearing

Author's Note: I thought I posted this like an hour ago. Whoopsies. I posted it now, though! We are so close to being caught up. It's kinda exciting honestly. Thank you to everyone who has been reading and such. I'm so happy to be sharing my story here.

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It felt like Cooper’s brain short-circuited for a second. How could she just pull off the shirt so casually? She hadn’t needed to; Cooper could have gotten to the wound if she had just pulled it up out of the way, but instead she’d removed the whole damn thing. His moment of stunned silence was broken by the not so subtle shudder that ran down her spine, and the whimper that stuck in her throat.

“Fuck, have you really just been walking around with this?” As Cooper approached Lucy, he focused on the injury, which had been opened again by the removal of the shirt, and was bleeding down into her waistband. He tried not to look at the way her shoulder’s sloped, looking both strong and delicate at the same time under the thin white straps of her bra, the muscles of her back or her shoulder blades, and definition in her arms. And he certainly didn’t see the way her waist tapered, or the way her skin looked like it would be so soft to the touch.

“It’s that bad, huh?” Lucy managed, and he heard the fake smile in her voice, even though he couldn’t see it with her back to him. “I thought it would be a good idea to pull the shirt off fast, like taking off a band-aid, but maybe that wasn’t such a good idea.”

Cooper reached out, putting a hand on her waist to hold her steady as he knelt down to get a better look at the injury in the dim light. The wound could have been a lot worse, considering she was the one who would have been impaled if he hadn’t noticed the deathclaw was still alive when he had, but it wasn’t pretty either. It stretched at an angle across most of her lower back, some edges jagged and others clean.

“Looks like it was bleeding worse than I thought,” Lucy said, and Cooper glanced up to see she was inspecting the shirt in her hands, which had thick, dark red blotches across it.

“Thinking you might need a couple stitches, Sweetheart.” Cooper was already digging through his saddlebags for his sewing kit, and Lucy turned to face him, her shirt still dangling from one hand. As he unrolled the bit of cloth, Lucy shuffled her feet a little.

“Is that clean?”

“Worked for me, didn’t it?” Cooper held up his hand, though it was gloved, and pointed his finger at her like it was a gun.

“I’ve been meaning to ask about that. I noticed you had another finger. Did you get yours from the Super Duper Mart, too?”

Cooper chuckled at the idea of walking into a supermarket and picking a new finger off the shelves like it was a pack of batteries. “Don’t tell me you haven’t recognized it?”

Lucy stared down at him, her eyebrows furrowed as she thought about what he said. Cooper gave her another grin and a chuckle as her eyes went wide. She dropped her shirt, reaching down and grabbing his hand to pull off the glove, and he let her inspect the finger stitched onto his hand.

“I- That’s- You-” Full sentences failed her and she looked between his face and his finger. Formally her finger, she clearly now realized.

“Well, now, don’t tell me you want it back. I noticed you got your own lovely little replacement.” Cooper shifted his hand so he could grip her hand lightly, turning it to observe the finger she had received in the Super Duper Mart. He’d noticed it right away when they started traveling together again, and had watched over time as the color had started to change from a deathly, necrotized grey to a more lively pink. Lucy’s mouth opened and closed several more times, giving her an appearance startlingly close to a fish out of water.

“If you’re waiting for an apology, Sweetheart, you’re gonna be waiting a long time.” He drew out the word ‘long’ to really drive the point home. And it was true. There was a lot he regretted, but their little exchange of fingers wasn’t one of them. Yeah, it would have been nice if that little bit of violence hadn’t happened, but that moment meant something to him. Something had happened to them right then, and even if he hadn’t fully figured out what it was, he knew he didn’t want to take it back. Neither did he want to give back this little piece of her that he now carried with him at all times.

“Why am I not surprised that you aren’t sorry for cutting my finger off,” Lucy finally managed to say.

Cooper chuckled. “You bit mine off first.”

The two of them looked at each other for a few heartbeats, Lucy looking down at him from where she stood, her hazel eyes clearly processing this new information. Cooper was still kneeling on the ground in front of her, looking up at her, watching her closely, the continued furrowing of her eyebrows, the slight pursing of her lips. Lucy held her hand out like she was waiting for him to put something in it, and Cooper’s expression shifted to one of confusion.

“I wanna look at that needle and thread before it’s used to sew me up, please.” She cocked her head to one side, waiting for him to hand it over. So, obligingly, Cooper rolled the cloth back up and put it in her hand. Clearly she was done talking about the finger right now, but Cooper was pretty sure it wasn’t the end of that discussion in the long term.

“Then I suppose we better figure out how we are gonna do this, ‘cause I don’t think you’ll wanna be standing for it. It ain’t gonna be like getting a finger cut off or anythin’, but it ain’t gonna feel good.” Cooper started to stand, reaching out and putting his hand briefly on her waist again as he did. There was no reason for it, he just wanted to, and for a second he let himself give in to the impulse. Lucy looked at him, and he wondered if she was about to tell him off for it﹘hell, someone should﹘but instead she just smiled, an almost secretive little smile, and turned away from him to go closer to the fire. The sun had finished setting while they spoke, and she examined the needle and thread by the light of the fire.

In the end, Cooper shrugged off his duster, laying it down on the ground close enough to the fire that they'd have its light to work by, but far enough that she wasn’t likely to have any stray sparks land on her back, since she was planning on leaving it bare. Lucy offered to use her blanket, but Cooper told her a little extra blood on his duster wasn’t gonna hurt as much as blood on her new blanket would.

“You ready?” Cooper asked, sitting at Lucy’s side while she lay on her stomach. Her face was turned towards the fire, and from where he sat he could just barely see the light flickering in her eyes. She nodded, folding her arms in front of her to rest her head on.

“Alrighty.” Cooper was as gentle as he could manage, but under his hand he felt her skin twitching, and her shoulders got tight. “Try and relax, Darlin’,” he said, pausing between stitches. He wished he could reach up and knead the tension out of her shoulders. Lucy nodded her head, but didn’t say anything.

“Gonna have a hell of a scar back here.”

“Another one for my collection,” Lucy said. “Seems to be growing really fast lately.”

Cooper smiled, though she couldn’t see it. “You got a favorite?”

This time Lucy chuckled a little bit. “A favorite scar? Let me think about it for a little bit.”

Cooper continued to work, trying to be fast and gentle and efficient. He was used to stitching himself up, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d worked on someone else. Once the stitches were in place, Cooper dabbed away the remaining blood with some of their clean water on a cloth, and put a little of the antibiotic ointment on the injury that she had put on his.

“C’mon, let’s get a bandage around it.” He helped Lucy to sit up so she wouldn’t pull at the stitches too hard, and she let him wrap the bandage around her. Dinner was a few Yum-Yum Deviled Eggs and some more water, and Lucy was uncharacteristically quiet the entire time. Cooper was just starting to get a little worried when she finally spoke up.

“I think I know which scar is my favorite,” she announced.

Cooper looked up from his deviled egg, raising a non-existent brow. “Is that why you’ve been so quiet?”

Lucy nodded, chewing at her own food for a second before answering. “Well, I mean, I’ve got plenty of them, and it’s not something I’ve ever thought about before.”

“Shit, I thought you were pissed off about something.”

“What? No,” Lucy said. “But I think I figured it out.” She scooted a little closer to him, like she was about to share an exciting secret, and Cooper smiled a little again. “So, you see this little scar on my hand?” She held out her right hand towards him, pointing to a scar between her thumb and pointer finger. “Remember the cool knife trick you did in A Man and His Dog ?”

Cooper snorted. “I think I see where this is going.”

“You absolutely do,” Lucy said cheerfully before continuing her story. “Anyways, Norm and I were watching when Dad wasn’t home one day, and he bet me that I couldn’t do the trick, so I figured I’d show him I could absolutely do it if I really set my mind to it.” She flexed her fingers, and once again Cooper’s eyes were drawn to the slightly necrotized trigger finger.

“And?” Cooper asked, no small amount of sarcasm in his voice. “Did you manage to pull it off?”

Lucy smiled proudly. “Eventually I did, but not that day. Dad was pretty angry at both of us. We also practiced being gun-slingers.” This time she mimicked pulling a gun from her belt and aiming it at Cooper. “Dad had the same model of revolver you used in The Man From Deadhorse, so we would use that. He never had any bullets around or we wouldn’t have been allowed to touch it, but he kept it in pretty good shape.” Her story started out with her usual level of pep, but by the time she finished her sentence, Cooper watched the excitement fade somewhat from her eyes, and she was looking into the flames rather than at her hand, like the fire might tell her all the answers to the questions plaguing her.

“Well, didn’t know I was in the presence of another gun-slinger, though I did notice you’re pretty handy with that weapon o’ yours,” Cooper said, keeping his voice light-hearted to try and pull her mood back up. “You’ll have to give me a demonstration of your skills once we get to your Vault.”

Lucy gave him an appreciative smile, then went to shift to pull her legs up under her chin, wincing when it undoubtedly pulled at her stitches and she abandoned the movement. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little excited to go back and see Norm and Steph. Things up here have been so chaotic, and even though I know things weren’t exactly what I thought they were there, it was still home for most of my life. I guess I’m hoping it still feels like home. If it doesn’t…” She trailed off, but Cooper understood where her mind had gone.

“Ah, come on, Sweetheart. No use worrying about things that aren’t in the cards for today. We had plenty else to put our minds to, and I think, all things considered, we came out of it okay. Or at least alive, anyways.”

Lucy took a deep breath, let it out, and then gave him another genuine smile. “I’ll drink to that.” She raised the canteen of water like she was giving a toast. “To coming out of it alive.” She took a deep drink and handed the canteen to Cooper.

“And to getting a nice new scar to show off,” Cooper added, taking his own drink. “Let’s avoid any more for awhile though, yeah? Least until these ones heal up.”

Lucy chuckled again. “Yeah, I could probably drink to that, too.”

***

When Lucy’s eyes opened in the morning, she questioned the wisdom of curling up next to Cooper. Not through any fault of his, but the angle she was reclined at was pulling at the stitches on her back, and she moaned softly in pain, the hand she had rested on his chest clenching into a fist. Before she could even move to alleviate the ache, Cooper’s eyes were open, and he was looking at her with something like concern.

“You alright there, Darlin’?”

“Yeah,” Lucy managed. “Think I’ve been pulling at my stitches a little, but I’m okay. Thanks for letting me use you as a heater again.” Sitting up, Lucy brushed her tousled hair out of her face, looking around their little campsite. Dogmeat was curled up on Cooper’s other side, and she was looking at Lucy like she was waiting to find out if they were getting up for the day.

“You gonna be good to move today?”

Lucy was surprised that he didn’t sound annoyed when he asked. Slowly, she pushed herself to her feet, finding the best way to move so that it hurt the least. As she did, Cooper stood, collecting his duster, which he had draped over them while they slept, and then reached out to help her stand. Lucy accepted the help gratefully, watching as he pulled on the duster afterwards, in particular the broad stretch of his shoulders.

“Why don’t you let me carry your bag for you today? You carried mine yesterday, but I’m feeling a whole hell of a lot better now than I was then, while you’re looking a little worse for wear.”

“Gee, thanks,” Lucy said, though she smiled as she said it. “Good to know I’m looking as bad as I feel.” She took a second to contemplate his offer. She could probably carry her own bag, and she knew that carrying a backpack and his saddlebags was awkward at best, but a little extra time for her back to heal wasn’t the worst prospect either. “You’re the one who had a hand through your stomach yesterday. Why are you treating me so delicately?”

“Well, hell, Sweetheart, if you’d like me to put a lasso ‘round your neck again, or maybe take one of your shoes, make you walk around with one bare foot like the good old days, you just let me know and I will be happy to oblige.”

The memory of the lasso around her neck was still a vivid one, though she wasn’t filled with the same kind of anger at the memory as she had been before. They’d moved past it, as far as she was concerned, though she wasn’t exactly looking to repeat the incident. Instead of answering, she picked her bag up from the ground and handed it to him as casually as she could manage.

Cooper took the bag in one hand, looking almost lazy as he did, a lopsided smile on his face that Lucy was happy to note wasn’t one of his fake ones, or his mean one. It wasn’t quite his ‘happy’ smile, either though. It was more… mischievous.

“I’ll take your silence as a ‘maybe later,’ then,” he drawled, and Lucy felt a little heat in her cheeks at the way he said it. Holy moly. What the heck kinda reaction was that?

They packed up their camp and were back on the road within the hour, and Dogmeat pranced around Lucy’s feet until she asked Cooper to stop so she could get the teddy bear they had brought with them from the Vault for the dog and gave it to her to carry around for a bit. Something about her steps seemed so much happier when she had the teddy with her, and it made Lucy happy to see.

As they walked and the day wore on, the terrain started to change, and Lucy started to smell the salt of what she knew was the ocean. The closer they got to her Vault, guided steadily on by her trusty PipBoy, the more nervous she felt herself getting. What were they going to find back at the Vault? Would it be the same as it was when she left? What had happened to the Raiders that survived the attack? Who was the Overseer now? Had Steph had her baby? How was Norman? How was Chet?

By the time Lucy and Cooper were following the coast back to the entrance to her Vault, Lucy’s nerves felt completely shot. They didn’t stop for lunch exactly, opting to pass a can of Cram back and forth and drinking water as they walked. Lucy was too lost in thought to attempt much in the way of conversation, and Cooper was characteristically quiet. Dogmeat made up for their lack of chatter by bouncing around them as they walked, running off ahead to wait for them, tossing around her teddy bear, and nudging at their hands to be pet.

Then, finally, there it was. Lucy stopped in her tacks as she saw the remains of the walls surrounding the entrance to her Vault. Cooper must have been chomping at the bit to get in there and find information about his family, so she was extremely grateful that he didn’t say anything or push her to hurry up. He simply stood next to her, a silent sentinel, while she gathered her thoughts, falling into step behind her when she finally made herself start moving again.

When they got to the door, Lucy took a steadying breath, then hooked her PipBoy up to the panel to open it. It took a moment before the door gave a screech and then a deep  groan and rumble like it was waking  up from a deep sleep. Lucy’s thoughts were thrown back several weeks to when she had left the Vault, hearing the sound of the outer door opening for the first time.

“You ready, Sweetheart?” Cooper’s voice brought her back to the present, and she nodded her head, starting forward as the door locked into its fully open position. They crossed into the entryway of the Vault and Lucy felt like she was going to cry. Home. She was home. It looked like nothing had changed, but she knew that everything had. Once they were in, she shut the door behind them, and the nearby elevator whirred to life. Who would be on it? Was Chet still a door guard? Would he be the one to greet them? How would she explain why she was coming back with this noseless cowboy rather than her father?

“Lucy?”

It wasn’t Chet that stepped off the elevator, flanked by two other members of Vault 33, but another guard who she barely knew by name.

“Hello, Cal.” Lucy offered them a bright smile, like she wasn’t dressed in strange clothes with a strange man and a strange dog at her back. Cal cast their eyes between the three of them, looking incredibly confused and more than a little bit suspicious.

“What’s going on,” Cal asked when the silence started to stretch a little too long. “Where’s your dad? Who is this?”

“Oh, this is a friend of mine, Wyatt. We came to talk to the Overseer about something really important.” Cal looked skeptical, so Lucy hurried to keep talking. “It’s related to finding my dad.” It wasn’t entirely untrue. Probably. “Who is the Overseer right now, anyways?”

Cal continued to look skeptical, but when she asked about the Overseer, their expression changed to one of exhaustion. “Oh, it’s a little hard to explain, Lucy.” They looked at Cooper a little more closely, and it was impossible to miss the uncomfortable way they squirmed at the sight of him, or the way the two other guards had their fingers ready to fire on him with their weapons if needed; not on the trigger, but closer than she would have liked.

“Can we please go in? I’d really like to see Norm. There’s a lot I need to talk to him about.”

“Well, of course you’re welcome, Lucy, but I just don’t know if I can let in your… ‘friend’ there,” they said, using her word from earlier to describe the ghoul at her back.

Lucy’s eyebrows came down in confusion. “What? Why not? I vouch for him. He’s fine.”

“Listen,” Cal shook their head, “a lot has happened while you were gone. I just don’t think I can let in a stranger right now. Once you talk to Norman I think you’ll understand. If it was your dad, that would be different. He was our Overseer, and he lived here like you… But we don’t know this…” they looked at Cooper, clearly trying to figure out how to refer to him, “gentleman,” they finally settled on.

Cooper scoffed, and although Lucy couldn’t see him behind her, she just knew he was opening his mouth to say something, and experience had taught her that whatever came out of his mouth was not going to help their situation, so she rushed to cut him off with the first thing she could think of.

“Well, Wyatt is family, so it’s okay to let him in,” she announced. Behind her, Cooper’s mouth shut with an audible click of his teeth.

Cal looked confused, leaning back a little bit. “Family? Lucy, he’s not from our Vault. How is he family?”

Lucy stepped back, looping her arm around Cooper’s and smiling as brightly as she could without it looking like as much of a lie as what was about to come out of her mouth. “Wyatt is my husband.”

Silence settled over the room, and behind Cal the other guards exchanged looks of confused disbelief. Cal’s mouth opened and closed again as they no doubt struggled to figure out what to say.

“Your husband? How? Lucy, you’ve only been gone for a few weeks.”

Lucy shrugged, though she didn’t release her hold on Cooper’s arm. “So? I married Monty the same day I met him, and he ended up being a Raider. At least I got to know Wyatt a bit first. But since he’s family, he gets to come in, right?”

Cal looked like they were not sure what to say, so Lucy interjected again.

“If you aren’t sure, maybe you should let us talk to whoever the Overseer is right now. Let them decide.”

“Shoot, Darlin’, you’ve been tellin’ me about how hospitable your Vault was, and here they ain’t even gonna let me in,” Cooper said, taking on the thick drawl he used when he was playing a role, and Lucy wanted to shake him by the shoulders and tell him to stop talking. Instead, she patted his arm, pretending to be placating.

“Yes they are, aren’t you, Cal?” She gave them a smile, and the closest to puppy-dog eyes as she could manage. If Cooper wasn’t going to try and make himself seem non-threatening, Lucy was going to have to do the work for both of them.

Sighing deeply, Cal pinched the bridge of their nose and then nodded resignedly. “Alright. I’ll take you to the Overseer. He can decide if your husband and dog can stay.”

“Thank you!” Lucy couldn’t keep the genuine relief out of her voice. Cal just nodded, and turned along with the other guards, leading them to the elevator. Lucy finally risked a glance up at Cooper’s face to find him looking down at her with a mix of amusement and confusion.

Not right now, Lucy mouthed to him, so Cooper shrugged, readjusted his saddlebags, and slipped his arm out of hers, slinging it around her shoulders instead. Then, together, they followed the guards into the elevator. Lucy had never experienced a more awkward silence in her life, and that was saying a lot. The longer the silence lasted, the more worried Lucy got. Cal had said a lot happened while she was gone. What exactly could have happened that would have been more than what happened before she left? Out of the corner of her eye, Lucy saw Cal discreetly reach out a hand to Dogmeat, who gave them a lick, and a smile spread over their face before they gave her a little pet.

As they left the elevator, Lucy looked around the halls of the Vault for signs of what could have happened, but nothing looked terribly different. They passed a few other people, who Lucy recognized, but none of them returned her smile and nod. Instead, all eyes were glued to the ghoul at her side. He hadn’t removed his arm from around Lucy’s shoulders, but she felt him getting more tense the further in they got.

By the time they reached the Overseer’s office, Lucy was getting worried about how tense he was. Cal knocked on the door, and when it slid open they all went inside. Lucy almost stumbled when she saw who was sitting behind the desk. Her jaw dropped, and at the same time the person sitting at the desk jumped to their feet, they both spoke.

“Lucy?!”

“Norman?!”

[kobedivision]

Amidst the darkness of the night looming over the city of Kobe, as quiet as the autumn’s wind, a certain vehicle with its color as black as the starless sky had finally made a stop in front of Sano residence. Once when an older man in a dark-colored suit walked out with something carried in his arms, he reached the front door and soon raised his hand about to ring the doorbell

…But was just being held back by a certain figure who somehow sneakily followed him out of the car.

“Whoopsie~ My dear Chishio-san, I suggest not to do that if I were you.”

The night was quite dark, so it was hard to describe the details of that mysterious figure tagging along with the seasoned assistant from Nara Division.

“And what did you expect me to do above just standing here and letting us freeze to death because there is no one out to retrieve our presents?”

Chishio scowled at his uninvited companion. However, being unbothered by the older man’s piercing glare, the figure beside Chishio was just letting out a soft chuckle. Grinning wide like one character from a certain children’s book, they pretended to put their only free hand near to their ear.

If one listened close enough, one would find some noise coming from the inside of the house. It was the noise of two people…busying themselves with some kind of activity. Well, for whatever sake. Let’s just not describe what they’ve heard there.

“Hmm~ Aren’t they seem a bit busy at this moment? Oh my~ If you didn’t hear it then how about I provide the exclusive dub for you? Aa—”

“No, stop your bullshit right there. Make any sinful voice of yours again and I might accidentally put a cap in your head for real.” 

Mercilessly cutting down his companion’s antics and ignoring their infectious giggles afterwards, Chishio’s mind went back to his own thoughts as he laid down the presents with a card saying ‘Happy Birthday’ into the mailbox not further away, in hope that the birthday owner will find them later in the morning. 

Inside the present box were the wireless elf earbuds and some sweet konpeito contained in the bottles.

After getting back to his car, Chishio then recalled the time when those weird children in his young master’s team said at one point that they wanted to relay their greetings to every division at least once. 

What a nonsensical fad. If they did the further investigation into some divisions, there were not only a few out there with somewhat vicious background. Maybe that one little shit he has encountered in Minato was right...

Even if he wasn’t the part of the official members, his existence was still needed for his young master’s team after all.

— Much, MUCH Later —

“Wake up, shithead.”

Kaiji grunted as he opened one eye, glaring up at his little brother as Nagisa stared down at him with a frown. Blinking his eyes, and now fully awake, the snow haired male sat up and stretched, not at all bothered by the satisfying ache in his body or the fact that his entire body from the neck down was covered in bruises, bite marks, scratches, and dried up blood amongst other…fluids. He also noticed that a blanket was covering his private area and that he was alone with the exception of Nagisa, it was then that it all came back to him, Touya visiting, the gifts, the pills, the sex, god, the sex was amazing.

Speaking of which…

“Where’s Touya?” Kaiji asked and Nagisa shoved the box in his lap, his eyebrow twitching as he glared at his brother.

“Back to Katsushika, you know he has a curfew and I had to wake him up to make sure he got back home in time, nearly had my fucking throat slit.” Nagisa grumbled, slightly sitting on the arm of the couch, Kaiji paid him no mind as he inspected the box in his lap. “Anyways, when I walked him to the door, that was waiting outside, it was from Nara, didn’t know you had fans over there.”

Kaiji scoffed, already opening the gift and pulling out the contents. “I have fans everywhere, dumbass, but this isn’t from a fan, it’s from the team in Nara, they’ve been making rounds in the other division, specifically on people’s birthdays, it’s a little weird but goddamn do they give some awesome gifts.” The white haired male popped a piece of konpeito in his mouth, humming delightedly at the flavor. Nagisa shrugged, somewhat disinterested. “Neat, I guess, also how many teams are in this competition? Seems like there’s a new city joining in every month.”

“I can’t tell you the exact number but there’s a lot and I heard that two more are planning to join next year.” Kaiji fiddled with the earbuds, seemingly not concerned with more competition.

“You don’t seem all that worried, aren’t you afraid of losing? The more teams that join, the harder it’ll be to determine a winner, if there’ll be one.”

Kaiji shrugged. “I personally could not give a shit. If everyone wants to claw and kill each other, then so be it, that’ll mean just less people to get in the way between my darling and I.”

There was a moment as Nagisa looked at his brother with an unreadable expression which caused Kaiji to frown and glare at him, ignoring the feeling of his skin crawling. “What.” The cosplayer called out. “What’s that look for?”

Nagisa looked away, mindlessly picking at his clothes. “It’s nothing…”

Thank you for the gift!

[archivebottles]

about to give 2013 me everything theyve ever wanted using my art skills to draw wtnv fanart in 2020

[cozymochi]

🖍

 🖍️ When did you start drawing? Do you remember?  

EVER SINCE I COULD HOLD A PENCIL since I’d draw on the walls 😂

But I guess the seriousness kicked in when I was ....8ish. I used to think it was 4 but I’m bad at math.

Because it may have been around 8 yrs old that the notion of always being told that “OH YOU DONT WANNA DO THIS ART THING. IT’S TOO HARD :/“ by my parents made child me salty and just hammer down harder on wanting to draw and hopefully make the crap I saw on tv.

It wasn’t until art seemed marginally profitable did I really get support from them tho ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ so kudos to my elementary school classmates for feeding my delusions until I actually learned something 😂😂😂 which...which i only REALLY did in highschool

[vecnawrites]

Penny’s Procreation Protocol

Another Patreon Reward! Don’t worry, these will be slowing down now, since I realized I made a massive whoopsie: I was posting August Rewards in August. When I hadn’t gotten the August pay yet. (Facepalm). So, next month will be more relaxed since the rewards for September won’t be posted until early October! Anyway, this one involves Penny getting some ‘upgrades’ and Yang and Nora taking advantage. Hope you enjoy!

Penny Polendina was a perfectly normal girl (hic!), thank you very much! Especially after her father had approved of her new bodily upgrades and they were installed into her body! She was now the proud owner of a fully functional penis (complete with testicles!), vagina, womb, and ovaries, and much larger breasts that came with the ability to lactate! Even better, pleasure circuits had been installed, allowing her to feel tactile sensation when they were touched!

Her father had dubbed it the ‘Procreation Protocol’. And it was to allow her to get closer to people without worry of them thinking her odd, even if perfectly normal girls (hic!) tended to only have a vagina, there were more than enough that had penises as well!

However, that didn’t mean that there weren’t...kinks. Ones that Penny, in all of her innocence and naivete, didn’t know about or understand...yet.

Her first inclination that something was amiss was when she needed to get dressed for class.

As she pulled her green silk panties up, the ginger-haired girl squeaked as her balls trembled as the silk rubbed over them, making the skin tighten, bolts of pleasure making her stop, quivering in place as the sudden intense sensation filled her body, red filling her cheeks as the conduits turned on and low heat suffused into them. Diagnostic information scrolled down her visual field.

Pleasure Circuits Heightened. Recommend Care When Moving. Penny blinked, but carefully pulled her panties up fully, shivering as the silk teased her body (thankfully, her vagina was completely covered and hidden away by her testicles).

However, Penny found the same issue happened with her bra. The circuits that acted like nerve endings in her new breasts lit up like fireworks on a night sky as she tried pulling her bra over them, her nipples swelling outwards in seconds and small beads of white fluid beginning to weep from the pink tops. Penny flushed as pleasure continued to build within her, her penis twitching and growing a bit in her underwear.

Further attempts only made her cock get harder and harder, and eventually, Penny had to toss her now ill fitting bra away with burning cheeks, residing to get Friend Ruby and ask for her help underwear shopping later.

Thankfully, her uniform top still fit her new dimensions, even if it was a bit strained and small spots were forming from her leaking milk...which were thankfully hidden by her uniform jacket, even if the resulting tightness only made her internal diagnostics blare more warnings at her!

Warning! Pleasure Circuits At 25%! Advisory Actions: Removal Of Pressure On Affected Areas!

Penny ignored the diagnostic readout, knowing that was no excuse for missing class, and perfectly normal girls like her (hic!) couldn’t miss classes over such a simple thing as ill fitting clothing items!

Taking some careful steps, Penny made her way out of her room and towards her first class of the day: Grimm Studies with Professor Port.

~

Penny shifted uncomfortably, pressing her legs together in a vain attempt to keep her cock from growing any harder. Warnings were going off one after another on her visual heads-up display, but she was ignoring them and attempting to focus on the class...despite the fact that she knew the actual material already, having it downloaded into her brain. So, she was certain that the next few hours were going to be very boring…

Oh, how little Penny knew…

~

Penny blinked rapidly, shifting and accidentally hitting her breasts against the edge of the desk, sending a flare of warning across her HUD and making her optics cross, barely noticing the two forms sliding into the seats on either side of her and boxing her in.

As the pleasure faded, she glanced to see that both Friend Ruby’s older sister Yang was sitting on one side of her, while Friend Nora was on her other side, both of them smiling widely and leaning towards her. She failed to notice the wicked intent of the returning smiles of her friends.

Shaking a bit, Penny plastered a smile on her face. “H-Hello, Friends!” H-How a-are y-you do-doing t-today?” she forced out through a stutter, hoping that they didn’t notice anything odd.

“We’re doing wonderfully, Penny~” Yang said, leaning towards her and placing her hand on Penny’s knee, Nora following and touching her fellow ginger-haired girl’s other knee. Both stroked her synthetic skin with their thumbs. “Yeah, things are great~” Nora purred.

“We couldn’t help but notice something interesting~!” Penny was unable to stop the pair as they pulled her legs open and apart. Her cheek servos flooded with heat and the small red LED’s turned on again as her skirt tented, her cock popping halfway out of her panties, though she was thankfully still covered.

“That you suddenly have a nice, yummy cock~” Nora purred out, her hand sliding up Penny’s thigh, along with Yang’s on the other side, slipping underneath Penny’s plaid skirt and snagging the elastic of her panties and beginning to tug on them, pulling them down.

Penny’s mind whirled, wondering why her two friends were doing this, while trying to press her rear end more firmly onto the chair so her panties wouldn’t move. She couldn’t afford to be disrobed by anyone! Perfectly normal girls (hic!) wouldn’t allow their panties to be removed in class, even if the ones removing them were their friends!

Penny’s eyes widened as twin hands moved up and slapped her covered breasts, sending her pleasure circuits into overdrive, making her go completely still, bright green eyes wide and mouth clenched shut to avoid making noise...although a squeak eeped out, unbidden, the wet spots on her chest spreading outwards.

“Someone’s sensitive~” Nora giggled as she and Yang tugged, the silken panties she wore sliding down her thighs and catching on Penny’s knees, but the pair edged them over and shoved them down the ginger-haired android’s legs, leaving her bare beneath the shirt...which popped up as her erect penis sprung free from its bindings, bobbing and twitching in the air of the room.

Penny opened her mouth, only to freeze as their hands suddenly moved, cupping her new genitalia and stroking it gently, Nora’s hand wrapping around her penis, and Yang’s hand cupping her balls and stroking and rolling them in her hand.

Warning alarms blared in her head as her internal diagnostics went haywire, her body shuddering at the massive influx of pleasure shooting through her circuits.

She heard her friends whispering, but it was hard to stay focused as she received warning after warning that she was about to ejaculate...only for them to suddenly stop. She couldn’t stop the whine this time, making both of her friends smirk at Penny. “Come on, Pen-Pen, let’s ditch~” Nora cooed.

~

“Hah...hah...ah…” Penny panted as she stood naked under the spray of the shower, Yang and Nora next to her, squished together. Yang was pressed flush behind her, her hands cupping and squeezing and toying with Penny’s breasts, watching her milk squirt out, while Nora was crouching in front of her, happily fondling her cock, balls, and occasionally slipping behind the plump pouch and rubbing her pussy.

Penny was paralyzed by the immense pleasure that her friends gave her by only teasing her with her hands, giving her great pleasure that she had never felt before...but never letting her cum. They always stopped before she orgasmed.

“Oooh~” Nora giggled, watching Penny’s thick shaft twitch and quiver, slinging strings of precum across the wall, floor, and her shoulder and arms. It smelled heady, and she licked her lips, leaning forwards to take a taste…

Crack! Nora squealed as Yang’s hand lashed out and slapped one of her tits, causing it to smack against her other one, making her shake from the unexpected pleasure before she pouted up at a scowling Yang, red faced and panting. The blonde shook her head making the plump ginger-haired girl pout harder.

Yang pressed her cock (bigger than Penny’s, but with less girth) against Penny’s rear. “You know something, Penny?” she hummed as she toyed with the young woman’s leaking tits (she was still miffed that she now had the smallest pair between the three of them!), plucking and pulling at the androids nipples, loving the myriad of emotions that flowed over her face. “Nora and I found ourselves in something of a rut recently~ And you fit the bill to fix that~”

Nora giggled, picking up where Yang left off, “After all, bringing another in only spices things up! Not to mention, think on how good it would feel~” she cupped Penny’s heavy balls and trailed a single finger along the underside of her shaft, watching the android’s legs tremble with glee, “Impaling me on your cock, while Yang fucks you with her own?”

Penny whined loudly. She had been too polite to ask her friends to stop touching her, but this-this was too much! Warnings blared across her HUD wildly, one after another, her pleasure circuits overloading at the constant teasing that she had been enduring over the last hour (Seventy-Seven Minutes, to be precise), and her body was on the brink!

Unknown to Penny, a small piece of programming connected to her new reproductive systems flickered on, and was running in the background. Her breasts bounced as she jerked and writhed in Yang’s and Nora’s holds, her eyes flickering and glitching...before turning from their normal emerald green color to a bright purple.

Unbidden, her mouth moved. “I’m Copulation Ready~♥♥!” her voice came out as a seductive, sultry croon rather than her normal, cheerful tone of voice, pulling small laughs from her new lovers as they shifted, feeling the tip of Yang’s shaft against her sensitive pussy, and staring into Nora’s impish eyes, their breasts squished together, and the tip of her own penis pressed against Nora’s plump, moist pussy lips.

“Good~” Yang purred, before she struck, thrusting into Penny with great force, pushing the shorter red-haired girl forwards...and making her cock slide into Nora’s slippery pussy.

Nora and Yang shared a grin as Penny quivered between them, purple eyes wide with shock, before they moved.

Penny was stuck between them, warning after warning flaring one after another as Yang and Nora fucked her from both sides, Yang claiming her pussy with her long cock like she owned it, while Nora flexed and moved her pussy along her fellow redhead’s cock as if she was milking it.

Penny was frozen, overloaded with pleasure, shrill warnings chirping in her head about the dangers of the amount of over stimulation she was experiencing, but there was nothing to be done. All she could do was tremble between them and be lost among the flood, barely clinging onto herself...although when both Yang and Nora began to play with her breasts, her grasp on reality was lost and she was swept fully away by the pleasure.

A keening wail escaped Penny’s lips as she finally came, her new pussy clamping down and her testicles pulsing, ejecting their payload into Nora...although despite the fact that she was coming hard, Yang and Nora had far more control and sexual stamina, and continued fucking Penny, not giving her a moment’s rest.

Finally, Penny slumped boneless, supported only by their grip, mumbling, “Cock...pussy...cum...fuck me...break me...make me your breeding toy...your little loving dildo…” the pair smiled at the fact that they had gotten the best toy they could ever ask for: a fully functional sexbot! And best of all, the only maintenance necessary was a nice fucking at least once a day!

A small price to pay, but one that the two would happily pay for sure. It wasn’t as if any of them had any complaints, after all!

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Notting Hill AU Snippet #6

When they finally leave her brother's house, Lena is simultaneously exhausted and wired. Exhausted, because even a good time takes it out of her, and yet wired because the world's most famous woman is right next to her on the sidewalk, nudging shoulders as they walk down the block. It makes for a heady combination, which is the only reason at all that Lena finds herself rising to Kara's challenge of climbing over a wrought iron gate to the garden beyond.

"For the record," she huffs, struggling to find purchase with her bare hands, "I am not dressed for this-- whoopsie daisy!"

What the FUCK did she just say?

"What did you just say?" Kara echoes, her smile audible in the dark.

"Nothing," Lena brushes off as she resets. "Just, trying to get a decent foothold-- whoops!"

She slips again, and this time Kara laughs, the sound loud and musical. "You said whoopsy daisy. Like some mid-century housewife--"

"You keep distracting me!"

"From what? Another whoopsy daisy?" Kara nudges her aside, dusting off her hands. "Step aside, miss priss. Watch the professional work."

Lena obeys, turning her head aside to avoid her nose brushing a very toned, very firm ass as Kara shimmied her way up and over the fence in one try. Lena's mouth goes dry at the smoothness of the motion, and the way Kara's arms strain against the slim cut of her blouse.

Kara may be an actress, but she's clearly no waif.

The woman in question grins at her from the other side of the fence. "You know, you say you're not intimidated by a silly rule, but I think there may be some subliminal hangups..."

Lena scowls. "Oh, like hell."

Boots scrabbling against the fenceposts, Lena hauls herself up through sheer willpower alone. By the time she lands on her feet on the far side, Kara has disappeared further into the garden. With a quiet curse, Lena brushes herself off and straightens her hair before trotting after her.

"Wow..." Kara breathes when Lena catches up. "It's like it's own little world in here."

Lena watches her observe the garden, noting the way her eyes sparkle in the faint light trickling in around them. The field they stand in is lush beneath their feet, and even in the dark the scent of fragrant flowers fills the air.

Kara makes her way over to a bench, and reads the inscription on. "To June, who sat on this bench every day. From John, who always sat beside her."

Lena smiles at the sentiment, and the way Kara's voice softens as she reads it. It's beautiful, and she says so.

"I guess some love does last forever," Kara remarks, half to herself. She sits on the bench, smoothing her hands across the wood as if to ask its owners for the privilege. After a moment, she notices Lena watching. "Come sit with me."

Lena does, and they spend the night with Kara's head on Lena's shoulders, looking at the stars.

---

The next night, they go on a proper date. Or at least they try to, except Lena can't find her glasses and Querl is absolutely no help in finding them, so she watches the entire movie through the prescription lenses of her snorkel mask.

Luckily, it only makes Kara laugh, even if it earns Lena a couple handfuls of popcorn in her hair from being pelted. Afterwards, Lena takes them to her favorite sushi restaurant, and makes a show of ordering in Japanese.

"Arigato gozaimasu," she finishes, handing over her menu. When she looks across the table at Kara, she's pleased to see she's impressed.

"Now how did you learn Japanese if you've never traveled?"

Lena shrugs. "I may have dated a few travelers in my day."

"Uh huh," Kara deadpans. "What else did they show you?"

Looking up, Lena lets a lascivious grin curl her lips. "Maybe I'll get to show you."

Lena revels in the fluster that marks Kara's acceptance of the sake that comes a moment later, and marks the red blush that heats under tan skin. The conversation shifts away, but continues, and Lena lets it, content with the impact she's made.

As the meal winds down, they linger a little bit, trading information they haven't shared yet.

"What's the one place you want to go, above all others?" Kara asks.

Lena sighs. "I don't know." Kara looks at her suspiciously, and Lena lifts her hands. "I could give you the same tripe I give any customer in my shop, but the truth is, the idea of travel has never really been the destination for me."

Kara looks surprised at that. "Oh?"

With a hum, Lena nods. "For me, it's always been more about who you're traveling with. And for a while there, I thought I had someone, but she never wanted to go anywhere. In the end, it turned out she just never wanted to go anywhere with me."

It still aches. Her split with Veronica had been so sudden, it split Lena's entire entire world apart. It had been bad enough to learn that Veronica had well and truly checked out of their relationship long before she ended it. To hear that Veronica had never really been in it in the first place had--

"Then she's an idiot," Kara says, bringing Lena out of her thoughts back to the present day. She reaches across the table, and links their fingers together. "And it's her loss."

Lena forces a grin. "Funnily, that's exactly what my therapist said..."

A round of raucous table from the table behind them drowns out whatever else she might have said. Glancing over, Lena registers a group of young to middle aged men in suits-- likely stock brokers, in this part of town. They were rowdy even when they came in, but now--a round of sake later-- they're downright obnoxious.

The next one who speaks doesn't bother to mind his words or his volume.

"Give me Kara Danvers any day."

Kara meets Lena's eye across the table, rolling her eyes as his buddy chimed in.

"Didn't like her last film. Fell asleep as soon as the lights went down."

"Don't care what the films like-- if it's got Kara Danvers, it's fine by me. I mean, have you seen that ass."

Lena's jaw clenches. Kara's hand slips away, as does her gaze.

"Oh hell yeah," another one continues. "And you know she's just begging for it. Never wonder how she got that gig in Dirty Dancing, did you?"

"It sure as hell wasn't because she could dance!" They all laughed. Lena shifts in her seat, blood boiling, but Kara catches her eye, shaking her head no. Too late.

Lena rises to her feet and marches to the offending table. "Excuse me, boys, but every single person in this restaurant can hear you. And while I'm perfectly happy to watch you reveal yourselves to be the absolute cunts you are, I take exception to the fact that you're talking about a very real person in the process."

The table stares at her, shocked.

"You." Lena glares at the worst offender. "Does your mother know you debase women with the same mouth you use to kiss her on the cheek? How about your girlfriend, though I find it incredibly doubtful you've managed to shag anyone with that kind of charm."

Kara tugs on Lena's arm, trying to pull her away. Lena almost goes, but turns back at the last minute, nearly colliding with the server hurrying in with the table's paid check.

"Actually, I'm not finished. Until each and every one of you learns a woman's favorite song, color and five year goal, you sure as hell don't get to wonder what flavor condom she prefers, you got it?" Her gaze lands on the platinum credit card in the ticket tray, and smirks in triumph when she sees it's a corporate card.

"And I'm sure that Lord Holdings will be thrilled to hear all about how their employees behave while they're out eating on the company's dime."

At that, the man she'd skewered a moment ago finally recovers enough to scoff. "Hah, and what do you care? What are you, her sister?"

"Actually," Kara speaks up, coming to stand beside Lena. "She's my date."

Dead silence follows as every single one of them registers who exactly is speaking. Finally, one of them tries to sputter an apology, but Kara waves it off.

"Oh, no, don't worry about it. I'm sure it was just joking between friends, just as I'm sure your dicks are the size of peanuts. Enjoy your dinner!"

With that, Kara turns away, snagging Lena's hand as she does. Allowing herself to be towed away, Lena flips them the vee and grins, then joins Kara in trotting out of the restaurant.

As soon as they hit the street they both start to cackle, drawing stares as they laugh maniacally. Lena's heart is pounding, as is Kara's, judging from the way she holds a hand against her chest.

"Oh, my god... I-- I've never done that before!" Kara laughs. "I don't know what came over me!"

"What, standing up for yourself? You're a natural!"

"No, you were amazing! I dunno, I just heard you and I saw you facing off against them all alone, and I just-- did that! I just did that!"

Kara laughs again, and Lena tugs her closer by the hips. Pressing a kiss to her lips, Lena smiles at her. "It looks good on you," she purrs. "You should do it more often."

Kara smiles back at her, rubbing her thumbs on the ridges of Lena's hips. "Maybe I will."

Lena could kiss her again, but Kara steps back, tugging them back in the direction of the hotel. "Walk me home?"

The walk back is spent in comfortable silence, but as they near the marquee of the Ritz, Lena's heart starts to pound for a whole new reason when Kara turns to her. "Wanna come up?"

Lena nods. "Yeah. I'd like that."

Kara gives a small of relief, and smiles. "Good. Give me five minutes."

The next five minutes are the longest of Lena's life. But she waits them, hands jammed into her pockets, and counts every second before finally allowing herself to head up to the room.

When she knocks, she isn't entirely sure what to expect. A robe, maybe, left open to reveal tantalzyingly firm abs. Matching lingerie, even, to match Kara's eyes.

What she doesn't expect is Kara fully clothed with panic in her eyes.

"You've got to go," Kara whispers.

Lena freezes, but keeps her smile in place. "Why?" she whispers back.

"Because my boyfriend, who was in America, is in fact here in the next room."

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[robinofinashiro]

request: “yandere alphabet Bakugou Katsuki”

request status: open

pairing: yandere! bakugou katsuki x fem! reader 

A - Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

》 Bakugou is based off actions, not words. THAT’S NOT TO SAY THAT HE WOULDN’T LOVE YOU VERBALLY BUT he would prefer to show you rather than speak it. 

B - Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

》 this is Bakugou we’re talking about, he already does the most in a non-yandere situation so imagine for the love of his life? he’d go to the ends of the world for and he’d do it the minute they asked. 

C - Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

》 okay so logically speaking, you’re probably going to go against him when you first get napped so yeah, he’d make sure you’d know that you’re his forever and he’d 100% mock the death of a loved one to make sure you got the point. YOU. ARE. NOT. LEAVING. HIM.

D - Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

》 affection? like previously mentioned, he is more actions than words so he will force you to cuddle with him if he had a hard day at work. kisses after work are a thing he makes you do too. forced physical affection is a big one with him.

E - Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

》 once he’s realized that he cracked you enough, enough to the point where you’ve developed stockholm syndrome, that’s probably the breaking and vulnerable point. he’ll lay all his thoughts, past, future plans, and anything else to you. i mean, it’s not like you’re going anywhere. 

F - Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

》 Bakugou is PISSED. especially if you’re doing it after months of being kidnapped. he doesn’t understand why? you literally have the best life. you’re clothed, fed, pampered every second that you’re with him so why are you being such an ass? 

G - Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

》 I can imagine there are a few yandere MHA characters that would think of this as a game. Bakugou is not one of those. you’re his. whether you like it or not and if he sees that you’re trying to escape, he will punish you for doing that and god damn it, that aint the move.  

H - Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

》 either punishment after they’ve broke a rule of his or right when he first kidnaps them. both situations are very very bad and as a darling, don’t ever try to experience those situations again. it wouldn’t end up being a good thing for you. 

I - Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

》 white fence house with kids. basically being a housewife. oh, you were thinking of becoming a hero? yeah, okay! let’s keep thinking that and for a while, you will but then you suddenly end up pregnant bc the condom broke! whoopsie! 

J - Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

》 VERY EASILY. if the two of you somehow leave the house together and he sees you talking to man, oh pal, you’re in for it. it doesn’t matter if you were just talking to a poor salesperson at the grocery store, he’ll whisper a warning that if you ever pull that shit again, your privileges are taken away. 

K - Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

》 he’s very affectionate. like an arm around your waist at the store and peck on the cheek if he sees someone is staring at you. it becomes doubled or even tripled at home. he’s constantly cuddling, kissing, or holding you.  

L - Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

》 um, he’ll court you for a bet. go all out. buy you flowers, chocolates, a very expensive gift an anniversary, and all that jazz. he’ll make sure that you feel loved very early on in the relationship. 

M - Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

》 yes and no. yes because he gets very easily jealous and no because he has a reputation to uphold. he’s King Explosion Murder. he doesn’t do that fluffy shit willingly in public. 

N - Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

》depending on what you did, it could range from a simple locked in your room for a few hours to you’re not eating unless he remembers and when he does, he’ll give you the bare minimum. 

O - Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

》 like previously mentioned, it depends. he won’t let you have any cell phone or phone privileges. he will try to keep you as healthy as possible so hospital, dentist, vision appointments are a thing but he won’t take you to the mall or visit family. you do get to watch TV tho!! 

P - Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

》 ironically, very patient with his darling. he’ll try to rationalize the things you’re first doing when he kidnaps you but after a while, if you’re still doing shit to piss him off, he’ll get irritated very quickly. 

Q - Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

》 HAAAAA. yeah right. whatever the case is, he won’t. if you died, he’d go right with you. if you leave or successfully escape, he’ll look for you until the day he dies or he finds you. you aren’t escaping him that easily. 

R - Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

》 yes and no. at first, he recognizes that his emotions towards you are not healthy and will try to step away from you but once he realizes that he can’t live without you, he’ll come to accept the emotions. 

S - Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

》 probably his past with Deku and his relationship with his mom. whichever side eats him up the most is probably the reason but it’s probably both tho. he won’t ever fully forgive what he did and said to Deku as a child and his very off relationship with mom will just seal the deal. 

T - Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

》 at first, hella shitty. he’ll sit and realize that he’s the reason why you’re so upset but after a while, he starts caring less. if he sees you crying/screaming, he’ll leave you alone for a few hours but come and get you a bit later. if you’re isolating yourself intentionally, he’ll show you what true isolation is. he won’t have you misbehaving in such a way. 

U -Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

》 probably not. he’s very much the stereotypical yandere. if anything, he’ll probably give you a few hours outside with him. he can’t have you going sick bc you aren’t outside. other than that, nope, he’s the classic yandere.  

V - Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

》 pregnancy or anything that has to do with your health. that’s the best time to tell someone about the situation and RUN. 

W - Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

》 fuck no baby. he might be cruel and irrational but he wouldn’t ever physically hurt them. he has to keep you the precious darling you are and how can he do that when you’re hurt, bruised, and broken? he’s more of a psychological, ‘I’ll fuck with your brain and mental health’ person. 

X - Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

》 he’ll do the most in the very beginning. he’ll become a simp. a huge simp. the good thing in all of that is that he’s very secretive with it so he can do it without really anyone realizing it. he’ll shower you in compliments and gifts. do not test this man. 

Y - Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

》 probably a few months. he doesn’t wait too long though. I think the thing that keeps him back a bit is the fact that he knows his feelings aren’t okay. those aren’t normal emotions and he will sit back and think of the actions that come with becoming a yandere. so give or take, he’ll keep himself back for roughly four-ish months. 

Z - Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

》 mentally yes, physically no. he’s all about the psychology of it all. if he can break your mental health and can realize that you’re on the verge of snapping and becoming his perfect darling, he’ll try his hardest to break you. like previously mentioned, he can’t physically bring himself to hurt you. he gets upset at himself and that’s something nobody wants to deal with.