#im worried I might just say something and yer

[0venatrix]

So the thing is I’m a lot less scared if things, but instead of becoming anxiety riddled I just get mad.

[lehguru]

CALLING THEM MY LOVE + CHAINSAW WOMEN

characters: makima, power, quanxi, asa, kobeni

warnings: not proofread; reader uses she pronoun and wears a bra in quanxi's, gender neutral on everyone else; slightly suggestive in quanxi's (im h-word for her ok) + requests are open ! check pinned post for requesting rules

makima loves to hear you use pet names with her. whenever any soft nickname leaves your lips, she smirks and gives you a side look, chuckling gently at your behavior. "my love, what do you think of this?" you say, showing her a picture of a dish on your phone. 'we could try it, my love', she chuckles again and shakes her head softly. (she will keep thinking about how you're the only person she will ever allow to treat her like that)

at first, power doesn't really get that you're calling her when you say a pet name. "my love, can you take a shower? aki called me to complain about it." her face turned so red, you thought she got embarrassed about not cleaning up, but the finger that she pointed at you made all your assumptions fly through the window. 'topknot is your love?! what the hell! yer supposed to be mine! mine, you hear me!' you giggle at her behavior and explain that's a soft name you decided to call her by, not aki. she immediately sits on your lap with a pout and 'yeah, it better be'

quanxi looks at you like a predator looks at its pray as soon as any sweet name leaves your lips. you're one of her girlfriends, but you always seemed to have more of her attention; so when you noticed her eyes on you, for what seemed the tenth time that day, you smiled and said: "my love, do you need something?". she groaned and threw her head back, motioning for you to come closer. as you started to walk up to her, she brought her head up again, just to stare at you with an hungry eye. she pulled you to sit on her lap, her hands quickly making their way up to unbutton your bra. 'i was just lookin' at what is mine, but... since you asked, i might as well take something, right?'

asa chokes on thin air if you use even the most simple nickname while talking to her. "my love, will you go hangout with denji today?" you asked, your eyes focused on taking notes for your next test. your head immediately snapped up when you heard the sound of your girlfriend choking, her hand resting against her chest. you tried to go closer, but the hand on her chest came forward to stop you from doing so. 'w-wait! what— what did you just called me?' after a moment to bring herself together, she gave you a quick hug. 'y-yeah, i'm going to meet up with denji today.... ho-honey'

kobeni starts crying. honestly, she starts crying whenever you show any kind of love or softness towards her. hearing that her brand new car recently got destroyed, you called her up to see if she was okay. "don't worry, my love! you know i'm here for you, right?" her voice was already a little emotional, but as soon as those words entered the speaker, you heard her start sobbing loudly on the other side. you were about to ask her to not cry over her car, but she cried out something that stopped you from doing so. 'y-you lobe me?!'

2023 © content belongs to lehguru, but the characters used on them belong to their respective creators!!

[dragonnarrative-writes]

GhostGaz Week - sweet talk // missed connection

I'm so so so excited to have participated in @ghostgazweek this year! It's the first time I've done an event like this and it's brought me so much joy. To everyone who has read and commented on my work this week, thank you! I'm so excited to play with some of these concepts some more.

CW: Relationships between coworkers, mutual pining, front of house/back of house relations, Phillip Graves (derogatory), kissing, a taste of dirty talk

“Takin’ my ten,” Kyle tells his manager, pulling his phone from his pocket. Price nods, waving him off and assigning Kyle’s tables to Alex and Nova. He swings into the kitchen with an absent wave as he checks his messages and steps out back.

“’M no’ sayin’ ye have’ t’ declare yer love in front o’ the whole bloody team.”

Kyle perks up at the sound of Soap’s voice, but back-of-house gossip is going to have to wait while he tries to figure out what his off-again situationship is complaining about now. Or not - the meltdown in his messages is not worth dealing with. Just as he’s about the round the corner though, the growl of Simon’s voice freezes him.

“That’ll do, Soap.”

Kyle has to bite his lip to keep from gasping. Simon isn’t the head chef - that’s Farah - but he might as well be her right hand. He’s the glue of the weekend dinner rush. Level headed no matter what, rarely raises his voice above a raspy muttering, huge hands that Kyle has seen split an apple in half without a hint of visible effort. Whoever he dates is going to be envied by the entire front of house. Partially because he’s bloody gorgeous. But partly because he’s just the perfect man.

“Nae, yer gonna listen t’me,” Soap insists. “I promise, ‘e’s interested.”

“’E’s not,” Simon says. “Already tried flirtin’ wit’ ‘im. No dice.”

“Leavin’ a note wit’ yer phone number - in a pile of other notes with phone numbers - is no’ flirtin,” Soap says, and Kyle can imagine the despair on his face just from the tone of his voice. “Do you ken ‘ow many o’ those damn notes ‘e gets in a night?”

“Exactly. And he’s got a bird.”

“They broke up last week,” Soap hisses. “She’s shacking up with her ex.”

Kyle would snicker at how close he sounds to pulling his hair out but…

Kyle’s situationship ended last week. Because she moved in with her ex and Kyle doesn’t want to go through that roller coaster, again. And Kyle’s the flirt on shift, so he gets the most notes and phone numbers on receipts…

“’E’s got better prospects,” Simon says. Kyle hears the flick of a lighter. “Gorgeous, competent, charismatic? Kyle could have anyone.”

“And ‘e wants you, ye daft fucker,” Soap groans. “Steamin’ Jesus the two of ye. Just fuckin’ tell ‘im.”

“Tell you what,” Simon grumbles, muffled by his cigarette. “If he comes out here before my break’s done, I’ll tell ‘im.”

“Then ah’ll go in an- Oh you mother fucker! 30 seconds?”

Simon sounds amused when he says, “Tick tock.”

Kyle probably couldn’t ask for a better dramatic entrance, so he rounds the corner with a, “What’d I miss?”

Soap yelps and clutches at his chest like an old woman. Leaning against the wall, Simon looks about as surprised as he ever does, which means there’s a hunted look around his eyes, but he mostly looks tired and resigned. He settles into his thousand yard stare and takes a long drag.

“Gaz-bear!” Soap exclaims. He circles behind Kyle and shoves him forward. “Simon has something to tell you that is of a very personal nature. Do not let him distract you with talk about the kitchen! I love both of ye and ah’m tellin’ Price to fire both of ye if ye don’t talk!”

And then he’s slamming back into the kitchen, leaving Simon and Kyle alone in the alley.

He could play coy, but Kyle’s a bit giddy. “You like me, Simon?”

Simon grunts, contemplates his cigarette as he says, “Wondered ‘ow much of that you ‘eard. But don’t worry, I’ll keep professional.”

“God no.” Kyle can’t imagine anything wants less. “Tell me when you wrote me that note.”

“Dunno," Simon shrugs. "6 weeks after that shit with Graves?”

Two years ago, before Price took over, Phillip Graves had been the manager. He’d been a nightmare, harassing hostesses and firing anyone who dared to point out he was bad at his job. After the tenth straight day of a front of house person running into the kitchen to cry, pursued by Graves himself, Simon had had enough.

“I c’n make this a much more hostile working environment if tha’s what we’re aimin’ for.” The big beautiful bastard had shoved his knife a good quarter inch through a cutting board. The reverberation of the blade had rung through the painfully silent kitchen. All of the back of house looked to Farah for direction. She'd looked at Simon. Kyle, Nova, Alex, and the girl they’d been consoling by the fridges had all held their breath.

“I could fire you,” Phil spat.

“You won’t. You fuck with this kitchen, you’re losing your job,” Simon had answered. The fact that he had looked and sounded bored had scared and aroused Kyle in equal measure. “So ‘ere’s what’s going to happen - Keller and Garick are supervisors now. Pay them like it. You got a problem with front o’ house, you talk to them. Another girl comes runnin’ in here, then I‘m coming out there an’ you and I are ‘avin’ words.”

Graves had sputtered, looked around at everyone gathered, then spun on his heel and left.

Three months later, he’d gone missing. Two weeks after that, Price had arrived, greeting Farah and Simon like old friends and preparing to make the restaurant the best Kyle had ever worked at.

What did it say about Kyle that rumors that Simon had gotten rid of Graves for good only made him more attractive?

“That was more than a year ago,” Kyle says, sidling his way under Simon’s arm and leaning into him. Kyle’s not a short man, but Simon is tall and broad and warm under his work tee. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Simon takes another drag, and looks down at Kyle out of the corner of his eye. “I’m not exactly dating material. And you had a bird.”

“I would have dumped her in a heartbeat,” Kyle admits, startled when Simon barks a surprised laugh. “I would have! Fuck, I could have been sneaking out here with you for seven months? I’ll break up with her again right now.”

“Fuckin’ ‘ell,” Simon laughs, smashing his cigarette into the wall and dropping the butt into flower pot turned butt bin. He doesn’t move his arm from around Kyle’s shoulders.

“We’re dating now,” Kyle declares. “We’re boyfriends.”

“Movin’ kinda fast,” Simon points out.

“I’ve been in love with you for more than a year. Catch up,” Kyle dismisses. “My lease is up in four months, and I’m movin’ in with you. Now kiss me.”

Simon doesn’t hesitate. His lips are just the slightest bit rough. He smells like cigarettes and spices, and he turns to bracket Kyle against the wall. One large hand finds it’s way to the small of Kyle’s back to pull him in and press their hips together.

“Fuck,” Simon growls when Kyle moans against his mouth. “Pretty, pushy thing. Gonna be this demanding all the time, Gorgeous?”

“I have a lot of time to make up for,” Kyle groans, nibbling kisses along his jaw. “You should let me blow you.”

“Oh, should I?” Simon’s rumbling laugh sends shivers down his spine. “Should let Farah and Price catch you choking on my cock?”

Well, if Kyle was half-hard before, he’s rock hard now. “God, yeah, let me.”

“Not yet,” Simon growls, and that yet sends sparks flying through Kyle’s veins. His next kisses are just this side of too rough, tongue and teeth making Kyle’s lips so sensitive. Finally, he pulls himself away to pant into Kyle’s ear, “Let me take you on a date, huh, Gorgeous? Let me take you out, wine and dine you. Wanna know all about you, wanna talk about something other than work for more than five minutes. Then I’ll take you home and lay you out. Kiss you all over, suck that gorgeous cock of yours, yeah?"

“Jesus,” Kyle hisses. He tries to rock his hips into Simon’s, but strong hands hold him back. “Yeah, okay, yeah. Kiss me again.”

Simon laughs, dips down to give Kyle another closed-mouthed kiss. “Gotta head back in.”

“No,” Kyle pants. “Kiss me again.”

Simon growls into the next kiss and shifts to press his whole front into Kyle. When he pulls back, he presses a thumb against Kyle’s lips. “Be patient, Gorgeous. Gotta get through work tonight.”

He knows he’s pushing it, but, “…kiss me again.”

Simon’s lips are achingly gentle for a moment and then they’re gone as he takes a step back. “’M goin’ inside, now.”

“Thai food after work?” Kyle pants.

Simon chuckles and adjusts himself. “Yeah.” He swoops in for another brief peck. “It’s a date.”

[b0g-b0y]

A Moth to a Flame

Ghost x M reader Requested @imcoughing

( Im sorry yall but I really didn't feel like writing the mission, I could do something like in DMZ but idk)

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Y/n and Ghost never really knew each other, besides the rare time they passed each other in the halls on base. They never did say a word to each other.

But like a moth to a flame, Y/n and Ghost ended up on the same mission. Ghost didn't think anything about it, why would he? And for Y/n he heard much about Ghost some good some bad, but at the end of the day, Ghost was just another guy to him.

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The window is open crickets are like music to his ears, it's something Ghost could almost fall asleep to. Ghost lies down in his bed. He stares at the ceiling thinking about what happened today. About what happened during the mission, he nearly got shot but Y/n saved him from it. Ghost couldn't get Y/n's eyes out of his mind the look of general concern and worry that he saw in Y/ns eyes, made him feel a type of why. The way Y/n scanned the room before Y/n moved towards Ghost and checked to see if he was wounded, Y/ns touch was so gentle and caring. It almost reminded him of his mom. “ Bloody hell,” Ghost said to himself, before turning on his side to try and get some sleep.

Ghost craved more of that feeling, he wanted Y/n.

Ghost tried to talk to y/n whenever he saw the other man, but that never got far. Y/n made small conversation with Ghost to be polite, but Ghost could tell something was different it wasn't like before it was more distant. A feeling that Ghost knew too well.

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Y/n stood outside early in the morning watching the sunrise. A friendly slap to his back got Y/n to look at who would do that, to no surprise it was Soap. “ Scared the shit out of Soap,” Y/n said. Soap let out a small chuckle.” Didn't think I would scare ye, lad. After all, you've been hanging around the Ghost a lot recently’ Soap said. Y/n couldn't help but let out a sigh.” Not really, don't know why he's been talking to me, it might be a stupid joke I don't know” Both Soap and Y/n looked at each other for a moment. It was silent.

“ I mean Soap he only really likes you and Price, he tolerates Gaz. He calls you Johnny which only Ghost can get away with. The both of you are almost like glue, so how could this not be a cruel joke? Do me a favor and tell Ghost to knock it off.” Y/n said. And at that moment soap looked at Y/n like he said the stupidest shit in the world. “ You're a fuckin idiot,” Soap said before giving a small slap to the back of Y/N's head. “ What the hell Soap?” Y/n said clearly annoyed at Soap's actions.

“ You think Ghost would talk to ye if he didn't like you mate? If Ghost didn't like you he would let you know. Ever cross your mind that Ghost might like you, lad? He almost looks like a puppy when he looks at you for Christ's sake!” Soap said the volume of his voice getting louder as he talked.” Ghost is pursuing you, mate! He Has a silly little crush on you. Ye know how long I had to sit there and listen to Ghost talk about you and how caring you are and you make him feel loved or some shite. Don't get me started on how long the man talked about how pretty yer eyes are, his driving me mad. And you think he doesn't like you? You’ve been dropped on the head as a child Y/n” Soap said his accent was somewhat thick as he talked. Y/n had a small blush on his face as he thought of what Soap said to him. “ Should I ask him out then or…” Y/n said shyly. Soap just gave Y/n a glare and Y/n got the message.

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The next time Y/n saw Ghost he stopped him. Y/n looked into Ghost's beautiful brown eyes.”Ghost you ummm, do you like me or. I don't know anymore you're hard to read.” Y/n said softly. Ghosts eyes searched Y/N's eyes for a moment. “ Like you a lot,” Ghost said with his gruff voice. “ How much is a lot Ghost,” Y/n said well gently holding Ghost's face in his hands making the brit look at him. “ Bloody hell… I like you so much that I go back to being Simon Reily for a moment don't feel like the Ghost I swore I am now.” Ghost said almost in a whisper. His hand now touching Y/ns hand that was holding his face so gently.

Y/n gave Ghost the warmest smile that matched the soft and loving look in Y/n eyes. “ Might have to stick by your side more often, I seem to like Simon Reily quite a lot,” Y/n said as he watched Ghost's dark brown eyes light up at his words. “Don't think people will believe that a Ghost can love,” Ghost said with a small chuckle. “ Well I'm not loving a ghost, I'm loving a man,” Y/n said softly.

[thrasher-slashers]

i have a small headcanon since im shorty no kidding im 5'3 how the slasher will react to an s/o who the same height ?

Ooo first request let’s go!!!

I’m just gonna do my main boys if you don’t mind :>

Bo Sinclair

He teases you A L O T, thinks it’s cute

He may pick you up?

Like hoist you over his shoulder and walk around, he likes the height difference!

Kisses your forehead, yes.

��Darlin, your the size of a damn muskrat, and Yer talkin’ to me like that?”

Still will get mad at anyone else for commenting on your height, only he’s allowed to do that.

Vincent Sinclair

Not the one to pick you up, only if you want him to of course.

Unlike his twin, he doesn’t tease you that much!

He will bend down to kiss you on the lips, he just feels it’s more intimate…

Thinks it’s cute when you pull him down for a kiss or hug.

“My love, your as beautiful as they come.”

Also will get irritated if anyone comments on your height, maybe not as much at Bo, but he’ll still get mad.

Lester Sinclair

Your pocket sized!!!

Thinks your adorable -

There’s a chance he might try to pick you up- it’s mostly for hugs though, you ain’t that much shorter then him!

Definitely will tease you every now and then, but there’s no malice behind it! If you ask him to stop he will :)

“Sugar! Get down from there! You’re gonna get hurt!” You, climbing on the counters to get chips

Again, only he’s aloud to tease you about your height, will throw something at Bo if he says something.

Thomas Hewitt

Thinks your fake a first, you are… Itty bitty…

Very gentle with you, afraid he’s gonna break you! Of course, your not as fragile as he thinks you are ^^’

Definitely will pick you up for a hug

Doesn’t have a teasing bone in his body, will treat you like royalty!

*huffs at you climbing the counters to reach something* he doesn’t want you to fall and get hurt!

Pummels Hoyt if he says anything, doesn’t have to worry about his momma, she likes you! Glares at Monty if he shares his opinions on your height.

Bubba Sawyer

Lord have merthy, this man might suffocate you! With affection of course!

Forgets his own strength, and also forgets how small you are… what I’m saying is, cuddles need a safe word.

Forehead kisses!!!

Wont tease you, but sometimes it feels like he is :’)

He squeals everytime you try and get something up high! He can reach it for you, what are you doing???

Doesn’t really pick up on his brothers teasing you, but if it bothers you, he will do something about it! Can’t have his s/o feeling bad, can we?

Jason Voorhees

Oh my god. Smol.

He will pack you around, don’t even have to ask, your in his sight at all times, very protective.

Loves when you have to jump up to him to kiss him, he will commit even worse crimes then he already has to keep you safe.

Has moved everything in the cabin down a level so you don’t hurt yourself climbing… what a sweetheart!

Mumbles how lucky he is to have you when you cuddle, he doesn’t talk much, so he means what he says.

There isn’t really anyone around to tease you, however if he sees someone bothering you, he won’t hesitate bitch.

Michael Meyers

Another one who thinks your fake, you are… small.

Definitely picks you up once your close enough, surprised at how light you are.

Stole a ladder stool for you… look at him being nice!

Teases you in silence… will watch you from afar trying to reach something without helping… sometimes he just walks away… what a jerk.

Stalks you, so anyone who gives you trouble is on the news the next morning :)

Alright! There we go!! Ik these are shorter! But I enjoyed writing them!!! If there’s any other slashers you’d like to see lmk!!!

[hauntedparadisebandana]

141 x drummer!femreader

Summary: fanboy soap drags the group to a downtown bar to see his favorite band member play live.

Pt 1/2

Warnings: swearing, implied scent kink??, Mentions of drinking, Y/H means your height

[The pov's switch in this story]

*7:00 pm, downtown bar*

The bell rings as the group enters, doors shutting behind them, they stand there, taking in their surroundings. The air is thick with cigarette smoke and cheap perfume, the lights above are dim, giving the atmosphere a chill vibe. The group takes a seat in a booth near the stage.

"Why are we here again?" Grumbles ghost, hands shoved in his hoodie pockets. He was forced to come on the groups adventure downtown.

"We're here to see the band play. They're one of my favorites." Explains soap, being the ring leader of the trip, excitement coursing through his viens.

"Couldn't you just listen to their music back at base?" "But it wouldn't be the same, plus now I get to see 'em live." Ghost huffs at his response, leaning back into the seat. He always ended up on soaps trips, whether he wanted to or not.

"What's the band called? I may have heard of them before." Says gaz leaning in.

"The Deck, a total of five people, each named after a card. They mostly play rock/metal, and a few of 'em can sing. My favorite member is the drummer."

"Hm, never took you for the metal head type, soap." Quips price, coming to set down their drinks, then popping a seat by gaz.

"Well, ye learn something new every day, gaz what time is it?" "It's 7:20, are they playing soon?" "Yep, they play at 7:30 once every week at different bars in town, at the end the drummer gives away her pair of drum sticks she used to play that night, if im lucky she'll give them to me."

This gets a reaction out of everyone, ghost chuckles lightly while price and gaz lets out hearty laughs. At this soap's face flushes red, getting embarrassed, "What's so funny?"

"So the drummers a girl huh, sounds like you're a bit of a fan boy." "Am not!" "Are too! You even know what time they play each week! And that the drummer gives away her sticks, whats next, their favorite colors, foods?"

Soaps flushes more, face red as a tomato as he leans back and turns away, "You know what, gaz, I officially hate you." "So you do know all that! Admit it, you are a fan boy!" "You are such a dick! I only know because they said it in an interview!"

Price laughs at soap and Gaz's bantering, getting a little chuckle out of ghost as well.

"Don't worry soap, it's cute how much of a fan boy you are for the drummer," gaz leans in and starts to pinch soap's cheeks, cooing and babying him; earning him a swift punch to the arm.

"That's enough out of you two, they're coming."

"What? No joke?!" Soap whips his head around to look at the stage. No one's on. When he turns around, gaz is laughing into his hand, and price hides his smirk in his glass of whiskey.

"Captain! I thought we were cool, now yer teasing me too?"

"Sorry soap, couldn't resist, but they're coming on for real this time" as he points to the stage the members bring out equipment, setting up quickly as possible, when they finish and take their places. The singer up front, the guitarist to the right, drummer on the far right. On the other side is the bass and second guitarist to the far left. The group could see the appeal, she was hard to miss.

"Soap, if you don't stop staring so hard, your eyes might fall out of your head." gaz laughs again, placing a hand on soaps shoulder.

"Just look at 'er tattoos! They're awesome. "

You could see ghost perk up at 'tattoos' she has officially piqued his interest, but he didn't want to show it, so he just stared at her intricate ink. Her most visible tattoos are on her arms, one arm is a full sleeve, the other arm has scattered tattoos. There is one peeking above her neck line of her shirt, it goes down between her breasts. Ghost nodded slowly, taking in her appearance. She was special, different, the whole band was, and the group liked that. Slightly extroverted, and bold, ready to fuck shit up.

"Aint she a sight for sore eyes" price mumbles, taking a longer sip, the thoughts coming faster than he can drink. "Ghost I can tell you're thinking, You looking at her too?" Says price quietly, taking another sip of whiskey, it turns out ghost can't hide his emotions from everyone,

"She's different..." "That she is," Price chuckles,

"I told you guys, she's cool,"

Suddenly the main lights turn off, and the stage lights come on, illuminating the band. after the singer gives introductions they begin to play. It seems as if the group controlled the bar entirely, the music was bassy, compelling, loud; and the people seemed to like it, as most sung along screaming. The drums and guitar had a solo part, and soap almost melted, gaz just laughed at him. Soon, the song was over, the last echo of sound was heard and the bar erupted into yells, claping and whistling.

By the end of the songs, the group was tipsy, with soap and gaz almost on the edge of being drunk. The group sits there in awe for a moment. The experience was new. "I'll say, that wasn't half bad, I like their style." Price crosses his arms.

"Yeah, you picked good soap," Ghost nods to soap. "I knew you would come around ghost! They're good, right? The way they play is amazing!" "Uh oh, he's fanboying again." "I'll kick your arse."

*y/n pov*

I wipe the sweat off my forehead, taking a swig of water. Me and my band mates smile and wave taking in the praise, the excitement. "Now it's time for the fun part, y/n, pick the lucky winner for tonight's sticks."

I smirk and quickly look around, I spot a booth close to the stage. A total of four men sat there, all looking at me. They're all cuties at that. The one sporting a mohawk had a twinkle in his eyes; a true metal lover at heart, I assume. I nod to the leader, hopping off the stage quickly making my way to the booth. The guards follow close behind, ensuring my safety. As I got closer, his eyes go wide. I take the guy with a Mohawk hands, giving him my drum sticks, my glossy lips form a grin as he stares at me, like a child meeting santa for the first time.

"You're tonight's lucky one." I smile at him sweetly, nodding to the rest of his table mates. Up close, everyone is rather handsome, their eyes drilling into my face, focus y/n. I make my way back to the stage, putting up my equipment, getting ready to leave.

*pov, 141*

Soap sits there, jaw slack and eyes wide. Gaz busts out laughing for the third time this night, and price smirks. "I-I got 'er sticks, I really got 'er sticks!" He exclaimed

"You sure did soap,"

"I don't know if anyone noticed, but damn she smells good," adds gaz. "Her smell is strong, sweet." "It's intoxicating." Ghost mumbles, rubbing his temple, the bourbon was finally getting to him. Her smell is like a sweet musk, hard to rub off, hard to get rid of. He remembers the way her bracelets and bangles jingled, sweet music to his ears. Fuck. He could feel something straining.

"'er voice is sweet too.... and her smile, shes really cool." "Oooook fanboy soap has gotten delirious." "Am not!" "Are too! Stop denying it!" "Whatever!" Their words slur a bit. Maybe they were a bit drunk after all.

Price sighs, rubbing his head at the twos antics. "I'm grabbing another drink, care to join?"

"Yeah, I'll go, but just to move around. I've been sitting so long it feels like my ass is glued to the seat." Gaz complains, holding his head in his hands.

"Let's go." The entire group gets up to get drinks, soap gasps as he spots y/n. She took her shirt of some time ago, now only in a sports bra, showing off her rad back tattoo. She stands with her hands in her pocket. The second guitarist is also standing, leaning against the booth talking to her, laughing.

"You should've seen the way he was looking at you! It was like looking at a kid seeing gifts under the tree."

"I seen his expression, I thought he was gonna get emotional and start crying right there as I gave him the sticks!"

the guitarist smirks glancing past y/n, "speak of the devil, it's the kid on Christmas and his group."

"Oh hush spade, leave the man alone."

We get closer to hear y/n hush the guitarist, we sit at the bar near where they stand, away from her and the guy, too drunk and weary to make decisions. Plus, the band's guards were close by, best not to piss them off. The guitarist continues to look over at us

"You know you guys can stand by us right, join us, we don't bite....well, I do but y/n doesn't." He pulls y/n in by the shoulder, to which she punches him.

"Don't listen to this jackass, come, it's safe to sit over here." She waves us over, inviting us to join her, those same bracelets and bracelets making the same sweet noise.

*y/n pov*

Theres a bit of an akward silence for a moment, I tap my hands on my thighs. Its then broken as the guy to my right speaks up, his voice rough and deep, smooth around the edges. It sends a shudder through my body, the smell of cigar smoke and cologne fills my senses.

"These are my men, ghost, gaz, and soap, I'm price." Each one nods and greets me as price says their name. Spade always being a dick has to speak up,

"So the kid on Christmas is soap, hm," he takes a sip of his drink, I pinch him after he says this.

"ignore him, so, what brings you guys downtown tonight..." I say, taking spades cup and taking a sip of whatever he's drinking.

"Well, our buddy soap here wanted to come see you guys live." Gaz grabs soap by the shoulders, shaking him.

"See us live hm? You a big fan?" I grin, looking soap right in his eyes, questioning him.

"Well-" "He's a huge fan, he knows the times you play, where you play, he even watches the group interview-" "Yes, I'm a fan," he says, cheeks red. Hand slapped over gazs mouth to hush him.

I put down my glass, "Oh, well we love very dedicated fans, don't we spade." "Mhm, love em'"

I lean back, looking at the two. The big one to my left, ghost, speaks up.

"Your tattoos..."

"Hm, what about them?" I look up at him, fuck he's tall, about 5 inches taller than me, as I'm Y/H. He looks about 5'10-6'2, well built, pure muscle, and oh that accent... he could easily crush me-

"Where do you get them done..." those eyes

"I do most myself, others I get a friend to do. I run a tattoo shop in my spare time."

"You have talent, y/n" price speaks up, smiling at me.

"Oh you flatter me," I joke, placing a hand on my chest. "No really, you play in a band, run a tattoo shop along with doing your own tattoos? That's pure talent that deserves recognition."

"Why thank you price," I laugh, running a hand through my hair, getting it out my face.

He nods down at me, I look at him. I see something shift in his expression, it was dark, hungry, I don't question it one bit; getting that all to familiar feeling in the bottom of my stomach. I squeeze my thighs. His eyes are a deep shade of blue, all of theirs are blue, except for gaz, his are a pretty shade of rich brown

"You smell really good..." gaz perks up,

"Ah, that's my perfume, strawberry poundcake, got it as a gift."

"..." Gaz soon has the same aura price had, hungry, wanting. I catch onto this quickly. Feeling my stomach jump I avert my eyes, looking for a distraction. Maybe he's just drunk...

"Hey y/n we need to head out, ace is tired of waiting and hes starting to bitch about it." Thank fucking god

"Ace is tired of everything" I sigh turning back to the group. "I gotta run boys, but me and the group will be down here tomorrow around 7:00 for an off day, if you wanna join."

"Sure lass, we'll join ya" soap nods eagerly, getting the others to agree even in their drunken states.

"Ok that's great! See you soon." I turn on my heels to run after spade who had started leaving without me. Face flushed and the feeling still in the pit of my stomach. Still feeling their eyes drilling into my back, I slide out the bar doors.

[obsidiancreates]

Icewild (Part 2)

(There should be a Read More link but if it doesn't show up tell me because that's been happening lately and I don't know why.)

The arrival of the newcomers is... interruptive, but not halting. There's still the matters of making sure the ogres don't turn on the humans, of tending to wounds, of having a new day.

Of breakfast.

Barnabos keeps Kremy in the corner of his vision as he works on the monkey bread. The lizardfolk clearly knows his way around a kitchen as he pulls a chef's hat out of a bag of holding, and then a little pencil which he uses to add curls to the ends of his mustache. Then he pulls out a strange belt of some kind, fastening it around his waist.

"Alright Gid. Just light me a little fire here and then hang around in case I need ya."

"Sure thing man." Gideon lights the little fire below the pot and then steps back, crossing his arms and keeping his own eye on Barnabos.

"Not the trusting sort there, Mr. LeCroux?" Barnabos asks. "No need for a bodyguard, as long as ye don't strike first."

"Who said anythin' about a bodyguard? I just like havin' Gid around."

Barnabos sees Gideon puff up a little at that with a smug yet proud smile. Ahhh, well, that makes sense. Always better to have one's lover looking out for them, even when it might not be needed.

"I'll be servin' up a feast myself this morning," Barnabos says, tossing some pork into a pan and deeply inhaling the scent as it sizzles and pops. "All sorts o' fine foods, sweet an' savory alike."

"I'll be cookin' up some Agwe classics myself." Kremy pulls a small bag of flour from his belt, as well as a small glass jar of oil. He measures both out carefully and mixes them together in the pot. "Sausage and chicken gumbo, and maybe a tarte. We'll see, I dunno if I wanna risk a beezleberry infestation here."

"... Did you hit your head when you landed here, lad? I don' understand half the words yer saying."

"Oh. Right, well, a beezleberry is some kinda... horrible Feywild monstrosity. Tastes real fuckin' good! But kind of otherwise really horrible in every other way."

"I thin' I speak for everyone when I say you'd best leave that out."

"Yeah, probably."

"Is Agwe a Feywild city as well?"

"What? No, it's a fuckin' normal city."

"No need to get up in arms, Mr. LeCroux! Was just askin', I don't recognize the name is all."

"I guess it is pretty inland for someone like yourself to visit."

"It's where you wanna go if you're lookin' for a good time," Gideon says, pulling out a cigar and lighting it with his magic. "Gamblin', sleepin' around, scammin'-"

"Sounds like you should tell Mr. Stabbaskotch about it!" Barnabos declares with a grin. "He's the scammin' and gambling sort!"

"Not surprised." Kremy just keeps stirring his flour and oil mixture. "I could taste fiendish magic all around that little fella. Hope he got himself a good deal out of it."

"We may never know." Barnabos pops the bread into the oven. "He's got some sort o' beastie after 'im, but if you ask me he just needs to face it."

Gideon takes a drag from his cigar. "Sounds like he got a shitty fuckin' deal. Hey, how big is this fuckin' breakfast gonna be?"

"I'll be makin' a feast for the whole camp! It'll be plenty to fill up on, don't you worry."

"I'm making enough gumbo for seconds too, Gid." Kremy gestures back at Gideon. "His stomach's made of fire and stuff, he needs extra."

"Well I'm also keepin' up some fuckin' gains." Gideon flexes and grins.

"I'm not so scrawny myself, lads, I know what I'm doin'. ... Speakin' of, Mr. LeCroux, are you ever going to add any food to that there slurry?"

"The rue's barely there! It's only a light caramel, I'm looking for milk chocolate."

"Yer burnin' it on purpose?"

"Cookin' it. Keep your hands away though, this stuff is fuckin' Agwe Napalm."

"... And that's a common dish there? Something that they call napalm?"

"Can find it all over, none's as good as mine though."

"... Maybe don't tell Mr. Stabbaskotch where to find your city, on second thought."

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The breakfast is a hit.

Kremy made enough gumbo just for his own family and their "hosts", so to speak, while Barnabos fed the rest of the entire camp. Not a single crumb or droplet was left behind of either of their meals, the gumbo being a highlight.

"Holy shit!" Skrimm literally bounces in his set a bit. "How have I never had that before?!"

Jornir places his bowl away. "It was... very good." He nods at Kremy.

"I'll admit, I 'ad my doubts watchin' the process, but it was well worth it." Barnabos sops up the last dregs of it with some bread. "I'll be tryin' to make my own take on it soon enough."

"Lookin' forward to tryin' it." Kremy leans over to Gideon and, less subtly than he thinks it is, whispers, "I saw him fuckin' drown everythin' in that Ancient Estuary shit Duncan had, I'm not fuckin' eatin' that so I'll just give it to you."

Gideon tries to laugh in quiet gleeful agreement. It's also louder than intended. Everyone graciously ignores this little conversation, for the sake of the ogres and their new holiday. Otherwise Barnabos and Skrimm might be rolling for initiative over the slight against Ancient Estuary.

"Oh! By the way, not to uhhhh impose," Gricko says, making a strange hand gesture, "But um, the big fella, there."

"I am called Jornir."

"Jor-nir-aye."

"... N-no."

"Anyway! Um, I noticed you've got a little funny shedding going on," Gricko says, lowering his voice and running his words together at the tail end of his sentence as he tilts his head. "And if I'm not mistaken, my friend Kremy here should have some nice bananyas leftover because he never used them in his pie, and I think it would make a nice, salve." he folds his hands and gives Jornir a funny little smile.

"Oh, yeah, I think you're right." Kremy reaches into his bag and pulls out Bananas.

Daisy gives Kremy and Gricko a look of perplexion and judgement so strong that it's a wonder they don't take psychic damage.

"They're fuckin' magic healin' bananas, alright?" Kremy tosses one at Jornir.

Jornir catches it, and examines it. "This is... infused with magic." He looks at Gricko. "I did not believe you when you said you were a druid."

"Oh, that's fair, I'm not the usual kind." Gricko pats Hootsie on the head as she, with an intelligence more humanoid than animal, pulls a plate of muffins closer and begins eating, picking out any chunks of fruit she finds like a picky child.

"Well... thank you. I will go use this." Jornir stands and leaves the table, and just as pointed out there's a fine dusting of fur on the seat as he leaves.

When he returns, there's sure to be... more visible damage.

But in the meantime, things settle a bit.

"Well," Taishen sighs, "Before all of this happened I'd told Myelin I'd check on an issue with the plumbing system, so I'll be going now. They gave me a wonderful outfit to do it in, too!" He holds up a pair of blue overalls and a fetching red cap.

"Oh, you guys got plumbin?!" Gideon leans in. "Why didn't anyone say so, we're fuckin' filthy!"

"Well, it's not working right now-"

"Oh, I'll get that workin'." Gideon stands up. His chains fall to the floor with a heavy clang! "Just fuckin' watch. Take me to the ogre sewers, dragon guy."

"Oh, company! Excellent news!"

"Go get 'em Gid." Kremy calls after them.

"Jackasses," Skrimm snorts.

Queenie glares. "They're fixin' your water, Skrimm."

"They're also working when they could be relaxing."

"But a hard day's work can be rewarding!" Twig bounces in her seat and holds up a hand. "You get to have things working right, you get to feel all nice after you get cleaned up, you get to lick frogs you find whole cleaning out the cupboards-"

"Lick frogs?" Skrimm's face scrunches.

"Didn't you try snake poison with the ghosts, Mr. Stabbaskotch?"

"Totally different."

"Yeah, snake poison tastes bad." Twig shrugs. "Anyway, I think it's gonna be better once they get the water running."

"Yes, I... am in desperate need of a bath. I'm still... messy, from Julia and Bobby's... acts."

Torbek makes a low sound of both disgust and intrigue. Frost wrinkles his nose and shakes his head.

"Well, I'm sure they'll be returning with good news for us," Barnabos says, leaning back in his chair and puffing on his pipe. "Oh, Mr. Jornir! Lookin' much better. What do you think about all this, sending the fire lads to fix the plumbing."

"I think that it will not work," Jornir says, sliding back into his chair and smelling of smushed bananyas. "And that we will need to have everyone move before we go to take the Armament from the Princess. ... And after the blood sacrifice."

All mouths at the table fall open.

"... Talk about a mood killer," Gricko mumbles.

There's a long silence.

And then Daisy raises her hand and signs, "I nominate Bacon for the sacrifice."

[rapid-as-sass-in-nation-team]

Hello! I wanna know what is the most annoying thing about your boyfriends? For Striker and Asmodeus~

"Well then! I'm not gonna say I like ranting about my darlins, far from it but I do hear theres always something that's gonna drive you crazy, so I don't mind saying it, and since I got two, one for each I say."

Robo I suppose is the one who gets on my nerves the most, love him to death but still, but in terms of one thing I find truly annoying no matter the mood Im in is his clothes bleeding the colors into one of mine, thankfully doesn't happen with my shirt of vest but it happens with other stuff like my pants, jacket and undergarments, did get one pair of hot pink trousers out of it though, which felt good to wear for Pride but still, can't deny it does annoy me deeply more often then not, sometimes I think he does it on purpose...

With Chazwick, contrary to what you might expect, it's not his constant dirty talk and libido, even if I have had to shut his mouth when I need to focus on something. No, it is instead HIS CONSTANT AND EXTENSIVE OCCUPATION OF THE DAMN BATHROOM!!! The shark will take an hour or more in there constantly, just getting ready for whatever, even if we're spending the day inside, and then there his hair gel sliming up the counter or clogging the sink, He pulls off the look he puts on, no doubt about it, I just wished it didn't incovenince as much as it did, glad we got him a vanity so it's not AS common but satan be damned..."

"Sounds like love to me! I do enjoy hearing you talk about them, my offer for the move is still open by the way if you do need more space!"

"Hush ya overly big cxck, talk about yer clown already..."

"Ah yes! Well I don't have many problems with Fizz, I'd call him an Angel if they were actually decent. But like all relationships, there's pet peeves, but... Honestly my biggest gripe is a bit more serious.

I cannot describe how much I worry for him, and it's all because my Fizz, could not hold back or think things through fully to save his life. Even if I met three of my best employees because of one of those times doesn't change it makes me worry.

He's stubborn, more then even myself and is a hard sell on nearly anything you try to convince him of if he thinks differently, even if it's something clear or even something that would make him feel better, and when he puts his mind to something he barely ever will back out even if it'd be for the best.

Or the fact I had to ward the kitchen appliances against him so the penthouse won't explode in the middle of the night, either or I suppose"

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Mono’s on a Mission.

Monotaro, a-are you sure you’re going the right way?

Well, usually I’d take a different route...But with all the doors and vent shafts shut, I’m trying to find my way around.

Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure I know how to get back to the lab, just follow me!

Uuugh...This had better be good.

...

What the hell’re we even tryin’ for anyway!? Those yoikers yoinked the yoinked bomb we yoinked and we ended up with jack fuckin’ nothing!

That, brother, is what we’re tryin’ t’ find out! It’s why we gotta get to the lab and contact the boss lady!

Though if you want my guess...I think Shirogane’s takin’ a hostage.

A hostage? You mean...?

The only person who got locked up in here is Kaede Akamatsu. I think’s Shirogane’s keepin’ her ‘ere to lure the FF into a trap.

The hell you sayin’!? The Future Foundation ain’t gonna bust their asses just to save one little girl!

You’re just saying that because you want to eat her, aren’t you?

What gave you that idea!?

UUUGH! Monotaro! That is the THIRD TIME we’ve walked through this doorway!

It is!?

MONOTARO. DO-YOU-NOT-

ABUBUBUBUBUH! How dare you even SPEAK, you broken toaster!

...

Monosuke, don’t be so mean! Monodam is only trying to help.

His “help” is the only reason we’re IN this fucking situation! He had the bomb right in the palm o’ his hand, and he let Akamatsu slip it away from ‘im!

Well...it’s not like he had fingers?

Seriously! The one thing that makes you mildly useful is yer’ rocket boosters, and you can’t even use that shit correctly!

...I...

*THUD!*

AACK!?

Don’t listen to him Monodam. If you have something to suggest, go ahead.

THEN we’ll judge you on it’s usefulness or not.

...THANK-YOU.

MONOTARO. IF-I-AM-NOT-MISTAKEN, DID-YOU-NOT-USE-A-MAP-EARLIER-TO-FIND-THE-RESOURCE-ROOM?

Huh? Uh...yeah?

DID-YOU-MISPLACE-THE-MAP-AT-ANY-POINT?

No, I still have it!

...!?

...!?

...!?

...!?

AND...YOU-AREN’T-USING-IT...WHY-EXACTLY?

...Huh?

IF-WE-USE-THE-MAP, WE-CAN-FIND-THE-MAIN-LAB-WITHOUT-ANY-TROUBLE.

...Hey, you’re right! Ah! There’s using your noggin’

Oh for fuck-GIMME!

Hey!

*Monosuke swipes the map from Monotaro when he pulls it out.

Alright, everyone follow me.

At LAAAST! Just hurry up and get the fuckin’ moniter on!

*Monophanie and Monotaro on command power up the large monitor in the corner of Ando’s lab. Within a few seconds, it starts a call.

...Hello?

Yo, Boss Lady! It’s us!

Oh good. You remembered to call me in case of emergency’s. I’ve been waiting for you.

Yeah, about that. What’s the big idea? The lab’s been locked down and we can barely move about as much as we used to!

Don’t worry. I was waiting for you to contact me, then I was planning on raising the shutters on the interior doors.

INTERIOR? AM-I-TO-TAKE-IT-YOU-DON’T-INTEND-TO-OPEN-THE-MAIN-DOORS?

No. Nor do I plan on lifting the defensive plating. Not until Kaede Akamatsu is dead.

Wait...until she’s dead? You mean you didn’t lock her in here because you wanted a hostage?

No. I don’t care for hostages unless they’re on my target list. Speaking of which, the reason I wanted to contact you is because of exactly that.

With Ando gone, your job as his retainers and helpers has gone with him. If we ever recapture him, I might reemploy you in a pinch, but...

Uh...Shirogane...If I may?

Didn’t you tell us that you planned to have us assist with Danganronpa Survivor?

WHEN it happens. Leave the setup to me. Even with all the setbacks, we’re coming very close.

But I will tell you this much. Survivor will NEVER succeed, so long as Kaede Akamatsu is still alive. There’s no way she’s getting out of that lab, so do whatever it takes to make sure she perishes.

I-FAIL-TO-SEE-HOW-ONE-GIRL’S-DEATH-CAN-DICTATE-WHETHER-OR-NOT-DANGANRONPA-SURVIVOR-GOES-THROUGH-OR-NOT.

Never you mind the logistics, just trust me. You’ll also be glad to know that I’m currently working on getting you-know-what powered up and prepared.

R-Really!? We finally get to-!?

Why didn’t you just do that in the first place!?

There was no need for them. The original purpose of those machines was to keep lore and order, but given that law and order was usually kept in those labs, I didn’t see the need.

Then how come we didn’t get these hours ago when the FF stormed the lab!?

I didn’t know about that until later. Sorry, you can blame Akira’s incompetence for that one.

Akira, off-screen: Sorrryyyy~

Jesus Christmas...

Awright, whatever’s. We’ll do it. But what’s in it for us?

Yeah, we’ve been locked in here like prisoners for who knows how long now? Don’t we deserve some kind of reward?

After it’s done...! Haven’t I already made lots of promises to you Kubs? I promise I’ll follow through with all of them once this is all settled.

A promise is a promise! And if she promised, she can’t break it!

Fair enuf...We’ll see it done Boss Lady.

Good. And one more thing...

Yeah?

DON’T...disappoint me...

*Tsumugi ends the call.

Well, we got a while before our babies come online, so I guess we wait for now.

MAN! SCREW THAT! Shirogane wants this over and done with, and the longer we wait, the more chance Future Foundation has gettin’ in here!

What part of the door’s being totally impenetrable went over your head!?

But the Future Foundation are crafty! If we attack Akamatsu now, we’ll catch her by surprise!

Don’t worry! I got a plan!

Oho...YOU’VE got a plan?

YEP! I sure do! Jus’ watch and learn fella’s! I’ll bring back her head on a stick by sundown!

A-ABOUT-THAT...

*Monodam raises his voice.

What is it now?

NO. IT’S-NOTHING. IT-IS-JUST...

Just what Monodam?

Yeah, spit it out.

ARE-WE-ABSOLUTELY-SURE-THIS-IS-GOING-TO-BE-AS-EASY-AS-WE-THINK?

What’re you sayin’? We kill people all the time. It’s basically our job to torture people.

YES. THAT-IS-TRUE. BUT-BACK-THEN, WE-HAD-THE-PROTECTION-OF-THE-KILLING-GAME-RULES. NOW-WE-DON’T.

WE-CAN-FIGHT-KAEDE-AKAMATSU, BUT-SHE’S-MORE-THAN-CAPABLE-OF-FIGHTING-US-BACK. I-FEAR-IF-WE-GET-COCKY, SHE-MAY-DESTROY-US-ALL.

I-DO-NOT-WANT-TO-LOSE-YOU-ALL-AGAIN, NOT-AFTER-EVERYTHING.

Hrrgh...

Stop growling Monosuke. Monodam...kind of has a point. I mean, most humans can’t fly...

Yeah, I mean...Kaede Akamatsu’s a lot stronger than I remember her being...Then again, my memory’s pretty bad, so...

Your memory is fine in this case Monotaro. But it’s not like we could have ever known how strong she really was back then. Like Monodam said, no one thought to attack us because they didn’t have the strength or the gear, or the power in general.

Hey, what’s with you guy’s gettin’ cold feet over this!? What’s gotten up your crack Monodam!?

I...

[Flashback]

I’m gonna stick to the mission and get these bombs dismantled. If you and your siblings turn back and don’t come after me from this point on…Then…

*sigh* I promise I’ll spare you. We don’t have to see each other ever again.

I-SIMPLY-FEEL-IF-WE-DO-NOT-PROVOKE-KAEDE-AKAMATSU, SHE-WILL-NOT-ATTACK-US-IN-TURN. IT-MAY-BE-OPTIMAL-FOR-OUR-SURVIVAL-NOT-TO-START-A-FIGHT-WITH-HER.

Like...a bee?

I-SUPPOSE.

Oh, so your plan is to just...ignore Shirogane’s orders. REAAAL smart of ya...

THAT-IS-NOT-AT-ALL-WHAT-I...

Well what DID ya mean?

...

Fuck this...Monokid, whatever plan you’ve got, just go for it. If you need us to do anythin’, just say the word.

Keeheeheehee! Oh, bro...There’s only one thing I want you to do.

Sit back and enjoy the performance!

[ofviolentdeath]

Character(s)::Ava and Cord Word Count:: 660 @bleedtheneonfromthebitemarks and @strifeincarnate because reasons

                                                            ~*~

Despite the number of people that lived at the bar, it was quiet as Ava sat on top of the water tower, a bottle of whatever Cord had pressed into her hands earlier raised to her lips. She was stressed, tired, terrified, worry over her youngest son practically eating her alive. The alcohol didn't help, it never did, but she also knew it was Cord's idea of comfort.

"So, ya gonna tell me what's gotcha all tied up in knots or do I gotta go on the rumor mills?" the demon asked as she made her way to the top of the water tower and dropped down beside the other, her usual bottle of whiskey present and a lit cigarette clasped between her lips. How she managed to speak around that damn thing was still a mystery to Ava, but she had assumed, at this point, her friend was well-practiced in it.

"Depends on what rumor you heard," she muttered, bitter and more than a little annoyed. She shouldn't be surprised, her kids and Cord's kids often spoke. She knew for a fact that Hemlock and Damaris especially were close, but that didn't mean she had to like that Nik's business had traveled so far.

Cord held up her free hand in quiet surrender, not wanting to poke the proverbial bear any more than she had clearly been. "Just that Nik was hangin' 'round Eris and ya weren't keen on the idea. Belladonna was here a couple nights ago pickin' up a book she had been lookin' to get her hands on and filled me in."

That made sense and Ava relaxed a little. If Bells had been venting to Cord, she wouldn't have done it where everyone else could hear. Despite how much her daughter liked to talk, she valued her siblings and their privacy enough to keep things on a need to know basis.

Cord always managed to make that list and vice versa.

"Not keen on the idea is an understatement. I'd trust Judas on a bender before I trusted Eris with my kid."

If it had been anyone else saying it, Cord might have taken offense, but Ava had been around the kids their entire lives and they knew she didn't mean any insult by it. Although, Cord wouldn't have been upset if she had. Not after Judas had gotten one of Ava's kids shot once.

"That bad huh?" The demon let out a low whistle, drawing an odd stare from the keres.

"Okay, one, yes, that fucking bad and two, how the fuck can you whistle like that with a damned cigarette in your mouth, Cord? Are you secretly some sort of ventriloquist or something?"

"How long ya been sittin' on that question?" they laughed, pale grey smoke pouring from their lips as she shook her head. "Forget I got the damn thing in mouth half the time anymore. Sorta become second nature after a few centuries."

"I'd tell you those damn things will kill you, but I think you'd just take as a challenge."

"Pretty sure yer youngest would too. Kid's got enough of ya in 'im."

Ava opened her mouth to argue but sighed instead, knowing the other had a point. "I just don't want him to get hurt and I would put money on Eris getting him hurt one way or another."

"Is that comin' from yer head or yer heart?"

It was a fair question, but that didn't mean she had to like hearing it any. "A little of both. I know Eris, Cord. I know the sort of shit she gets into and I also know what Nik can and can't handle. There's no good ending here."

"Tried tellin' him that without the panic?"

"I got his therapist involved because I don't know how to be calm about this."

"Well, ya better figure it out. Ain't gonna do neither one'a ya any good if ya can't talk to him proper."

[intherainbowfactory]

here have a little something also im queueing my posts bc lol going on a trip not gonna tumblr from my trip

“Ah ain’t saying you’re crazy, Rarity,” Applejack uncertainly assured her friend, “but ya do have to admit you can go a bit overboard at times when it comes to fashion and prettifying people.”

Rarity pulled out the most hurt-looking face she knew to make and mimed being terribly offended to the point of fainting with only her wrist, since her arms were full from carrying dozens of colors of lipsticks and lip gloss. She quickly laid them down on the table next to the salon chair where Applejack was sitting and then finally laid herself down on her zipping fainting chair with a theatrical, pained, sigh.

“Oh, darling,” she pitifully whined, “you’ll absolutely ruin my reputation in this town with these false accusations…!” She put on her best sympathy-garnering pout and looked about to shed a tear. Even the lipsticks on the table looked like they might burst into tears from secondhand exposure to Rarity’s woe.

Applejack did not look impressed. Scratching at her head, she said, “Look, all Ah’m saying is—ow!” In a flash, Rarity jumped up from her lying position with the harsh thud of heeled boots on hard wood and smacked Applejack’s hand away from her dangling golden locks.

“Don’t—!” Rarity hissed and hurriedly snagged a brush to put Applejack’s errant locks back into place before giving a relieved sigh. At Applejack’s glare she added sheepishly, “Sorry, dear. But I would be most appreciative if you wouldn’t touch your hair at all in this part of the process.”

Several sticks and vials of Rarity’s veritable lipstick collection had sadly fallen over from Rarity jumping into action—though none, thankfully, broke into tears. Picking them up to rearrange them into a more pleasing pattern with her deftly delicate fingers, she calmly explained, “Dangling hair can smudge lipstick so terribly, and I ever so want to make sure that I can model you perfectly to my creative vision for this one day I have such power over you.”

Applejack squinted suspiciously at her. “Now that there is why I want to put my foot down on this whole mess.” Rarity waited patiently for an explanation, and Applejack gave it to her. “I’ll be honest. You may have been kinda ‘fashion-crazy’ before at times, but Ah’ve never seen you so like… this. Yer like a whole different person! Mmm.”

As soon as Applejack stopped talking, Rarity got to work applying a vibrant red lipstick onto her mouth. She was done in seconds—no smudge, no mess—giving Applejack’s lips a vibrant crimson hue, not entirely similar to her choicest apples.

“Sorry, AJ, but I had to make sure you weren’t talking before I put this on. I think its color suits you to a tea!” Rarity swept all the other unused lipsticks off the table and onto the floor with many heart wrenching clatterings before taking out a red nail polish bottle from her apron. “Now hold out both hands and keep them still—oh, and make a kissy with your mouth to put the lipstick all there.”

“Mwah. Now like Ah was sayin’...” Applejack started.

“Oh, don’t worry about all that, darling. I’m just rather excited to finally have you two as my models after all this time! You two have really wonderful figures that I’ve been waiting ages to try my wardrobe on!” she gushed, swiftly brushing the scarlet nail polish perfectly onto all of AJ’s fingernails. Casting aside the nail polish bottle and taking in hand the blowdryer, Rarity then cooled over Applejack’s fingernails until they shone red, gleaming almost like the apple in the sun but with a deeper, more meaningful tone…

“Why, what a wonderful shine! Now if only I had my glittery scarlet nail polish, we could go to the red carpet later today… goodness, don’t glare at me like that, Applejack! I’d be less worried about how excited I am and more worried about how silent Rainbow Dash has been,” she threw out there to desperately throw attention off herself.

Rainbow Dash just sat there sulking and even more silently in her metal chair to the side.

Applejack looked up to the heavens and sighed. “Eeyup. ‘S a darn shame she went and died of a broken heart after losing the bet for us!” she called out.

“HEY!” Rainbow Dash jumped up, fury evident on her face.

“Ah can almost hear her now.” Applejack shook her head sadly, a smirk hidden behind her hand. Rarity also had some troubles restraining herself from tittering as she went to get some makeup brushes from a cabinet.

Rainbow Dash stomped forward. “You got something you wanna say to my—AUGH!” Rainbow Dash tripped on some of the lipsticks still scattered over the floor and fell onto her face. Getting up, she gave a dark look to the cowering lip products on the floor and kicked them away none too gently.

“Careful, darling,” Rarity worriedly remonstrated, waving a case of brushes, “be gentle with those! I don’t want any of them to break, after all.”

Rainbow Dash looked at Rarity like she was growing a unicorn horn. “You’re crazy. You know that, Rarity? You’re crazy! And you!” She turned her wrath to Applejack. “You’re the one who lost the race for us and made us have to go through all this!” she said, waving her arms to gesture to all of Rarity’s living room.

“Oh, don’t worry, it really isn’t either of your faults, dearies,” Rarity reassured. “It’s just that—well, I maaaay have been planning for the perfect eventuality to make a bet like that and win it for years now in a top secret master plan requiring the involvement of Vice Principal Luna and most of the student body,” Rarity explained with a look of bemusement.

Rarity took out an eyeshadow brush and a mascara brush from the case. “Please close your eyes and don’t flinch, AJ. Thank you! Frankly, Dash,” she muttered, focused on the task at hand, “I’m surprised that you even got so close to beating me…”

Rainbow Dash’s jaw dropped, and she just stared at Rarity as she darkened the area around AJ’s eyes with the tickling mascara brush, delicate stroke by delicate stroke in a grand curving motion sweeping across AJ’s orange face. Next, Rarity added some nice purple accents to the eyelids with the feathery eyeshadow brush, adding some shading in the middle of the pools of blackness to give them some life and contrast with her natural colors delectably. Predictably, all of this caused Applejack to sneeze. Thankfully, it was after Rarity finished up the eyeshadow.

“Bless you,” Rarity said heavily, going to the counter and picking up the piercing gun, “Dear, now it’s time for you to get pierced so I can put some absolutely wonderful earrings on you. I caution you that this will indeed hurt, but I will make absolutely sure that the whole process is completely sanitary.”

Applejack winced, opened her mouth like she was gonna say something before closing it, and wavered on what extremes she would allow Rarity to go to for a few more moments before finally relenting with a sigh. “Shoot, sure, poke a few holes in me. Not gonna be anythin’ worse than what happens around the farm,” she weakly mumbled.

Rarity advanced, a case of earrings from her apron grasped firmly in her left hand and the rapidly approaching piercing gun in her right. Right before Rarity got to Applejack, Rainbow Dash snatched her right hand and arrested her from getting too close to the farmer’s ears with that piercing gun.

“Woah, woah, woah. AJ, did you even hear what Rarity just said?” Dash exclaimed, and shook her head incredulously. “She’s gonna give you a piercing! You hate piercings! You wouldn’t even get a nose ring when you lost that bet we had at the Running of the Bulls!” 

“That’s different, Rainbow,” AJ interjected lamely. “Ah just didn’t want a nose ring because… because Ah didn’t wanna look like one of them cows!” she justified.

Rarity looked uncomfortable. She struggled to get out of Rainbow Dash’s grip, but the other woman was just too strong for her. “Um, excuse me, Dash, but I need to give dear Applejack some earrings now, please,” she whined. “You know… for the bet I won against you girls fair and square,” she stated, gathering more confidence in her eyes the more she spoke.

Rainbow Dash looked between Applejack, looking torn, in the chair and Rarity, looking with fiery determination while struggling against Dash with the piercing gun in her grip.

Finally, Applejack sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, saying ”Fair and square, Dash. Fair and square. Let ‘er do it.” Rarity, for her part, restrained herself from attempting to jump on Applejack for almost disrupting the beautiful mascara and purple eyeshadow art on her face.

Rainbow Dash released Rarity and slowly backed up, careful to not trip on the devastated lipsticks and even more cautiously tracking Rarity’s every more. She backed up into the metal chair before sulkily dropping into it and taking one of the sports magazines from the coffee table to read, glancing up suspiciously at Rarity at intervals.

Applejack sighed yet again. “A’right, Rarity. Poke those holes into my ears, or whatever…”

Rarity just started in shock and then calmly swabbed at AJ’s ears with disinfectant. “I already have. Goodness, didn’t you feel the piercing gun poking through your ear. You should probably get that checked out, Applejack! It’s not healthy to not feel the pinch of getting pierced,” she sagely advised.

AJ just shrugged and Dash mumbled something.

Rarity, humming a jaunty tune, then took the earrings out of their case and set to putting them into AJ’s ears. “Now remember dear,” she said, “you’ll only need these for today, so if you don’t want to keep them you should just take them out tonight. Otherwise, you’ll have to flip them every day so the skin doesn’t grow over them.”

“Eugh,” Applejack opined. As Rarity put the left earring in, Applejack glanced to the side at the case and her eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of the earring’s shape. “A crescent moon…” she mumbled, temporarily lost in her own world as she continued to stare wistfully at the earring in remembrance of an event from her childhood…

But, that is not the story we are here to tell.

Rarity took stock of Applejack’s features as something nagged at the back of her head. Something’s missing, Rarity mused. What could it be? Let’s see… crimson nails, scarlet lipstick, quite the beautiful job of eyeshadow that really brings out her orange skin, and the crescent moon earrings— “Ah!” she exclaimed, diving into her cabinet to take out a case with a necklace in it.

Gingerly, she removed the necklace—gold with a ruby inset in the shape of a thunderbolt—and gently laced it around Applejack’s neck.

“Perfect~!” she gushed. Then, turning to Dash—”What do you think, dear? She’s absolutely stunning, isn’t she?”

Rainbow Dash boredly glanced up from an article on Soarin’s latest scores, snorted, and shortly devolved into a heap of giggles on the floor at the sight of Applejack. Collecting herself up from off the ground and brushing off a few tears, she said, “She’s hilarious! Those earrings and that necklace! Bahaha!” She took out her phone and took a few quick snaps. “I gotta post this to the groupchat next time we have a bet!”

Applejack looked miffed from her reverie being broken but was ultimately resigned to her fate. Rarity, on the other hand, was doing her best to not pop a stray lock of hair as her eyes twitched from her friend’s words.

“Why—why what’s wrong with it?!” Rarity demanded.

Dash snorted. “She looks like a punk wannabe! Applejack, a punk! And a necklace with a red thunderbolt on it! Bahahahaha! Who would wear a necklace with a red thunderbolt on it?” She laughed some more. “Apparently Applejack would! Why not an apple or something?!”

Rarity scoffed defensively. “An apple necklace would be just tacky, my dear!” Ignoring Applejack’s disappointed look downwards, she continued, “And what’s wrong with a little punk fashion? It’s so in these days! Just look at Applejack’s friend Coloratura! Such panache! Such pathos! Mark my words, punk and scene girls are gonna make a huge comeback in just a few years, and then I’ll finally be ahead of the curve!”

Dash threw a flat look at Rarity. “I really doubt that,” she said, throwing down the magazine and crossing her arms. “Anyway, you still won’t get me to put any of that purple eyeshadow on or anything...”

“Oh, don’t worry, darling, that’s most definitely not the vision I have in mind for you,” Rarity reassured, chuckling warmly. “But you’ll just have to wait and see~!”

Dash rolled up the sports mag and stuck it in her bag before standing up and walking to the door. “Yeahhhhhhhhhhh, I’m just gonna go, actually,” she said guardedly. “I appreciate the enthusiasm, Rarity, but you’re just not cut out for Team Make Rainbow Dash Look Awesome. Nuthin’ personal.”

“I beg your… mfrlgnpardon?” Rarity exclaimed, her face scrunching up in disgust.

AJ’s own response was growled out as she stood up and walked towards RD. “Woah there, Dash! You’re not thinking of just leavin’ after seein’ me getting all dollified without gettin’ made up yourself, are you? Ah mean, Rarity won the bet! Fair and square! You can’t just chicken out of it because you don’t want to do it!”

Dash thought seriously for a moment (a first for her) and cheerfully gave AJ her answer. “Hmmm… Nope! G’wan, call me chicken! I’d gladly be made fun of and called a wimp if it means I can stay true to who I am. I learned that lesson earlier this year and I’m not gonna forget it. Besides, what would my fan club think?! So I’m sorry, Rarity, but you’re off the Team,” Dash concluded gravely.

The lipsticks broke into wails of pity for a stunned Rarity at this proclamation. Rainbow Dash took a look at them with a raised eyebrow, shrugged, adjusted her bag, and put her hand on the doorknob to leave.

“Hold it!” Rarity yelled.

[leviussykinner]

Overworked mc

Mc is studying hard and gaining better and better scores,But at what cost....

Genre:Fluff,Angst

Warning: Overworking, mentioned of blood

Note:This is one of the angst that keep stucking on my mind-

You were sitting on your desk in your room at the house of lamentations,You kept thinking of how you will be a disgrace to Lucifer and Diavolo for having a bad score in the test so you keep on studying until you get a better score and you finally did! You did a great job your score finally improve a little bit...But it's not enough for you,your mom always says if you found a man that you love you need to give it all and do everything you could but up until now you've love all of the brother and of course you willing to do anything for them, anything

One night before the test you decided to read book in your room all night long everyone was asleep,Even Lucifer who worked all night but finally he fall asleep on his desk again You study till morning everyone woke up and you prepare everyone's a breakfast,All of you go to school everyone notice that you look really really pale and you even have a dark circles under your eyes you study all day without sleeping and whenever you felt like you're going to fall asleep you drank some coffee and you will felt better and continue your day

After the test is over you finally is free but you still study more for the next test on next week,You decided to stayed in the room and study while doing everything you can in the house such as making breakfast&dinner and help the chaotic brother especially Mammon from the debt he has while working at Hell's kitchen but one night Lucifer walk by and he was worried since you have been really quiet and always lock yourself up in your room so he peaked,just in time...

You were studying when you suddenly get dizzy and your vision seems blurry you can't see what was written in the book anymore...A drop of blood is dripping onto the plain white book...ah..you borrowed this book from Satan...How mad would he be if his book is full with your blood,You felt lightheaded and you close your eyes...You heard a screaming... it's Lucifer Voice...Why does he sounded terrific...ah you don't know anymore....and just like that your mind went black

You woke up again from the fuss it was too loud,You tried to life your hand but your body weakened so you tried speaking instead

"A..."

"MC!!"

The brother gather around you who's laying dow on the bed,You giggle a little bit of how they responded so fast you didn't even get to say a word properly then Barbatos walk in and tell you that you overworked for too long and you should rest more and no more works for you!! Then the demon in the corner of the room speak

"I can handle doing everything without being like you because i was a demon and i worked like this for a thousands of years but you,you! MC the fragile human who can die anytime by almost everything cannot overworked so suddenly,It will cause more problems to Lord Diavolo"after Lucifer the avatar of pride said that he sigh and walk out the door

"Heh don't mind him he's the one talking when he's the one who worried the most that he even tried to heal you with everything he has" said Satan the avatar of wrath who is looking at the door Lucifer just walk out irritatingly, Mammon the avatar of greed who has been crying for over 5 minutes straight after you woke up "MC i- i was yer first alright!? If- anything happened ya can always told ME! The great Mammon y'know-" he continued to cry but you felt bad for making them worried, Leviathan the avatar of envy who has also been crying but he's not anymore but you noticed his eyes were red and watery,you can now move a little bit so you cup his face then shed his tears with you thumbnail he held onto your hand tight like he'll never let it go ever again,Asmo was crying non-stop either so you say something to lessen his worries "hey asmo,im fine you don't have to cry this much..your beautiful eyes might be ruined" you said with a soft smile to Asmodeus the avatar of lust,Beel has been looking down the floor for a while you know that Beel probably blaming himself again "Beel... please don't blame yourself,All of this has nothing to do with you so you don't need to be guilty for what happened to me it was my choice to overworked at the first place..." Beelzebub the avatar of gluttony flinch, it's as if you were reading his mind he felt a little relieved since your condition is better now,Belphie was with beel he obviously blaming himself again "Belphie as i said,You don't need to blame yourself...it was really my choice I didn't do this because of what you've done to me in the past...so it'll be fine! Don't blame yourself anymore this is just an normal thing in human life" Belphegor the avatar of sloth look up at you in suprise,are you perhaps reading his mind right now? He started to cry with Beel and they both hug each other,what a cute twin brothers moment....

Note:Ah it finally end🌌 anyway hope you guys have a good day/night out there somewhere in this world hope you have a happy life,if it's bad just remember that everything has its own good and bad side,life is hard sometimes or maybe even all the time but everything we have to keep on doing is living💙

[ashhh-14]

Request by @shadownyxexe - hey so um im not sure if you can see this and i for some reason cant see if your requests are open so i just wanted to try this but i wanted to know if you had the time to write a headcanon about how the karasuno team whould react to an overseas childhood friend of kiyoko reader were there either korean filipino or american and when tukishima tries to insult them they straight up verbally distroy him but they directly apologize because they felt bad. you dont need to make something like this its just i wanted to test some stuff out since im pretty new here so ya thanks bye :)

▒Wrongly Right▒

Character's origin- Haikyuu

Characters- Kei Tsukishima, Kiyoko Shimizu, Hinata Shoyo, Tobio Kageyama, Asahi Azumane, Koshi Sugawara, Yuu Nishinoya

Warning- Cursing, heavy mockery

Genre- ❃

Format- Head canon + scenario

Word count- 1019

Masterlist

A/n- Heyy! I apologize, I couldn't see your request either. Checked it just few days ago. Nonetheless, I hope this is near to what you wanted ♡

"Be on your best behavior y'all. They're a great childhood friend of mine. I wish I could have met them outside here but unfortunately our schedule is all packed. That's why I'm saying, Do. not. be rude. or weird. Specially you Tsukishima."

"I- " Could he have said anything, a bouncing human asked in excitement, shutting him off, "Ne Ne Shimizu Senpai! Tell us a little more about your friend! "

Suga smiled , " Yeah Shimizu. It would help us understand them better. "

She sighed, pushing the glasses up the bridge of her nose, "They're American, born here but brought up there. Most of their personality reflects the said foreign culture. They're shifting here as a foreign exchange student in first year. It might be a bit difficult to understand their accent, but do. not. make it obvious if that's the case. And-"

The doors swung open, waking in was a mesmerizing figure. "Kiyoko-San! "

"What the-oof-! " Shimizu was tackled in an unexpectedly hard hug.

"I-I can't breathe-" You pulled away sheepishly, "My bad... "

Soon enough the new entrance was encircled with a group of dashing boys. You waved at them, " Shimizu-San mentioned about ya all. Name's (Y/n)! Pleasure to meet uh all! " You smiled warmly.

Instead of a greeting back, you heard a, "You're so damn pretty!! " You looked over to the two short boys, slight warmth engulfing you at the compliment. "T-Thank you. You are...? "

"Right! I'm Hinata and this is my buddy Nishinoya. " You smiled and soon everyone started introducing themselves. Suffice to say everyone was a lot more kinder and sweet to you than you thought.

"I'm Sugawara. A third year. You can come to me if you need help around here."

You bowed slightly," I'll be in your care then Sugawara-San. Am grateful. " You both smiled and soon your eyes drifted off at the corner.

"Umm... who's that..? " Suga looked behind him before looking at you again. "Oh that's Tsukishima. A first year. But I think you shouldn't get involved with him to-" Before he finished, you were gone.

"Hey! Tsukishima right? " You smiled lightly with your hands behind your back. He stood silently, ignoring you. "'s there somethin wrong..? Do ya not like me or something? " "Damn right I don't so leave me alone. " voice holding venom as he started making his way away from you, purposely bumping your shoulder.

You arked, "The hell's yer problem huh? " Your voice rose a little.

At a distance, Kageyama and Hinata gave each other a silent look that said, "Uh-Oh"

Asahi was about to make his way towards you both when Kiyoko stopped him. "They can handle themselves don't worry. "

Tsukishima turned around," 'The hell's yer problem huh? ' " He mocked as your fist clenched "Can you fucking leave me alone? I was having a wonderful time until your disturbing American self who can't even speak our language properly freaking disrupted it. " Salt dripped with each word of his and so did your patience with each passing second. Your jaw clenched, "Don't approach me. I don't have time to show a lost puppy around here like everyone else. " He turned around, silence engulfing the court when your silent words rang. " You think ya look cool with that attitude of yer's don't uh? "

He turned around slightly, eyebrow raised as you laughed slightly. Kiyoko silently mumbled, "He's dead. " as other members looked at her with wide eyes. "You six-one godforsaken pine tree. " Your figure stormed towards him, looking at him with steely eyes. "Listen here ya shit. I don't fucking care what that peanut sized brain of yer thinks. Do. Not. try and give me yer stupid shit when I'm being nice to uh. You think you're slick? What? You think I don't know about yer little dinosaur fetish huh? " His eyes widened , " What? Think you're the only verbal president here that can mock someone and their habit with words? Think you can just walk round like a dog without leash going on and spatting shit on everyone? Well guess what fucker, I'm not gonna hear about your bullshit so get that through your thick skull. "

Silence was once again the only thing in the room as the doors to the gym closed as you stormed out. Everyone was stunned, too amazed yet awkward to speak. Only came a mumble from in between the crowd, " They destroyed him." Kei's figure approached his team's manager, his words strangely quite, "We should start practicing. "

It was only about an hour later when you were sitting on the benchers, guilt overcoming you waves after waves for the past hour. 'I went too far didn't I...? I shouldn't have said all that.... '

The door to the gym once again opened as everyone turned around, looking at your quite figure walking inside, head towards the floor and hands behind your back. The practice stopped as Kiyoko approached you. "Can I talk to him? " You voice was quite and without needing an explanation, she nodded understandingly. There he was now standing in front of you and before he could ask you what was up, you quickly extended your hands, holding something out for him. "I-I apologize for what I said earlier. I went too overboard. It wasn't my place to bring up yer personal stuff and do that to uh. Here, take this as an apology. " His figure was unmoving, mind registering your words and eyes scanning your figure until they eventually stopped on your hands holding a dinosaur plushie. "Don't worry. It's not unsanitary or anythin. I just purchased it before comin to Japan. Bought it to give it to uh in the first place." Your head was sideways as warmth started consuming your cheeks. A good few minutes after when you thought to retract your hand and that your apology was in vain, his hand reached out, taking the plushie. No words were exchanged between the two any further but everyone knew it was somehow a start of a beautiful friendship.... and maybe something more in the future.

Kiyoko just smiled slightly 'Cliche yet cute.

Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

Written by Yours truly

Ash

[mrskurono]

About Atsumu and mommy kink: his brother kind of had an inkling about the nature of his relationship and at first he teased him about it even if he wasn't 100% sure about what was actually going on. He'd say things like "are you sure your mommy's going to be okay with that?" And "Aw, you're going to cry now? I'll call your mommy for you" just to get a reaction and Atsumu always laughed it off and pretended to find it funny.

Turns out, his brother teased him a little too much one day, the same day that he was feeling particularly little and he just really wanted his mommy, okay? So he gave a weak little laugh and as soon as he got home he just- he broke down crying, like full blown meltdown. Poor boy couldn't catch his breath and naturally his mommy was worried like never before because her baby was hurting and she didn't know what the hell was going on?

Atsumu cried himself to sleep. He tried to nurse but couldn't really do it right because he kept crying, so he just laid there with his mouth attached to his mommy's nipple and his stuffie clutched to his chest. As soon as he woke up he told his mommy what had happened and kept saying that maybe he should stop acting like "such a baby", kind of slurring his words because he ended up falling into his headspace really hard.

Mommy was fucking furious. How dare that boy make her baby feel self conscious? Not to mention that he made her baby cry like never before.

She decided that enough was enough. Went after Osamu and gave him the biggest lecture about boundaries and didn't he want his brother to be happy? At the end of it, Osamu was properly admonished and he felt so fucking guilty. Atsumu couldn't look his brother in the eyes for days until Osamu cornered him to apologize for being a dick.

I just- I didn’t know I needed crybaby!Atsumu and now my thoughts are consumed?? How could I not write this??

type: drabble

tags: angst if you squint, crybaby!Atsumu, mdlb (mommy dom/little boy), subspace, comfort, some boob touching, ironically not too smutty

character(s): Atsumu Miya (hq), Osamu Miya (hq)

“A-And th-then- he- he- hic! -he wou-wouldn’t stop!”

Your baby’s tears rolled down his cheeks like a never ending flood. Words slurred and normally big brown eyes red and blotchy. Atsumu wouldn’t even take any form of comfort from you in the slightest.

You’d offered your baby boy his stuffie. His favorite blanket. Even offering him breast. Atsumu had walked past the threshold today and utterly broken down. Nothing you could do was consoling him. Even when you tried to coax it out of him every word he spoke only ended with louder more distraught choking sobs.

This alarmed you to no end but you couldn’t do anything for him until he told you what was wrong. Atsumu, clinging to your chest, seemed to stop sobbing so hard when you simply played with his bleached curls and let him take a few breathes. So that’s what you did. Atsumu, still unable to really enjoy a good nurse, had his lips against your nipple. Sniffling and pressing his lips against your warm breast even if he didn’t latch. Open mouth soft cries as your fingers combed through his hair and you hushed him quietly.

Nothing too much. Cuddling your big baby to your bare breast and letting him sink into the skin to skin contact. One of his big hands on your breast that his cheek simply couldn’t occupy. Waiting for Atsumu to calm down and tell you what was wrong. You found that would have to wait because he fell asleep at your breast. Slack jawed and everything. You couldn’t even remove your nipple from his mouth if you tried. Sighing softly you snuggled him up close to you and let him sleep it off until he woke up.

Finally when he did wake up. Atsumu seemed a little more collected. Still his words came a little stuttered and slurred. Your baby boy was really upset. Justifiably so as you found out some of the things his twin had said to him when he stopped by for lunch. Osamu’s teasing palatable for Atsumu. But when he did it in front of the entire senior group of Jackals. It was too much for him.

Tears threatening your baby boy’s beautiful brown eyes once more. You cup his face and pepper it in kisses. Rewarding him with nothing but praise on how good a boy he was and how much he was loved. Atsumu came back down from the wind up he was working on. Leaning into your touch and your kisses. It wasn’t until you asked him if he wanted you to talk to Osamu did some sort of fix begin to happen. Atsumu didn’t want to admit it but sheepishly nodded to the idea of you going and talking to his twin. Leaving you to do exactly what you knew only you could do. Somethings only mommies could fix.

 You made the time to make a segway to Miya Onigiri during an off day. Well aware Osamu would be there. He of course had no qualms letting you in when he saw it was his twin’s other half knocking on the door.

“Yer not normally alone,” Osamu looked around like his brother would be in tow, “Where’s that baby huh?”

The look on your face clearly not amused.

Osamu laughed a little, “What, yer not really here to say ‘Tsumu was cryin ‘er somethin?”

“So it’s fine if I have to deal with the shit you say huh? Fun to leave me to deal with it?” You weren’t laughing.

Of course Osamu tried to play it off, “Wasn’t like I was serious or nothing-”

“It’s serious when I have to deal with it.”

“Yer not the one I meant-”

“Atsumu is shit is that what you wanna tell your brother? Might as well straight up tell him you hate him if you can’t be nice right?”

“’Tsumu knows I don’t-”

“Then maybe don’t harass him like that huh? Maybe don’t act like a total fucktard to the one person closest to you yeah?”

Osamu fell quiet. Look looked down at his shoes longer than he should have. Atsumu was one thing but he really didn’t like you being upset. If he could avoid that then he’d keep it up. Still your words were true and Osamu had to swallow that.

“Yeah, yer right...” Osamu nodded slowly, “Guess- I’ll say sorry ‘er something when I see ‘im next.”

“Thank you.” You offer Osamu a hug, “I just want my boys to play nice is all.”

Osamu laughed a little and hugged you back, “Y’know, ya practically sound like our mom ‘er something. No wonder ‘Tsumu likes ya.”

[itsdanii]

hello! can i request "i''m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention" + "i'm tired. just cuddle me." for timeskip osamu? my pronouns are she/her and i prefer being called baby. (˘͈ᵕ˘͈)

Hey, bub. Thank you so much for requesting! Sorry for the wait, I've been busy lately. Here's your request ♥️ I hope you like it! Have a good day, stay safe and hydrated!

Kitchen goes boom

genre: fluff

warning/s: slight cursing, do message me if i missed any

a/n: please do read the warnings before you proceed. warnings have been put there for a reason.

prompt/s: "im not going to stop poking you until you give me attention.", "im tired, just cuddle me."

ft. timeskip!osamu miya, f!reader

being spoiled too much by your fiance has its consequences. for example - blowing up his newly bought oven because you didn't know how to cook

"Y/n, stop," your fiance grunted for the nth time.

You've been doing nothing but poking his cheek for almost half an hour now and despite the amount of times Osamu told you to stop, you never did.

You scooted yourself closer to him before poking his nose, a small giggle emitting from you as Osamu groaned once again. "I'm not going to stop poking you until you give me attention. Just wake up, 'Samu. I'm hungry, and unless you want me to burn our house down, cook me something please."

Osamu peeked one of his eyes open, one hand draping over your waist to keep you close to him as he let out an exhausted sigh. "Baby, I'm tired, just cuddle me and sleep. I'll cook ya somethin' tomorrow, okay? Plus, we just had dinner awhile ago, aren't ya full?"

You stared at him without saying anything, contemplating wether or not you're going to keep bothering his sleep. It was obvious in his face that he had a rough day at work and to be honest, it made you feel guilty that you're ruining the only relax time he has.

Though what can you do? You weren't used to moving around the kitchen. Sure, you knew how to cook, but it didn't mean that the food you're going to cook would taste good. After all, it had always been Osamu who did the cooking for the both of you. At this point, you might just end up exploding your whole house.

But it was the way Osamu's eyelids were slowly fluttering close that made the decision for you.

Deciding to suck it up and hope that everything will turn out fine, you gave Osamu a small kiss on the lips before carefully sliding your way out of his arms and off the bed.

Once you reached the kitchen, you stared at the equipment that seemed to be intimidating you. You didn't know where to start nor what to do.

Letting out a deep breath, you gave yourself a reassuring nod before starting to work. "You can do this. Just do it like Samu usually does," you whispered to yourself as you pressed random buttons on the oven in front of you.

-

Osamu was woken up by the sound of something exploding, someone coughing, and the smell of smoke.

"Y/n? Baby?" he whispered as he saw the empty spot beside him. Suddenly remembering the conversation you had awhile ago, Osamu's eyes widened in realization before standing up abruptly, a low curse falling from his lip as he rushed his way to the kitchen.

He was greeted by the sight of smoke and you sitting on the floor while fanning yourself. Immediately, he ran over to your direction and picked you up in his arms, one hand rubbing your back to calm you down as you continued on coughing.

"It's okay, baby. I'm here," he whispered comfortingly as he sat the two of you down on the couch. He then started to do some checking on you, eyeing every possible spaces for a bruise. "Yer safe, that's all that matters."

Luckily, there were no fire left since you managed to reach for the fire extinguisher just in time.

"Ya okay now, baby?" Osamu asked as he cupped your cheeks, worry filling his heart as he saw how your eyes were starting to water. "Hey, don't cry. It's okay. We can replace the oven anytime. All that matters is that nothin' happened to ya."

"...'m sorry, 'Samu," you muttered before hiding your face to the side of his neck, embarrassed at the fact that you didn't only disturb his sleep but also ruined his precious kitchen. "I was just trying to make some food but... it just exploded."

As you tried to explain in between sniffles, Osamu listened attentively. He didn't say anything but instead, gave the top of your head a kiss as if nothing just happened. "How 'bout we order a takeout for now and then tomorrow we'll fix the mess?"

"No," you answered with a shake of your head. "I'm not hungry anymore. I lost my appetite. Just wanna cuddle and sleep in your arms now."

Osamu simply nodded without any hesitations. Carefully, he carried you in his arms and made his way to your bedroom. He made sure to tuck you in before sliding his way in and wrapping you in his embrace.

And as he watched you slowly falling asleep in his arms, Osamu could only murmur one thing, "Fuckin' finally."

[quirklessidiot]

Title: filthy rich [3/3]  Pairing: millionaire!sakusa kiyoomi x y/n [filthy capitalist au] Genre: mystery, major angst ahead, thriller, mafia!au-ish

Synopsis: Just run, Y/N. Don’t look back.

Warnings: dark and yandere themes, toxic relationships, mentions of violence, shady business, class differences, mentions of rape, smoll breeding kink, unwanted pregnancy, mentions of abortion, and sakusa being a manipulative bastard 

Notes: 

Im disappering again for a week or two so as a parting gift, here ya go, im starting a bokuto fanfic soon and posting the reboot of notice me soon too hnnng thanks for the wait guys uwu

A sorta realistic take on a yandere is harder than it looks kssjdn omg anyways here yall go the long awaited last chapter of filthy rich. I’m not sure if I should put like a one shot sequel but so far im marking this series completed. Thanks for sticking by!

previous || series masterlist || blood son [sequel;one shot]

You run your hands through your hair and shut your eyes tight, the quietness and stillness of your shared apartment was something to bask on before you put on a fake mask of happiness. It had been exactly two months since you found out about the birth control switch and the medaide agenda. 

In the span of those two months, you had grown more observant towards your boyfriend’s actions and you knew that it wouldn’t be anytime soon until he actually notices that you were onto him. 

You let out a shaky breath as you recollected some weird things you’ve seem to have noticed, how his brows would furrow when he’d receive a call indicating that something was up and it was serious or how you visited your ex-boss one time a week or so ago along with Kenjiro since you wanted to see how he was doing.

“...Well, he just didn’t come home and sold the place. Apparently he was in a rush to move or something because of family matters so I didn’t exactly see him.” the neighbor gossiped to you two.

“Y/N?”

You jump on your spot as you hear that dreadfully familiar voice.

“Hey,” You greet, walking up to him, you decide to do your usual hug but stop when you notice a small red stain on his necktie, the tie is dark blue and although it wasn’t obvious from afar, it definitely was up close. Your brows are furrowed together, this time in pure curiosity, “Did you get hurt? It’s unlike you to get messy.”

You notice the quick shift of attitude in his eyes, you were seemingly getting good at observing his emotions these days and it looked like he panicked for a second there.

Odd.

“A friend of mine had gotten hurt a while ago, you remember Atsumu Miya?”

A vivid image of a blonde man crossed your mind, he was another conglomerate friend of your boyfriend, another person to be weary of to add to the list, “Oh, is he alright?” you asked, trying to keep it casual as you untie his tie for him as usual.

“Yes. He’s awfully clumsy. You don’t need to worry.”

“Oh…” You mumbled, “by the way, I visited my ex-chief.”

“Ex-chief?”

“Mhm.” you hummed, “You know, my boss from before? Me and a few co-workers decided to visit him since he was a really good boss. Turns out he just left without telling anyone, poor man.”

“Sounds unpleasant. Did you know why he quit?”

“No.” You shrugged as you take the tie out and place it on the side, “He suddenly just quit his job and moved, neighbors said it was also because of family matters. It’s kinda weird because as far as we knew, he didn’t have a family.”

“Would you like me to look into it?”

You almost stiffen when he slithers his arms on your waist but you didn’t want to give away any suspicion, “No. I don’t want to pry. Hopefully he’s enjoying his retirement.” You sighed, turning towards him with a tight smile, “Now what would you like for dinner? I was thinking Mediterranean? I need to lose some weight since I’ve been feeling bloated for a while.”

He leans in for a soft kiss on your temple, “Mediterranean would be fine. Would you like anything else? We could order more.” he hummed, his lips slowly started to dangerously hover on top of yours.

“No, it’s fine.” You give him a quick peck and wiggle your way out of his arms, your stomach doesn’t feel well these days. Whenever you were near Sakusa you had the urge to throw up your innards despite having an empty stomach.

You don’t notice the dangerous gaze on your behind as you pick up the phone for your take-out.

Sakusa hasn’t felt you in a long time and it’s driving him insane, he wants to feel your heat, your body, and everything in between. He wants to fill you up and see you pregnant with his children. He wants everyone in the world to know you were his and his only.

Yet he can’t do that.

You’ve ignored his affections these past few weeks and it had been driving him insane to the point where he had to ask one of his men to put an eye on you to see if you had been cheating on him or seeing someone else.

Yet you hadn’t.

Your routine was the same old one and Sakusa is digging his nails deeply into his skin in his office one day with his tie uncharacteristically untied. Miya Atsumu sits across him, taking a sip from his flask, “Ya look like shit.” the blonde points out.

“Fuck off, Miya.”

“Heard from your cousin that you’re not getting laid by your girl these days.”

“You better be thankful that you’ve got men behind you or I’d be shooting your fucking brains out for saying that.” Sakusa spats, his dark gaze pointedly looking at the blonde across him.

“You should just find someone else then and not yer prude of a-”

“Keep telling me ideas like that and maybe I might just shoot you and chop your body up until it looks fuckin’ unrecognizable.”

Atsumu raises his hands up, signaling that he was giving up, “Gee, omi-omi. I was just giving my advise. It’s so easy to drop her.”

“I don’t want to drop what’s mine.”

“You’ve got issues.” He chuckles, “Haven’t you been switching out her pills and fucking her raw for the last couple of months? I bet yer ass you got her pregnant on that before but ya just don’t know it. Getting her pregnant would definitely secure her spot in her life. Woman’s nuthin’ without ya.”

“She’s...she’s not showing…”

“When was the last time ya two went at it?”

“Two months ago.”

“Ya poor boy.” Atsumu sighs, shaking his head, “Ya sure you don’t want to take a break from being a loyal boyfriend for one night? i bet Y/N wouldn’t notice.”

“And no one would notice if you fucking disappeared. I’ll make sure of it, now get out.”

You may not have been the sharpest tool on the shed but you know that someone’s been tailing you these past few days, you’re not stupid. You could only come to the conclusion that it was Sakusa who was doing such things but you couldn’t get why.

Something just didn’t make sense. It felt like you were missing an important piece in the puzzle, med-aide and the switch of your pills and now a hidden tail?

You furrow your brows together in deep thought  as you sat down next to a teenage boy on his phone, you decided to take the bus today to the grocery store, surprisingly the one tailing you wasn’t around today.

Your eyes slowly shift towards the boy’s phone, it seemed like he was playing a video game.

An otome game, to be exact.

You felt your lips twitch up, you remembered those games a lot growing up. The graphics seem to have massively improved now by the looks of it, “...That looks interesting.” You tell the teenage boy who turns to you in surprise.

“Oh, thanks.” the blonde replied quietly.

“Is that a new otome game?”

“Kind of.” He blinks, his gaze returning back to the screen,  “It’s sort of a remake of the yandere simulator from back then.”

You feel your shoulders tense up.

“A yandere?”

“Yeah.” The blonde nods, “The girl’s awfully creepy in the game, she stalks him, does things to get him. The player has to catch her in the act and evade her at the same time.”

“Oh…” You blink, “I-uh, this is weird… but what’s a yandere again?’

“It’s someone obsessively in love with you. They’ll do anything to have you stay by them.” He says, pushing on a button but suddenly the screen turns red and you feel shivers run down your spine as you hear him curse and the words ‘you’re caught’ appear on the screen.

“W-what happened to your character?”

“He died. Nothing much.” he mumbles, “If the Yandere knows they can’t have you, they’ll kill you.”

You immediately went pale as soon as you heard that. Maybe, just maybe you were being paranoid. He wouldn’t go to that extent, would he?

“How did your character escape the yandere in the game?” 

“Well, I haven’t finished the game yet but based on some anime’s and manga’s I've usually read. They either killed to get away or they moved so far away where they wouldn’t be seen so I think the creator might have the same ending.” The blonde said, he slowly looked to your side, “You’re looking awfully pale, ma’am. Are you alright?”

“Yeah, j-just remembered a horrible game I played back when I was your age.” You gulped in, “Nightmares, you know? The yandere tried to get my character pregnant and tried to get in her way of moving out of the country.”

“Sounds like a very realistic one.”  He mumbles, “What did your character do?”

“I wasn’t able to finish it.” you whispered, loud enough for him to only hear, “I couldn’t really find a way out.”

“The developers of the game must’ve made it hard for you. Maybe your character should’ve ran away,” he advised, “Or better yet, you should’ve killed him.”

“I-well, I don't think there were options like that.”

“Well if I were you and there was no option for killing, I’d run. Far, far away. Change my identity and all that.” he exits the game and stuffs the phone back in his pocket, you get a good look of his cat-like eyes and immediately feel a shiver on your spine with the next words he say, “I mean its a game but you wouldn’t wanna loose and get your character killed, right?”

“R-right.”

The teenage boy hops down without even saying goodbye and you have a scary realization that you can’t break it off like you originally had planned. You needed to run, run far as you can and get lost.

The words that the teenage boy says echoes in your head for the next few days, from that point on, realization dawns upon you that, nothing is certain now. You couldn’t trust anyone, you couldn’t let friends and family be involved in this. Sakusa Kiyoomi is a powerful man so you needed to be careful with how you were going to disappear.

You continue to act nonchalant and the same as you try to lay out your plan but you knew that you had only a week or so to complete this for it to successfully work.

Sakusa Kiyoomi wonders what he should do to save the relationship, he’s tried everything in the book that he could think of but you remained the same. Was this the end of the relationship? For real?

He could never stomach the idea of having you leave him.

It’s eerie that day, something felt different when he came home to an empty apartment. It looked the same yet something felt very, very different. Apparently the apartment guards said you were here since your car hadn’t left the driveway and they hadn’t seen you go out.

He checks out your side of the closet, your clothes remain there untouched and your toiletries were there too. He scans the fridge for your notes but nothing is stuck there. He suddenly feels like something cold was dumped on him.

It couldn’t be, right?

Right?

He runs to every room, checking every nook and cranny and when he finally reaches the last room which was the bathroom, nothing is there.

Everything was in its place except you.

Where were you?

Your bank account remains untouched, your wallet and phone was left in the apartment. It was as if you were returning home, the very least. Komori tells him to calm down, saying that they’re letting the best people find you around the city, they don’t rule out that someone might’ve had the audacity to touch you.

Whoever took you would be given hell to pay, that’s for sure. Was it the triad? Kkangpae’s? Or opposing yakuza’s? Oh, they’ll definitely have their heads on the platter if they tried to harm a single hair on your head.

Sakusa doesn’t even hesitate to notify the police about you already despite the memorandum that twenty-four hours is needed to consider a person missing, it's nothing a little money can fix.

“I hope we find her soon.” Your aunt sighed, “I’ve notified her parents about it. It’s definitely weird that she’d leave all her valuables behind.”

Hinata and Natsu sit there next to their mom, completely sad and worried, “I’ve hired the best people for it already, obaasan. We’ll find Y/N.” Sakusa replies yet his thoughts are in a complete frenzy now.

And find you they did.

No stone was left unturned. He made sure of it. Yet after a month of relentless searching. Nothing came up, it seemed like you had just vanished and Sakusa Kiyoomi had turned the whole underground world upside down for you but nothing came up.

Some say that you disappeared and ran away but that was immediately ruled out, no security cameras saw you in and out during that day and it would be impossible for you to just leave without security cameras on you. The guard had exclaimed that despite the blackout that day, the generators only took a few minutes to power up so they’d definitely catch you on camera in case you ever exited the building (along with the guards since they knew exactly what you looked liked) plus the clothes and such were still there, left untouched.

Some said you died, it was definitely impossible for you to just vanish without a single trace after all since everyone was looking for you.

Yet no one dared to say it in front of the boss, not if they valued their life.

The billionaire had dried out his connections to find you. What good was it to be the most powerful and richest man in the country if he couldn’t find you? Life had no meaning now, you were gone. It felt like a part of him was ceasing to function.

Sakusa Kiyoomi was a dead man walking now.

Unknown to the whole world, you’re in a small town with little to no signal. Your hair is chopped unevenly and your skin is darker from the repeated exposure under the sun, your life is simple and mundane now yet you’re happy.

For the first time in months, you actually felt free.

You shut your eyes tight, the events that transpired this past few months replayed  in your head. Your escape was definitely done as carefully as you can and you didn’t even know if you’d succeed since you weren’t a master in that sort of thing.

You recalled that it was a week before you ran away, a few days after you met that kid in the bus. Someone from the electric company had come to inform you that there was a scheduled black out in the city that day during the afternoon and you felt something bubble up in you. That was the day you’d put your plan into motion.

You knew that the longer you delayed your plan, the harder it would be to escape.

You had a few minutes to actually put your plan to work. The camera’s on the hallways would cease to function for a few minutes according to the guard downstairs as he did a protocol on the building (apparently the generators were quick). So that morning after Sakusa left, you placed only a few clothes and the stash of money you had been carefully hiding in a garbage bag and chopped your hair short in an uneven manner. Burning all the remaining hair on the fireplace and the black hair color that you use with it. The maid uniform that you stole on your floor and a fake name plate that you made was on and you were good to go.

The minute the black out started, you took the garbage bag and walked out. Taking the stairway used by the caretakers, you made sure to just look down and never directly up at the camera’s pretending to work.

When you finally made it out of your building. You let out a stiff sigh and put down the bag, it was only the beginning. If you thought the same way as Sakusa Kiyoomi, you could only imagine that you needed to be more careful from this point on.

You take the newly bought duffel bag that you strategically hid behind some boxes. Thankfully when you had placed it yesterday afternoon, it hadn’t been touched. 

You put on a pair of shorts and a baggy shirt with cheap shades and stuffed the maid uniform in the duffel bag along with your belongings in the garbage bag. You take the other route that led to the busy streets. It was easy to look like a tourist and seemingly blend in the crowd, from that point on, you only had one destination in mind.

When you were younger, you vividly remember an acquaintance telling you about this small town outside of Tokyo where her grandparents were from. It was only an hour away via plane and when you went down another few hours via bus yet if you took the bus route all in all, it would take a few days.

Since it was far, only a few busses actually went there and since you had to leave within the day, you decided to just take the bus nearest to that town and take another bus when you arrived there.

The plan smooth-sailed from that point on.

Except for one minor detail.

You open your eyes and look down at your now small bump. The monster who almost had you trapped left a parting gift, you grip your garden hoe tightly.

A big part of you wanted to kill it.

Yet every time you try to, you hesitate.

The moment you arrived here, you had to pretend to be a weary and poor widow. You just didn’t expect to be a weary and poor expecting widow. You let out an uncharted sigh at the thought, it was hard enough to be alone here with little to no money. 

This child had the demon’s blood in it.

Yes, you may have gone free from his cage but in truth with his seed growing in your stomach day by day, you started to feel quite the opposite.

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