#you stupid mother fuckers deserve to suffer

[aconstantstateofbladerunner]

People who use essential oils as alternative medicine don’t deserve rights.

[angelsanarchy]

Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 01 -> CH 02

"Having any second thoughts about staying in the house of horrors?" "I'm embracing the horrors that make up my life, remember?"

A year ago Jack was being checked into a mental health facility by his best friend. He didn't resist. He felt like he had lost his mind in the process of losing his parents, his childhood dog, his fiancee and the baby she was carrying, along with things that weren't as important like his home in California and his job for the magazine. He had officially lost everything and the only thing that was keeping him tethered to life was Shanda. She refused to let him off himself so the next best thing was to get him help.

Jack had received a few diagnoses during his facilitation. He learned some hard truths as well. His mother had perished in the car accident with his father, the "neighbor" Duncan was actually not real and the people who lived next door were all much older and retired without children.

Once he finally got around to reaching out to Cleo, she threatened him with a restraining order if he ever contacted her again. He knew he deserved that after letting her suffer from a miscarriage alone.

The doctors felt as though the repressed memories of his sexual abuse as a child would eventually resurface. They claimed it to be PTSD triggered by the sudden deaths of his parents. The mental break was classified as a psychotic disorder which made him roll his eyes.

"Oh just that?" He had criticized the doctors at how blase they had been when he explained he tried to murder the ghost of his mother in the place she had died in the car wreck. He knew he was psychotic, he just wanted to make sure he would be able to get cigarettes when they locked him up and threw away the key. However once he got an established therapist, a plethora of medications and a regularly monitored schedule, they felt he was ready to be released.

"Are you sure this is where you want to be? We can get a place here that's not this house or you can move in with Crystal and I?" Shanda had picked Jack up from the facility and he was determined to gut out the memories of his childhood home and start over. There was nothing left in California for him and currently this was the only place he could go that he knew and didn't have to pay for.

"I'll be fine. I'm sure you've already removed the sharp objects so what's the worse thing I could get into?" Jack joked darkly.

"I'm serious. I can stay with you if you want? Crystal will understand." Shanda pressed. Jack hadn't been alone since the day she dropped him at the facility. The idea of leaving him unsupervised in a place with so many horrible memories didn't sit right with her.

"I'm highly medicated and supervised by a licensed therapist almost daily. Fuck, they even have a care worker that stops by at least twice a week to make sure I'm not just sitting around drinking myself to death so I think your bases are covered, Shan." Jack knew the medications had terrible side effects but he can honestly say killing himself hadn't been on his mind in at least 4 months.

Shanda had visited him in the facility once a month and once he leveled out, his therapist had him write apology letters to all those he had hurt. The only person to reply was his old coworker who had sent a "Sorry about you getting fired after you lost your mind" text. Shanda got a letter but she slapped him in the forehead and said "I love you, you stupid fucker." He didn't expect Cleo to respond but he hoped that she was doing alright.

He had abandon all forms of social media during his rehabilitation and had zero desire to fire up any of those accounts now that he was out. There were moments where he wasn't even sure why they agreed to release him but he wanted to at least try and live as normal as possible.

Shanda pulled up to Jack's childhood home which she had made sure to run threw top to bottom almost as if she was child proofing it for Jack's brain to handle. He joked about the sharp objects but she in fact replace the cutlery with plastic ware just to be sure.

"Having any second thoughts about staying in the house of horrors?" Shanda asked pulling him from his thoughts as he stared at the house.

"I'm embracing the horrors that made up my life, remember?" Jack looked from the house towards his best friend. He reached out and grabbed her shoulder, pulling her into a hug inside of the car and feeling the bone crushing grip she had on him. He knew she was scared. He couldn't lie and say he wasn't either but he had to try. He couldn't live locked up forever.

They got out of the car and walked into the front doors. Things had been cleaned up. The window had been repaired and the floors looked polished.

"Jesus did you stress clean the whole house?" Jack teased tossing his bag on the floor.

"Fuck no, I called a service. I'm not Mary fucking Poppins, bitch." Shanda shook her head. Jack smiled at his friend and gave her a playful shove. He walked through the first floor of the house, into the kitchen and noticed the plastic ware.

"So who do I call when I need a can opener?" Jack tapped the top of some spaghetti-O's with a plastic knife.

"Try Ramen. It's in a package and you can tear it open with your teeth." Shanda had apparently gone grocery shopping too. The pantry as full of snacks and things for him to prepare that require minimal effort.

"Oh so you prefer I die of heart failure from the sodium instead of driving a corkscrew into my neck, I see." Jack tossed the package of Ramen on the counter. Jack's jokes about death or killing himself used to bring humor to their conversations but Shanda found it hard to hear him joke so freely after watching him go through his breakdown.

"Hey, I wouldn't be back here if I didn't think I could handle it. I promise to call you every day. I have my therapist on speed dial and I will talk to one of the neighbors about being my life alert or whatever if that will make you relax." Jack put his hands on Shanda's shoulders and rubbed hoping to ease her anxiety. She threw her arms around him to hug him once again. This time he hugged back with the same force.

"I love you, you stupid bitch. Don't you ever forget it." She said into is hair.

"I love you too, you whore." She had saved his life. It was time he started making something of it again so it would be worth it.

[rosedarkness24]

Cult of Souls: Lamb's true Devotion.

Tw: Cuss words and slight gore.

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Whispers. Whispers. All they could hear was his whispering, cutting off a sense greatly needed in battle. They knew he was calling for them to die. To come to him and heal, but it'd ruin all their progress.

Swinging their axe, they cut open the last heretic. Watching as a red blob of organs spew out. Looking over to the middle of the clearing they wait.

But, when the loot chest doesn't fall and the barriers to the room haven't fallen, panic hits them. Looking around the clearing, trying to find what they have missed. Yet, it was too late. Before they could spot the bat, it charged and landed a killing blow.

It was so sudden they couldn't register it, the change from the dark blue night shrouded in shadows, to a blinding white with warm relaxing clouds of mists. It hurt their eyes, making them close them tightly. Only to slowly open them for them to adjust to the sudden change. The sound of chains were the first thing they heard in the past hours. A sound that's now starting to annoy them.

Turning to the unsavory beast, they call a God. The smell of Rot was uncomfortably choking them, crawling at their insides begging for a reaction. But they give none. They aren't stupid, you don't tell a God they fucking reak. That just being near them makes you sick. No, instead, their mask fall into place as natural as one who sees a loved one.

Kneeling before the God of Death, "May I request you quit whispering in my ear?"

There was silence, something unusual for their unusual visits. The God was so talkative, now is unnaturally silent. Looking up from where they were, they let their eyes meet the felines dead on. Not caring if it's not something you shouldn't do. As they have learned from most the felines in their cult.

There's confusion in those red orbs. While they couldn't see where the iris or pupils were, they knew well enough that he was looking at them. They could feel it.

Unease sinks into them as they watch him lean forward, coming closer to them, "Mmmm..... Vessel, I don't give a shit. Neither should you."

Their eye twitched. 'This Mother Fucker.' Of course their God wouldn't give a shit. He has done this since day one. And more than once has it lead to their death, "You just want to see me die." Their voice flat and cold. "Yet you forget yourself my lord. For I am of no use to you if you yourself make me fucking useless."

"Suck it up." He didn't even give them time to react to such a rude comment before continuing. "You're useful dead and alive. The entertainment I get watching you suffer has made my time here. And more~"

That it, that's another reason for them to take his power. Sadistic Cat. Stupid sadist cat. "....Then you shall wait another thousand years before your release, I can be just as bullshity as you my lord."

Chains being smacked by bone could be heard, definitely the God's tail flicking in annoyance. "If I were so inclined to believe, you don't worship me vessel."

"How the fuck do I worship someone, who by all means annoys me, treats me like a fucking shitshow, and gets their kicks watching me suffer?"

"Hypocrisy you spill. You do the same."

"I DO NOT!"

"Lil' Man?"

"THAT MOTHER FUCKER CALLED ME STUPID! HE DESERVED WORSE THAN WHAT FA-" They froze not continuing that sentence. Something new just dawned on them. But the God brushed past it. Wanting their attention only on him.

"Vessel. You torment others and carry venom for all who step too far on you. You stalk your following, watching their lives like a damn show. Then you relish in their suffering as they die by your hand. You are a hypocrite."

"...... I get it from you."

A dorky grin grows on the God's face. Something that pulled at the Lamb's heart softly. Though it's not enough for them to care. They never cared. They have no respect or devotion for any rotten Gods. For Rot is the sign that a God is dieing and infected. Why worship a dieing God.

"Entertain me Vessel and sit by my side." They look to the feline, then to the two by his side. They haven't given reaction to the bickering for the whole time they've been here. Honestly, they could understand a bit why the God was bored. Letting out a sigh, they get up and move over to the large being.

"Only if it pleases you my lord." They go to sit next to him, only to have him slip his hand under them and pull them up. They didn't mind, just let their legs hang off his large boney ichor covered hand.

"Your existence pleases me vessel." Words that to the Lamb felt untrue. No matter how much convincing the God would do, they will never believe someone would care. Nor will they ever believe it. No one will hurt them, for they will always expect it. Letting the feline God feel their wool and inspect them for injuries, though they both know wounds never transfer over.

"Every inch of you is perfect...." There was sorrow and pain in those words. Something that was the truth for the God. As to why they didn't know nor did they care to know. He wasn't worth knowing.

[loveoversense]

I have so many thoughts! Part 1 because I’ll have to get back to this later. More under the cut because spoilers~

Okay time for another rambling thought on this series!

I feel like this may be an unpopular opinion, but honestly Rose ‘growing up’ and realizing how fucked the system is, and wanting to not be part of it anymore? I actually really like that. In the books she’s opposed to the younger kids becoming guardians and would fight for that, but making a choice as strong as actually walking away from it? She doesn’t do that until in the books something else happens that is slightly more extreme and closer to home. I’m just going like hell yeah Rose, leave those fuckers, build your own life.

That being said, Mason in the books did sort of rub me wrong, you know sometimes just a bit too “I am a nice guy why won’t Rose sleep with meeee”

Mason in the series? Slightly those vibes but what a sweetheart, taking care of Rose, being worried for her. Bless him, can we keep him please.

Okay watching and typing now. Kieron Moore, the acting your face does, my oh my. He looks miserable in that church, exhausted, bone tired, grasping at straws as not only the rug, but his entire belief system has been yanked from underneath him. And somehow Tatiana says the one right thing for him in this case. He wants to keep believing, even though Rose’s existence has basically disproven everything he stands for, built his life on. That’s really fucking difficult. I wouldn’t sleep well either Dimka.

That being said, hooking up with Miss Vogel? Stupid. Just really fucking stupid. Also though, the symbolism? Committing himself to the very embodiment of the current system? Yeah, almost subtle storytelling ;). He’s trying to make himself want this, to forget about Rose-erm I mean freedom, the possibility of a better life.

Speaking of acting, Sisi Stringer, the things you do with YOUR face. The HEARTBREAK. UGH. I feel Rose’s anger,desperation, pain. It was so well done. And then the fight. Listen, I am all for the angst in my ships. Bring it on, make them suffer before it gets better. But the fight? The FIGHT?! I mean obviously there were the really uncomfortable hunger games vibes, with the clowns, really emphasizing that this is a glorified gladiator match. Real people being made to suffer for the entertainment of the higher class.

So already wildly uncomfortable with the setting, but then they start fighting and yeah, I’m cheering on Rose. Tell him how you feel darling, make him listen! Only… only then, Dimitri’s not fighting back. He doesn’t want to hurt her, it’s the last thing he ever wanted. And in the one moment he does react, he stands there, frozen, horrified, because- because he’s just like him after all, he’s no better than his father, using the system they are a part of as an excuse to hurt those around him. He opens himself up to the kick, he saw her coming from miles away, but couldn’t convince himself to defend or block it. Couldn’t convince himself that he didn’t deserve everything Rose was giving him.

And Rose, Rose is just begging for a reaction. Anything, to show that the man she fell in love with is there, strong, determined, capable Dimitri. Not this shell of a man who hides behind cowardly words like duty and expectation and refuses to even talk to her. If he was going to give up what they had together for his life as a Guardian, he better show he's convinced, ges committed. If he's choosing this other life, this existence of oppression over her, he better actually want it, and prove that he does. Because Rose is used to people not choosing her, not even her mother chose her after all, but to not be chosen, in favour of something as harmful and reductive as the life of a dhampirs only committed to this apparent duty that is turning out to be nothing more than a historic marketing trick to normalise systemic oppression? That's insult to injury.

And the whole set-up was uncomfortable at the start, but when Rose kept going, kept hitting Dimitri, begging for any kind of reaction, and him just staying down and taking it? That really hit home for me, because it was just terrible, agonizing, hurt. Here we see what happens when oppressive systems are at their full effect, playing out disadvantaged parties against each other. It shows us how, if we’re not careful, rather than destroy the system that is causing us pain, we may end up destroying one another instead.

[daisychainsandbowties]

how did you figure out that you’re nonbinary and that you specifically use they/them pronouns? /genq

oh okay so figuring out gender was a ‘casper is stupid for 17 entire years’ situation.

i basically came out of the cradle insisting that it was cringe and terrible of my parents to think of me as a girl. i was, emphatically, a Pokémon obsessed little guy since i could form entire sentences. but it was 2002, and frankly i was more concerned with how far i could spit and collecting spiders off the bushes to be worried about it. my parents (bless) were 100% cool with getting my clothes in the boys section & letting me do whatever i wanted (except get ice cream from the ice cream van every day. their one and only instance of homophobia 😔) so i didn’t really suffer, especially, beyond scowling at people in school when they dared to refer to me. 

it was pretty clear to me when i was 11 that having a cursed body was, indeed, going to be a curse. not worth mentioning how terrible and evil 11-14 was for me physically, tho to be fair i also took up swordfighting then so swings and roundabouts.

but yeah, around when i was 9 i knew there was a huge massive problem but then my mom got cancer (multiple myeloma) and… yeah gender crisis took a backseat while we watched her almost die about three times (pulmonory embolism, stem-cell transplant, getting shingles with no immune system bc chemo). my grandmother looked after me while Hospital.

unhelpful to the anti-trans-kids-existing demons bc she was also like intensely indulgent of my refusal to wear anything but my brazil football jersey. she let me eat nothing but artificial cheese slices put on a single slice of white bread and then microwaved because i had the massive trump card of not being allowed to see my mother for almost six months. i think she was grateful that i seemed to find the whole situation too serious to cry over. my best friend was a boy & he was pretty willing to be like ‘ok cool. ur not a girl. can we go on the trampoline?’ 

& then, when things calmed down & i was about 16/17, i had come out as gay (good for me) about two years before & then i realised i was oh fuck A Bit More Complicated than that i spent a while agonising over it. really a long walks on the beach pondering my gay ass type deal.

but then, just when i was kind of starting to vibe with being enby, I got really really sick, which lasted aboooout 5/6 years where it was just an old school platforming game but titled ‘casper tries not to die while trying to get a degree & two masters’). very do not pass go do not collect 200 of the universe to Do That. but hey. 

so it was around Pandemic when i finally got the brainspace to actually think, & i realised that i was definitely trans, probably nonbinary. i experimented for a while with different pronouns. realised my ‘dumbass nickname everyone has to call me’ was my ACTUAL NAME (never underestimate my stupidity and ignorance) & yeah at first i was thinking of going the hormones path (do not ever please god don’t get me started on how hard that is in this stupid bastard country. 5 years waiting period, on average. have to get diagnosed formally by a team of psychiatrists with what is characterised as a ‘mental illness’. have to ‘live’ - as Some Fucker sees it - as your ‘chosen’ gender for like two years AND be out to basically everybody - realistic and safe i say sarcastically i say while looking into the camera like i'm on the office - oh look i got started. anyway. bullshittery)

but eventually i realised huh nope i just wanted top surgery (same fucking deal with the health service tho) & for people to use they/them generally (i am not too fussed w/ pronouns for myself tho. like, a lot of my friends use he/him because frankly i deserve it most of the time with the himbo behaviour. professionally i insist on they/them for consistency. i get congnitive dissonance with she/her as in i get a weird shock & want to laugh & wonder who the fuck they’re talking about for a sec before i realise it’s me. but like, miffed too much i am not).

also gender is a big pendulum for me it’s an elliptic orbit sometimes for a few weeks i’m like a feminine guy and other times i feel like a masculine gay & sometimes i feel like the autism creature (bc i AM an autism creature, always). 

but i have, essentially, felt nonbinary always. trust me i have a pic of blue-eyed blond 5y/o me sitting on my bed in my Pokemon-themed room wearing a Manchester United jersey and holding my PS2 controller in my hands with a profoundly vacant and himboish expression on my face. it did fully take me 17 whole years to have my ‘oh’ moment about it, but a lot of that was profoundly indulgent parents who were you can’t even imagine how determined to not raise me the way they were raised - which meant, apparently, that if i wanted to be a spider-collecting, bug obsessed pokémon-fixated little guy who kept snapping branches off the bamboo and fashioning makeshift swords out of them - well then that was the creature they’d send to school every day. 

i think the tldr here is: casper stupid. gender a concept. 

[jungkookbunnybts]

You all hoes, listen up and pay attention. Stop being a bitch to my girl jasmin @savageeviljasmin stop threatening her and giving her a death threats! Stop hating on her, stop hurting her feelings and bullying her!! You all jerks are fucking annoying like hell. Giving me a damn headache and getting on my damn nerves 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄 my poor girl jasmin is going through lots of shit in her life!! She fucking mad, upset, emotional, depressed, overwhelmed, stressed out, she suffering a lot of pain because of you all bitches talk crap towards her at her face and behind her back, you all think bullying is ok on freaking social media??? Well is not ok at all!!! 😡😡😡🤬🤬🤬🤬 stop blaming jasmin and get jasmin involved with your damn crap!!!! She has nothing to do with this!!!!! And yes jasmin didn’t want to fucking role play on Instagram because of you all asshole! She staying on Tumblr and stop begging her and forcing her and dragging her back on instagram for your stupid role play because you all are so damn rude and toxic have no freaking respect no freaking manners!!!! So make up your damn mind, do you want jasmin back on instagram for your dumb role play yes or no???? No you don’t!! Because you all didn’t give a damn about jasmin at all!!! And get the fuck out off Tumblr and stay on fucking instagram right now!!!!! I’m so sick and tired of your bullshit and your stupid excuse for jasmin and talk crap about jasmin blaming on jasmin for your own excuses, jasmin also has a mental health problems, she has a damn seizure!!!! She has trust issues and anger issues and she fucking sensitive!!!!!! Katie @darkevilkatie and my little brother mason @littlemasonlovebts are also sensitive and jungkookfrombts2023 your a piece of shit treat jasmin like garbage and stop abusing Katie and mason there freaking kids!!!!! and your fake so don’t act all innocent just because your real, you all don’t want jasmin back on instagram for role play???? Oh don’t worry about that because she isn’t coming back on instagram for role play anymore since you all cunts, whore did this! Your god damn fault not jasmin and it doesn’t matter if you all got mad just because jasmin left you all in damn group chat on instagram because you all deserve it. not jasmin. because jasmin deserve much better then that,unlike you all bitches. and it doesn’t matter if your talking to your parents in real life, at least say your talking to your parents in real life and not ignore jasmin or mason or Katie or Johnny @darkeviljohnny or Austin @evilaustin2015 or anybody and do you have a fucking damn problem if jasmin stay on Tumblr? Huh!!! Yeah you do got a problem and is always about jasmin smh, jasmin this jasmin that, we want jasmin we don’t want jasmin we miss jasmin it isn’t the same without her. Bullshit because she can not trust any of you anymore because of you all rude attitude, rude personality and rude behaviours. So you all better knock it off or else I’m going to lose it. My twin @cutekookiebunnybts11 losing it, jin @jinlovesuga31 losing it jin twin @jinbts788 losing it all of my bts members @jinlovesuga31 @jinbts788 @jiminbts12 @jhopebts11 @kittysuga1993 @hotsexyteatea @rmtherapper are losing it, we love and care about jasmin and worry about jasmin. She not fat, she not ugly, she is pretty and beautiful and perfect the way she is, but you all mother fuckers got to stop this nonsense about jasmin. The fight and drama about jasmin has to end right now!!!!! If you keep talking more shit about jasmin then you all getting block and report or else I’ll post more shit about you all, you son of a bitch!!!!! and stop Asian hate as well because is getting ridiculous, we had enough of your lame drama. So enough is enough!!!! Please fucking understand that, you all sluts!!!! Thank you, you idiots your all douch bags!!!! Now get lost and get a damn life and die you dick head!!!!! Bye you all immature wannabe ugh smh 😒😒😒😒😒😑😑😑🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻

[rozcdust]

Murder on my mind

Pairing: Petshop trio x gn!reader

Genre: Crack, Soulmate AU

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: Canon divergent, ooc, violence, bodily harm, suggestive, profanity

Synopsis: Your soulmate is a fucking asshole and you’re absolutely tired.

pt. 1 | pt. 2

Now, you weren’t a particularly violent, or even mean person, in fact, you were an epiphany of an angel compared next to Ran and Rindou.

You did, however, promise yourself you’ll curb stomp your soulmate and make the fucker eat concrete as soon as you meet them, because Jesus fucking Christ.

They’re a fucking douchebag.

Some people have cute soulmate connections, like first words written on their skin, or a timer, or a birthdate, or one of their eyes matched those of their soulmates, or a mark where your soulmate will first touch you, but no.

Of course you couldn’t get that, of course it couldn’t be sweet and simple.

You got the worst fucking option possible.

You get your soulmate’s injuries.

And your soulmate was some fucking asshole that either did some sort of martial arts, got their shit rocked as a profession, or just got injured for fun because you’ve been black and blue since you were goddamn 11.

Sure, you got some minor bruises or cuts before that, but everything got worse at 12, but by the oh-so-old age of 15, you got so familiar with the ER staff that they gave you an affectionate nickname of ‘Aw poor baby’ and let you wrap up the cuts yourself, only occasionally jumping in to help if you got a broken bone or something that needed a scan.

All the radiation probably caused some brain damage, but you chose to not think about that, because you were absolutely focused on plotting your soulmate’s demise.

You were honestly tired of your face, ribs, legs and stomach being constantly bruised, the skin knuckles of your knuckles perpetually torn and bruised, the inside of your mouth bleeding randomly and at worst time possible.

Thank whatever prankster of a God there is that you didn’t get the pain from the injuries, because that would have actually made you go insane and probably send on a hunt to murder your soulmate, or get them locked away somewhere where they couldn’t fucking do whatever the fuck their dumbass thought they were doing.

Your parents were absolutely not pleased to find out tattoos also counted as injuries when a tiger tattoo appeared on your fucking neck at the tender age of 13.

Needless to say, your soulmate deserved to get their shit rocked only for the amount of makeup their dumbassery forced you to buy to look at least somewhat presentable.

And let’s not even mention the number of times you had to explain to a concerned passerby that no, you weren’t being abused at home, you just had the worst soulmate connection possible.

You got slightly worried for your soulmate when randomly got a stab wound in the middle of a school day, but you got it treated fast and now you just had a scar to remind you of that one terrifying evening of your mother sobbing and cursing out your soulmate, no one certain if you’d make it, but you did, thankfully.

Your annoyance only grew when at 15, another tattoo appeared on your ankle, a message from Satan himself apparently.

‘Lmfao pls get me a matching neck tattoo bestie <3’

Whoever the son of a bitch was, you were going to make them regret the day they were fucking born.

You did get them their stupid tiger tattoo, just asking the tattoo artist to trace over the one you already had, which hurt like a bitch, thank you very much, but you did add a small message, getting it tattooed on your hip.

‘Go fuck yourself, I hope you choke on air’

The injuries stopped for the most part by the time you hit 24, getting replaced by cat scratched and an occasional bruise.

Then hickeys and scratch marks on your back, because apparently your soulmate was a freak and made you suffer for it.

You were even more annoyed.

You’ll meet your soulmate and fucking kill them.

Baji realised he had two soulmates pretty fast, knowing the date on his ribs was Tora, and the timer on his wrist was for none other but Chifuyu, and honestly, he was pleased with that arrangement, even if Kazutora did almost kill him and even if shit did get messy when the two realised they were soulmates as well.

It took the three of them really getting into some bullshit to realise there was a third person, however, and honestly, Baji did feel just a bit bad for the poor bastard who had to get all of their injuries, while their own skin stayed flawless and pristine, clear of any bruising and scars that should have littered their skin.

He was also confused as fuck why is there a tattoo on his hip and neck, but Tora sheepishly explained to both Baji and Chifuyu that was kind of his fault, before proudly showing them the tiger tattoo he finally managed to get on his neck.

The issue was they all had the fucking tattoo now, peeving Baji just a bit because his poor mother almost had a heart attack, but Chifuyu helped him cover it with makeup most days, so Baji almost forgot he had it.

He was sure their soulmate was a bit happier now that they stopped getting into fights practically every day, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t feeling just a bit smug every time he made a hickey on Tora or Chifuyu, watching the mark vanish with the same fascination each time as if it were the first.

He only hoped their third soulmate was a calm person, because he knew that if it were him getting all of their injuries, he would have lost his shit a while ago.

Ran snickered as he stared at your neck, half-heartedly trying to hide it by burying his face into Kakucho’s neck.

“What the fuck is it?” You grumbled, annoyed, trying to enjoy a peaceful lunch, but failing miserably due to two factors.

One, Kakucho and Ran were an absolutely disgusting couple, seemingly never getting tired of PDA, even if Kakucho was more reserved, Ran had no issues being all over his boyfriend every chance he had.

You really fucked up by agreeing to third wheel.

And two, which sorta linked into one, Ran was a fucking menace.

“Your neck- It’s- YOUR FUCKING-“ Ran tried to get his words out, but due to his annoying and absolutely awful wheezing, it was not possible.

Kakucho only rolled his eyes, silently pointing to your neck as he chewed his food.

Getting out the small compact mirror from your bag, you flipped it open to stare at the hickeys and bite marks forming all over your neck and collar bones, each looking angry and painful.

You shoved the mirror into your bag, sighing in annoyance, and thanking God your work for the day was done, because you couldn’t have dealt with the stern looks your boss would have given you if he saw the shitshow currently happening on your skin.

“Fuck you too Ran.” You muttered, shoving the last bit of food into your mouth.

“What are your plans for the day, y/n?” Kakucho tried to change the topic, ignoring Ran who was at this point crying from his manic laughter.

“Gotta drop by a pet shop to buy more food for Yuki.” You wiped your mouth, sighing as you pulled your blouse up higher, buttoning up the last button in an attempt to cover your soulmate’s current bullshit.

“The one by the station where you usually go to closed already.” Kakucho shrugged, now pushing the still wheezing Ran off of himself.

You groaned, burying your face in your palms.

“There is one on our way to work, we can give you a ride?” Kakucho suggested, pulling his wallet out to pay, and apparently momentarily going deaf because he fully ignored your complaints that it is your treat.

“I’ll fucking pay.” You tried to wrestle the bill out of his hands, but he only stared at you, unimpressed, “Fuck you and your fucking muscles, you fucking manwhore. And sure, a ride would be lovely.”

Kakucho nodded, finally growing bored of your weak attempts as he swatted your hands away, pulling Ran up as he left a few yen bills on the table.

The ride was filled with Ran bullying you, and you strangling him in a chokehold from the backseat as Kakucho weakly tried to make you stop without crashing.

They bid you a goodbye as you jumped out of the car, flipping Ran off and thanking Kakucho.

You glanced at the working time displayed on the shop doors, and thankfully, you still had half an hour before they closed.

You felt just a smidge bad, but you couldn’t let your dog starve, so you opened the door, the chiming of a bell notifying the three men of your presence.

One jumped up from behind the counter, approaching you with a smile.

“Welcome! My name is Chifuyu, how may I help you?”

“Hello, sorry to come in so close to closing time but I need food for my dog?”

“Of course, do you know what brand?”

“Uh, hold on, I have a photo of it somewhere on my phone, give me a second.”

The man nodded, patiently waiting for you to find the photo.

The other two were preparing for closing, the black-haired man cleaning the counter as the man with a turtleneck and his blonde and black hair put up in a ponytail put away the few cats who were playing in a pen into their cages.

“This one?” You showed Chifuyu the picture, allowing him to take your phone and zoom into the brand name.

“We do have it in the back, wait here please!”

You patiently waited, observing the turtleneck dude putting away the cats as he cooed at them, allowing them to hop out of his arms into their cages.

One cat however, was being a fussy bitch, clawing to get out of his arms.

“Hey, Maru, be nice, I have to- Maru- OUCH!” He hissed, letting go of the cat to observe the scratch on his arm.

“Are you o-“ To your horror, before you could even finish your sentence, the scratch marks disappeared off of his hand.

You almost dropped your bag when you went to pull up the sleeve of your jacket, observing as a few beads of blood formed, staining the edge of the sleeve of your blouse.

You looked at the man.

The man looked at you.

And you decided to do the rational thing.

Without a second thought, you flipped open the small pocket knife Ridou forced you to carry everywhere (“You’re a fucking wimp y/n, you need some protection”) and lunged at the man, making a gash on his cheek.

“What the fuck-“

The black haired man was on you in a blink, pinning you to the ground.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE-“ His yelling got cut off by you throwing him off yourself, your hand shooting up to touch your own cheek, and when your hands came off stained with blood, you knew.

This is the day you get arrested for murder.

“YOU ASSHOLE!” You pounced on the man with the ponytail, causing you both to crash to the ground as you rained punches on any surface of his skin you could get to.

Did you know you were only adding injuries to yourself? Yes.

Did you care?

Fuck no.

“YOU MADE ME BLACK AND BLUE FOR 13 FUCKING YEARS, YOU KNOW HOW ANNOYING THAT WAS? I SPENT MORE HOURS IN THE ER THAN AT HOME-“

“Hey, get the fuck off him-“

The black-haired man tried, but you punched him in the nose, making him stumble back, and in utter horror, you stared at him as blood started dripping out of your own nose.

Huh.

God really said fuck yourself, didn’t he?

“YOU TOO?” You jumped off the ponytail bitch to grab the black-haired man’s collar, getting into his face as you raised a fist, “DID YOU TOO DO DUMB SHIT SO I HAD TO GET YOUR GODDAMN INJURIES AND BRUISES-“

“Here is the food- What the fuck is happening here?”

Chifuyu stared at the scene, Tora on the floor, Baji’s collar in your death grip, your fist still hovering mid-air.

“I think that’s our third soulmate?” Tora muttered, rubbing his face, “That really hurt, ya know?”

You let go of Baji, kicking Tora in the ribs.

“DO YOU FUCKERS KNOW HOW MUCH MONEY I SPENT ON- Wait, third?” You looked up at Chifuyu, your glare darkening, “Did you do dumb shit too?”

Chifuyu sheepishly scratched his neck, a bashful smile on his lips.

“Maybe?”

“I will kill you. Oh my god, I’ll fucking kill all of you.”

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a/n: woke up in cold sweat and had to write this, ik i have 5 other things to write but bro I HAD TO 😩

[stereostevie]

When you think of grunge, do you picture a bunch of long-haired White guys in plaid shirts, singing about teenage angst and self-loathing? Time to expand that viewpoint. Standing above them all should be Tina Bell, a tiny Black woman with an outsized stage presence, and her band, Bam Bam. It’s only recently that the 1980s phenom has begun to be recognized as a godmother of grunge.

This modern genre’s sound was, in many ways, molded by a Black woman. The reason she is mostly unknown has everything to do with racism and misogyny. Looking back at the beginnings of grunge, with the preconception that “everybody involved” was White and/or male, means ignoring the Black woman who was standing at the front of the line.

Bam Bam was formed as a punk band in 1983 in Seattle. Bell, a petite brown-skinned spitfire with more hairstyle changes than David Bowie, sang lead vocals and wrote most of the lyrics. Her then-husband Tommy Martin was on guitars (the band’s name is an acronym of their last names: Bell And Martin), Scotty “Buttocks” Ledgerwood played bass, and Matt Cameron was on drums. Cameron would leave the band in its first year and go on to fame as the drummer for Soundgarden and Pearl Jam. But he paid homage to his beginnings by wearing a Tina Bell T-shirt in a photoshoot for Pearl Jam’s 2017 Anthology: the Complete Scores book.

“For some reason a couple of skinheads are up front, calling her [the N-word] And all of the sudden, Bell grabs a microphone stand and she starts swirling it around her head like a lasso… She swung that fuckin’ thing around her head and about the fourth time, she smashed that son of a bitch.”

Bam Bam’s sound straddled the line between punk and something so new that it didn’t have a name yet. Their music combined a driving, thrumming bass line; downtuned, sludgy guitars; thrashy, pulsing drums; melodic vocals that range from sultry to haunting to screamy; and lyrics about the existential tension of trying to exist in a world not designed for you. The band’s 1984 music video for their single “Ground Zero” is low-budget, but Bell’s charisma seeps through.

“She was fucking badass. That’s all there is to it. She was amazing as a performer. I’ve only seen one White male lead singer command the stage in a similar way that Tina Bell did, and that was Bon Scott of AC/DC,” says Om Johari, who attended Bam Bam shows as a Black teenager in the ’80s and who would go on to lead all-female AC/DC cover band Hell’s Belles.

Christina King, a Seattle scenester who was close friends with Bell from 1984 until the early ’90s, says the singer’s talent was obvious. But she believes a lot of people dismissed Bell as a gimmick.

Among those attending their shows: Future members of grunge bands like Nirvana (Kurt Cobain did a stint as a Bam Bam roadie), Soundgarden, Alice in Chains, and Pearl Jam.

“I remember one person saying to me that they didn’t get ‘the whole Black girl singer thing,’ it just didn’t fit whatever they were into,” says King. “They were too ahead of their time.”

Bam Bam came into being in an era when hundreds of underground clubs, taverns, bars, and social halls — anywhere that you could cram in a band — were within the Seattle city limits. Bam Bam played almost all of them, and often to big crowds: The Colourbox, Crocodile Lounge, Gorilla Gardens, Squid Row — just to name a few.

Among those attending their shows: Future members of history-making grunge bands like Nirvana (Kurt Cobain did a stint as a Bam Bam roadie), Soundgarden, Alice in Chains, and Pearl Jam. Not to mention all the other people, mostly White and male, who would become prime targets for music labels trying to market this new sound.

Bell “already possessed everything they were trying to attain. She had a truer rock and roll spirit than almost any of those guys in that town. Everything they tried to do, she naturally was,” says Ledgerwood, still a loyal bandmate.

One Seattle club, The Metropolis, became “like our fucking living room,” says Ledgerwood. It was also the site of an overtly racist verbal assault against Tina Bell.

“For some reason a couple of skinheads are up front, calling her [the N-word],” Ledgerwood recalls. “And all of the sudden, Bell grabs a microphone stand and she starts swirling it around her head like a lasso… She swung that fuckin’ thing around her head and about the fourth time, she smashed that son of a bitch… She nailed that fucker right in the temple of his head. Split like a melon. And the other guy next to him caught it too, they go down, and we’re like, ‘What the fuck?’”

Ledgerwood says that after going backstage for a while to regroup, Bell came back “and put out the most blistering set of our fucking career.”

This could easily be an anecdote about Bell’s power, her resilience, and willingness to fight back against oppressive forces. But it’s also a story about the cost of being a Black woman who does something that some people don’t expect or approve of.

“She’s being pulled out of her zone because somebody is acknowledging how the rest of the world can see her,” says Johari, empathizing with the star rocker. “And even to react to it by picking up a microphone and smashing someone in the face, that means that that incident cost her not only that moment it takes to get back into the song, but the whole [effects of her] action will last for weeks.

“She’ll replay that over and over and over and over again. And then the people she sees that were there when it happened, they’re gonna come up to her and they’re gonna forget everything that she’s saying, all the stuff that she had did, and they’re only going to focus on, ‘I was at that show where you knocked a dude in the head for calling you an N-word,’” Johari says. “It has nothing to do with her artistry. But it reminds her of the way in which she has to be prepared, just in case it happens again.”

King remembers Bell also felt that some of the other men in the band’s changing lineup failed to treat her as an equal partner: “She’s getting that from her own band members — what do you think audience people are like?”

A European tour in the late ’80s gained Bam Bam international fans, but ended after Bell and Martin split up, and Bell was caught in an immigration enforcement dragnet in the Netherlands.

When they returned to the Pacific Northwest, Bam Bam continued playing shows until 1990, when Bell abruptly quit as they were packing up to head to the studio in Portland, Ore.

“She had just had enough,” Ledgerwood says. “For almost eight years she had almost literally eviscerated herself for the audience.”

But that work never resulted in the national recognition they deserved.

“Grunge, whatever that means, is being identified as from your community, your colleagues, your sound that you were a participant in help shaping, and you’re not even mentioned in any of it.”

“Sometimes you need to be a little bit of an asshole to protect yourself. And Bell wasn’t much of an asshole,” Ledgerwood adds. “She was a pure-hearted person and had a really hard time believing that people couldn’t accept her over something as stupid as race.”

Bell didn’t just quit the band, she withdrew from music completely, says her son, Oscar-winning documentary filmmaker TJ Martin. Not out of resentment, he adds, but perhaps to escape the painful reminders that the music she helped pioneer was now earning other bands multimillion-dollar record contracts.

“Grunge, whatever that means, is being identified as from your community, your colleagues, your sound that you were a participant in help shaping, and you’re not even mentioned in any of it,” Martin says. “I can’t even fathom what that would feel like for it to be sort of spit back in your face with such frequency.”

Ledgerwood believes Bell died of a broken heart. But when Bell died alone in her Las Vegas apartment in 2012, the official cause of death listed was cirrhosis of the liver. She had struggled with alcohol and depression. Her son says the coroner estimated her time of death as a couple weeks before her body was discovered. She was 55 years old.

The things that could have told Tina Bell’s story in her own voice are lost. Martin arrived in Las Vegas to find that the contents of his mother’s apartment — except for a DVD player, a poster, and a chair — had been thrown away. All of her writings — lyrics, poems, diaries — along with Bam Bam music, videos, and other memorabilia — went in the trash without her family even being notified.

If you think you were in Seattle in the ’80s, in the grunge scene, and you don’t remember Tina Bell and Bam Bam, you probably weren’t really fucking there.

“I couldn’t help draw a parallel between her not being respected and seen in the first chapter of her life, as the front person of a punk band, and then even in death being disrespected and not being seen for the merits of the life she lived,” says Martin.

Bell’s death is also an indictment of the way she was written out of her own story. The way grunge’s almighty gatekeepers chose to look through her instead of at her. Grunge became the domain of alienated young White men in flannel shirts, and Tina Bell didn’t fit the narrative they were trying to sell.

“Black herstory can suffer immense amounts of erasure if somebody is not brave enough to ensure that women get counted,” Johari says.

To many of those who were part of the scene at the time, the amnesia seems intentional. Ledgerwood brings up the seminal history of Seattle’s grunge era, Everybody Loves Our Town. In it, the author refers to Bam Bam as a three-piece instrumental band mainly notable because Matt Cameron was the drummer. Tina Bell isn’t even mentioned.

“How in the hell would he have a recollection of how great Bam Bam and its drummer was, and not this unbelievably beautiful woman, this firecracker, this explosive rock and roll goddess?” Ledgerwood asks. “Even if he thought she sucked, to not remember the only Black woman on the whole fuckin’ scene is — well, it’s like that old joke about the ’60s: If you think you were in Seattle in the ’80s, in the grunge scene, and you don’t remember Tina Bell and Bam Bam, you probably weren’t really fucking there.”

You can listen to more of Bam Bam’s music on this Spotify playlist. A vinyl album with the band’s songs is coming out this year on Bric-a-Brac Records.

[katutsukushii]

Singer Dabi who's in some punk band, covered in tattoos, piercings, the smell of weed and signs of bad decisions made while under the influence of god knows what, getting dragged to a ballet performance by his rich parents as a "family bonding night".

He complained, he bitched, he tried to get out of it, but his parents said 'please' and his mother looked at him like that, all expectant and desperate while her delicate scent of daisies and chamomile tea wrapped itself around him.

And so he put on the stupid suit that they bought for him for this occasion and he sat in the gallery as if he wanted to spend his Saturday evening watching idiots prance around. 

His damn band had plans to go to some fuckin' shitty, high-end club that night, maybe even pick up some Omega's, and yet here he was, in a stuffy suit with scent blockers attached to his neck because, apparently, his family 'didn't want to smell his bitch ass attitude all night.'

Natsuo always did have a way with words. 

Yet, even with the attire's desperate attempt to make him look somewhat presentable and less like someone who would and could rob your house just for kicks, the intricate tattoos covering his hands and neck were still visible, poking through the fabric and revealing blue flames. 

That, his mother could somehow forgive - she often did call them beautiful, no matter how trashy it was called in their circles. "It is art, Touya, regardless of the way it makes you look like a delinquent," she would say. 

But the piercings covering almost every inch of his face - nose, bridge, lips, cheeks, ears, tongue - and the chipped black nail polish, she could not ignore. Had it not been for just how late they almost were, he was certain it would've resulted in an argument. As it was, all his mother did was tut at his appearance and trail her thumb over the piercing in his cheek, asking if he could, just this once, not look as if he'd fallen into a tub of staples - but he shook his head at the question. 

If he was going to get through this, he needed something to tie him down to who he truly was. 

Acting as if he wasn't a fuck up wasn't something he wished to do - not now, not ever. 

It was why he was so popular, after all; he couldn't very well completely replace his brand as the stupid punk who once crashed the tour bus the night of their biggest performance. But this. 

This wasn't part of his goddamn brand. 

He had no interest in this, he never had - the music was grating and far too delicate for his liking, the dancing was mind-numbingly boring, and he was only allowed a single glass of champagne and nothing more. 

Maybe if he was intoxicated in some way this would be tolerable, but no. His parents demanded he be fully present throughout the evening, no matter his feelings on the matter. He almost snuck in a flask, hiding it in the inner pocket of his jacket, but then Shouto threw him a smirk and told their mother just what he was trying to do. Stupid little shit, wasn't Dabi suffering enough already? But he couldn't start a fight just then, not yet. So he bit his tongue and swallowed the curses as he sat and stewed in his own anger and annoyance, feeling the disapproving glare of his father on him while Natsuo tried and failed to hide his chuckles. At least someone was amused by the tension ready to snap in the room. 

But the subtle laughter died the moment the lights dimmed and the music began to play. And with that, any hope at making it through the night without throwing a temper tantrum died. Already, he regretted every decision he'd ever made that lead up to that moment. 

His family seemed enraptured, at least - well, Fuyumi and his parents did. Shouto still had that stupid deadpan look on his face, eyes dull and lips pressed together. Stupid fish looking fucker. 

If he didn't see him blink every once in a while, Dabi would've assumed he was dead - he really would have to find out how the fuck he managed to zone out like that, it was a damn talent. 

And Natsuo pushed his chair as far as he possibly could, the light on his phone dimmed down yet still visible when Dabi turned to him. Stupid fucker - how dare he have his phone out when Dabi got stuck with the dumb ass seat where his parents could clearly see him? 

He bristled and turned back towards the stage - maybe he could pretend to get sick? But, fuck, his parents would see right through his shit, his mother giving him that disappointed look of his and his father looking like he couldn't believe he raised someone like /that/. 

So he pressed his cheek against his palm as he rested his elbow upon the table and swirled the remains of his champagne in the glass with his free hand. And just as a yawn escaped him, eyes tearing up as his mouth widened, he saw him. 

Even from afar, his beauty was undeniable, something that he seldom witnessed, even with the hordes of people throwing themselves at his feet - soft-looking, light hair adorned with a delicate crystal crown, the jewels shimmering as the boy began to move across the stage. 

An Omega, Dabi already knew even without asking or catching notes of his scent. His body was the perfect example of the subgender, soft and filled out in all the right spaces as his waist tapered off beneath the pale pink dress he wore. 

Yet there was something different about him. 

A sharpness he rarely saw in Omega's lurked beneath the edges - maybe it was those dark eyes, the sharp jawline and strong legs, or maybe it was his mere aura. Concentrated. Determined. Powerful. 

But a fragile gentleness hid beneath the strength he held. The Omega was a contradiction that seemed to lure him in with every movement he made. 

For a moment, his fingers twitched, mind whirling with song lyrics that were yet to be sung, and he cursed himself for not bringing something to write onto. He. He was his muse. 

Dabi daren't say a word for the rest of the performance. Enraptured, captivated, he merely stared at the stage as if it were this goddamn salvation. 

When the boy disappeared, he waited for his return, and when he danced on the stage, he could hardly force himself to blink or even breathe. Any second spent without looking at the beautiful creature was a second wasted. 

He already knew that he wouldn't wish to set his gaze upon anyone or anything else ever again. 

His only hope was that his parents never found out about his sudden interest in the dancer - he would surely never live it down if they knew it was /their/ family outing that resulted in him meeting the only source of inspiration he would ever need. 

But he didn't allow his worries to take hold, not when /he/ was still right there, hands of his partner holding onto that lithe waist and raising him in the air, toes pointed and every goddamn inch of him filled with grace that Dabi, himself, did not possess. 

And when the performance finished, when the boy stood in the midst of the stage and looked up, deep vermillion meeting blue, Dabi stood and he gave his muse the applause he deserved.

[elysianslove]

the way to a man’s heart; miya osamu

requested by anon; ❝ hi !!! um 😳 i may have, ,, a particularly detailed request for an osamu scenario where he has an acquaintance through kita but is younger but close friends with who’s reaaally good at cooking so they made a bento for them (suna, kita, gin, aran, omimi) who’s usually with reader during lunch but osamu tagged along that specific day for some reason and he could SWEAR he’s never tasted a better homemade food. and at first he don’t realise his crush at all maybe until suna or atsumu provoked him relentlessly one day he invited them to be his taste tester and the lightbulb jus appeared on his head like,,, “i’d be damned if i share their (romantic) feelings for anyone” then boom a sudden, clumsy confession out of samu 🥺🥺🥺 ❞

synopsis; in which osamu fell in love with the magic in your hands, before falling for all of you

pairings; miya osamu x reader

genre; fluff

warnings; probably some curses but nothing else!

none; i hope i didn’t get any of the details wrong, and that you and everyone else enjoys this. mwah <3

━━  osamu knew of love. he’d seen in dramatized in the movies he’d watch with his mother, his head tucked on her lap, and he’d seen it with his parents once upon a time too. he sees it with him and his brother, and the way they always come back to each other. he sees it between his teammates, how they’re pillars for each other, a safety net, a family. he feels it when his brother tosses a volleyball perfectly to him, when it flies directly to his palm, when he hits it sharply. he feels it when no one but him resides in his home, and he’s left to his own devices in the kitchen, his true passion brewing deep within him. 

he’s familiar with the idea of love, of course. it’s everywhere around him, if he really looks. but he’s never tasted it for himself, never had it trap his breath in his lungs, never had it make him feel so lightweight, as lightweight he’d felt when he’d finally had the pleasure of meeting you.

he remembers it clearly, as if there was ever a chance he’d ever forget. you’d approached the boys’ gymnasium after school, right before practice, still donning your school uniform, your schoolbag strapped to your shoulder, an extra one weighed in your arms. you looked familiar in the sense that you’d definitely crossed paths before, but he couldn’t identify you. 

his captain, however, to his surprise, could. the moment the older boy spotted you, a soft smile painted his lips, and he rose from his place on the floor where he’d been stretching, walking over to where you were. a similar smile is on aran’s face as he watches the exchange, standing up to join you and kita. osamu couldn’t hear what you had been saying, or what the conversation between the three of you had been. he could only see the shy smile on your face, the way you looked so comfortable with the captain and ace, and finally, as you placed the bag in your arms into kita’s welcoming ones, bowing your head slightly as you waved goodbye to them. then you’d leaned slightly to the side, peaking behind aran’s large figure, and waved at him and the rest of the boys, wishing them a good practice. 

his heart had swelled in his chest weirdly, a reaction he hadn’t expected. it isn’t as if the grey haired spiker was a stranger to crushes. he’d liked people, had people swoon over him, taken many out on dates, kissed different people. but never had a response from him to a person’s simple wave been so sudden, so quick, so natural, as if no other reaction seemed probable. it’s as if his brain had decided immediately, without any warning, without any further information, that he wanted you, regardless.

“it’s bento, for all of us,” kita had explained as he’d set the bag aside. 

you’d really taken the time to make it for all the teammates? had it been a special occasion? had they recently won a match? there was nothing he could pinpoint to. 

and after practice, when they’d all settled underneath the setting sun, and dug into their food, osamu decided that this was reason enough for the sudden interest in you. 

it had been the first time he’d tasted love, so clearly and so surely.

after that specific day, each teammate had taken their time to ask of kita to pass on their gratitude to you, and their want for more. kita had laughed, promising to pass on the message, and so osamu began to see you every other day.

at the start, you remained by kita’s side, occasionally aran’s, the unfamiliar environment no doubt overwhelming you. but slowly, the boys began to approach you, and you let them. it had been easy for you to grow comfortable with akagi and ginjima, what with their never ending liveliness. atsumu teased and messed with you enough for you to one day return the quips. suna was a steady presence, omimi a strong one. and osamu, osamu with your mutual love of food, and with your natural gravitation with him, and with the way you always found something to talk about. 

it’s normal to find you within the gymnasium now, bag filled with bento, even personalized ones for each of the boys, watching as they practice, enjoying your own food with them beneath the sunset, just outside the school’s gates. always can osamu look up and find your chin tucked in your palm, watching intently as they practice. 

and always does he convince himself that the way you look at him is nothing more than fascination, the way he looks at you with nothing more than mere admiration. 

“are ya an idiot, ‘samu?” 

“what?”

the older twin huffs, shoving at his brother as they sit by side on an unoccupied park bench. there are polar opposite ice cream cones in each of their hands, melting only a little underneath the sun that blares down on them. at his brother’s actions, osamu tilts to the side, stumbling, his grip on his cone faltering momentarily. 

“i asked ya a question,” atsumu says, and osamu turns his head to face his brother, glaring sharply at the faux blond. 

refraining from breaking the waffle cone by gripping it too tight, osamu’s eye twitches and he replies, “what is wrong with ya?”

atsumu rolls his eyes. “fine,” he retorts. “are ya blind?” 

“if i wasn’t holdin’ ice cream i’d kick yer ass.” 

he moves his gaze, after another threatening glare, and focuses back on his ice cream. 

“ya ever been in love, ‘samu?” atsumu continues, seemingly choosing to ignore osamu’s threats. “’cause i think ya have.” 

what? 

osamu freezes, his gaze frozen on the grass right beneath by outstretched legs. had his brother officially lost it? it isn’t that talks like these are unusual between them, if anything, they’re rather common. having shared everything from a womb to rooms to hobbies with him, osamu trusts no one the way he does atsumu, which translates to being able to confide in him the way he would with no one else, unafraid of any judgement. more often than not, their mindsets align, even if their approaches and personal beliefs might differ. after all, they grew up in the same environment, and interacted with the same people. and although having talks like these, deep, confrontational talks, is not uncommon (even if they usually take place at obscure timings, such as three and four in the morning), it still sounds too confrontational for osamu.

maybe it’s because he himself had been avoiding this. 

“damn ya and yer stupid inability to admit yer own feelings for someone,” atsumu adds, sighing lowly. “if ya like someone, tell them.”

“i don’—“

“who are ya trying to lie to?” atsumu jokingly retorts. “don’t waste an opportunity because of yer idiocy.”

“quit callin’ me an idiot.”

atsumu pauses, licks at his ice cream, before smiling tauntingly glancing over at his twin. “idiot.” 

the ice cream cone can go to hell. atsumu really does deserve to have his ass kicked.

hi :) 

is the smiley face too much? he backspaces, leg bouncing, fingers picking at his lips nervously. 

hey! 

no, the exclamation mark is definitely too much.

heyyy

he’s going to punch something. probably atsumu, for talking him into this in the first place. and suna, possibly, because he looks to be enjoying osamu’s suffering a little too much. 

“have ya never texted before?” the middle blocker teases from where he lays on osamu’s bed to his side, propped up by the pillows. not sparing him a glance, the grey haired spiker lifts a middle finger, directing it at him. osamu hears an amused laugh, before his friend leans on an elbow and speaks up again, “if only they can see ya now, pussy.” 

osamu picks up a pillow, tossing it as hard as he can at suna. the middle blocker only laughs louder, falling leisurely against the pillows once more. 

hey, what’s up? :) 

this one’s the worst one by far. he backspaces again, throwing his head back in frustration. his phone lays loosely in his hand, open on the empty chat between you and him. all of a sudden, the device is snatched from his grasp, and osamu’s eyes fly open. he sits up in fear, looking across the room where atsumu’s hands fly over the keyboard, typing out a message. 

“you fucker,” osamu curses, standing up and marching over to atsumu. the setter laughs loudly, suna with him, and hits send before osamu could reach him, tossing the phone onto the bed. 

“yer welcome,” atsumu taunts. 

osamu rushes over to where the phone lays face down, before carefully, cautiously, and fearfully, picking it up, and turning it over.

hey! just wondering if you’re free sometime soon? 

would love to hang out :)

god, he wants to die. 

to his surprise, you don’t immediately block him, and you reply to his message, telling him that you’d love to, and notifying him of when you were free. after agreeing on a date, three days after he’d texted you, he spends the entirety of those days stressing over every minuscule detail. he crosses off atsumu and suna from the list of people he should go to for advice, and asks the one person he would trust with his life if it really came down to it. luckily, that same person happened to be good acquaintances with you as well. 

“something simple,” kita had advised. “don’t overwhelm them. find something you both have in common and make it an activity.” 

and it’s how he found himself kicking his family out of the house the day you were meant to hang out, asking them to stay away until at least eleven at night, with all of the cooking utensils and ingredients placed on the counter, ready for use. and although it had seemed like a really creative, fun idea at the start, even gaining solid approval from kita, and his mother, as the minutes tick by to the decided time, he regrets it more and more. 

it’s cheesy, and so lame. besides, you spent majority of your time cooking; what would make today different? it’d probably too tiring for you, more of a chore. you were going to be absolutely miserable weren’t you? 

three polite knocks sound at the front door, and osamu breathes steadily. 

no backing out now. 

the moment he sees you, the world around him settles, and so does his heart. he’d assumed it would be more frightening, finally seeing you at his front door, signifying the reality of it all. but it’s the least terrified he’s ever been. if anything, he’s at his calmest. the smile that rises to his lips is genuine, and soft, and kind, and he greets you with a breathless, “hey,” moving aside to welcome you into his home. 

“so, are you finally telling me what we’re going to do?” you tease, putting aside your belongings, and following him as he leads the way into the kitchen.

nervously, he outstretches his arms to display the kitchen, and everything it contains and is presented on its counters. “well, i figured we might make something together, have dinner after, and all,” he says, trailing off slightly, a hand coming up to anxiously scratch at his undercut. 

amazingly, you smile excitedly, leaning closer him and placing your hands on his arms. “that sounds so fun, ‘samu! can you tell me where the bathroom is so i can wash my hands?”

he watches, astounded as you look up at him in awe, before he leads the way, directing you to the bathroom. and when you return, it’s with as much enthusiasm as earlier. the utensils are picked up, ingredients filtered through as you decide on a meal. it isn’t noisy and suffocating with you in the kitchen with him, the same way it is whenever he’s making himself dinner and atsumu intrudes, or his mother decides it’s the optimal time to bake a cake. it’s serene, and it feels natural, the way you flow together, the way you split the work evenly, the way everything about this is fun. 

as the food sits and cooks, osamu stares. at you, as you walk around the kitchen, familiarizing yourself with it, looking like you were right where you were meant to be. you find plates, you find chopsticks, you find glasses. with every step you take, his heart pinches in his chest, and he’s thrown back in time to the day in the park, can feel the ice cream in his grip, the annoyance brimming through him at atsumu’s pestering. 

“ya ever been in love, ‘samu?” 

maybe love is too much of a strong word right now, but as his eyes remain fixated on you, he figures it’s not an impossible notion to assume. and when his heart sinks to his stomach, as he grabs at your wrist, urging you to free your hands, he kisses you, his hands gripping your forearms, pulling you closer to him. you taste like cherry — you taste so sweet. he loves it, loves it all, wants more of it. he relishes in the feel of your hands gripping at his shirt by his waist, arms twisting to wrap around him, in the feel of you kissing him back, kissing him deeper, as the food cooks to your side. it feels a little too surreal, to be kissing you in his kitchen like this, with not too many months having passed since he’d first seen you. but it makes sense. nothing’s ever made this much sense, and nothing’s ever felt this right before. 

“’cause i think ya have.” 

end note; please don’t flop please don’t flop please don’t flop </3 

i hope everyone enjoyed reading that i luv u all mwah <3

[tellywoodtrash]

immj2 13 + 14.11.20 lbs

13.11.20

i’m just gonna skim through this one, coz i don’t wanna dwell on the death and maatam and all.

hahahahahahahahaha riddhima is screaming at god for letting this happen and kabir is like “bhagwaan ko beech mein kyun laa rahi ho, mujhe bhi toh credit do!” i truly love this crazyass fucker.

riddhima continuing to scream at god about vansh jissne “KOI KABHI BURA KAAM NAHI KIYA HAI” ?!?!?!!?!?!?!? sis what the fuck???? first of all, none of us over the age of like...... 7, are truly sinless. and THIS MAN PARALYZED AND THREATENED TO KILL YOU MULTIPLE TIMES, FFS.

KABIR IS MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, I AM KABIR

now she trying to throw herself off the cliff and for some reason i cannot understand, kabir is holding her back????? literally why, my bro????? let her die, saaari musibatein khatam. ugh, you still have some kinda residual feelings for her from your not-that-kameena days, don’t you?

asalkdjaldkjsaldkjsalkdjl riddhima ke andar OG prerna ka bhoot chadh gaya, she hitting kabir with danda the way Mother India did dhulaayi of yudi in the disco (still one of the most iconic scenes of tellywood for me, istg)

dude, idk if it’s just ego waale possesive issues or he still has feelings for her, but kabir def wants riddhima to be “his girl”. even after danda beating he’s trying to help her as she stumbles around in sadma.

anyway she sauntered off rubbing that stupid muffler of vansh’s on her face. SIS YOU GONNA BREAK OUT IF YOU RUB SUCH GANDA KAPDA ON YOUR FACE.

5 min of flashbacks of vansh. fwding.

family (dadi, chanchal, and all the rest of the riff-raff) has come back home and ghar is all dark.

weird how angre is also with them. i woulda thought he’d be on whatever tasks vansh set him on, instead of doing mandir yatras with these assholes.

mummy has decided to break news in most non-tactful way ever. wearing all white and has set up photu with haar already.

yeah, requisite screaming and crying blah blah. nahi dekhna.

i’m only here for ishani and angre’s reactions. bechaare look genuinely devastated. i mean dadi does too, but bohut hi zyaaaada overdramatic and i’m getting uncomfortable.

riddhima has returned.

to her surprise everyone already knows. zara dimaag lagao behen, how they even found out before you reached??? (ok no i understand you’re numb from trauma rn and can’t think of all this, but i hope your idiot brain thinks of it later.)

WHY THE FUCK IS DADI YELLING AT RIDDHIMA KI TERE HOTE HUE KAISE HUA YEHHHHHH, WHO THE FUCK IS SHE TO TAALOFY GIANT COSMIC DECISIONS LIKE LIFE AND DEATH????? isse apni khud ki jaan nahi sambhali jaati, let alone someone else’s.

holy shit she’s actually saying, “tu toh uski dhaal thi, uske liye tuney goli khaayi thi, iss baar kaise chook gayi????” MAN, FAMILIES OF DESI BOYS REALLY BE FUCKIN WILDDDDDDDDDDDDDD WITH THEIR EXPECTATIONS FROM BAHUS. one time she took a bullet for him wasn’t enough????? you want her to actually fucking die before something happens to him. god forgive me but i really wanna slap this dadi rn.

mummy cooking up some fucking ridiculousssssss story about gunde in the house and how vansh was chasing them and gaadi khaayi mein gir gayi and god knows whatttt

ok she’s saying siya got the call about it and she was running down the stairs while in shock and now whoopsie daisy, she’s in critical condition (probably in a coma or some shit.)

aryan looks sad at the siya news. thank god this mummy ka niyana has basic consideration for someone else other than himself and his mother.

mummy ka rona dhona drama fwding.

ishani is now yelling at angre. which..... kinda deserved. you’re his safety person dude.

ok too much crying. fwding.

riddhima asking mummy why you lie to family about how he died. mummy like how tf i tell them police dragged him out and he died in an encounter for trying to escape. it’s better for them to not know the truth. which.............. ok fair, but coming from this shadyassss woman......

god this mummy ka ainvayi praising vansh waala scene is going on too long. fwding.

riddhima back to room. some more flashbacks. OUFF. FWDING.

obligatory kamre ka tod-phod scene. FWDING!!!!!!!!!!

fell asleep crying and holding one of his coats.

LMAO ISHANI KA MANN NAHI BHARAA GHAR KE ITNE CASUALTIES SE............ SHE’S LIKE WHAT’S ONE MORE????

dadi slapping ishani for doing what any one of us would do, honestly, so.... whatever. fuck off dadi.

ishani telling 100% truth ki jabse this useless b has entered my bhai’s life, his problems have been never ending, i’m fucking sureeeeeeeeee she’s the reason he’s dead. the only voice of reason in this show, truly.

dadi all WOH EK HAADSAAAA THAAAA, NOONE CAN CONTROLLLL THOSEEEE, oh yeah, not the sentiment that you were expressing to riddhima when she walked in, you stupid old bat. whatever, i’m fwding this scene.

kabir and mishra have entered house. coz they are awwal no. ke sadists. need to get off on watching this family cry and suffer.

LMAO THE LOOK RIDDHIMA GAVE KABIR. HE’S LEGIT SCARED OF HER.

angre bhi staring daggers at kabir. chal hatt, i know for sure you’re behind saving vansh and stashing him somewhere to crawl out whenever it’s the right time. 

body nahi mili blah blah blah

lol this one’s face clearly says milegi bhi kaise, main tum logon ki tarah nikamma nahi hoon. i have 16% success rate. it’s low but it’s more than y’all 0%.

lmaoooooo oh DOW DIGGY DIGGY DOW DIGGY DOW DOW, i love you sooooooooo much.

ALSO WHAT A MISSED OPPORTUNITY TO MAAROFY THE PUN KI “MAINE VANSH KE VANSH KO MITAAAAA DIYAAAAAAAA” severely disappointed in you, kabir.

yup. appropriate response. to just generally all the men in your life.

lmao riddhima like you arrested vansh ONLY COZ I LOVEDDDDDDD HIMMMMMMMMMMMM. lol the amount of self delusion. sis, his feelings for vansh were faaaaaaar more powerful and intense than anything he ever felt for your dumb ass.

kabir saying there’s nothing left for you here, why don’t you come back to me and lmao............... he tried.

 “riddhima nahi. riddhima vansh raisinghania.” 

ok whatever you say, sis. i’m just grateful to god this manhoos episode is finally over.

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14.11.20

redo of last scene.

lmao kabir is like I HATED VANSH WAAAAAAAAAAAAY BEFORE YOUR DUMB ASS FELL FOR HIM. YEAH I DON’T LIKE THAT YOU PICKED HIM OVER ME, BUT I’M NOT SO BAD THAT I’D TAKE REVENGE FROM HIM FOR THAT. yeah, dude. he just wanted his money; not youuuuuu. like..... chillll. kahaan se aata hai logon ko itnaaaaa confidence khud pe???

kabir saying i had proof vansh killed ragini, i found his watch there next to the body. she’s like i had it, i took it to repair it, and ragini died in front of me. vansh wasn’t anywhere near there.

lmao she’s back to shoving him around. what an annoying bitch she is. 

kabir like did you SEE who shot ragini? no????????? then it could very well have been vansh, right????? plus i got that footage from 3 years ago.

she’s like hein hein heinnnnn where you get it from when i burnt that chip????????? OH NOW SHE’S USING HER BRAINNNNN. SO WAS VANSH THE ONE RENDERING HER SO FUCKING STUPID? NOW HE’S NOT ADDLING HER BRAIN WITH LUST HORMONES, HER 3 BRAIN CELLS ARE FINALLY WORKING AGAIN!!!!!!!!!! take this as proof, ladies. MEN MAKE YOU FUCKING DUMB AS SHIT BY JUST MAKING YOU BREATHE THE SAME AIR AS THEM.

kabir saying someone from inside the house probably saved it and sent it. and that vansh made all this happen by taking mishra’s gunnnn and forcing them to take the sunsaaaan paaath and he tried to runnn and blah blah blah.

again he’s asking her to come be with him and she’s like gtfo i don’t wanna see your cuteass face anymore, you’re dead to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ok she didn’t say the cute bit, i did. i think y’all already knew that. but how to resist??? he sho cute!!!!!! 

mishra like this b kuch zyaada nahi bol gayi???? 

“dil par jo chot lagti hai, woh nazar nahi aati, but ghaav bohut gehra hota hai. yeh dard maine bhi mehsoos kiya tha, jab riddhima mujhe chod ke chali gayi thi vansh ke paas.” heinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn? now he suddenly is/was truly in love with her again???? bhai, tu decide karle, ki if she’s just a pawn to you or something more. ainvayi jhool raha hai idhar udhar.

mishra like, ok whatever, but where vansh’s body tho???

clearly not him. the head shape alllllll different.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS THEY FINALLY PUT RRAHUL’S FINE ASS IN JEANS!!!!!!

again, no wedding ring. dead body is not vansh.

“bhagwaan jaane kahaan chali gayi uski laash.” lmao i really loled the way he delivered the line. i really love him the mostttttttttt.

kabir you are honestly suchhhhhhhhhhhhhh an idiot, if you think not getting his body is a good thing. DON’T YOU KNOW HIM AT ALL??????? AT ALLLLLLLL????? NO BODY MEANS HE’S STILL OUT THERE, BIDING HIS TIME TO FUCKING COME GET YOUUUUUU.

he’s like good, vansh didn’t even get antim sanskaaaar. who knew kabir was sooooo religious??????

vansh so efficient and independent ki khud ka kriyakaram kar raha hai. aatmanirbhar ho toh aise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

not before he maarofied his own pocket tho.

“bohut jald iss VR mansion ke aage KR mansion ka signboard hoga.” hein???????? the R in there is for RAISINGHANIA. why the hell would you add one random surname to your name??????

YEAH. I KNOW THOSE CHITTAAA-ASSS EARSSSSSSS.

OMFGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG BHAGWAAAAAAN NE MERIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII SUNNNNNNNNNNN LIIIIIIIIII THEY MADE HIM SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE ASALKJDLKJDSLAKJDLASKAS

OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG THE DUMBASS FAKE DEEEP VOICE IS GONE TOOOOOOOOO ALKSDJSALKDJLASKJDLSAKJDLASKJDLASKJDLKJLKS I JUST

styling also EXAAAAAAACTLY HOW I LIKE IT.

helllllllllllllllllllllllo hunny. NOW YOU’VE MADE THIS SHOW FINALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLY WORTH WATCHING. bas thodaaaa saa tharakkkkk ka maska i need to make my tellywood viewing experience sooooooo much easier. AUR WOH MUJHE AAAAAAJ SE MIL GAYAAAAAAAAAAA.

ok 13 days later.

bitch looks better after going through life-altering trauma than i do on my most stable mental health days.

talking to portrait about how the misery is unending, etc. etc.

kabir still calling her. WHY??????? dude just take the L and move the fuck on.

lmaooooooo mummy is like 13 din rone ki acting kar karke aankhon ki band baj gayiiiiii. 

standard mwahahahahaha we succedded bufoonery from too complacent evil ppl. dumb dumb dumbbbbb!

but let’s admire this evil cutie bean.

riddhima’s mangalsutra which she justttttt set down on that bureau missing. she in a panic.

ofc these two are behind it.

ishani wants the truth about that dayyyyyyy and aryan jumping in about how riddhima never loved vansh and just always doubted him and blah blah.

my question is since when aryan loves vansh bhaiiiiiii so much huh???????

anyway. this happens. and those two are left plotting some more about getting the truth out.

VIHAAAAAAAAAAAN is the new name.

seeeeee????? i knew his ass had some lucrative skill in the current economy. he some tech bro types.

CAN YOU BELIEVEEEEEEEEE THEY HID THAT FUCKING JAWLINE AND THOSE DIMPLES UNDER THAT BEARD FOR 5 WHOLE MONTHSSSSSSSSS. FUCKING HUMAN RIGHTS CRIMEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

unf, boy got cake. that ass just needed shirali to stay tf away from it.

also askdjalskjdlsakdjlaskjdlkj they turned ragini’s container waala room into his hacker man cave. what a wonderfully multipurpose room!

honestly, i’m just soooooooooo relieved i can just watch this show for eyecandy now. kaleje ko suchhhhhhhh thandak, yougaizzzzz.

banda khud vansh ke net worth (5000 cr.) ko dekh kar hairaan pareshaan. yeah, this much wealth accumulation is fucking immoral, asshole. you vansh did deserve to get thrown off a fucking cliff.

show laaaaaaaaaakh convince karne ki koshish karle ki yeh koi aur hai, my bullshit meter says it’s vansh vansh and no one else but vansh.

unrealistic af, someone PRINTING photos out in this day and age. what kinda tech person are you???????

lmao he’s checking out each photo for each family member and the commentssssssss.....

rudra chacha and chanchal chachi: “kaafi expressive faces! koshish bhi kare chupaane ki toh bhi chupaa nahi paa rahe ke lomdiii hain yeh ghar ke.”

aslkdjaslkdjlsakjdlskjdlksj i already like him better than old vansh.

aryan: “doosron ke bharose jeene waala.”

ishani: “raisinghania hone ka bohut ghamand hai, magar bechaari ki shaadi angre se ho gayi.”

how he know that if he not vansh????? angre not even in this set of pics.

siya: “kehte hain jo chal nahi sakte, unka wifi network bohut strong hota hai..... kab, kahaan, kya pakad le, koi nahi jaanta.”

“aur yeh hai....... RIDDHIMAAAAA....... iss parivaar ka most special aur khoobsoorat member.”

“moh aur maaya...... dono ka mel [...]”

yup, i definitely like this cheeky and cheesy persona better than the murder-threatening-paralyzing shit we had to put up with earlier. happy days, you guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! happy days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[pillow-anime-talk]

Can I request a Bakugou scenario where his crush and one of the girls like Tsuyu or someone from class were out on the weekend. And this guy comes bugging y/n for the other girl's number while Bakugou, running errands happens by and his jealousy causes him to misunderstand the situation that the guy was into his crush

# tags: scenario; U.A!au; crush culture; light!comedy; light!fluff; plot twist?; jealous!baku; sfw

includes: female readet ft. katsuki bakugo {bnha}

author’s note: thank you so much, cutie!

Like every Saturday, you went out to the gallery with Tsuyu. This girl was your best and closest friend at school and in the classroom, so spending time with her was extremely pleasant and simply interesting.

After very successful shopping, you and Asui decided to go to the cafe for something sweet and warm. You bet on a caramel cappuccino and cherry pie. Tsuyu chose green tea and carrot cake with chocolate.

It was 5 P.M and there weren’t many people in the cafe. Honestly, regular customers were here right now like this businessman with grey suit or a young mother with a child… However, you did talk to your friend; about the next exams, class trip and the delicacy of cakes you’ve ate right now.

You were so absorbed in the conversation with the frog girl that you didn’t notice Bakugo standing on the other side of the window. He was also surprised by you, but he decided to enter the cafe. Unfortunately, he noticed Asui’s figure when he was at the doorstep, so his plan to talk to you was lost. And now… It was stupid to leave the coffee shop when he had just entered it. So he took a seat near you and Tsuyu and hoped that the girl would leave the cafe faster than you. Then he would have the opportunity to talk to you and maybe… take you for a walk.

Bakugo hid his feelings very well. In the eyes of others he was really insolent, loud and self-righteous, so it was difficult to read anything else from his expression or body. So nobody knew that he had liked you for several months. Also only recently he have the courage to make gentle movements in your direction; like when he helped you carry boxes, clean up equipment after training, ask if you want something from a drinks machine… And even once time he given you his sweatshirt when two of you returned late at night to dorms after a class trip to the cinema. Goddamn! Like no one else, he was worried about you when you reached the semi-finals during the Sports Festival and when fighting Todoroki you suffered frostbite and light burns. He thought then that he would kill this half-and-half shitty boy.

Anyway, now he had the courage to tell you how much you meant to him and how many times you helped him when he had the flu, he didn’t know how to do a literature task or when he cut himself while peeling vegetables for soup.

The sound of the sliding chair and the figure of Tsuyu, who walked toward the toilet, pulled him out of his thoughts. It seemed like a good opportunity to kidnap you for a moment, but then, when he was about to get up, the waitress came up to him and a chair in front of you was taken by a stranger young man.

“Could I pick up your order?“

“Hey… Could I… The phone number?” He heard between the lines and clenching his fists.

“Latte.”

“Ugh. I don’t give numbers to strangers… Sorry.” He smiled lightly at that answer, looking back at the blonde waitress.

“Something sweet? I recommend chocolate cake with strawberries and…”

“Yes, but.. I liked… Person.” Bakugo looked at you and the brown-haired boy sitting next to you. He felt his blood warm and buzzing again. And this annoying waitress… Shut the fuck up, fuckers.

“Coffee is enough.”

“So… Just a name?”

“If you need something, please go to the counter. Your coffee will be ready in…” He looked at your nervous person.

Should he help you?

“You’re too annoying.”

“Please.”

“No.”

Okay, he should help.

He got up from his seat and with a poker face came to your table with lots of bags around. “Any problems?” He asked, standed next to you and placing his hand on the back of your chair. “If she doesn’t want to give you her number, get away, sucker.”

“And who are you? A lawyer?”

“Just go away. You won’t get her number anyway, you know it, right? Do you think you’re worthy for Y/N? I don’t think so.” He grunted, squeezing fingers on the dark wood. “Someone as annoying as you deserves a dead hamster, not a girl. So, yeah. Get out before I get you out of here personally.”

You looked at your friend who said such beautiful things about you. Your cheeks blushed, not only because of his words, but also… You had hope that he didn’t heard what you said about him to Asui. Like: you like him for a long time and you wanted to invite him to the upcoming prom at school. Oh my God…

To your luck, the stranger boy left. You looked at Bakugo and got up. “Katsuki …”

“He scared you? Should I kill him or something…”

“No, no. Easy… But thank you for helping me. He wanted Tsuyu’s number and…”

“Tsuyu?”

“Yes. He said he liked her face – whatever that meant – and I didn’t know what to do. You didn’t have to worry about me, by the way. I doubt anyone would want my number… You know, I’m not the most attractive.” You scratched your neck.

“What the fuck.” He grunted once again and looking at you. “You’re the prettiest girl that I know. Don’t say stupid things. It irritate me.”

“What?”

“I won’t say it again. Will you be here long? Where’s the Frog?”

“Oh, I… We finished eating, so…”

“Y/N is something happened? Kium. Hi, Bakugo.” Oh. She came back. Thanks, God.

“Great, Frog. You’ll go back to the dormitory alone, because I’m taking Y/N for a… walk.”

You looked at your bestfriend who just stuck out her tongue and nodded lightly.

Your cheeks blushing again.

“By the way.” Bakugo started. “You should wear a palarizer for a such creeps like him. Now let’s go for a walk. I will help you with shopping. And no comments, please.”

Now the question is: Which of the two of you earlier will shout out your own feelings during this long walk?

[lavendertwilight89]

White Day #2! Let Me Go

this one is just a fluffer-noodle :)

@clearwillow

Why did she bother to go to school—how had she thought she could have actually focused after the fight she had with that thick-headed, jealous, jerk, loud-mouth, controlling, possessive, idiot Inuyasha? Sigh… mind you, she knew that he reacted probably as a louder version of herself if their roles had been reversed…if Kikyo had kissed him—rewind—Koga kissed her. Not that she admitted it was her fault, because she would argue she wasn’t asking for it, but she also didn’t try to stop it. If she’d been as forceful as she probably should have been, it wouldn’t have been too late to stop the crashing train of doom.

Inuyasha had been hard pressed in a sit command and she wasn’t paying attention to Koga at all; she had been more gauging when the command would wear off of Inuyasha than to what Koga was saying and do when she had turned her head back to ask him what he was talking about when their lips met… She had squealed, one of which made Inuyasha turn his head away (she knew that was a terrible sign), their friends gasp in shock, and Koga try to dive in more to which she pulled back and finally was able to push him away. She tried to chastise him, waiting for Inuyasha to take over for her –you know, protect her honor, claim she was his ‘jewel shard detector’, threaten he was going to kill him—but had only been met from silence from the half-dog demon… That was terrible sign number two.

When Koga ran off, having had the audacity of calling her shy and what-not saying he’d return to give her more of a taste of their mated life later, she turned to Inuyasha who was had already stood and was walking away. Their friends stood there and watched as she tried to approach him. He growled a low warning growl telling her to back off, but, let’s face it, she NEVER listened. She grabbed his haori and he shook her off harshly turning to face her. His face was filled with hurt and anger…

“Why are you looking at me like that, Inuyasha?”

“Why are you even here? Clearly you have other things to do and people to be with. Just go already. I don’t need you to hang around me out of pity,” he said dejectedly but his voice was full of annoyance.

“Inuyasha! I’m not with you out of pity! We have a mission!”

“Whatever. I don’t need your help anymore. I’ll find the shards and kill Naraku without your help. You only slow me down anyway.”  

The weather reflected her mood. Raining. Grey sky. No life in sight. She had also forgotten today was White Day. Mind you, she only gave chocolate to her friends (specifically no guys *cough cough* Hojo *cough cough*) because she hadn’t wanted anything in return. She only wanted one guys love and attention… but he had sent her away… with her heart broken. She had to restrain herself from crying at school. She was devasted.

He had taken off leaving her and the others to wonder what had happened... Kagome had been reluctant to share her thoughts or even talk about when they go back to the village. They assured her the half-demon would calm down and return. She told them she would be back in a couple days; she just needed some time to figure things out… that was a week ago. She couldn’t force herself to visit. To ask if he came back…

He went to be with Kikyo. She knew it. She was the only other person that could sense jewel shards and of course, since she was ‘distracted’ or whatever, he would go pick up where they left off. That left Kagome… sad, heartbroken, angered, alone, terrified… an outsider in the time she wasn’t from, fighting a battle she was directly involved in. An outcast in a time she was from but no longer felt like she belonged. Stranded.

Her thoughts were cut off by the crack of thunder. Great… now my walk home is going to be such a cliché. I didn’t even bring an umbrella...

She got to her locker and exchanged her white sneakers for her brown clogs. She gathered her books and dropped them into her back and swung it over her shoulder. Some of the girls were running out with their navy jackets over their heads, others had their umbrellas, some just stood under the balcony hoping it would stop, but Kagome walked, head down, hoping maybe the rain would wash all her tears away before she had to see her mother.

 Kagome went back to her era. AGAIN. After some stupid insignificant fight…Ok… he actually had been kinda an asshole. He’d admit it; his ego suffered a large blow when the wolf managed to steal a kiss from Kagome. He had been angry, jealous, hurt, and frustrated as fuck, thereby he selfishly wanted her to feel the same way… Boy was that the wrong decision.

After clearing a forest and taking a couple days to chill his inner youkai from going after and killing the flea-bag who kissed Kagome, he returned to the village to sulk. He couldn’t wrap his head around why she let the fucker kiss her… She-she had kissed him before, at Kaguya’s castle… He… He really thought it meant something. He wanted it to mean something…more. The moment he heard her squeal and saw her blush from Koga’s lips touching hers, Inuyasha’s heart became stone.

His inner-beast raged to tear apart the other male demon. To stake claim on his bitch there in front of the wolf! In front of the perverted monk! Let the world see she was his! Make her know who she belonged to whether that’s what she wanted or not. The demon had screamed SHE WAS HIS!

But his human-half mourned the loss, he knew she had kissed him out of insanity at the castle, she didn’t want to lose his friendship or his soul. She could never love him the way he loved her… Insecurities and devastation won out and he told Kagome to leave… She had begged him to stay by his side, even though he would be distracted by Kikyo, but she still wanted to be with him. That was why he had to let her go. He was the only one standing in her way of happiness with another. He couldn’t try to force her to be with him; he wanted all of her, not just part. He couldn’t take it. But after some trees met their early demise, he was able to realize what a fool he’d been. He still needed Kagome’s friendship if that was what she had to offer. He wanted anything she offered if that meant she’d be by his side. She was his home. His only reason for belonging. And he was a fool for ever acting like he could survive without her.

He had grown to the love the little miko from the future. She was his first real friend, got him make new ones, made him less selfish, made him less of a jackass usually… While he’d deny and deny and deny some more his feelings for her, he knew they were there and very overpowering real the moment she took his hand after he agreed he’d let her stay. As if that would have been an option to pass up. He couldn’t imagine not being with Kagome. Even when nothing romantic could happen between them. At least, not until Kikyo had been avenged, Naraku was gone, and the jewel was made whole.

When Kikyo was saved Kagome, he realized that Kikyo then knew what was between him and Kagome. Or rather, what he desired to be between them. Even if Kagome never knew how he felt, Kikyo made it clear she would no longer get in the way of their budding relationship. He was thankful; but still lacked any form of courage to tell Kagome.

Sango had, unfortunately, been the first one to find him walking back to the village. She had swung her giant-ass weapon at him and fuck he was lucky he noticed her! She was aiming to maim him—not just reprimanded.

“INUYASHA! WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!?!?”

“Sango, calm the fuck down!” he yelled as he dodged her attacks.

“Sango! My love! Stop!!” Miroku ran and stood in her way trying to calm his fiancée.

“No! He deserves this and more for what he said to Kagome! He’s lucky I don’t kill him for breaking her heart over something so stupid!!!” she yelled try to move around the monk.

“Tch, breaking her heart? How would I do somethin’ like that?” Inuyasha retorted.

“God, you are such an idiot!!!!” Sango yelled.

“Sango, dear, why don’t you take a walk and simmer—”

“ABSOLUTLY NOT! He crushed my best friend who is like a sister to me! Now she probably will never come back!” Sango started to tear up trembling to maintain her control. Miroku was able to push her weapon down with her lack of control and pulled her into an embrace.

“Sango… allow me to talk with Inuyasha. It may go over better.”

She sniffled and glared at the half-demon but nodded. “I won’t be far…” she said as she walked away.

“You certainly did it this time, Inuyasha,” Miroku indicated as he turned to the face him.

“I know I’m an idiot so save it… I know all I’ll ever have is Kagome’s friendship and that I need to treat it more carefully with the time we may have left.”

“Buddha forgive me, but Gods, Inuyasha, you are a complete dumbass!” he vented swinging down his staff on top of Inuyasha head.

“Ow! What the fuck, Miroku?!”

“You have got to be the densest person I have ever met! If this was just about friendship, my fiancée wouldn’t have come out swinging to take your head off. This about more than that and implications you made when you left. Tell me Inuyasha, if Kagome had been the one who said she would gather the shards of the jewel on her own, how would you take it?”

He was perplexed. He would have taken it that she was a moron trying to kill herself and would have refused to let her do that to herself. Miroku saw the thoughts rummaging through his head and let out a defeated sigh, “Inuyasha, she thought you were implying you were going to reunite with Kikyo to the complete the jewel. That because Kikyo is not apart of this world, that she would not slow you down because she is not truly human…”

“Well that’s fucking stupid, why would she think that?”

The monk took a steadying breath before he looked at Inuyasha with a very heavy mask cracking under annoyance, “Inuyasha, you cannot so blatantly tell me that you do not know Kikyo is a huge cause of distress between you and Kagome.”

“Obviously monk, I’m not blind.”

“Then, enlighten me, Inuyasha, why would that be? Why does Kagome get so hurt when you go to Kikyo?”

“…Ergh,” in all honestly, Inuyasha had never really thought about why—he only knew she hated being compared to Kikyo. That she didn’t live up the dead priestess in the slightest. He thought it was because he had once proclaimed if it was his and Kikyo’s destiny, they would go to Hell together… But he had no actual plans of going there—he planned on killing Naraku and avenging her so her soul could finally rest in peace. He thought maybe she still thought that he was planning on dying together, ending Kagome and his friendship permanently.

“I can see the wheels turning in your head, but allow me to end your misery, although I shouldn’t be the one to admit this, but, it is because Kagome is in love with you.”

His eyes probably popped out of his head as he snapped his gaze at his best friend. Wait, when had that happened? He could only think back that somewhere along the way with Kagome’s help, he became so trusting that he allowed her, Sango, Miroku, and even that damn brat Shippo to get under his skin enough to use the ‘f’ word… Friends. Weird. “That—no—you’re wrong. She—She can’t see me like—She let the wolf—”

“Oh, but she does, my friend. She has for quite some time. She was distracted by watching you to notice Koga had leaned in to kiss her. She was very frustrated by the occurrence. I can promise you that she only ever wants to, excuse the expression, lock her lips with yours.”

“Miroku… I-I have nothing. I am nobody. She couldn’t—”

“Ugh! Stop with your idiocy Inuyasha! She doesn’t care about any of that!” Sango had made her way back to the fields, clearly coming back to check on their progress. Impatient as always. He knew why he considered her a friend—they were basically the same person. “She loves you for you! Why, you ask? I couldn’t begin to tell you since you run off to see Kikyo any moment she summons you, you go crazy when Koga or Akitoki come near her, you’re insensitive to her feelings or needs! Ugh! Why she loves you I have no idea, but clearly, she’s able to look past the asshole front you put up to try and distance yourself from other people so they won’t hurt you! She cares about who you actually are! I just don’t understand how you couldn’t see it until Miroku had to point it out to you! That’s why she left and hasn’t come back—you broke her heart and she can’t stand the idea of facing you knowing that you don’t want to be with her even as a friend even though she wanted to be by your side thinking you still were in love with Kikyo!”

Welp. He had just won biggest dumbass and jackass award of the year. He couldn’t say none of that wasn’t true. What was worse, he knew it had been Kagome who said most of that stuff Sango about who he was, the masking thing, liking him in spite of the all that… the things he did to make Kagome upset were things coming from Sango, Miroku, and probably Shippo.

“I—”

“You need to step up if you want to be Kagome’s mate, Inuyasha. I haven’t told her of demon customs because I didn’t want her to be discouraged of the notion you truly don’t give a shit. But if you love her, which we all know you do, you need to fix this now before it’s too late!” Sango implored. She seemed less angry now; if anything she seemed hurt. Like she was hurting for her friend… What sucked was Sango was absolutely right. If he wasn’t careful, Kagome would never accept him to be his mate even if everything ended and he told her how he felt. Even if Kagome forgave him, he would never have been able to forgive himself.

“She went home, right?”

“Yes; she left a week ago,” Sango supplied.

“She said she needed some time to figure things out… She has not returned since,” Miroku jabbed. “You’re the only one who can travel through the well so it is your responsibility to go and fix things with Kagome.”

Inuyasha nodded and took off towards the well. Anxious. Upset. Guilty. But it had already been a week since they separated. If Kagome hadn’t come back by now, who knows when she would. If she would. He reached the well and jumped in without hesitation. He knew what he needed to do. He knew he had a lot he had to say, convey, promise… He couldn’t lose her. He already knew he had been selfish in trying to reject her friendship when he thought she may be interested in someone else—he had no idea she even felt that way about him. Now the guilt was eating him up and he wouldn’t be able to live if she completely rejected him.

He opened the well house door and it was storming outside. He jumped as fast as he could to her house and entered to escape the downpour. As he entered, he saw her mother pacing. She looked up hopefully but immediately looked distraught when she saw it was him.

“Oh, Inuyasha, I thought you were Kagome. She isn’t home yet; I called her friends to see if they could stop her so I could give her a ride and they said she left immediately when school let out. Would you be a dear and go find her? I’m worried she’s still walking in this weather or is stuck alone somewhere seeking shelter.”

Kagome was out in this? Damnit! “Yea; I’ll get her.” Without waiting for her mother to respond he was out the door, sprinting down the familiar path to her school. He still didn’t really have a plan on what he was going to say to her, but he couldn’t afford to hesitate to find her. He made it three blocks and turned the corner to see her. She was drenched in her uniform. Broken. Sitting on with her back against the wall, dress coat pulled up over her head trying to shield her from the wind and rain eyes squeezes shut. Even through the rain, he could smell her tears. She was late because she stopped intentionally to cry so her mother hadn’t seen…

He knelt down to her and placed his hand on her cheek and softly stroked his thumb over her pale wet skin. Her eyes shot open, gasping, and jumped about a foot in the air. Her eyes finally calmed down and recognition shone through those bright blue sapphires as she hoarsely spoke, “Inu-Inuyasha…”

Her breathe hitched. He’s here… Without a thought, she jumped up and wrapped her arms around his waist and sobbed her relief. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close burying his nose in her hair. They stayed like this until time caught up with him. He raised his head and reluctantly removed his arms from her. He pushed her back and saw the hurt in her eyes until he removed his robe of the fire rat and placed it gently over her. He pulled her back into his chest now content she at least would refrain from getting any wetter. She eagerly embraced him again and sniffled.

“I’m so sorry Kagome. I’m a fucking idiot.”

She shook her head in response and he growled. Of course, she forgave him. Fuck. “No, please, you don’t—I don’t deserve your forgiveness.”

“I’m just so happy you’re here.” His heart felt like it could break. She was just so kind. Loving. Accepting… Gods, he loved this woman with all of his being.

“Kagome…” she raised her head from his chest to face him and stare into his golden eyes. She bit her lip nervously and he realized he wanted to bite it himself. He about leaned in when movement caught his attention making him turn to face the newcomer.

Oh, for fuck’s sake. It was that moron—the scrawny dweeb Hobo. He started growling but Kagome patted his back and made to stand. He stood with her, keeping his arms wrapped around her possessively.

“Higurashi? Your friends said you left school in a hurry. I figured I’d find you at home by now. Is… everything alright?” he eyed the half-demon in front him hesitantly. Inuyasha realized he had forgotten his hat at home but couldn’t find much of a reason to care as he stared the boy down.

“Hojo… Uhm, everything is fine. I stopped and tried to find cover from the storm. Inuyasha found me and we started to resume our walk home.” Of course, Hojo interrupted… I swear Inuyasha was going to… No, don’t be stupid Kagome. He was just worried about me… Sigh…

“I wanted to talk to you, Higurashi. Do you mind if I accompany you home?” Inuyasha tensed around her but slowly had begun to withdraw from her. She grasped her kusode tightly and pressed herself into his body tighter. She had already messed up once not being direct with her feelings and she wasn’t going to let it happen again.

“What’s up, Hojo?”

“I, uh,” his eyes shifted between the two hesitantly before he continued, “I actually wouldn’t mind waiting until we could be more private.”

“Sorry Hojo, Inuyasha and I have a lot to talk about ourselves when we reach the Shrine. It’s a now or never deal.” Inuyasha was impressed with Kagome’s directness. Let alone her forwardness, she had refused to let go of him and even pressed herself further into his body trying to convey wordlessly she needed him… Guess the monk and slayer were right after all…

The rain continued to pour around them, but the wind had died down as well as the thunder. Hojo took a deep breath and confessed, “Higurashi, I’m in love with you. I know you didn’t present anyone with chocolates on Valentine’s Day but please… accept my proposal to go out with me. As my girlfriend?”

Inuyasha was terrified. Not only had a demon proclaimed his love for Kagome but now a human. Kikyo had wanted him to be human. It was a deal breaker for them to be together if he had remained a half-demon. Not only that, but this kid was from her era… where she rightfully belonged with her family. Where demons didn’t exist. He looked down to Kagome and saw her staring back at him—determination and love shined through them… for him. Not the Hobo kid. Not to wolf… him.

She finally broke eye contact with Inuyasha after silently telling him it was him she wanted, not Hojo, not Koga, him…

She turned to face her suitor, “Hojo… I’m so sorry… But—I—” she swallowed. This was not how she had wanted him to learn her love for him but might as well, right? What was the saying Inuyasha had said before she sat him for? ‘Men are fools if they turn down an opportunity if it presents itself?’ Something like that… “But—I’m actually in love with someone else…” Inuyasha squeezed her in reassurance, trying to convey his own love in return. He knew he would have to voice it, but fuck it all, he refused for it be in front of this kid.

“Does he feel the same about you?” Hojo’s eyes locked with Inuyasha. This dumbass is actually challenging me?

Well there went those thoughts… “He does…”

She gasped at his answer. She turned back to Inuyasha to stare at him shock, happiness, overwhelming joy, her teeth found her lip again as she trembled unable to hold back her tears from relief. He frankly now didn’t care who or what was around him at that moment as she stared down at the girl in his arms and cupped her cheek. He leaned down to finally took that stupid bitten lip his mouth making her whimper.

They broke apart when Hojo awkwardly cleared his throat which made Inuyasha growl and Kagome blush, “Well, I am happy for you Higurashi. Inuyasha, was it? Please take care of her…” Hojo turned and left umbrella still shielding him from the rain.

Kagome turned to look at Inuyasha who gathered her in his arms, “Let’s go home.”

She nodded and he took off. They made it in no time and her mother had already ran them a bath. They took turns, Kagome changed into warm pajamas and Inuyasha was given some spare clothes her mom had ‘acquired’ for him. When they were both done, her mom had oden waiting for her upstairs in her room on trays. She closed the door and gave them privacy having had known they had much to discuss.

“Kagome…”

She turned to face him—he looked so guilty, hurt, and upset. She reached her hand out and covered his which he ended up twisting his so their fingers could interlace.

“You may have forgiven me, but I haven’t forgiven myself. I—I almost let go of our friendship because I was being selfish… I wanted to wait until all this was over with to try and be with you. The idea you wanted to be the wolf made me just want to throw it all away… But the slayer and monk were right, if I keep acting the way I was acting, you will never accept me as your mate.”

“Inuyasha… I—”

“No, Kagome. Being a mate is more serious than a boyfriend or husband… death cannot even separate mates. You would take on my life-span, and even once we finally aged, we would be reborn to mate again in the next life. Over and over. I have only shown you what a terrible one I would be. When I saw the wolf kiss you, I just lost it. My inner-demon wanted to kill him and claim you myself right there. I was hurt; but I knew it was from my lack of actions and thought you deserved better. I was going to come back for you—but I probably wouldn’t have been able to remedy the argument without Sango or Miroku… or even that Hobo fuck.”

She giggled as the insult, but looked earnestly at him, “Inuyasha. I do forgive you. No one else has ever held my heart… And I thought I had messed up our friendship because I hadn’t just told Koga up front I didn’t feel that way about him. Mind you I was fifteen when he told me originally, but I know I really do need to clarify things for him… Also, I do want to be your mate… when this is all over. I can see through the façade you use—I know who you are deep down Inuyasha. And I love you.”

It felt so good to hear her say that. She was right too—after this was over. They couldn’t afford to have let their relationship leak with Naraku still out there ready to abuse it… not that he didn’t already, but if they did mate, either one of them could die in a second followed closely by the other.

“Kagome, I guess whatever day this is in your world where people confess their feelings, I swear to you I will protect you with my life. I will prove to you that I will make a good mate. I will court you and show you how much I truly care about you… if you will allow it?”

Kagome launched herself into his lap and kissed his lips hard. He took that as a yes.

[unikornu]

🌹, 🍂, 💐, 🌺, 💫, ☄️ for Lucy? 🍁, 🌸, 💦 for Harrison?

Thank you kindly for the asks! Let’s go:

Lucy: 

🌹 Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? Is there any reason why? If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born? Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be? What does home mean to them?

Home for Lucy is whenever she is sure no one from the fair distance and within same walls wants to stab her in her sleep. Nuka World under Harrison protection will be the most home-ish and safe place since also after the disciples wiping she did prove her worth and loyalty to the raider’s goals and now they no longer need to sleep with one eye open with Gage since Harrison is patrolling and staying up all nights and gang leaders might not have such a strong urge to betray her. Later eventually she will set up base back in Sanctuary in her mother’s home since they will need second solid base in Commonwealth and somewhere deep in the woods still lies a pre-war secret lab section  that will be important for Harrison in order to understand the experiment and maintain his power as well as his body. A place where she can put down her guard, where she can sense presence of her boss and be sure Gage is also nearby will always be worth calling home but there are few places like this since later on her reputation will be more knowledgeable to wasteland folks and she will be on wanted list of sort. 

So yeah what can i say...away from Nuka World home announcement for them would sound like so:  A small blond lady along with a raider thug and tall grumpy old man looking for a warm cave to duck in without worry of being pitchforked by angry local settlers and half of the commonwealth. Ain’t many places they can call home, poor fuckers. 

🍂 Does your OC enjoy hugs? What do they do as a show of affection for: their friends, their family, their significant other(s) or for strangers? Over all what are they like with receiving affection from others?

Oh she secretly loves hugs and affection of any kind but keeps in mind its better to leave them for very few and private moments. Besides how the hell that would make her look in society she is stuck with. Harrison and type of her job forced her to strip her mind from emotions as they were useless and making her weak but once the events calmed down they do come at peace and leave that part behind. With friends in public like Lizzie she will bump against their shoulder with a smile or chuckle, its safe in public and still reflects that she feels good in their company. With Harrison she will just bury herself in deep fatherly hug when gone for a few days, especially he is very tall and big so its like hugging a yao guai just in a brown thick coat. And because she never had a good father experience that hug will mean a world to them. With Gage she knows he has a hard time to be soft fucker but as the time goes on, the affection switches from small things, like checking his patch out and forcing to help taking care of his wounds too, not just hers, into letting down the bitch tough face and raider stiff attitude. Inviting him for the drink, just two of them, closing the distance and ending up just resting against his chest or sleeping hugged to his back. If the urge is strong and rules can go fuck themselves she will just charge at him and let all that sweet stuffed in her chest love drown him. 

As for people who didn’t reach yet friend level any kind of touching contact which doesn’t involve knife is for her a way to show affection. Be it soft fist bump in their arm, fast shoulder shake or very split millisecond side hug. Hell, even if she smiles at them its already a good sign, and in a humane soft manner, not the smirky bitch one. If her resting bitch face goes away its already a fantastic sign and promising future she won’t stab them later on. 

💐 How does your OC handle being unwell or forced to rest in bed? Who cares for them and in what ways? Does your OC enjoy being doted on or are they a terrible patient? Reversed: is your OC good at taking care of others who are ill or in need?

If you tell her to do that when there is shiet to be done and there almost always is in her mind you will see a constant middle finger, raised from the bed and the moment you turn around or leave she will be gone, sneaking away to get at least her knife and try to leave outside. She was raised to fulfill mission, no matter what so a stupid cold or broken bone is suppose to nail her in place. Fuck no, she can’t right? She can’t be that weak even if pain sweats her eyes. Gage learns slowly her urges as with each park taken he sees her taking extreme solutions to many situations, not thinking about possible bad outcomes so when the really bad cold catches her or she got badly wounded again he will be the one yelling at her to stop that shit. Aside from usual care like shoving injections or closing wounds and occasional cooking he will be constantly ensuring her that she can close both eyes shut and get an actual restful sleep, that he is on the watch and nothing out there waits to kill her when she ain’t looking. World neither will fall apart in flames if she will be gone in dreams for few hours. With Harrison come back that part is becoming easier as the simple sharp look in his eyes of mixed care and threat is convincing enough to put that knife down and shove her ass back in bed. With Gage guarding the Fizztop and Harrison overlooking the rest of the town there is no way of sneaking out and in this case it would be a bit ungrateful since they both put so much effort for her. 

She is better at taking care of others than herself tho if these are in her social circle. She doesn’t need to force herself, it comes natural to her. She will switch in a second from a vicious bitch to a caring bitch. Trying even to overcome her lack of cooking skills to deliver something warm and edible to that person if need. If she can’t get that fucking soup perfect for shit she will threaten and kidnap a local masterchef of sort to make and teach her how to do it. She means well but...ya remember her empathy can have weird and extreme outcomes.

Lol imagining like someone being under her care when sick and they go to the bathroom and spot a chef cook in a kitchen chained to a fucking stove cooking some good shit and Lucy siting at the table reading a cooking recipe and pointing a pistol at them.          

🌺 What does your OC do to calm down when they’re scared or after a nightmare? Do they have any special comfort items or need to be reassured by a specific person? How do they handle this if they’re alone?

Normally she would drink or take calmex right away but she slowly tries to give up on that addiction as they do more harm than good. Having Gage or Harrison around will help to break that thought if she can either crawl up to Porter’s bed or wake him up to ensure that everything is real and alright or kindly ask Harrison to watch over her as he doesn’t need to sleep. Maybe he looks like a nightmare in a dark but its her nightmare she is familiar with.

If alone tho she will struggle, she hates to be alone for too long. If fear strikes her at battlefield she will try to cover her fear and damp it down with anger instead, psycho or fury could help and she isn’t addicted to it as to calmex so that’s one way out but stupid. If its just a nightmare in a middle of a night she won’t go immediately to sleep but walk around, talking to herself and convincing it was just a dream, grab a mannequin, do a silly dance with it, anything silly to relax a mind and take it off the stress and that nightmare. A shot of booze won’t hurt as long as it ends up on just one but it rarely does. Reassurance is her best ally in these beside she is too big of a girl for comforting items like an old plush puppet found in some certain treehouse back in Sancturary....right...riiiiight? ._.

💫What is your favorite fact about this character and why?

I think the simple fact that she is kind of evil oc and she knows about it. I don’t think there is many characters of this kind out there but i might be wrong. Since childhood i was trying to strike best - peaceful outcomes in games and so on but later on i started to sympathize with actual villains, be it games and stories. They can be full of surprises and complex in a interesting way, prove to be actually powerful allies as well and in general they talk to me more than a basic superman trying to strike for a world peace.  

☄️ Does this OC deserve better treatment from you? Do you make them suffer just a little bit too much? Be nice to them!

Oh ye, ofc she deserves better, she wants hugs, friends, she is bad but she wants a warm treatment too from time to time, she still have emotions ;c  Me, the creator, Uni, i’m horrible to her. I burned her hands too, like noooooo you can’t just wear gloves all the time for no reason, lets do smth bout it that will fit with all that dedication ya willing to push yourself in a fight no matter the consequences. Get burned bitch. Anyway, i’m taking her off the calmex addiction, giving her Harrison back as a better man who wants to protect her and do braids on her hair and softening the stinky to a level of a warm wet piece of trash, maybe getting some actual friends on a way. The pages on a start were focus more on a action and game lore kind off and just parks themselves but now with last page i finally get to actually break down and slow the shit to get to more emotional level, at least i hope to get it that way. 

Now Harrison time:

🍁 Where does your OC go when they need to have some time to themselves? Would they ever have their own “comfort corner” filled with all the things they like? Do they have a favorite spot outside that feels like its theirs and theirs alone?

Sadly he will be very lost at the start to find this kind of spot as he popped into the world from nowhere, just finally doing the separation from Lucy to a nearby old synth skeleton in a heat of a fight situation. Since the disciples base got a vacancy and cleaning it up feels too much of an effort for the rest of gangs he decided to make this place his comfort zone as its fairly close to Feit base but still separated behind walls, no windows to peek in for curious ones. He can’t sleep so he has a plenty of time to make it his corner. The only things he posses are his memories so he will just meditate there and surround himself with all the good moments from the past, adding the new ones to the collection, keeping his humanity on check and all the urges balanced. Also trying new tricks with his powers feels safe to do it there, the telekinetic ones especially since the place is spacey and there ain’t much to break. He doesn’t want to go too far away even if he needs a moment, he always has in the back of his head the need to be close when problems arise.

Personally on a side note i struggle to think of an explanation to the Nuka World leaders and overall people there as to how Lucy will explain to them...who the fuck he is and why he is there and where he came from and why give him a disciple base. Like...saying a truth to Gage is easier since they run together but the rest? She can’t even say he is her lost-found father since they don’t even look like family. 

🌸 What are some of their favorite things and why? List as many as you can think of!

There won’t too many as he just got off but some basic stuff i know for now:

- sweet snacks, whiskey and smokes as he still remembers these tastes from pre-war: just being softie for these small habits and diet sins

- being in charge, keeping order around due to his profession, even if times changes he still keeps the attitude and he just likes it

- training the newbie raiders, pointing out mistakes to Porter, advising Lucy on some combat moves and tips: it might feel like he is being proud, all knowing but he actually is hell of a experienced smart fighter, don’t get fooled by his age either, he just enjoys training people under him and see them improve  

- proving Porter wrong: oh boy they really don’t like each other at the start

- doing dem braids, he starts to have a soft spot for going father mode

- even if he isn’t fully human he takes care of his “shell”, perfectly shaving, keeping his shirts clean and smooth, overall he enjoys that “self care” routine even it it might feel silly in the wasteland and due to the fact who he is 

💦 If you as the writer could erase one traumatic event from this OC’s life what would it be and why?

Probably killing his son. The experiment would get to him one way or another since he would get suspicious what kind of shady business is going on in police department and asking too many questions and stuffing nose in corners he shouldn’t would eventually lead anyway to his assassination and still giving his body for that experiment resulting in same outcome but the sudden trauma and speed of events is what pushed him out of there, taking control of himself and situation also resulting in his nature softening and toning down, knowing he doesn’t have much left and it can be lost at any moment. 

[sevenincubistolemyheart]

Tainting Purity

Au: Demon Au!

Tag list: @bangtans-apollo @xsmilebitesx @wilhelminalucinda @xsunnyhoseokx @okgoogul @mariacorbi @spiritualotaku @littlekitten8590  @felic-ci  @saturated-pink  @fckyouartclass  @saraisthoughts

Rating: I’m gonna stay safe and say M for this entire series!

Summary: If someone told you that demons would be an everyday part of society a month ago you would have called them crazy.  But now that they actually were, you were surprised to find them much more docile than you would’ve initially assumed. In fact, it was the Humans who were hurting them, more often than not. So when you get fed up and stand up for an innocent demon being attacked, you shouldn’t have been so surprised when your own species turned on you, including your own parents, and left you to fend for yourself. Luckily, the newly made treaty calls for a Human to live with demons if there’s 5 or more, and so, you’re now rooming with 7 demons. But not just any kind of demons. Incubi. Your life has suddenly just gotten a whole lot more interesting.

Potential triggers: Mentions of being turned on and other sexual topics, as in this au the boys are all incubi. Brief cursing, kinks including a bit of thigh riding, oral fixation, and a fair amount of dirty talk. I’m gonna go ahead and add dubious consent as well.

Pairing: BTS x Reader/OT7 x Reader

Genre: Supernatural, Drama, Romance, Angst, Fluff, Hurt & Comfort

Length: 6.2k

To say that demons were not very accepted when they came out was an understatement.

People were understandably terrified, and there was a lot of questions to be had. The demons, to their credit, were actually very accommodating. They'd been sent up here to gauge our reactions to them, and were to live here. They explained the different types, because yes, different types existed. From Incubi to Fallen Angels to Ifrits.

According to the demons, the rest were merely grunts, soldiers with supernatural abilities. As for Lucifer, and where religion fit in with all of this, the man who asked found himself pinned by the throat with the warning to never ask again. That was the one question they vehemently refused to acknowledge. They wouldn't even say if angels or God existed at all.

As for you? You actually thought it was some elaborate hoax at first. You'd always believed in the Supernatural, very strongly in fact, but the idea that demons suddenly just decided to reveal themselves was just too unbelievable. Until you saw their powers first hand, anyway. When you saw fire burst forth from an ifrits hand right before your eyes to light his cigarette, it hit you all at once.

This was real.

It took you a few more days to fully come to terms with it of course. You did a lot of research and unfortunately weren't surprised to find many hate-based groups, determined to hate them in the name of “good” or “God”. Many protests and fights had broken out, both from demons, fed up from being discriminated against and Humans, scared of the unknown and in defense of beliefs that were now called into question.

But in addition to the hateful people, there was another group that fetishized them, especially the succubi and incubi. Since they fed on sexual energy, it was often a win-win but some of them were disgusted by it. After being the ones to use Humans and manipulate them for millennia, it just wasn't the same to have themselves be used as sex objects. Others still, felt it was a give and take, and many incubi and succubi liked it that way, rather than merely being used for their abilities. Many found amusement in it, but the ones that didn’t were often shunned by the fetishists just as much as those that hated them.

Then, of course, there was the largest group, made up of the ones that were afraid or caught in the middle, unsure of what to believe, and how to act around these new, intimidating creatures we’d all been taught to fear. Eventually, a representative stepped forward for the demons, and talks began with the united nations. Experiments were shot down, immediately, but low-grade demons who underestimated what Human technology was capable of were sometimes able to be subdued. Sex trafficking was a booming market for demon slaves. Sometimes, demons turned and helped Humans capture them, either for their own safety or even for food, in the case of Nogtisunes.

Eventually, a compromise was reached. The demons would not kill any Humans, and only fight back if genuinely threatened, and the Humans wouldn't exclude them from establishments or try to harm them. Needless to say, both sides weren’t exactly happy with the arrangement, especially the Humans, and the law was frequently broken.

You were on your way to your favorite cafe to meet up with your parents for a late brunch when you saw it happen. There was a person being kicked and attacked by a group of surrounding people, men, and female alike. You stood in shock for a moment, surprised that people were walking past this like nothing was happening before you huffed and sprang into action, pushing past the people forcefully and standing in front of the person to shield them. “What the fuck is wrong with all of you!? Who do you think you are to pick on this innocent-” You checked behind you at the male struggling to get to his feet. “Boy?”

A boisterous male stepped forward and shouted at you.

“Boy? As if! That thing’s a beast in Human form, it deserves nothing but the pain and suffering they gave us for so many years!”

You looked over as you felt a hand on your shoulder, gently pulling you back a bit, seeing the bloodied male rising to his feet. He spat some blood out of his mouth and grinned at the man. “Actually, my kind gave you nothing but pleasure. Just because you get off on inflicting pain on others, doesn’t mean we all do.” He said cheekily, eyes glinting as the man’s face turned a brilliant shade of red. You gasped pulling him behind you in panic as the man lunged. “Watch out!” You winced as the hit of the man's fist met your stomach, doubling over in pain as he scoffed.

“You stupid bitch! Why would you stand up for this disgusting creature?”

You rolled your eyes, even as you grit your teeth at the pain, forcing yourself to stand up straight again, even as your stomach pulsed in pain. “The only disgusting creature I see is standing right in front of me. This incubus didn’t do a damn thing wrong, and you had no right to assault him like this!!” You hissed at him in return, eyes alight with anger.

“Jungkook! There you are!”

You looked up towards the unfamiliar voices only to gasp as you were violently pulled into the crowd by your hair. You tried to get free but heard a voice you knew all too well scoff. “Can’t believe I actually raised a filthy monster fucker.” You wretched yourself away from the hand even though you lost some of your hair with a pain that had your eyes tearing.

“Dad!? I know you don’t like demons, but abusing them when they haven’t done anything to deserve it is wrong! The treaty was made for a reason!!” You said back coldly. “And I’m not “fucking” any of them, I just have the basic common sense to know that hurting anyone innocent, whether demon or Human is wrong. I thought you did too. Clearly, I was wrong.”

You turned towards your Mother, expecting her to be on your side as she typically was only to find her looking on in terror at something behind you. You turned and watched in awe as the injured boy, Jungkook’s wound healed, despite being openly bleeding when you’d jumped in to help him.

“Leave, and never come back.”

You abruptly turned back to look at your Mother in total shock, eyes wide at her quiet words.

“W-What?”

She shouted then, voice louder than you’d ever heard it. “I said leave! You’re no longer welcome in our household! I can't believe my own flesh and blood would betray her own species like this!! If I ever see your face again I’ll personally make sure you regret it!” She stormed off with your father in tow as you stared at the spot she’d once occupied, numb with shock and fear slowly creeping in.

“She’s right! You’re on your own now little girl, and you deserve the same as the filthy monster you stupidly tried to protect.” The few remaining people of the mob turned their attention to you, and you couldn’t even find the strength to bring your arms up to try and protect yourself as another boy lunged at you, about your age.

“That’s where you’re wrong.” A deep voice spoke from behind you, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his skin as he held the boy's wrist in an ever-tightening grip beside your face. He must’ve stopped the boy before he could hit you.

Another voice spoke up to your right.

“Try and hurt her again, any of you, and you’ll never get off again, got it?” This voice spoke in a cheerful, more high pitched tone, and you turned to look at him, causing the shortest male of the bunch to smile kindly at you. You finally processed what was happening and backed up further, going towards the group of incubi and sighing in relief as they circled around you protectively. You mumbled a “thank you” but you saw Jungkook nod out of the corner of your eye, so clearly he at least heard you.

The attackers were clearly on edge now at the shortest boy’s threat and reluctantly backed off though not before shouting at you one more time. “That’s right you filthy whore, run back to your demonic sex toys!”

One of the boys huffed a breathless chuckle and you could’ve sworn his eyes flashed fully black before he snapped his fingers and hissed back to the boy spitefully. “Have fun trying to cum now you little shit!”

This was all a lot to take in and you were starting to feel a bit lightheaded, as it all hit you.

“Hey, Seokjin hyung, are Humans supposed to be that pale?”

You shook your head, trying to clear your mind and get your bearings as you groped for something to hold onto, taking a deep breath to keep calm as your hand was guided to a muscular arm which you squeezed gratefully. Eventually, you managed to come back to yourself fully, and blinked a few times, thankful you could see properly without the world spinning as it had been.

Once you looked around you flushed as you realized the men who’d stood up for you earlier were now observing you intently. You looked to your right and quickly released the tall boy beside you’s arm, blushing further in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry! I just got a bit dizzy is all.” You apologized to him, sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck.

He smiled at you, but it seemed forced. Your attention was brought to the one you now know was Jungkook as he bounded confidently over to you. “Thank you for standing up for me. I can definitely make it up to you…” His voice trailed off into a seductive growl that had you swallowing, and you stepped back in surprise as his nimble fingers briefly slipped beneath your t-shirt to skim your bare sides, making you jump away. “AGH, n-no that’s really not necessary!!” You squeaked out nervously.

You gasped sharply as you felt someone nibble playfully on your sensitive earlobe from behind, and you quickly surmised it was your savior from earlier, as his deep voice clued you in. “Oh, but we really wouldn’t mind princess. It’d be our pleasure, and yours too if your currently soaking panties are anything to go by~” He purred in your ear, grinning as you wrenched yourself away from him and put a bit of a distance between you and the other boys, suddenly dizzy for a much different reason.

“That’s enough, I mean it!” Your voice cracked and you nervously avoided their gaze, not used to boys being so...direct like this. It was flustering beyond belief, and if you were being 100% honest with yourself, hot as Hell. You finally looked up and felt another rush of pleasure go through you at the sight of one of them tonguing the inside of his cheek as he looked you up and down. His intense gaze suddenly met yours and he smirked, causing you to blush a darker shade of red as you ducked your head once again.

“I-I don’t even know all of your names.” You pointed out meekly, hating how submissive these 7 men were making you feel with just brief touches and looks.

The one whose arm you’d been clinging to snorted in amusement at your dazed state but obliged you nonetheless, with a simple nod. “Fair enough then. I’m Kim Namjoon.” He motioned to his friend beside him and he took over with a grin. “I’m Kim Seokjin!” He blew a kiss your way and chuckled as you looked away shyly. “The name’s Yoongi, Min Yoongi.” Your attention was brought to the person who spoke and you found it was the one who’d cursed the boy earlier. “Hello!! I’m Park Jimin, and you don’t need to be so shy cutie!” He giggled as you smiled his way, realizing he was the other one who had stood up for you. “I’m Jeon Jungkook, though I think you know that by now.” The youngest spoke up with a smirk.

“Aww you’re so adorable!!” you tensed before forcing yourself to relax under the sudden attack hug, returning it before he pulled back. “Hi!” He chirped. “My name’s Jung Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi if you want!” His cheerfulness did wonders or your nerves and you found yourself smiling back as you nodded, stepping back and turning to face the last boy in the bunch. He looked you up and down slowly before he chuckled in that deep voice of his. “Kim Taehyung, but you can just call me Tae sweetheart.” The way that nickname sounded coming from him was not helping your arousal and judging from the way his smirk widened, you guessed he knew quite well what effect his words were having on you.

You waved quickly, offering them a smile, along with your name even as you were trying not to clench your thighs and give away how truly horny you were. “I really should be going but I’m glad I could hel-” You were abruptly cut off by Yoongi.

“Going where, exactly? We all saw what happened back there, do you have a place to stay?”

You winced at the blunt reminder but hesitantly shook your head. “Well, no, but I’m sure I’ll find someplace!” You scrambled for an excuse to leave, trying to brush it off but Jungkook intercepted your path before you could go any further. “I can’t just throw you into the streets after you stood up for me, and lost your home because of helping me. Please, come stay with us.”

You opened your mouth to protest but Seokjin spoke up before you could. “We need a Human anyway. You may not know this since it wouldn’t affect a Human such as yourself, but in the fine print of the treaty, it was made clear that groups of 5 or more demons need to have a Human live with them if they want to obtain lodgings. They...heh.” He shook his head with a sarcastic snicker. “They don’t trust us demons as it is, and they don't like the idea of us banding together without Human supervision.”

You saw Namjoon roll his eyes at that, and you mulled it over. You checked your phone and quickly came to the conclusion that you didn’t have much choice. You were just about to start college, and you’d dropped out of contact with your high school friends after you’d graduated so it wasn’t as if you had many options. “Well...alright, fine. But we’ll need to set some ground rules when we get to the house, okay?”

Namjoon spoke up with a nod. “Sure, that’s fine. C’mon, you can just sit on someone’s lap in the back of the car.” He said casually, beginning to lead the way. On the way Hoseok slung his arm around your shoulder once again, making you notice he was quite the touchy-feely type, not that you minded. He was pouting though, which made you tilt your head in confusion. “Something wrong Hobi?” He seemed to perk up a bit at the nickname and nodded, if a bit nervously. “Well...why do you want to set rules? Do...Do you not trust us?” His voice is quiet, but resigned, like this is something he was used to.

Your eyes widen in surprise and you look up to see the others, while still walking, had an ear tilted towards your conversation. “Is that what you guys think? Oh my God, no, nothing like that! It’s just because there’s 7 of you guys and 1 of me. Plus, even though I know a little about demons and such, I really don’t know too many specifics. I didn’t even realize you guys were incubi until Jungkook pointed out that one guy was a sadist. You are all incubi, right?”

You jumped back as you accidentally bumped into Seokjin’s back as they’d all stopped out of the blue.

“What’s-?”

Your mouth went dry as you saw every one of them glaring at you intensely.

“You want to make rules? Fine, here’s the first one. Never say that name in our presence again. Got it?” Seokjin’s voice was a low rumble, a clear warning held within his words as he looked you up and down.

It took you a moment to put it together before your eyes widened and you nodded in understanding. Of course they wouldn’t want to hear God’s name come from your lips...they were demons after all. “Sorry I really wasn’t thinking…” You mumbled, shrinking beneath their gaze. At your frightened form, the boys all softened a bit, and Hobi squeezed your shoulder reassuringly, as Jimin spoke up to the left of you.

“No worries sweetheart, we just really don’t like hearing that name. Especially from those that belong to us. It may not make sense to you as a Human, but it brings out the worst parts of all of us when we hear it. The last thing we want to do is lash out at you when you haven’t truly done anything wrong.”

Namjoon piped up from aways in front of you as you all began walking again. “Anyway, to answer your last question...yes, we’re all incubi. We have a few friends who are other species but the 7 of us like to stick to each other most of the time. Safety in numbers and all that. Not to mention the amount of trouble some of our other kind cause.” He said conversationally.

You nodded in understanding and got lost in your thoughts as the boys bantered between each other. Your arousal was finally calming down to your utter relief, and you jumped in surprise as Taehyung waved his hand in front of your eyes, an amused grin tugging at his lips as he startled you. “Sorry for frightening you, but we’re here and you didn’t hear us calling you...” He chuckled.

You smiled apologetically as you shook your head to shake away your leftover thoughts, laughing sheepishly. “Sorry about that guys, guess I’ve got a lot on my mind. Where should I sit again?” You asked, feeling shy all over again as you remembered you’d need to sit on someone’s lap so there’d be enough room.

3 voices overlapped as they spoke at the same time. “You can sit with me!” Jimin chirped, while Jungkook leered at you. “My lap’s always open for you angel~” He purred with a smirk, and the irony of him calling you angel after just telling you not to say God in their presence wasn't lost on you. Taehyung meanwhile, looked you over unashamedly, before he shrugged. “Whatever will make you more comfortable.”

Seokjin huffed at the three youngest. “You three are shameless. Give the poor girl a second to breathe, she just calmed down.”

Jungkook’s smirk only widened and he met your eyes when his tongue darted out to wet his lower lip. “Exactly. Makes it all the more fun to get her wet for us again…” His voice was low and seductive and you found yourself blushing again as you pouted at him, even as you felt yourself growing slick. “Cut it out, this isn’t fair!”

Jungkook merely raised a challenging eyebrow in response. “Oh? Am I getting to you that much?” He huffed a breathless laugh as you crossed your arms in addition to pouting. “You’re so easy. I’m not even really trying you know.” He boasted.

You scoffed at that, and rolled your eyes, ignoring the way you saw his own narrow. “Whatever. Would you mind if I sat with you Jimin?” He’d been the one to mess with you the least out of the younger ones, so you were praying he’d have more self-restraint than the other two and show you a little mercy. You’d definitely need a nice cold shower once you were alone.

Jimin perked up at the sound of his name and sent you a boyish grin that had you smiling back unconsciously as you ignored the glare you felt burning into your back. “Of course you can!” You all piled into the car then, even though Taehyung pouted and you could still feel Jungkook’s eyes on you.

You hesitantly sat on the edge of Jimin’s leg in between Jungkook and Taehyung, barely sitting at all due to nerves as you held the handle tight enough that your knuckles cracked audibly. It wasn’t Jimin that you didn’t trust, he was nothing but sweet to you so far, but damn, if you weren’t still a horny mess from Jungkook working you up again. You yelped as Hoseok suddenly stopped short, causing Jimin to instinctively grab your waist protectively and pull you into him, and also rubbing your clothed core right into his thigh in the process. You couldn’t help your whimper and 6 pairs of knowing eyes were on you in seconds.

A loud honk at the back of you confirmed that it was actually 7 though Hoseok reluctantly returned his eyes to the road. You could still see his gaze flicking to look at you in the mirror anytime he could though.

You ducked your head in embarrassment as your cheeks burned, the intensity of all of their gazes not helping your dripping arousal any as you crossed your legs, and cleared your throat, trying to at least maintain some of your dignity.

The atmosphere of the car was thick with sexual tension, and you could distinctly feel how much from Jimin’s boner at your back.

“You don’t need to be ashamed, it’s us who should be. We're typically much better at controlling ourselves than this. I'm sorry babygirl.” You flinched as the sound of Namjoon’s voice broke the silence after a few minutes. You met his gaze and he suddenly inhaled sharply as your pussy clenched at the nickname that left his lips, cutting himself off. “You’re just-” He let out a chuckle and bit his lip, trying to fight his urges. Noticing his struggle, Seokjin piped up from beside him. “You smell so good, and because you’re a virgin in so many ways, that’s only enhancing every sensation, and making us want you more.” He admitted, voice a quiet mumble.

You blushed at Seokjin’s crude words. “How did you-?” Yoongi cut you off. “We innately know any Human’s sexual experience, and their biggest desires typically as well. Even the smallest kinks, things you want to experiment with, even if only once...we know it all, at just a glance.”

Hoseok suddenly stopped short again as someone cut in front of the black SUV, making you cry out in a half-whimper, half-whine, without conscious thought.

“Hoseok please-!”

A few groans emitted from the boys as they fought desperately to hold themselves back, but others were quickly starting to lose their composure. Hoseok met your eyes in the mirror at the next light, eyes hooded with lust, but with a dangerous glint you hadn’t seen before. “Sweetheart, if you call my name like that again, there is absolutely no way I’m going to be able to stop myself from pulling over and fucking you raw.”

Yoongi snickered huskily, and hummed, knuckles white from how hard he was clenching his fists. “Calls your name? If she makes another fucking sound I’m personally going to make sure she screams instead.”

The dirty words made your mouth dry and you swallowed, but nodded obediently, biting your lip hard to hold back God forbid Hoseok stopped short again. You started as Jungkook and Taehyung suddenly decided to teasingly walk their fingers up each of your thighs, making you try to lunge for their wrists, only for Jimin to easily hold your hands back, with a strength that took you off guard. When you looked back at him in surprise, it was like he was a different person entirely from the sweet boy you’d met earlier. You’d taken his silence and stiffness for control, and clearly, that was a mistake. He smirked at your shocked expression, leaning forward to leave a kitten lick on your ear that made you squeak before you quickly bit your lip harder than before at the warning looks Hoseok and Yoongi sent your way as he continued to toy with your sensitive ears, driving you absolutely mad.

Your ears, neck, and inner thighs were all highly sensitive areas for you, and it looked like the three boys were going to take full advantage of it.

Jimin's lips moved from your ears to your neck and began to leave playful nips and kisses on the exposed area while Taehyung and Jungkook's fingers reached the top of your pants. They shared a long look for a moment before you heard Taehyung let out a quiet huff, and abruptly his mouth took over Jimin's previous position, nibbling and teasing your ear, not unlike he had done in front of the cafe earlier.

Your attention was quickly brought back to Jungkook as he slowly pulled back the waistband of your pants, making eye contact with you and smirking as his hand slipped into them. You glared at him, opening your mouth to protest when he let one finger caress your clothed core teasingly, making you flinch violently enough that Jimin had to tighten his grip on you while Taehyung giggled quietly in your other ear, sending shivers down your spine. "I almost forgot how sensitive virgins are...ah, it's just so fun to tease you like this!" He mumbled, before returning to attacking your ear with renewed vigor. Your breathing hitched, the pleasure becoming enough to really make you want to cry out, as you tried to squirm in Jimin's iron grip.

You felt him smirk against your neck, but were once again distracted by Jungkook as he leaned forward to tease your other ear, whispering quietly. "Aww, is it too much for you? Scared you're gonna bring attention to yourself?" When you nodded, starting to turn submissive as your situation finally hit you, you felt Jungkook's teeth suddenly pull teasingly on your earlobe in unison with Taehyung, making you slam your eyes shut at the pleasure and frantically kick the air, while desperately trying not to vocalize how you were feeling. "Look what a good girl you're being for us princess." You registered that it was Jimin's voice by your neck now speaking. "Don't worry we'll help you be quiet~" Taehyung's deep voice at your left ear was the only warning you received before he offered you his index and middle finger. "Open." His command made you want to obey but your stubbornness won out at being humiliated like this and you instead tried to move your head away from him...and went right into Jungkook. "I'd do what he says little girl. You don't want to have us force you, and then punish you do you?" His voice was teasing but when you scoffed and turned to glare at him, the seriousness in his gaze made you shudder.

By now, your panties were completely soaked through, thank God you chose to wear black pants today so it wouldn't be too noticeable. You gulped, but tried to stay strong in your decision. You couldn't let them win, not when they'd decided to play dirty like this. "F-Fuck all of you." Your voice was a hoarse whisper but they all clearly heard it. Taehyhung let out a positively bone-chilling chuckle by your ear. "Oh, you're going to wish you didn't say that." Jungkook merely hummed. "I had a feeling you were a brat when you rolled your eyes at me earlier but to think you'd use such language? Tsk..." His hand cupped your core so unexpectedly that you couldn't hold back your gasp as he hissed in your ear. "We'll fix that." Jimin was oddly quiet and it was only when you'd calmed down and Jungkook pulled his hand away that he spoke, voice even and gentle. "That wasn't very nice of you to say, you know. We were even going easy on you." That made your eyes widen. Easy!? You'd never been so horny in your life, he had to be joking!

"Oh well, guess we'll just do this the hard way. Open."

This time, you heard his voice in your mind as well, and when you tried to fight it, you found yourself steadily growing more and more turned on. You tried to squirm in his grip but Jimin simply giggled and forced you still again with his superior strength, voice still deceptively light. "Bad girl. I said open." It was steadily growing harder and harder, and you were fighting desperately against his instructions until your eyes were literally tearing from so much pleasure. Jungkook relished in this, wiping away one of your tears as it fell and cooing at you. "Aww look how cute she is, trying to fight us. C'mon little girl, it'll only get worse the more you resist." His voice turned serious, as he growled. "Give in...Open your mouth." His voice merged with Jimin's in your mind, and you finally crumbled under the power of their suggestion. But you didn't just open your mouth. You begged, the second your lips separated. "Please stop it!!"

Your eyes opened wide as you panted...and locked eyes with the other 4 boys, all watching your predicament. When had the car stopped? You couldn't remember or focus on anything besides the pleasure the 3 younger demons had been giving you.

Now that you were back to yourself though, it hit you like a train what had just happened and you scrambled out of Jimin's now lax grip, desperate to get out of the vehicle you'd been trapped in. You caught your breath, completely humiliated and eyes teary for a reason much different than pleasure. You felt a hand on your back and actually jumped away. "Don't touch me!" You demanded, even as your voice shook with held back emotions. You saw Hoseok looking at you guiltily and looked away from him to glare at the three who'd put you in this state.

"What the Hell did you do to me? You...You were inside my head."

Truth be told...that made you feel more violated than any of their other touches.

Jimin looked genuinely sheepish as he stepped forward to explain, frowning when you took a step back, but staying where he was. "It's an ability of ours. We can suggest ideas in Human's minds. We typically disguise it better by tricking your mind into thinking it's coming from yourself but we didn't do that this time."

That made you scoff. "There won't be a next time, make no mistake of that. You had no right to do what you just did okay?" You snapped, clearly irritated, though truthfully, you were also disgusted with yourself, because part of you liked it and you just didn't know what to make of that. As if he'd read your mind Jungkook spoke up as he saw Jimin's face fall.

"You're overreacting. We made you feel good and deny it all you want, but you liked every minute of it."

You blushed but shook your head. "Even if I did, that's not the point! You need my okay first, you can't just overwhelm me like that without any notice!"

"So we're okay to do it if we ask you first?" Taehyung asked, eyes hopeful.

You sighed, shaking your head in exasperation, "I can't do this right now. I need a cold shower and a pair of clean clothes first and foremost. Then we're setting ground rules. Alright?" Taehyung, Jungkook and Jimin all reluctantly nodded and you turned to check on the older one's responses. Seokjin spoke up as you thought he would.

"I'm sorry, I should have stopped the-" You shook your head, holding your hand up with a tired smile. "Jin, I appreciate it, I really do. But I mean it when I say I can't do this right now. I feel absolutely disgusting, and I need a shower stat. Please tell me this house has a shower I can use to clean myself and calm down?"

"Oh, so you're still-ow!" Jungkook winced as Yoongi smacked him over the head for the suggestive comment he was about to make and you nodded at him in thanks.

"Yeah, I know where the shower is. C'mon, you can follow me inside." Namjoon interjected, starting to walk to the gate. It was only then that you bothered to take in where exactly you were. This place was so charming! "Woah...how the Hell are you able to afford this quaint little place?" You asked as you followed after him, trying to push what just happened to the back of your mind, at least for the moment. Namjoon smiled a bit despite himself at your childlike awe as he led you into the entry hall, the other boys not far behind, though they quickly separated to do their own things. "We've been demons for way longer than most, and while we've never had a need for Human money, whenever we recieved it, we kept it. You'd be surprised just how many of your kind tried to pay us for our services. It came in handy when we came to the surface, and let us get this place and any other necessities or things we wanted. We've got more than enough between the 7 of us to last us several mortal lifetimes."

You nodded in understanding as he led you further into the homey cottage, taking in its simplistic beauty as he opened a door and let you go first before closing the door behind himself. "I know you don't really have any clothes yet so I'm going to lend you some of mine for now. They'll be big on you for sure, but we'll go out and get some proper clothes with you tomorrow. The bathroom is right there to the left of you and there are fresh towels inside. I'll leave the clothes outside on the bed for you." He bowed his head and turned to leave when you asked him the question that'd been plaguing you since you'd first interacted with him.

"...Do you not like me for some reason Namjoon?"

He turned to face you with a smile that was a little too wide; eyes a little too perceptive.

"Why do you ask? I haven't given you any reason to believe that, have I?" He asked, voice calm.

You shook your head and shrugged. "No, admittedly, you haven't done anything outright. But all of the others have either shown explicit interest in me somehow or made an effort to be friendly, and you haven't really done much of either. In fact, the few times you have spoken to me, it's been very..." You searched for the right word. "business-like, I guess."

Namjoon observed you for a moment with an unreadable expression before he suddenly strode towards you, backing you up until you hit the wall behind you with a light thud. Your cheeks heated as he placed his hands on either side of your head, bending down to your height to look you in the eyes. He observed your expression for a moment, before he smirked suddenly, something you hadn't seen before. It changed his entire demeanor, making him seem much more intimidating, and suddenly you were hyper-aware of the fact that he was close enough that you could feel his breath on your lips. It smelled like cinnamon, and his cologne was intoxicating.

"Do I seem business-like now?"

His words snapped you out of your stupor as your gaze jumped from where you'd been observing his lips to looking into his eyes. You felt meek under the borderline possessive glare he was giving you and shook your head stumbling over your words as you were taken aback at his sudden change in demeanor. "I-N-No you don't!" His lips twitched into a smile then, and you found your mind going blank as his tongue darted out to wet them.

'I really want to kiss him.'

The thought came as your gaze flickered to his lips again, your thoughts drifting to how nice and plush they looked, and would surely feel against your own...you went to lean in, but he pulled away just as you were about to close the last remaining inch. Just as suddenly as he'd cornered you, he was leaving with a simple wave of his hand. "Go ahead and take all the time you need in the shower, the clothes will be there when you get out, and we'll have lunch once you’re ready."

You blinked once. You blinked twice. Then, you let out the breath you'd were holding and sank to the floor, cheeks blushing a ruby red as you recalled just how close his lips had been to your own. Your fingertips brushed against your lips and you sighed. You'd been so close to losing your first kiss. Seokjin wasn't wrong when he said you were a virgin in more ways than one. It was a bit embarrassing for you to be entering college, never even have experienced a real first kiss yet. Though living with these boys, you had the sinking feeling that wasn't going to be the case for much longer, no matter what rules you put in place.

What the Hell had you gotten yourself into, agreeing to stay with these people?

A/N: And that’s a wrap on the first chapter! I really, really hope you guys enjoy this, since I kid you not I stayed up until 5am last night typing all of this out lol. I worked really hard on it, so I hope it paid off! I think this’ll be a really fun world to play in so I’m excited to continue the journey with all of you guys! 

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Nikki Sixx (Douglas Booth Version) : ABC Fluffy Headcanons

Fluffy Alphabet (Shoutout to my lovely friend, Traenon! She literally saved these for me months ago from something she read and sent it to me through messenger.  So credit to OP for the prompts!)

Nikki Sixx (Douglas Booth version) Headcanons Nikki Sixx x PS Reader X Reader: PS Reader, Plus Size Reader

A = Attractive: what do they find attractive about the other?

You adore his eyes and his passion.  

He'd sin for your lips....and the sass passes through them.

B = Baby: do they want a family? why/why not?

Secretly?  Yes. But he's terrified of turning into his parents. He's an awesome father though and you know this in your heart.   So whether you become actual parents or pet parents- your babies (fur or otherwise) are the luckiest in all the land.

C = Cuddle: how do they cuddle?

At first....NOT. He's just not used to it.  He was denied a lot of that kind of thing but eventually his touch starvation gets the best of him. Now he's on you like white on rice.

D = Dates: what are dates with them like?

Usually, he's so fucking nervous he can barely speak. Still. Even after many years you still make him blush and fumble with his words. Poor Nikki- you just make him speechless.

E = Everything: “you are my ____” (e.g my life, my world…)

My best addiction. And it fucking terrifies him sometimes how much he's addicted to you.

F = Feelings: when did they know they were falling in love?

His mother showed up one day.  You handled it and honestly he didn't even know she was there until about a month later.  

He confronted you about it and asked why you didn't tell him.  

You just told him that she didn't deserve his time and that if he ever wanted to talk to her again- you knew he could find her.   But that it was his decision...not hers.  

Ya boy fell hard right then and there.

G = Gentle: are they gentle? If so, how?

He's so soft. Honestly, he's amazed that you're with him. Sometimes he just reaches out and runs the back of his knuckles down your spine in wonder.   It's like he's checking to make sure you're really there and he's not dreaming. Because for the life of him- he can't figure out why/how he ended up so lucky.

H = Hand/Hold: how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?

Constantly. At first he was really weird about it.  Now, it's so constant you forget he's even got a hold of you.  You've yanked him out of his chair before not thinking about the fact that ya'll were still attatched, lol.

I = Impression: first impression/s

He was a dick but you'd seen worse. He was also completely shit faced. You held his hair while he puked his guts out and rolled him over when he passed out so he wouldn't choke on his own vomit.   You made him tea in the morning and watched as he tried to apologize.  

J = Joker: are they into pulling pranks?

Too much sometimes.   He learned his lesson and your breaking point. He fucked with something you cared about and you straight up left for a few days. It's not like you left him but you just had to step away from the situation before you did something you regretted. He was wrecked when you got home and swore he'd never do that again.  

K = Kisses: how do they kiss?

Like I said- at first he was weird about it.  Now, he's always sucking your face.

L = Love: who says I love you first?

You did. Well, actually he did it in his sleep all the time. But like for real- you did. He was shocked...and he cried.  He'll deny that but he fucking did.

M = Memory: their favourite moment together

You dragging his ass to a roller skate rink.  He busted his ass constantly but you were giggling and beautiful and he wouldn't trade it for the world.

N = Nickel: do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?

He loves to give you flowers.  Whether they're weeds or roses- you light up and he loves it so much.

O = Orange: what color reminds them of their other half?

Blue.  It's sweet and peaceful.  But like the sky- it can turn dark and stormy in a moment.  You're not to be fucked with...and he fucking loves you for it.

P = Pet names: what pet names do they use?

Baby.   He's always been that way with you. Sometimes Babydoll if he's trying to get his way. And he fucking adores when you call him Honey or Honeybun.   You'll never get him to admit that but he FUCKING DOES.

Q = Quaint: what is their favourite non-modern thing?

You leave him notes in his leather jacket and he melts every time he reaches in for his cigarettes and pulls out the little piece of paper with your hand writing.

R = Rainy Day: what do they like to do on a rainy day?

He writes and insists that you suffer the creative process with him.

S = Sad: how do they cheer themselves/each other up.

The most fucking stupid faces. He takes polaroids and tapes them everywhere.  He put a ludicrous one in your underwear drawer one day and you laughed so hard you fell down the stairs.

T = Talking: what do they love to talk about?

Anything and everything. Recently, he's been obsessed with Ann Rice novels. Of course, his ass would be be.  Fucking Lestat.  You're so damn sick of hearing about that damn vampire, lol.

U = Unencumbered: What helps them relax?

He actually likes fishing.  He also doesn't mind the view if you go with him and lay over there half naked on a towel.  Just saying.

V = Vaunt: what do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

Pft. How quickly he can steal your attention away from anything and everything.

W = Wedding: when, how, where do they propose?

He thinks about it but he's too scared to ask. He will eventually.  He'll basically be hyperventilating but you don't rush it. You know he's gonna ask and you know he's gotta do it.  So you patiently wait and the second he gets it out you answer with an immediate, 'YES!' Then you tackle him.

X = Xylophone: What’s their song?

"I'd Love You To Want Me" by Lobo. Because of fucking course.

Y = You’re the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

"Pills to my booze." "Nikki, shut the fuck up!" "Baby, come on!" "I will cut you!" And that mother fucker just fucking laughs.

Z = ZZZZ: How do they sleep?

Not often.   But with you? He's fucking OUT.

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