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trashbins-stuff · 9 months

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Incorrect quotes

Ppl involved: @mochablogger @moonmxple @blairdrawzstuff @mirkodoesstuff @winterwrxter @harpjustexists @rubixcubix

1.Blueberry: What time is it?

Mocha: I don’t know, pass me that saxaphone and we’ll find out

Mocha: *BLASTS the saxaphone*

Harp: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXAPHONE AT TWO IN THE FUCKING MORNING

Mocha: It’s 2 am

Bin: I'm going the fight the next person who insults Hazel.

Hazel: I hate myself.

Bin: Alright, square up.

Rubix: I dunno if I'm ready to process the ramifications of this bullshit

Winter: So what are your political beliefs?

Bin, awkwardly trying to impress her: Well, I think Pikachu would be a lot more powerful if he had a gun.

Rubix: They... well, I wouldn't call it inheritance per se. What do you call it when you kill someone and get their stuff?

Blueberry: Um, murder???

Hazel: Adventuring!

Bin: Tuesday.

Rubix: Everyone synchronise your watches.

Hazel: I don't know how to do that.

Winter: I don't wear a watch.

Harp: Time is a construct

Harp: Good morning.

Bin: Good morning.

Blueberry: Good morning.

Rubix: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit.

Mocha, barging in from the window: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS

Everyone: AHHHHHHHH

Rubix: Rules were made to be broken.

Winter: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.

Blair: Uh, piñatas.

Mocha: Glow sticks.

Bin: Karate boards.

Hazel: Spaghetti when you have a small pot.

Rubix: Rules.

Winter:

Rubix: Throw lamps at people who need to lighten up, and throw handles at someone who needs to get a grip!

Mocha: Throw a refrigerator at someone who needs to chill!

Bin: Throw scissors at someone who needs to cut it out!

Winter: Throw a clock at someone who needs to get with the times!

Hazel: Throw matches at someone who needs to get fired up!

Blueberry: Throw a brick at someone to kill them.

10.

Hazel: Stressed.

Rubix: Depressed.

Mocha: Possessed.

Winter: Obsessed.

Blueberry: Impressed.

Bin: Chicken breast.

Everyone: ...What?

Bin: I just wanted to join in.

11.

Rubix: What if people had food names and food had people names?

Hazel: Hey, spaghetti, we’re having Rubix for dinner.

Blair: What is wrong with you people?

Bin: Shut up, orange.

12.

Mocha: I haven't seen Harp and Blueberry for fifteen minutes now.

*Outside a nearby window, a car without a driver inside is seen rolling down a driveway, with Harp and Blueberry running after it in a panic. Mocha doesn't look outside at all.*

Mocha: That probably means they're getting into trouble.

13.

Blueberry: Hello all, it is I, your favorite person.

Bin: Actually, Galaxy Journal is my favourite.

Blueberry: Okay then, it is I, that bitch

14.

Rubix: So according to the cease and desist order I got, apparently you can’t ‘legally’ be a lawyer if your license is ‘cut out of a cereal box’.

15.

Fae au Blair: Hello friends!

The Squad:

Fae au Blair: You might be wondering why I’m hanging from the ceiling

16.

*after the Squad has been separated for a few years*

Harp: So what have you been up to recently?

Rubix: Leading a revolution with Bin.

Harp: Good for you two! Me, I've joined the mob.

Rubix: *nods* Oh, how cool! That's awesome!

Harp: I know! Anyway, have you heard from the others? Mocha?

Rubix: Happily living as a hermit in the woods. Blair and Hazel?

Harp: Wrongfully locked up in an asylum, which reminds me, we need to break them out later. Blueberry?

Rubix: Cult leader.

Harp: Yeah, that sounds about right.

17.

Rubix: I CAN'T DO IT!

Mocha, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER!

Rubix: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE

Harp: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US.

Rubix:

Rubix: I appreciate it,

Rubix: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH-

Hazel: Rubix-

Rubix: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!

Winter: Rubix we gotta-

Rubix: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT.

Rubix: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?'

Rubix, motioning to Bin: NOT FUCKING THIS

18.

Blair: Wait, hold up, why you draw yourself like that?

Mocha: Uh, like what?

Blair: Like with gorgeous, muscular legs.

Mocha: Uh, this is what I look like.

Blair:

Mocha: THIS IS WHAT I LOOK LIKE!

Blair: Okay, then I want big beefy arms. Hot ones.

Hazel: I wanna have a cowboy hat!

Mocha: Okay, arms and hat. *draws them*

Rubix: Ooh, give me a cowboy hat too!

Mocha: You can't just take Hazel's hat idea, Rubix! He thought it up all by himself like a good person! Come up with your own thing!

Rubix: BUT I WANNA LOOK COOL!

Bin: Put Rubix on one of those stupid baby tricycles.

Rubix: NO!!

Mocha: Tricycle, done. *draws it* Winter, want anything?

Bin, making finger guns: Pew pew.

Mocha: A blaster?! No, that's not really our style, Winter.

Winter, making finger guns: Pew pew.

Mocha: You know what, okay. *draws it* But it's just for holding, not for shooting.

19.

Winter: So, did everyone learn their lesson?

Harp: No.

Hazel: I did not.

Rubix: I may have actually forgotten one.

Blueberry: *shale head

Bin: Also no.

Winter: Oh good, neither did I.

Blair: *Exhausted sigh*

20.

Winter: *Posts a super low-quality image to the group chat*

Mocha: If I had a dollar for every pixel in this image, I’d have 15 cents.

Winter: If I had a dollar for every ounce of rage I felt in my body after I read this text, I would have enough money to buy a cannon to fire at you.

Hazel: Actually I did the math, Mocha would have $225, not $0.15.

Mocha: Fam I’m right here....

Harp: If I had a dollar I would buy a can of soda :)

Winter: while you’re there could you buy me an apply juice please?

Harp: Sorry I only have a dollar.

Winter: :(

Blueberry: Hey I just realized my friend is right, Mocha would have $22,500 because it's a dollar for every pixel, not a cent.

Harp: If I had $22,500 I would buy a can of soda and an apply juice.

Hazel: You can buy anything you want with $22,500.

Bin: Yeah and she want soda and apply juice.

Hazel: Apply juice to what.

Bin: Directly to the forehead.

Rubix: Great chat everyone.

21.

Blueberry: Anyone down to take couples counseling and see at what point the therapist realizes we barely know each other?

Bin: Idiots to lovers, 20k words, angst with a happy ending.

22.

Harp: Yesterday, I watched Blair try to eat a decorative rock from Hazel's potted plant. Blueberry caught her, and told her she can't eat rocks. Blair started whining something about no food being in the house before walking away.

#tw cult mention #the traumatized cup #ttc #incorrect quotes #ttc hazel #ttc mocha cuppy #ttc blair #ttc blueberry donut #ttc bin #ttc winter #ttc harp #ttc rubix

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catintheruemorgue · 3 years

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annoying things they do

summary: small things these guys do that just grinds your gears a bit.

characters: oda, dazai, kunikida, twain, akutagawa, atsushi, mori, poe, ranpo, fittzgerald, steinbeck, chuuya, yosano, gin, kouyou, higuchi, alcott and lucy

these are all based off things i do or have inconvenienced my life lmfao i’ll probs do a part two with everyone i missed this just got wayyy to long lol next im posting being friends with double black

Oda:

If you're wearing shorts and have bruises he will poke them when you're resting your legs on him. He’s silent about it too and if you yell at him he pretends to act like he doesn't know what you're talking about.

Will smack your sunburn but this one is actually an accident. He just wanted to pat you on the back because you're amazing.

Will space out when you talk too long, sometimes certain objects are just so… mesmerizing

Dazai:

Loves to jumpscare you the only exception is if it was a trigger. In that case he will just call your name and whip something at you for you to catch at random.

When you're driving he likes to reach over and honk your horn. It's almost caused so many roadside fistfights.

If he sees a dog in public he will bark and growl at it.

Kunikida:

Won’t let you on the bed without socks on. You could be sick as a dog and he’ll still enforce this rule.

Cleaning is hard because he has a hard time throwing things away. You'll spend extra time as he holds two identical pens, trying to decide which one he wants to keep. He’s learned to plan certain days in his schedule for cleaning now.

Won't let you turn up the music in the car and will keep it at a level that's so low it's annoying.

Twain:

Walks around the house shirtless but then complains about how cold it is.

Blasts his music so loud when he wakes up in the morning and it's always early 2000’s hits. It's not rare for you to have Pocketful of Sunshine by Natasha Bedingfield stuck in your head by 9 am.

Always has to climb something, this stems from his adventurous side. It's not really that annoying but when you’re in a crowded area and he runs off to go climb the tall statue, screaming at you to take a photo… Yes it is. Especially when children try and follow him and you're stuck receiving glares from the parents.

Akutagawa:

Will not let you throw any food products out. He tells you it's a perfectly good meal (even if it's not) and that he will eat it tomorrow. It’s sad because you know this stems from childhood but it’s still annoying.

Reuses the same gross, musty ziplock baggies. You keep buying new ones but he doesn't get it lol.

Will tell you if your breath smells, hair is messy, outfit is ugly. He does not see an issue with this and it's nice knowing someone has your back but he doesn't have to be so rude about it..

Atsushi:

If he drinks he's one of those drinkers who will not let you take it from him. Keeps an iron grip on the cup. He finishes it no matter how drunk and always throws up. Thankfully he rarely drinks.

He stops to help everyone, literally even if they just look like they need help. You've been late to so many things.

Will eat anything. Once you made steak and somehow forgot about it. It was hard as a brick yet he still almost broke his teeth eating it. You think you saw some tears as he told you it was delicious.

Mori:

Listens to people's conversations in public and isn't afraid to comment, loudly, about it. You know it's loud because they either stop talking or try and confront you guys.

Comes up to stops fast and brakes so hard you feel like he does it on purpose.

Sometimes if he and Elise get into a “disagreement” he’ll try and rope you in to take his side and you always do, knowing it would probably give him more satisfaction if you chose to side with her.

Poe:

Asks for constructive criticism but will then argue with you about why you're wrong.

Always humming a song he heard Twain singing and then it gets stuck in your head too.

Will deny stupid things like why your favorite mug is in the trash or why he just let out rather loud scream in the bathroom. You know he's lying because he looks away and makes sure his bangs are covering his eyes.

Ranpo:

Will call you out on any lie even if you don't mean to lie you just forgot about some of the details.

Don't take him grocery shopping if you have a set amount you want to spend. He won't even sneak, he will just say he wants something and throw it in the cart.

Such a backseat driver even though he can't drive.

Fitzgerald:

Likes to act like he's still in his twenties and will somehow get the two of you invited to college parties where he will attempt to do a kegger in front of everyone. You end up being the one to hold him up and he always ends with a, “LETS FUCKING GO!”

Likes to ask for the senior discount even though he's not that old, he just likes to hear the women validate that he's not old.

It’s scary how he used to buy without looking and now will scream if the price on a price tag is too high.

Steinbeck:

Always looking at the grass for wheat to chew on. It's so cheesy when you walk into the city and he's got it sticking out of his mouth.

He gets weirdly intimate with nature and you feel like you're third wheeling.

Has the mentality that he has to provide for you because he is the man. He gets so shocked when he finds out you still want to work.

Chuuya:

Has a hard time making decisions you could ask him what he wants for dinner and his mind will just break.

Gets way too pissed at movies and will actually get up and walk away. Once you were kicked out of the theater because he wouldn't stop yelling at the screen. Another time he walked out you waited a whole ten minutes before you realized he wasn't coming back.

Sometimes activates his ability at night and it's so scary waking up to him floating halfway across the room.

WOMAN TIME!!!!!!!!!!

Yosano:

Will glare at you so intensely if you say something she disagrees with.

Always tries to rope you into drinking with her even if you’ve said no the past ten nights.

Will describe wounds or injuries in such detail and just won’t stop, almost like she’s trying to fuck with you, but she’s not.

Gin:

Claims to be nothing like her big brother but then will go on to make the same facial expressions and do some of the same mannerisms as him.

Will spend hours trying things on just to put it all back, leave the store and change her mind when you’re almost home. Then she’ll have you run back with her to buy it all.

Is used to sneaking around so scares you a lot. Also on the topic of being silent sometimes she just won’t respond, thinking you can just read her vibes / mind.

Kouyou:

Will judge what you eat, especially fast food but will try and steal a fry in private when you're not looking.

Will say things like, “Well that's just the way the world works.” If someone tries to share their baggage with her. You understand she’s had a pretty rough life but it's caused you to almost spit out your drink multiple times.

At functions forgets about you for about an hour while she mingles with everyone else, you could tap on her shoulder and she'll dismiss you like you're a subordinate. Until you clear your throat again you'll see the slight blush as she apologizes.

Higuchi:

She has no sense of privacy. If she hears a crash or loud noise she will bust down the door. It’s sweet but not when the noises are usually from you knocking all the shampoo bottles down again.

Horrible road rage actually puts you on edge to be in the car with her. She doesn't even have to be driving.

Likes to act like she's a professional at everything and people usually believe it because of her suit. It's so nerve wracking when she giggles when they walk away with false information.

Alcott:

Will agree to everything you suggest but you can only tell when she doesn’t want to do it when you’re currently doing it.

Yet she’s not afraid to grumble about how annoying it is when someone bumps into you and doesn’t apologize. It’s sweet but you’re left dealing with the situation if the person is aggressive enough to say something.

Always corrects your spelling or if you say something like “I could care less.”

Lucy:

Will fish for compliments in a very obvious way like, “Wow. Wish someone would call me pretty..” and then just stare right at you.

Kicks you so violently in her sleep but won't let go of you so you cant get away.

Constantly stealing from restaurants. You're banned from a couple restaurants because she got caught trying to steal a cup or salt shaker.

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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Can yoy maybe write about sirius getting injured during a game, and remus gatting so frustrated because hes not the PT anymore so he cant help him right away?

♡♡♡

Yes, indeed! We haven’t done any angst/ hurt comfort in a while and I’ve been noodling around with this idea for a bit now. Thanks for the recommendation! Sweater Weather credit belongs to @lumosinlove!

TW for unconsciousness, mild concussion, beginnings of panic, and bruising

Sirius hit the ice, and he didn’t get up.

Remus’ heart skipped a beat.

He was next to him in an instant, gloves and helmet long forgotten as he carefully unbuckled Sirius’ chin strap. A fight had broken out behind him, but he tuned it out—he knew this process. He was trained for this.

But this was Sirius he was holding, Sirius whose eyes were still fucking closed and even though his breathing was steady he was limp in Remus’ arms.

Pulse. Check.

Eyes. Glassy under the eyelids.

Patient nonresponsive to his name or touch.

Stop shaking, Remus ordered his hands as he worked through his list. Stop it right now. You have a degree, you were trained for this.

“Mr. Lupin, please move so we can take a look,” a new voice said.

“I’m helping.”

“Mr. Lupin, we’re the medics here—”

“I’m helping,” Remus snapped. “His breathing is even but he’s nonresponsive, possible concussion.”

“We need to make room for the medics.”

“I am the fucking medic.”

Emmeline’s hand was gentle but firm on his bicep. “Remus, you’re a player now. Let us do our job. We’ll take good care of him.”

“Let me help.” Why is my voice breaking? I’m perfectly calm. “Please, let me help.”

“You already did.” Slowly, he scooted aside so she could kneel by Sirius’ shoulder and run the same tests Remus had just cleared him for.

“I already did that—”

“Remus.”

“I’m sorry.” The fingers that laid cold in his palm twitched and Remus immediately leaned forward again as Sirius’ eyes opened. “Sirius? Sirius, can you hear me?”

Sirius muttered something and Emmeline glanced behind Remus; a moment later, he felt someone’s hands pulling him up from under his arms. “Come on, Loops, give them space,” James murmured.

“Let go, I can help.” Remus struggled, but James’ arm was a steel bar across his chest as he skated backwards a few feet. Sirius was looking around now, answering questions with a dizzy expression. “James, he needs me—he needs me, I can help.”

“The best thing you can do is take some deep breaths with me. In and out, Re, in and out.”

Sirius stood on unsteady legs and leaned on the medics for support as they practically carried him off the ice; the rest of the team skated after them at a safe distance, all clearly worried. No limp, no wincing, red cheeks, headache? Concussion? No broken bones, no soft tissue damage, please God let him be alright. Something warm trickled down Remus’ chin. “I can help.”

“You already did.”

“Stop it,” he said harshly. “Stop it, don’t tell me that. I can do more, I have to do more, it’s my job.”

“No, it’s not.”

“He’s my—” Remus’ voice gave out. “He’s Sirius.”

“I know.”

Logan was skating back and forth, back and forth, back and forth in front of the bench, his eyes locked on Sirius’ retreating back. The hit replayed in Remus’ mind—clean, fast, brutal. A simple trip over a misplaced stick, then Sirius flying headfirst into the boards and going limp as the dumb fucking rookie scrambled to his feet.

Dumo went over and led Logan into a side hug by his elbow. A tremor visibly ran through Logan’s body and Remus went cold. Had he missed something? What was it? What test didn’t he run—

“Sit with me.” It wasn’t a question. He nodded, and James guided him to the bench, past Logan and Dumo as they talked quietly in French.

“Lupin, are you alright?” Coach asked before they even came off the ice.

“They wouldn’t let me help,” he said weakly.

Something akin to pity crossed his face. “We’ve got six minutes left. Sit this one out.”

“I can play.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Will someone please just let me be useful?” Remus startled himself a bit with his volume and felt James’ hands go slack with surprise on his arms. He swiped furiously at the sweat—not sweat, it felt different—that covered his cheeks. “Please, Coach.”

“You’re done for this game,” Arthur repeated, though his voice was kind. Remus wanted to hate it, but he couldn’t. “We’ll keep you updated. Pots, go get Tremzy off the ice. You’re on for this shift.”

“Yes, Coach,” James said, giving Remus a quick squeeze. “Deep breaths. He’ll be alright.”

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Sirius was still in the PT room when the final buzzer went off; Lions win, 3-2. Remus barely got his pads off before he went running down the hall with Logan hot on his heels, leaving their gear scattered haphazardly in their stalls.

Emmeline was just closing the door when they arrived. “Can we see him? Is he okay? Concussion protocol was updated so my tests might not have been enough but is he still awake?” Remus blurted out in a single rushed breath.

She didn’t miss a beat. “He’s up and talking. We think it’s a very mild concussion that just hit a little weird and knocked him around.” Logan’s grip tightened on his forearm and her eyes flickered down to it. “Both of you can relax. You’re welcome to go in if you like.”

They were halfway through the door before she was even done speaking. Sirius was sitting upright on the PT table, still in his under armour and holding an ice pack to the side of his head. He lit up when he saw them. “Hey, I was just—”

“Are you okay?” Remus demanded. He pulled the ice away and prodded the bruised skin, then stared directly into Sirius’ eyes to check for any lack of focus. He looked alert, which was a good sign. “You look worried. Does it hurt? Are the lights—”

“Re.” His hand folded over Remus’, and tears clogged his throat. “I’m fine. Emmeline and the team cleared me, and Hestia did all the tests. Did we win?”

“Yeah,” Logan said quietly. “Coach didn’t let either of us back on the ice.”

“Who fucking cares about the game?” Anger flared in Remus, hot and sudden. “You were unconscious.”

Sirius remained infuriatingly calm. “I was.”

“You—you hit the boards and you didn’t get up.” Eyes not open. Breathing shallow, but even. Heart rate steady. Follow the process. “Sirius, you didn’t get up.”

“I promise I’m okay.” He reached out and pulled Remus close, rubbing small circles on his back with one hand and reeling Logan in with the other. “It was a rough hit, that’s all.”

“They wouldn’t let me help you,” Remus whispered. His voice was muffled in Sirius’ shoulder and he tucked his face into his neck, holding him even tighter. “I’m so sorry, love.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” Sirius placed a small kiss behind his ear. “Est-ce que ça va, Tremz?”

“Ouais, plus bien maintenant.” They shifted slightly as Logan pressed his forehead to Sirius’ with a sniffle. “Don’t fucking do that again.”

“Seconded,” Remus muttered.

“Got it,” Sirius laughed lightly, kissing the tops of both their heads before releasing them. His eyebrows rose as he spotted something over their shoulders. “Um, hello.”

“Hey,” nine Lions said from the doorway. Emmeline looked mildly amused at their sardine-crammed position. James drummed his fingers on the doorframe and tapped his foot at the same time; if they didn’t come over in the next five seconds, Remus was afraid he might explode.

“Is our turn now?” Kuny ventured, standing on his tiptoes to see over the rest. “Cap still okay? Not hugged to dead?”

“Death,” Nado corrected quietly.

“Cap not hugged to death?”

“Really, I’m fine,” Sirius laughed as they all tumbled inside, rushing to check in on him. Remus noticed Logan place himself like a brick wall if someone got too close to Sirius and felt a wave of affection go all the way down to his toes.

“Give him space,” Emmeline reminded them from the door. “The concussion is mild, but it’s there.”

“I would love to see you try to get those boys out of here,” Hestia snorted as she entered. She raised a questioning eyebrow at Remus and he nodded to her; she winked and shot him a quick smile before grabbing the clipboard off the wall.

“Treatment plan?” he guessed as she tore a piece of paper off and handed it to him. Dumo was still hugging Sirius in a vice grip.

“It’s so nice to have someone who understands this stuff,” she sighed. “Pretty easy, to be honest. I’ve written a few reminders, but you know the drill.”

“Thank you, Hestia. Really.”

She nudged him with her elbow. “I promised to take care of your boys, didn’t I? Have a little faith, Loops.”

“I have so much faith in you it’s embarrassing.”

She laughed at that, throwing her head back and clapping him on the shoulder. “I guess that’s what happens when someone tapes your face back together, huh?”

“Exactly. Can I take him home now?”

“Go easy for the next couple weeks,” she teased.

Remus rolled his eyes and stuck the paper in his back pocket. “Alright, alright, very funny.”

“You should probably go home and get some rest, though. He’s not allowed on the ice for the rest of the week and I, for one, don’t want to be the person breaking that particular news.”

“What?” She left with a final kiss blown in his direction; unfortunately, Sirius did not seem to have overheard her. “Wait, you don’t get to just leave! That’s such a cop out!”

“What’s a cop out?” Sirius asked.

Remus closed his eyes and huffed. This is going to be fun.

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griefbacon · 2 years

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What about me?

Readers Birthday is forgotten by all the avengers, leaving her with nothing to celebrate

ANGST FOR DAYS

Warnings: None just angst

Not proofread

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I woke up to the sun in my face, i groaned and rolled over. Wait a second, I sit up quickly, stretching away the sleepiness. “It’s my birthday!”, I squealed, this is my first birthday a part of the avengers and I’m determined to make it count.

Thoughts of gifts and a party ran threw my head as I jumped in the shower, singing my heart out. Today was gonna be great!

I hopped out and got ready, taking extra time with my appearance. Lookin good, I thought to myself. I grinned excitedly walking out of my room.

I skipped excitedly to the kitchen, Thor and Steve were talking until they heard me humming. “What’s got you in such a good mood doll?”, Steve munched on his cereal. “Oh~ Nothing, nothing at all~”, I grinned at him.

“It has to be something”, Thor blurted out. I smiled wider, these guys are good at pretending they don’t know,” Nuh uh, it’s a secret”. They laughed quietly at my silliness.

I grabbed some food and headed towards the lab, knocking on the door,”I know your in there Bruce!”, I heard a muffled command and the door opened. “Hi Bruce! Hi Tony! Hi Peter!”, Bruce and Tony have me a quick hello. “What’s got you so chipper Y/n?”, he grinned at me.

He’s being so obvious,”Nothinggg”. “Oh come on, your never this cheery”, I bounced over to Bruce, leaning over his shoulder to look at his work. “It’s nothing~”, I blew in Bruce’s ear, he covered it quickly,”hey-“. “Welp, gotta go, see you in a little while!”.

I left the room, feeling confused stares behind me. I’m dying to know what they have planned, now who would tell me….

I bumped into Bucky. “Ow man, your like running into a brick wall”, he let out a small chuckle. “Sooo, Bucky, you would always tell me the truth, right?”, he seems to ponder my question before answering,” as long as you’d be safe knowing”.

I groaned,” no, not like that- like if a certain someone had a certain party planned for them today~”. I grinned up at him. “Maybe, that depends if your willing to do what I say”. “Mhm, like what?”.

“Can you distract Bruce for awhile? I was supposed to, but I have something else to do”, I giggled, playing the old switch a roo on me. “You got it Bucky! See you later!”.

He mumbled a quick goodbye as i bounded back to the lab, knocking again. The door opened,”Brucie! Can you come help me with some errands? I’d do it myself but there’s a lot”.

“Are you sure? Cant you get Thor or Steve to help?”, I rolled my eyes ,”they said they were busy, and I realllyy need help, please Bruce?”, I mustered the best puppy dog eyes I could.

“Okay okay, let me grab my coat”, “WOO I’ll wait for you in the car!”,

The day passed smoothly, me and Bruce running errands and picking out snacks until I got a text from Tony. ‘Okay, bring him back’ it read, i practically jumped for joy, surprising Bruce. “Sorry, I’m just excited!”, Bruce smiled,”about what?”.

“Ugh quit acting oblivious! Everyone’s throwing me a surprise party!”, his brows furrowed in confusion. “They are? Why?”, I was about to answer when Tony texted again. “ come on! We gotta get back!”.

I was practicing bouncing up and down in the elevator, I glanced to Bruce and he had a troubled look on his face. “Don’t worry Bruce! Everyone made it obvious, it wasn’t just you”, I tried to cheer him up but his face scrunched up more.

“Y/n I don’t think-“, the elevator dinged and the door opened. “Surprise!”, was yelled out, everyone was smiling, there was alcohol, snacks, and people I don’t know there?

“Congrats Bruce!”, Bruce? Congrats Bruce? “Guys- you didn’t have to do this-“, Nat spoke up ,”We wanted too! You haven’t hulked out in 3 months! It’s something to celebrate!” My face fell, a party- for Bruce? Since he hasn’t hulked out?

“Come on! Let’s get drunk!”, Tony shouted, followed by yells and music starting up. Bruce was ushered into the crowd by Tony. I stepped out of the elevator, glancing around, no cake, no candles, no gifts, no decorations, no surprise Y/n.

A hand landed on my shoulder,”thanks for distracting Bruce for me Y/n, I owe you one”, I gulped down the tears threatening to spill and forced a smile,”yeah, no problem”.

I walked away towards my room, trying to ignore the swelling of my throat and the tears prickling my eyes. I found my room and slammed open the door, kicking it close behind me.

I slid down my door, starting to cry, forcing myself to be quiet but failing. Had everyone really forgotten? No one knew this whole time? It was just some stupid party for Happy No Hulk?

I cried and cried until I could no longer keep my eyes open, dozing off to the loud music pounding threw the walls. With nothing left to celebrate.

#the avengers #marvel #thor odinson #bucky barnes #tony stark #bruce banner #captain america #black widow #stark tower #birthday

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angelguk · 3 years

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hello :)

would you ever consider doing a fic outline or basically summarizing how you say ‘the things I never told you’ ending? I understand if not but I was just curious for those of us stil following the story!

sorry if this sounds rude or demanding I don’t mean for it to be and will understand either way

no its not! let me do it rn actually! note: this is me rambling not an actual plot outline (this is v bad btw)

the fic starts with oc (nurse major!) and namjoon studying in the library where taehyung promptly barges in and invites them to a halloween party, which he insinuates is their last night of freedom which makes oc go????? and then tae explains the whole concept of no nut november and how the gc made a bet on who could last the longest

the penalty for losing?? an ahegao tattoo

oc is obvs like wtf cause ew gross men but then taehyung tries to convince her to make jk lose. at first she's like no that is my BESTIEEE never!!

but then! later that night oc and jk go for ramen and the cashier (who is a v hot and sexy girl named nayoung) starts flirting with jk and oc starts to feel weird

mind u jk is like sex god on the campus people love him!! and oc is just like damn really everyone? (but really she has a crush and she feels like she'll never have a chance with jk)

(also while this is happening jk is giving bricks and focusing solely on oc... take that as u will)

the point here is that girls throw themselves at jk and that he would never last that long in NNN

but the real point here! is that jk is in love with oc and stopped doing casual hookups cause all he thinks about his her and nothing feels good anymore

and the second real point is that taehyung knows this and he knows if jk saw oc was with someone else it would force him to own up to his feelings!!!!

now this prompts oc to text taehyung and agree to help him which leads to her arriving in a sexy nurse costume at the party while taehyung is a shirtless doctor (doctor vagina in specific, i have no idea if you'll get that joke)

jk comes a vampire obvs he's sexy (he actually wanted to match with oc but! she was ignoring his texts)

at the party nayoung is there (in a jessica rabbit costume... she is also sexy - everyone is really)

and obvs starts flirting with jk but hes just there starting at tae and oc real hard because why r they in matching costumes?? which nayoung notices and then she opens her big fat mouth and says (to oc and tae) "wow your couple costume is sooo cute!"

which??? taehyung starts grinning and shit and answers mhmm yeah! before oc can deny and jk is just there going ....couple...costume????

but then jk gets dragged away by nayoung and oc is like :/ cause nayoung is so sexy and jks type

which leads to her grinding on taehyung on the dancefloor and him biting her neck which jk watches

which leads to jk kisses nayoung cause hes MAD but oc doesnt see that she just sees the kiss

and that makes her ://// so she leaves to hid in the bathroom where her bestie chaeyoung (gay and cool) comes to get her before tae shows up and ruins the whole thing even more by asking oc to come out

now... oc doesnt know this but jk has ditched nayoung and looking for her (v drunk) and even the texts he is sending is borderline love confession kinda

but she shuts down and ignores him for days

until tae intervenes and forces her to talk to jk (which they do in this cute park scene i partially wrote out) and they discuss all the funny feelings they are having (NO LOVE CONFESSION)

i have no idea what happens in the middle (hence the story being discontinued)

but overall, jk starts to assume oc and taehyung r dating which makes him so uncomfortable because hes had a crush on oc for the longest time ever

and even nayoung notices that

theres one wonderful scene where oc sees nayoung at jks practise (he's a baseball player in this au) and jk is watching from the field but oc thinks he's watching nayoung (hes really watching oc)

and then nayoung sweetly mentions to her that maybe she needs to look a little close at whats in front of her (basically a sweet girl talk moment where she encourages oc and tells her she means a lot to jk)

and then oc finds out nayoung is actually dating hoseok now (also on the baseball team)

and then oc starts thinking.... does jk like me?

more needs to happen to create build-up but i had no ideas to write so moving onto the ENDING!

it all comes to climax at the December christmas party where oc and jk r each others secret santa and then during the party they end up going to the back balcony and talking and jk just kisses oc which makes him!!!! and he starts apologising but oc takes it wrong (like jk was ashamed to kiss her) and runs outta the party

jk follows cause he feels so bad and he cant be around tae cause hes :/ that he kissed hes besties gf

taehyung is gay and dating jimin btw!!! just secretly so...

and then under the soft amber glow streetlights and lightly falling snow oc confesses her feelings cause she cant take it anymore and jks is like O_O

"u're not with taehyung??"

"n-no? wtf why would i-"

and jk just kisses her and doesnt stop and in the middle of those kisses he tells her hes been in love with her too... for like forever

and then they go home and nsfw stuff happens

END

very messy and confusing i know

also nobody gets the ahegao tattoo everyone fails within the first two weeks

but! jk does get a lily tattoo because that reminds him of oc (she doesnt know this until like 7 months later)

#anon #ttinty

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bridgyrose · 3 years

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Darkened rose au: ruby kills one of her team

Ruby silently watched her old friends and teammates run around Mantle, taking care of the grimm. Ever since Salem had shown up, Mantle had become a warzone between the grimm and anyone who was foolish enough to stand in their way. And her job was to find Ozma and put him to rest once and for all. Although, one little snag did seem to show up.

Ruby’s eyes immediately darted to her sister, who seemed to be keeping close to the boy that seemed to be Ozma’s host. She tightened her grip on her scythe, waiting for the right moment to strike.

“Oscar! Behind you!”

Ruby watched as the boy slammed a cane into an oncoming grimm after Yang yelled to him, frowning as she watched Yang, Nora, and Ren keep close to him. Anger started to well up inside of her. These so called friends of her couldnt help keep her safe, but had no issues with keeping a complete stranger safe. A stranger that they welcomed in as their own. She had been keeping an eye on them ever since they had arrived into Atlas, and not once did they ever leave the boy’s side. This assignment was starting to become harder than anticipated.

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Yang panted a bit after the last of the grimm was cleared from the streets of this section of Mantle. She quickly pulled out her scroll and smiled. “Alright Fiona, section five is all clear. We’ll have the citizens moved to the crater shortly.”

“Thanks guys,” Fiona replied. “Then you four can move onto section eight. Your other teammates should be finishing with section twelve soon and will meet you there.”

Yang closed her scroll and put it away, looking towards her teammates. “Let’s make sure to round everyone up. We cant afford to have any stragglers.”

Nora nodded and started running to the nearest home. “Shouldnt be too hard now.”

Oscar sat down for a moment, catching his breath and stretching his arms as he looked towards Yang. “You know you dont have to push yourself, right?”

“I… I know. But I cant afford to lose anyone else after losing Ruby.” Yang pulled out a small locket, glancing at the picture inside of her team. It hadnt felt that long ago that all four of them were still at Beacon, Ruby annoying Weiss and Blake trying to keep the two from killing each other. “It’s the same reason I want you to stick with at least one of us. Since you have Ozpin inside of you, we cant risk anyone going after you to hurt you.”

Oscar nodded and stood up, following Yang as she continued down the street. “Yeah, but… I can hold my own now. You, Jaune, Nora, Ren, Weiss, Blake… all of you have taught me so much. The least I can do is help you all out-”

“I’m not going to let you risk yourself.” Yang stopped in the middle of the street, putting her locket away. “I made a promise to Qrow when we all agreed to let you join us: that I wont let you be taken like Ruby was. If Salem knows that Ozpin isnt dead, she’ll send someone after you and we’ll have to keep you safe.”

“Right…”

Yang started moving again, keeping an eye out for any grimm that may have been missed. She stopped once again when she thought she saw something move in the shadows, putting a hand out to Oscar. “Stay here. There’s something out there.”

“Like what?”

“Not sure.” Yang slowly started moving to an alleyway, reading her gauntlets again. With the sun starting to set, grimm were sure to start popping up. She slowly made her way into the darkness, looking around. “Anyone there?”

Yang’s question was met with the sound of metal scraping against brick and footsteps crunching in a bit of snow. A small breeze came through the alley, bringing with it a few small rose petals. She caught them and looked at them closely. “Rose petals?”

A figure launched itself out of the alleyway, slamming into Yang. A scythe blade met gauntlets, pushing Yang back as the figure managed to catch it’s footing on the ground.

Yang glared at the figure, unable to see who it was under the black hood. “Who are you and what do you want?” Her questions were met with the scythe blade swinging at her, fire starting to engulf the blade. She quickly dodged out of the way, readying herself for a fight. “Alright, if its a fight you want…”

The figure rushed at her, almost swinging the scythe wildly. Each strike was met from a block from Yang. A smirk ran across the figure’s face as she pulled back. “Hand the boy over, and I’ll let you live.”

“I wont let you hurt him.” Yang ran forward to throw another few punches at her assailant. Each punch met the cold steel of the scythe shaft, pushing the figure back. She froze as the figure’s hood finally dropped, familiar black and red hair and silver eyes staring back at her. R-Ruby…”

Ruby staggered a bit as she regained her footing, her eyes emotionless as she stared back at her sister. “Hand the boy over.”

Yang kept her arms up, not quite sure what to think. “I… I thought… Jaune and Nora and Ren said you were taken away. We thought… we thought you were killed.”

“Do I look dead to you?” Ruby circled around her sister, dragging the blade of her scythe along the ground. “Although, I should’ve been dead. Then Cinder opened my eyes to everything. You have no idea what you’re up against.”

“I know about Salem. I know who Cinder works for. You… you cant think this is the right thing to do-”

“And all you did was abandon me!” Ruby raised her scythe again. “No one went after me! Cinder made sure that I knew exactly how the world works. And Salem… No one can defeat Salem.” The dust tattoo on the back of her neck started to glow red, a painful heat spreading across her body. Ruby winced a bit and sighed. “And it seems I’m taking too long for my task. So I’m giving you one last chance: give me the boy.”

“I’m not going to fight you, Ruby.” Yang lowered her arms for a moment as she looked at her lost sister. “But I’m not going to give him up either.”

Ruby rolled her eyes and in the blink of an eye, rushed forward with her semblance and stopped right behind Yang, plunging the blade of her scythe in her sister’s back. “Then you dont have to.”

Yang gasped as she felt the blade pull out from her, turning around to face Ruby before falling forward. She looked up, watching Ruby walk to Oscar and taking him away with her semblance. She reached out to the rose petals that flowed in the breeze, her vision going black as she heard Nora’s voice calling out to her.

#rwby #ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #yang xiao long #oscar pine #the darkened rose #darkened rose au #drabbles #angst #angsty drabbles #tw character death #character death

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anythingandeverything1d · 4 years

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The First Time

A few weeks ago:

Harry’s body was pressed against yours, his lips tugging hard on yours. His hands went up your skirt and your back was pushed against the wet brick wall of your apartment building. Your heart was skipping beats, Harry’s pounding through his chest and into your hands that were gripping his shirt. “Fuck (y/n)...” he whispered into your lips, his tongue anxiously exploring your mouth.You could feel his length hardening in his jeans and pressing into your lower body. His hand reached your panties. They moved the thin Lacey fabric out of the way enough for his fingers to reach the sensitive skin that lies beneath. He started to move deeper in, when you gasped, using the fistful of his shirt and pushing him back.

“I’m sorry....” you looked away embarrassed. You had been dating Harry for almost 6 months. Each week you pushed yourself further and further but you just weren't ready to give yourself up to him. It wasn’t that you didn’t love him, because you were head over heels in love with him. It was the fact that you were 21 years old...and still a virgin. You hadn’t really planned on waiting until marriage or anything like that, but you also had planned on waiting...making sure the first time was special, and with someone who you loved and loved you equally in return. Making a quickie with him outside of the bar definitely wasn’t what you had imagined. Plus you didn’t want Harry to hate the fact that you were inexperienced...you didn’t want to feel embarrassed when it finally happened.

“Don’t be sorry.” Harry kissed you softly and smiled, wiping his hand on his shirt and the touching your cheeks softly. “I told you, we can wait as long as you want. I don’t want to rush you into something you don’t want.” You smiled and nodded. “I love you. We don’t have to do anything until you are ready. I’m sorry I pushed too far today.”

“It’s not your fault really...but I love you too H.”

Present day:

Harry walked into the room with a cooked grin and his hands behind his back holding something. He walked over to where you were sitting and continued smiling without saying anything. “Well hello to you too.” you laughed. “What are you holding?” you tried looking around but he shifted with a slight laugh.

“I have your birthday gift.” He smiled triumphantly, pulling a perfectly wrapped box out from behind his back.

“My birthday gift?” You shook your head confused. “My birthday isn’t for weeks.”

“An early birthday gift.” Harry smiled bigger. “Just trust me. You will need this for your birthday.” You raised an eyebrow but said nothing, grabbing the box and pulling the perfectly tied ribbon. “Okay wait.” You looked up confused again. “Before you say anything about the gift I really want you to just accept it.”

“Why does it sound like you are about to give me either the scariest or greatest but too extravagant gift ever?”

“Just open it.”

You opened the box and looked down confused. You pulled out a sun hat, a beige and floppy sun hat. You smiled and put it on your head. “Why wouldn’t I accept this?” You laughed and pulled him in for a quick kiss. “I love it! Thanks Haz..”

“Look inside.”

“What?”

“Look inside.” he prompted.

“What do you mean?” You looked into the empty box confused and Harry laughed, flipping the hat and setting it in your lap.

“Look inside the hat.”

You looked down and pulled out a piece of paper confused. You opened the folded paper and read out loud a carefully planned itinerary. “What is this?”

“That is our vacation schedule.”

“Vacation schedule?”

Harry smiled and pulled out two plane tickets from his back pocket. “We are going to Maldives for your birthday.”

Your mouth dropped and you shook your head. “Harry this is too-”

“No stop. I told you. Just accept the gift. I think we will have an amazing time and its a way to get some extra time in together before tour. Plus, it’s going to be so much fun.”

“Harry.”

“(y/n).”

You smiled, bit your lip and jumped into his arms with a squeal. “THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!” You planted kisses along his jaw and then onto his lips. “Seriously Harry I really can’t even explain, like this is probably the best gift I’ve ever gotten. I mean the MALDIVES?!”

Harry just laughed and kissed you hard. “I’m really excited. There’s a lot we have planned.”

You kissed him back, straddling his lap with a grin. “You really are the best.” Your lips moved to his, his hands moved to your waist and the butterflies in your stomach took flight. Your pulse quickened, body tensed and you suddenly had the urge to never take your lips off him again. Harry must’ve felt the change in mood as well, he lifted your body and carried you to the bedroom where you fell to the bed, him over you. His lips never left yours, your teeth bit down on his bottom lip and pulled, earning a gasp from him. You pulled his shirt off, your hands covering the tattoos on his chest and pulling his body to yours on the bed. Harry’s hands went up your shirts, lingering on your bra. He pulled his lips off of yours, breathing hard, and asked, “Is this okay?”

Your response was a nod, and pulling his lips back to yours, your tongue flooding his mouth. His hands unstrapped your bra and then feverishly moved to your boobs, cupping them in his hands and then rubbing the nipples between his fingers. Your body felt like fire was running through your blood. You moaned and he tugged off your shirt, throwing both it and your bra to the floor. Harry kissed you slowly at first, his lips lightly touching the skin on your chin and neck. He sucked harder, leaving a small purple bruise on your collar and smirking as he ran a finger across it. His lips went to your chest, kisses placed along each boob carefully. He fastened the pace quickly though. His lips moved to encompass each boob, teeth tugging at the nipple, sending shivers down your spine, heat pulsing between your legs. You tugged at his pants, dropping them to the floor, freezing only when Harry would tug at a nipple. His lips moved back to yours, his length hard as he pressed against your body. Harry’s hands went to your shorts. He tugged them down, his lips following your waistline and then his teeth tugging at the fabric that was already dripping wet.

“Harry.” you gasped, your back arching as his tongue flicked between your lips, lapping up what was already dripping down. He continues, his tongue slipping farther inside and your back arching with anticipation. After lapping up what was left, Harry returned to your lips, allowing you to taste yourself in the kiss. Harry pulled his boxers off, his length falling out of them. You had seen Harry before, but now that you were here in this position you realized just how big he was. People had always told you, size never mattered, but you realized in that moment, they hadn’t been with someone like Harry. You pulled him to your body, your thighs quivering in anticipation, your lips glued to his. His tip touched you, and you froze.

Harry must’ve felt something change. He stopped and pulled away. “Are you sure about this? We can always just-”

“No. I want this.” you pulled him in for another kiss. “I want you.”

“You’re sure though? This is okay?”

“Harry.” you laughed kissing him harder. “I’m sure. This is okay.”

Harry didn’t even answer. He kissed you back with a surprising amount of energy. His lips bit down on yours, leaving them extra puffy and sensitive. His length hardened, sticking up, and earning a gasp from Harry. “One last time. Are you really sure about this?”

“Harry just fuck me already.” you pulled his body to yours, your hands gripping his back.

Harry laughed, kissing you softly and giving you a smirk, “Gladly.” His hands guided his length to the entrance and then he pushed in. You groaned at the discomfort and Harry grunted, trying to push farther in.

“Sorry, just tryin-” he grunted repositioning, and pushing his hips into yours. “I don’t know why I can’t- ugh” he was getting frustrated and you could tell. He pulled out and pushed back in harder, but still not fitting in.

You bit your lip, trying to hold back the tears. Along with the discomfort and pain you were feeling, you were also embarrassed. Harry was experienced and you weren't. The fact he couldn’t even fit inside you clearly showed just how inexperienced you were, something you had been afraid of the whole time.

Harry pulled out, stroking his length trying to regain the stamina he previously had. He pushed fingers in you, curving them so the hit you g spot immediately. You groaned, wiping the tears that were already falling down your cheek. You could feel something wet dripping down between your legs but Harry went to try again. He spread your legs farther apart, watching where he placed himself. With a giant thrust he pushed in, fitting a little bit better but not getting fully in. He gripped your waist, his fingers bruising as he moves to grip your thighs. You were holding back a cry as he pushed harder in. You turned your head to the sigh and bit your lip again.”I’ll just try again..” Harry mumbled, grunting as he tried to fit more inside of your body. You looked over at him, his lip between his teeth, his eyebrows furrowed together, and a frown forming on his face. He looked up, catching your eye and froze. “(y/n) what’s wrong?” he quickly pulled out, moving away from your body and standing at the edge of his bed as you sat up, tears flowing down your cheeks. “Are you hurt? Did I do something?” His hands cupped your cheeks as you tried to look away.

“No...” you cried, wiping your cheeks frustrated at yourself for crying.

“Babe....tell me what’s wrong.” you could hear the worry in his voice and looked at him, making eye contact.

“I’m sorry...”

“What are you sorry for?” Harry tugged his shorts on and sat down, pulling you to his lap in a tight hug.

“I ruined this.” you hiccuped, tears continuing down your cheeks.

“Ruined it? (y/n)...”

“I’m not good at this. Clearly. I mean you can’t get inside me, which means we can’t even...We cant even have sex properly...and it’s my fault...you didn’t even have a good time!”

Harry frowned, stroking your hair and trying to calm you. “Shhh....(y/n)....babe....stop crying please.” Harry bit his lip, a tear falling down his cheek. He didn’t mean to make you upset. He didn’t mean to ruin your first time. Hell, he was so focused on trying to get in and make her feel good, he didn't realize that she was feeling discomfort and pain. He looked at the bed, blood staining the sheets where the two of you had been laying. “(y/n)...hey...love...you didn't ruin it. I did. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I was more focused on something arbitrary like getting all the way in. I should’ve realized I was pushing your body too far. I can’t believe I didn’t let myself just enjoy us meshing together.”

“But....but....if I were experienced you could’ve fit in....we could’ve...”

“Shh....don’t be ridiculous. I don’t just want to fuck someone with experience. I want to have sex with someone I love and care for...I want to enjoy just feeling us. I’m sorry I wasn’t focused on that love. I’m sorry I let my feelings cloud my judgement. We can take this as slow as we need to, as slow as your body needs to. Okay? I’m so sorry love...please stop crying.”

“I stained the sheets....I ruined your sheets...”

“They are just sheets...we can wash them.” he assured. He pressed a kiss to your nose and smiled, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

“You’re never going to want to try again...”

Harry laughed. “(y/n)...I’ll try whenever and wherever you want. Whenever you are ready. Hell, we can practice. Practice makes perfect right?”

You smiled, laughing slightly and nodding. “Maybe we can practice on vacation?”

“Oh for sure. I would absolutely love to practice then.” Harry kissed you softly and touched his nose to yours. “You just tell me when you are ready okay?”

“Okay.” you smiled and leaned up kissing him. “What if I’m ready now?”

Harry laughed standing up and shaking his head. “As much as I’d love that, why don’t we settle for a bubble bath instead? We can try tomorrow yeah?”

You nodded, allowing him to lift you in his arms and carry you to the bathroom where he filled a tub with warm water. “Harry?”

“Yeah love?”

“Was I the worst sex you’ve ever had?”

“What?”

“Was I the worst...out of all the other girls you've slept with...”

Harry laughed and tugged your back to his chest, allowing the warm water to sink around you. “No. My first time was the worst. That’s why I know your experience will only get better.”

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A request I had so enjoy!

xoxo

#one direction #directioners #one direction fanfiction #one direction imagines #Harry Styles #harrystyles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines

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yhellowchildren · 4 years

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Art never dies

(Hajime Hinata x Ultimate! Fem!Artist Reader)

Credit goes to @clanwarrior-tumbly as this was inspired by her hc’s, so you should go check her work out. Also please know this doesn’t follow the actual storyline, so different people died in the past trials. Reader is the third victim btw, and I gave reader a last name, however in this fic reader is adopted because I don’t wanna give an assumption of her country or religion.

The second trial had finished a few days ago, and most people were either sad, drained, or bored. You had recently lost Teruteru and Mahiru, and it had really hit all of you bad.

You the Ultimate artist however, were looking on the bright side of things.

You walked into the diner where you saw most of the survivors in, greeting them good morning with a smile on your face. And then headed to sit down.

“You! How can you be so happy when Mahiru just died!” Hiyoko yelled at you, with tears in her eyes. You looked up from your sketch-pad at her “To be honest here I’m not actually happy at all.” You spoke calmly, which caused everyone’s attention to be turned to you. “But, seeing what happened to Mahiru should at least place some fear in all of us as to what happens if you were to kill someone.” You continued.

“She’s right, if any of us are to kill anyone, the chances we get caught are high, it’s not a risk worth taking.” Peko spoke up. “If we want to survive or make it out of here, we can’t kill each other.”

You stood up, “Well, I have to leave now, have a nice day guys!” and left the diner.

You met up with your best friend, and crush, Hajime Hinata.

You guys usually meet up by the ancient ruins and hang out for a while, and today was no different.

You guys hung out that day, before heading to your cottage, Hajime said he was gonna head over to the diner to see if anyone knew anything, and like that, you parted ways.

However you didn’t know what Hajime had planned once you got there, or what a certain person on the island had in store for you.

Time: 5:12pm.

Location: Your Cottage.

You headed over to your cottage, but your one who is very much aware of their surroundings, and you saw a card at your door. Like any normal person would do, you picked it up.

“Dear (Name)

Hi, it’s Hajime, I wanted to let you know I really love you, from the bottom of my heart, and I’m hoping you feel the same way. I know I’m not the top choice for a partner, and hell I cant even remember my talent, but I hope you accept this.

-Hajime Hinata”

Your face started to heat up, and you were amazed by the drawing he made for you, even if it was nowhere as good as what you could do. But because of that, you didn’t notice your killer sneak up on you.

And with that, your fate was sealed. The killer used their weapon, hitting you right on the head, which caused you to fall, as fear and shock were within you. “I.. I love you too Hajime..” Those were your last words as you died.

Time skip: The next day 12:47pm.

Location: Farm/ Petting zoo?

Hajime has been waiting for you for roughly over 45 minutes now, and finally decided to go look for you, his initial instinct was to go to your cottage, but he decided to check the diner first.

Time: 12:52 pm.

Location: Diner.

However once he reached there, he heard the body discovery announcement “A body has been discovered, please head over to (Name) Chitsuru’s cottage!” Monokuma spoke out.

Your cottage? Why your cottage? Hajime started running over there at a speed the could rival sonic the hedgehog’s one.

Time: 12:55pm...

Location: (Name) Chitsuru’s Cottage.

Hajime ran there within three minutes, and stopped.

It was you, you were dead, Sonia looked at your body crying, Chiaki was trying to comfort Sonia, and Kazuichi seemed to be frozen in shock.

Hajime dropped to his knees and started crying, a concerning amount of sadness coming over him. How the hell did this happen? The rest of the survivors came and saw your body, Hajime crying, and Kazuichi frozen.

Nidai rested his hand on Hajime’s back, trying to comfort him, but it didn’t seem to be working.

INVESTIGATION TIME!

VICTIM: (NAME) CHITSURU, THE ULTIMATE ARTIST.

TIME OF DEATH: BETWEEN 5:10-5:30PM YESTERDAY.

CAUSE OF DEATH: MULTIPLE SKULL FRACTURES, EXTERNAL BLEEDING.

PLACE OF DEATH: (Name) CHITSURU’S COTTAGE.

Hajime read the e-handbook, as much as he didn’t want to investigate, he knew he had to, if not for himself, then for you at least. He went around, investigating the inside of your cottage and the outside. He was checking everywhere, no stone unturned, they were gonna find out who killed you. No matter what.

TRIAL TIME!

The trial was a lot harder than expected, due to Hajime’s slacking off, and the unsettling fact that you had been dead for almost 24 hours and nobody found you.

Chiaki snapped Hajime back to reality. “Hajime, what’s your alibi?” “What’s my alibi?” Hajime thought. You were killed between 5:10-5:30pm yesterday, and-

“Since Hajime seems to conversed in his thoughts, he was with me during that period.” Nagito spoke up.

Time skip: 2 hours and 27 minutes later...

It had been revealed that the person who killed you was Akane. She was blubbering excuses and lies as to how she didn’t do it, but everyone knew it was her.

“Hajime, would you like to sum up what happened this case?” Chiaki asked. “Here’s what happened.”

ACT 1.

“This all started after what (Name) has said in the diner, and Hiyoko lashed out at her. (Name) expected everyone to be smart and be in their right senses not to kill each other, but one person saw an opportunity there. And with that, they began to plan.”

ACT 2.

“The culprit needed a few things in order to actually carry out this plan, one of them being a tote bag. The culprit met up with Mikan at the Hospital, and threatened her to give them one of her tote bags. The culprit now had everything they needed. A pipe, a knife, some ropes, and the tote bag.

Act 3.

“The culprit now had started to hide around (Name’s) cottage, pretending to be asleep, when in reality, that was for them to try and forge an alibi for themselves, because some people passed by her Cottage. The culprit waited until (Name) came back and found the note to get her distracted, and with that, they striked.”

ACT 4.

“(Name) has been distracted, and then the culprit hit the back of her head with the pipe, causing her to bleed and get all those skull fractures. They then carried (Name) into her room, tied her hands and legs to the ropes, and used a knife to make multiple cuts on (Name)’s body. This was to make it look like (Name) has been tortured, to divert suspicion from them, due to the time the crime was commited. They grabbed a brick (Name) had sculpted and added some of (Name)’s blood on it, to make it seem like the brick caused her death, not the pipe. They didn’t have enough time to clear up, so they ran away, and placed the pipe somewhere they thought nobody would find it. I searched the entire island however, and came across it. Which had already messed up the culprit’s plan.”

ACT 5.

“After all that, the culprit headed over to their cottage, to change clothes, and tried going back to fake sleeping around (Name)’s Cottage in order to have the alibi in tact, but that had been spoiled when Gundham had passed (Name)’s Cottage. Two parts of the culprit’s plan had been spoiled by now. Leaving their alibi fake. That meant the culprit had to wait until Gundham left.”

ACT 6.

“This is where the tote bag was used, in case the plan to frame Hiyoko didn’t work, then the culprit planned on framing Mikan, by using that. They placed the brick into the bag, and threw it somewhere around (Name)’s Cottage. The culprit went back into (Name)’s room to find her spare key, and locked her door from the outside, throwing (Name’s) key away somewhere, and then left. “

“The person who did this to the Ultimate Artist (Name) Chitsuru, was none other than you Akane!”

Akane, held a look of shock and fear when Hajime exposed her for her crime.

“So you’ve decided? Then it’s voting time!” Monokuma said, as Akane still tried to make excuses as to why she didn’t do it, though Hajime wasn’t listening to her.

The voting panel showed up, and as expected everyone voted Akane, and it showed she was indeed guilty.

They watched as Akane was executed in a despair filled way, as she took her final breaths screaming and crying.

After Trial.

After the trial, Hajime only headed over to your cottage. He wondered if you loved him too.

“Y’know she loved you too right?” Hajime would recognise that voice anywhere, it was Chiaki’s.

Hajime fell to his knees, his hands clenched into fists. “Even though, maybe if I was faster, or maybe if I had-“ She cut him off. “I know how you feel, you think maybe if you were better you could have helped her-“ “-But she wouldn’t want you to be sad like this.”

Hajime was silent. Tears started falling down his cheeks. “I just wish, I just wish I could hear her say it...”

“She has already told you.” Chiaki said. “Look around her room, you were the one who inspired her to make all this. Her art, it’s her way of telling you she loves you back, so will you accept her confession, or will you reject her?”

A small smile crept onto his lips, tears still falling down. He stood up and walked over to one of your art-works, it was a painting of a sunset, placing his thumb on it. “I’ll accept her confession.”

If you look close enough, you could see an artist hugging the still crying boy, Hajime Hinata.

It took me like almost three days to compete this, and I’m kind of proud of it, but I was still kinda scared to post it. Criticism is accepted here. So leave some feedback 😁

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thetravelerwrites · 4 years

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Monster Match #21: Astomi

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For @moonlightreetops: Appearance: Mortal Woman, Pfp is me(straight brown hair, almond hazel eyes), short, scared, with sevral tattoos. Personality: INFJ, Cancer, loud, protective, generous, and I have a snort laugh; definitely a hugger. Therapist friend and proud. I believe I was born cursed to always be polite and kind to everyone. I'm not naive to the trouble I can get into this way but I still cant help myself. Oh! And I cry with every movie and sad commercial. It's annoying.

Hobbies: Hosting D&D, Collecting macabre things, Responsible Social Distancing. Likes: Roadtrips, Pretending I'm more fond of the outdoors than I actually am, Forest Paintings, My Nerd Family, Opposoms. Dislikes: Heights, Bugs, Cooking, Cockroaches (listed separately from bugs because I will panic cry)

Ideal Partner: Someone whose more grounded than I am but at the same time is understanding of my struggles and won't berate me for them. And preferably a monster who wont leer in my windows. (Still have fears of that from my childhood monsters) NSFW & SFW welcomed. My orientation is Pan. So you are free to throw whatever you like at me.

You’ve been matched with an Astomi!

Originating in Greek and Roman mythology, Astomies, also known as the Gangines, are an ancient legendary race of people who had no need to eat or drink anything at all. They survived by smelling apples and flowers. Megasthenes, a historian and Asian Indian ethnographer, located them at the mouth of the river Ganges. They are described as being hairy and having no mouth. When traveling, they would carry roots, flowers and apples to smell. They could die by smelling a strong, unpleasant smell.

There was a forest reserve near your home that you frequented to draw and paint. There was a section of it that was strangely green all year round, and you weren’t sure why. None of the trees were evergreens, so the hidden grove should have lost leaves and turned grey like all the greenery around it in the winter, but it never did. You never went into it, and you never saw anyone near it. It was just an oddity no one knew anything about. Lots of people said it was haunted.

The more logical minded people claimed there was a hot spring somewhere in the grove that kept the trees green, but that it was toxic to people, which is why no one ever went there. Though, that didn’t make sense to you. If it was toxic, why were there flowers and birds? The wildlife seemed unaffected by whatever odd supposed toxin existed in the grove.

It had struck your interest more than once, but you never went in. You loved ghost stories, but you weren’t necessarily keen on being in one. And the threat of a toxin was enough to keep you from venturing in.

Though, one day, as you were wandering close, you heard a mournful whimpering, as if someone were in pain. Your worry about ghosts and toxins flew out of your mind as you ran into the grove, looking for whatever was making the sound.

“Hello?” You called. “Is someone there? Are you okay?”

“Please!” They called. “Can you help me?”

“Yes,” You said, pushing past the thick foliage. “Just hold on, I’m coming. Keep talking to me so I can find you! What’s your name? How old are you?”

“Geras!” They said, coughing. “I’m ninety-eight seasons!”

“Seasons?” What was ninety-eight divided by four? “So you’re twenty-four?”

“I suppose,” They said. “But we don’t measure time that way.”

“We?”

“The people of the grove,” They said. “My family and I.”

“Wait,” You said, untangling yourself from a tree. “People live in here? I thought there was a toxin in the air that killed people.”

“What?” They actually laughed, which turned into a hacking cough. “No, of course not.”

“What about the ghosts, then? Are they real?” You asked with a laugh, but you were met with silence. “Geras? Geras! Keep talking.”

“Hurry, please,” Geras said, their voice hoarse. “Please.”

“Almost there,” You said. You finally managed to fight your way through heavy branches and dense underbrush and into what looked like an apple orchard. There were all sorts of apple trees there, and in between a copse of heritage apples was a person laid between the rows, unmoving.

“Geras?” You called. You couldn’t see much of them beyond the long brown hair all over. You could only tell that they were tall and gangly.

Next to them was a bag that stank to high heaven. At first you thought it could be poisons, but you looked inside and found a litany of gross hunting sprays: skunk essence, liquid ass, insect repellents, deer musk, and the like. The odor was so strong that it made you gag.

“Is this the problem?” You asked, breathing through your shirt. They nodded weakly. You weren’t surprised. It made you feel woozy, too. “I’ll get rid of it and come back to check on you, okay?”

“Yes, please,” They gasped.

You fought your way back out of the grove into the dead winter forest, back to the hiking trail to find a trash receptacle. It took nearly thirty minutes to find one, and another twenty to return to the grove. By the time you got back, Geras was not there. Worried, you followed the row up to a house.

The house was… old. Very old. So old that you couldn’t even determine what style or era it was from. It was tall and square, made of rough brick and thatched roof. There seemed to be no windows, but the entire front wall was open and had a rolled up flap that closed that side from the elements.

From the open side, you could see people moving around, hurried, almost frenzied, and you called out to them.

“Hey!” You said. “I’m looking for Geras! He… or she.. or they passed out from some garbage that got thrown in here. Are they okay?”

They all stopped and turned to stare at you from the shadow, and it was then you realized that there was no lights or electricity. There wasn’t even a power pole or lines anywhere nearby.

“Are you the one who helped Geras?” One of them asked. They had a feminine sounding voice.

“Yes,” You said. “Are they okay?”

“She’s not well,” The speaker said. “I am her mother, Foteini.” The woman came down and out of the shadows, and you took a step backward.

She was covered from head to toe in fur, except for her face, which was hairless, but possessed no mouth. Her eyes and nose were very large, however, and her silvering hair was long behind her.

“What are you?” You asked, your voice a little shaky.

“The people of the grove,” She said, her voice not coming from any sort of mouth, but rather from all around her. It wasn’t like telepathy; you could actually hear a voice in your ears, but it seemed to emanate from all over her. “Do not be frightened. We are gentle people.”

There were three other people there in that stepped out of the darkened interior, a black haired creature like Foteini and two much smaller ones the same color as the mother, likely children. They clung to the legs of the taller, black furred creature, seemingly frightened of you.

“Will Geras be okay?” You asked haltingly.

“I don’t know,” The mother said. “She inhaled much of the fumes from those poisons.”

“Is there something I can do to help?” You asked.

“You’ve already done her a great service,” Foteini said. “We would not have been able to help her, if we had found her, and if she had laid there longer, she’d likely have died.”

“Why?” You asked. “That stuff stank, sure, but it wasn’t technically poisonous. Not inhaling it, anyway.”

“We live on the aromas of nature,” Foteini explained. “Flowers, trees, fruit. Those sustain us. Pungent, unpleasant smells, like that poison you disposed of, are toxic and potentially fatal to us.”

“Oh,” You said, daunted. “Is there something that could help speed her recovery?”

Foteini thought. “Roses. They are among the most fragrant things that exist in nature, but we haven’t been able to grow them here in many years. Could you find some?”

“Yeah. Yeah! I… I’ll be back!” You said, and dashed back out of the grove before they could stop you.

You got out of the forest, dropped off your painting stuff at home, and went to a plant nursery.

“Do you have any rose plants?” You asked the clerk.

“Well, yes,” The clerk said. “But it’s too late in the year to plant them. If you want to grow from seeds, though, you can plant those now. I can sell you some seeds and give you a guide.”

That’s too long, you thought to yourself. Geras needed the roses now. “You know, I’ll take it, but I’m in a hurry.”

“Uh… alright.”

The clerk packed up the seeds of several types of roses and a guide for each, and as soon as you had them, you sprinted to a flower shop. You purchased a large bouquet of the finest, freshest, most aromatic red roses, and while it took a chunk out of your bank account, you didn’t want to run the risk of buying some that were less than perfect in fear that they wouldn’t work.

It was nearing sundown when you returned to the grove, and Foteini seemed surprised to see you.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d return,” She said. “Humans tend to stay away from this place.”

“I brought the roses,” You said, gasping for breath. “And some seeds to plant.”

“This is… most generous of you,” Foteini said. “Please, come inside. Night is approaching and you don’t want to be in the forest after dark. There are far less benign creatures out there than us.”

You shivered and followed her inside.

Geras was lying on a pallet in a far room, her breathing labored and raspy. Foteini began to lay out the flowers around Geras’s head, arranging the flowers around Geras’s head in a circle.

“Breathe deep,” Foteini said soothingly, rubbing Geras’s chest like a mother would for a sick child.

Geras made an effort to take a deep breath, but it sounded pained. However, after two or three tries, her breathing eased and eventually, after about an hour of tense waiting, she was able to breath without struggle. Foteini relaxed, and so did you.

“You should sleep here tonight,” Foteini said. “And eat as many apples as you want. We owe you a great debt.”

“I’m just glad I could help,” You said.

You fell asleep almost immediately after eating, having been exhausted by all the running. When you awoke, there was a new bushel of apples sitting next to you, and next to that was Geras, watching you sleep.

“Oh,” You said, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m much better now,” She said, smiling with her large green eyes. “Thank you for everything.”

“Of course,” You said with a self-conscious laugh. “You gave me a scare.”

“I’m sorry,” She said. “I know humans aren’t used to us.”

“No, I mean almost dying like that,” You corrected her. “I mean, I was a little startled, I’ll admit, but you guys seem nice.”

“You’re nice, too,” She said, continuing to smile.

“Thanks,” You said, starting to blush under the weight of her stare. “I, uh… I should get back, I have to go to work later today.”

“Of course,” Geras said, standing in a fluid movement and holding out a hand to help you to your feet. “Though… I hope… you’ll come back to visit?” She held out one of the roses for you to take.

You smiled at her, your hands still clasped. “I would like that very much.”

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yourfaveisyanderematic · 5 years

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* yan! Kira but instead of killing women for their hands he kills women that look like s/o (s/o left him lol)

It should be noted that you, the reader, don’t make an actual appearance in this story, but hopefully, this still satisfies your request, Anon! Tried to do something a little different this time.

Warning: Kira is a creep. Non-explicit sexual content.

i. you are someone who did not die when you should have.

For Yoshikage Kira, hate had become something comfortable, routine, and every morning when he woke up he found it settling into his lungs as naturally as the air he breathed. Air that somehow, with almost unnatural persistence, still carried notes of your perfume, despite the fact that he’d scrubbed his bedsheets with every detergent he could think of before ultimately throwing them out and buying a new set entirely.

You had a habit of doing that. You were gone, a ghost, a memory he found himself reaching for when he wasn’t thinking about it (especially now, in these horrible moments between sleep and wakefulness, when all he could think about was the warmth of your skin against his), and yet wherever he looked he could see your hands resting upon the pillars of order he built his life around, threatening to smash it all to pieces with one delicate, almost casual push. You were gone, but the empty air of your absence had a weight to it all the same, and as Yoshikage Kira forced himself to sit up he could feel it crush him a little more.

He didn’t look at his bedside clock as his feet hit the floor. Even without an alarm, he had always woken up with more than enough time to do as he pleased and take the morning at his own pace. It was something he noted with a satisfaction bordering on vicious as he dressed himself, accepting how hate rubbed against his skin like a second shirt. You had taken his sleep from him, and his peace, but his routine was still his. It was the only victory he had in a war only he was fighting, and if he allowed himself to dwell on it a heartbeat longer than he had to, Kira would have found it breathtakingly pathetic.

Was it hate that pricked at his hands as he cracked a second egg into the pan, or was it just hot oil? Was that hate that warmed his skin as he sat down to eat at a table that now felt too large for a single person, or was the sun oddly bright for this time of day?

Kira forced himself to take a deep breath, chewing a bite of food he couldn’t taste. Hate ebbed and flowed when he glared at the space you obstinately refused to occupy, racing down the lines of his arteries and veins in a rush that threatened to make him light headed…

The scrape of his chair against the kitchen tile barely registered as he all but fled for the bathroom. He had time, he had time…it wouldn’t do to leave the house in this state. You would take his peace and you’d take his sleep, but you wouldn’t take his routine and you certainly wouldn’t take his composure.

This was the litany of lies he told himself as he shed his clothes and stepped into the lukewarm blast of his shower, as if any amount of water could wash away the hate clinging to his skin. Masturbating was a clinical, joyless affair, one he approached like an act of revenge as he forced himself to think of any and every woman he’d encountered recently who didn’t look a thing like you, imagined them doing the things you’d always refused to, a doll-like, docile, obedient glaze of adoration in their eyes as they breathlessly whispered and cried out his name in that way you never did. Gratification wasn’t the goal here; if it were, the disgust that deadened his insides would have turned this into yet another defeat.

He wasn’t even hard. His careful, practiced strokes were of absolutely no interest to his cock; he might as well have actually been scrubbing himself clean, for all the time he’d spent here. Kira realized he was biting his lip, hard enough to draw blood, a streak of red running down his chin only to be obliterated in the flow of clear water.

You wouldn’t take this from him. You wouldn’t. His hand clenched, hard enough to actually hurt, as if checking to make sure he actually could still feel something, and then he started again in earnest. He kept trying, and he kept failing, long after the water had gone cold, and he realized with a belated sense of horror that he had lost all track of time.

For the first time in his uncompromisingly mediocre career, Yoshikage Kira was late for work.

ii. they were victims of love, every one of them.

It takes a person and fixes them to the center of the universe. It renders them more compelling than gravity, more terrible than death. It makes them the foundation of dreams, the cornerstone of waking thoughts, the roof overhead that shuts out the stars. It makes their absence unbearable, but their presence overwhelming. Your pace quickens at the thought of chasing after them, your hands tremble in anticipation of what you will do when you reach them, when you feel their skin against your fingers.

What are we talking about? Taste its name on your tongue. Did you call it hate, or love?

She whimpers, a strangled animal bleat of weakness as he slams her head into rugged brick and dirty asphalt—not hard enough to leave a smear of drying maroon, not yet. If she offers resistance, it’s unnoticeable, she just whispers something in a desperate rush he doesn’t bother parsing. He considers the tone of her voice, turns it over in his head. It will have to be good enough.

He assigns her a name. The You of tonight isn’t anything like you, not really; not in smell, not in touch…

Kira leans in, unusually forward with someone he’s just met, and licks, dragging a long stripe along her jaw with his tongue, blind to her shudder at the contact. He tastes sweat, and foundation, maybe a distant hint of the sample fragrances from the perfume department at Kame-Yu.

She doesn’t taste like you, either.

There’s a fear here, though, a muted terror in her eyes as he pinches her flesh between thumb and forefinger and forces her to look at him. Her eyes are the wrong color, the wrong shape, but they have the very same look You used to give him, back when you were still his and knew you’d been bad, and you were finally alone to receive the punishment you so thoroughly deserved.

This You is an inferior substitute. A pale shadow of what the real thing would look like, would feel like, but Kira can’t help but feel a stir of excitement as his hands (so large, compared to her, fitting around her neck like she was made for this, and in that way the two of you were identical) rest against the hollow of her throat. He doesn’t press, not yet. He wants to savor this moment, has to fight against every atom in his body screaming at him to get to the good part, but his patience is wearing thin, and going by the uncomprehending horror on her face his composure has already failed utterly.

You had a habit of doing this. This is so like you, he decides, and in a very deliberate move he presses his hips against You instead of leaning away, letting her feel every inch of what You did to him, thin fabric all that separates her from its full obscenity. He brings his face to hers, close enough that they’re almost kissing, and despite Your frantic jerking she’s powerless to get away.

“You’ve made me late for work today,” Kira breathes, watching wisps of hair float away from her face with the action, “I’ve never been late before. You…humiliated me, in front of everyone I work with…as if your misbehavior at home wasn’t enough…”

You’re saying something again, breathless pleading he’s heard a thousand times—you always did this, you always tried to get out of what happened when you acted out of line—Kira I don’t know what you’re talking about, Kira I was just talking to him, were you following me I saw you on the train please don’t hurt me who are you talking about I’ve never seen you before I don’t even know who you are—

“Whatever will I do with you? I’m starting to think you enjoy being treated like this.” Deliberately, gently, almost for emphasis, he crosses his thumbs over her windpipe and presses, feeling his cock twitch in excitement as the start of her scream becomes a strangled squeak.

This You fights back, and maybe the two of you are more alike than he first thought, because she claws at his wrists and feebly reaches for his face and chest and neck in the same way you once did, and it’s just as futile as when you tried. He squeezes harder, and the tattered remains of his restraint evaporate entirely as she thrashes, canting her hips against him, and he ruts back, letting You have everything you asked for.

You had a habit of doing this. He doesn’t bother counting the seconds the way he used to—this was a punishment, after all, and if you didn’t learn you’d just do it again—and the faster his heart beats the harder he squeezes, until he’s certain he’s felt his fingernails break skin, tearing You apart the same way you continue to tear at him.

For several seconds, once You finally grow still and he’s all that’s holding her up, Kira thinks that she’s more resilient than the others, because he’s still feeling a pulse. Slowly, belatedly, he realizes that what he actually felt was just his own pulse; his grip is that tight.

Catharsis graces him, caresses his chest and makes breathing just a bit easier, but he knows it won’t last. As if a switch had been flipped, all his interest in You is completely gone; he simply lets go, letting her fall at his feet in a heap, already beneath notice or care. His attention now turns to the front of his trousers, as Killer Queen steps out of him in an easy breath and already gets to work, erasing all evidence of the prelude to your punishment, of this inferior You.

Kira clicks his tongue, an indulgent tsk as he sees what you’ve done to him, once again. You really can’t find it in you to behave yourself, can you? How is he supposed to go walking around, with this mess you’ve made him make of his clothes?

Hate settles around his shoulders, comfortable, routine, as he steps away and takes off his coat, holding it in front of him to hide the damage. If this is what he feels like now, he can’t wait until he’s caught up to you, until he finally has the real thing.

#yandere x reader #yandere kira #yandere jjba #by me #I tried something different than my usual style I THINK please let me know if it's any good oh jeez #Appropriate song to listen to: Choke by IDKHBTFM #alright crisis averted got the readmore working again

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silverandarsenic-hcs · 4 years

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Ghost BC x Murder

im a simple girl. i have mental illness. i fantasize about being brutally murdered. is this problematic? 1000% yes. am i going to get canceled for this? 1000% yes. Have I been posting on borrowed time since that little caesars post? again, 1000% yes. Here’s this anyways.

TW: murder, blood, gore, manipulation (Papa II, Papa III), stalking (copia), domestic abuse (Papa III), substance and drug abuse (Papa II), Suicide (Papa II and Dew), Sex crimes - all consensual (Dew) these are about how they would murder you so im sure you can imagine the types of bad things it will entail.

Papa I: For him, it’s a fit of emotion that drives him to kill. One thing piles on top of the next, frustration turns to anger, anger turns to rage. He doesn’t mean to hurt people, but when he gets so worked up, theres nothing that can stop him. All he can see is red until he’s snapped back into reality and sees the red staining his hands and his favorite robe. With you, all you had to do was walk into his office after a few bads days in a row, more bad news in tow, and that’s all it took. He loses his temper on you before your brain can even register that you should run. Before you can even scream. He’s not particularly a weapon guy, he’s more likely to choke you to death or anything he can do with his hands. If he feels so inclined, he’ll grab the nearest solid object to crush you with. He feels remorse, in the end, but still covers it up and hushes the room when they speak about your disappearance. Decently classic case of homicide - its usually someone you know, crime of passion, unplanned.

Papa II: This one hurt me very deeply to write. His case was classic, when he was a kid. Everyone says that when an adult loses it, you could tell from the time they were a kid that they had cracks - too abnormal, or too perfect. Papa had odd behavior but Nihil never had him tested or even looked at for anything because his ego got in the way, and nothing could possibly be wrong with his son. And nothing was really wrong with him. Something just wasn’t right. He felt things strongly: love, hate, depression, elation, anxieties. Sometimes it was too strong for him to cope. Sometimes he would turn to things that would help him deal with the emotional rollercoaster he couldn’t get off of. Other people just got on with him. He started smoking weed in his twenties. That wasn’t enough. He started drinking heavily at 25. By thirty that wasn’t enough either. Stronger, more potent vices were what he needed. Cocaine. Heroin. Anything to make him feel okay - anything to make him feel. And you, you were the light of his life. The only good thing he’d ever known. You were the only person he had met who could keep up with him, but keep him safe at the same time. But eventually you got swept up in the parties and drugs and drinking too. Lost more control as the months and years passed. And one night he thought you were pussing out. Not being fun. That you were being boring and killing his mood. He pushed you until you did more lines, and kept pushing you and pushing you until your nose began to bleed. But he was so gone he didn’t realize. He pushed you and you accepted it because it was the first time you had ever truly been afraid of him. When you overdosed and died on the couch in the living room of your shared apartment, Papa had already passed out in the bedroom. It was three days before he sobered up enough to wake, and when he found you, he called the police and said there’d been a murder. But he knew what happened. He knew what he did. Cocaine has a funny way of making things stick like that. He hung up the phone, and before the police could arrive, took his own life the same way he took yours.

Papa III: In the beginning, he has a silly little crush. He steals glances your way. He brushes up against you and makes you blush. As you two talk more, he falls deeper. You two become a couple, an item. You tell each other you love them. Years could pass. You move in together. You don’t notice any cracks in him, but he sees them in the relationship. He saw you talking to the new guy at work today. What’s that, you had lunch with him? That’s interesting. He sees the way you look at the barista when he says your name, and hands you your coffee. You say he makes it the best. He sees the way your friends look at him. He goes through your phone once, when you’re sleeping, and doesn’t find anything. he kicks himself for months about invading your privacy and promises himself that he’s going to stop digging. But he can’t tear himself away. When youre in the other room, he’ll go through your purse. The next time he sees you smile at another man in passing, when you get home he confronts you. you say he’s being crazy. he says your crazy for cheating on him. he just loves you. cant you see? he loves you. when he finally chains you to the radiator in the bedroom so you won’t leave him, you’re shocked at how a man you once loved could be this way. When he finally kills you he’s begging you, with his hands around your throat, to understand that he’s not a bad person. He's not a bad person. He's not a bad person. He’s not a bad person.

Cardinal Copia: He stalks, but never gets close. Not like III. He’s aware of the mistakes of his predecessors. He’s smarter than that. More calculating. He would learn you schedule - morning routine, where you work, what you eat, when you get home, night routine, how long you sleep for. When you touch yourself. When you see your friends. At first it was from interest, but he begins to hate you. The way you walk, the way you talk, who you love, who you hate. And he wants you dead for it - but he wont be hasty, no, he’s still smarter than that. he has to remain calm and collected to pull this off. Hate you as much as he wants, he still knows you’re smart. Not as smart as him, but smart. Its thursday night, and you’re home alone getting ready to go out to the new bar in town with your friends. he climbs into the kitchen through a window he knows you leave unlocked for when you yourself forget your keys and need to break in. In the end, he slits your wrists with a knife he pulled from the wooden block on the counter. Good thing he followed you to work and school, he knows your handwriting wonderfully. He watches you bleed out on the floor while he writes your suicide note. You have never met him in your life. Good thing he always wears those gloves to keep everything clean of fingerprints, because the cops never suspect any foul play, and no one has a clue.

Swiss: He doesnt get close to his victims - he doesn’t have time. When you’ve gone through this many people, you start to forget their names, if you even knew them from the start. He takes jobs as an assassin when he needs the money - and it does pay well - but whenever he needs to blow off steam he’ll really go at it. Get creative. He’s a weapons guy, gun by choice but he’ll really use anything, and he knows each in his collection very very well. But in his eyes he isn’t doing anything wrong, he’s killing people that deserve to die, for good reasons (Edward Cullen who??). Racists, fascist, misogynists, homophobes. He was on the news once for throwing a brick at a nazi. You’re the anomaly on his list of victims though. You were an accident of sorts. He got sloppy with one of his jobs, got noticed, and the vic took a hostage - cue you walking into the back room at work at the wrong time - the only way he can get his shot in without risking his own life or alerting others is to shoot right through you. And now that he’s been noticed, he can’t give up the job and run. He memorizes the details of your face before he pulls the trigger, and kills you and the man with his arms around your torso in one shot. He feels the worst out of everyone. Attends your funeral, but stands very far back. Something about your face, the look in your eyes when you died. He thinks about you often, for a long time. When the exact dip of your nose and contours of your cheekbone begin to fade, he pulls a picture of you he cut from the newspaper from a shoebox under his bed. If he regrets any of the bad things he’s done in his life, it was hurting you.

Aether: He’s the one you don’t expect and he knows it. He’s the cult leader of the group - but that doesn’t make sense. He’s not even a leader in any capacity. He’s no Papa, not even a Cardinal. He doesn’t even lead the ghouls, really. But people trust him, and respect him, and that’s enough. The most pull he has in the church is being what you would compare to an advisor for the cardinal. helps him make decisions here and there. They get more drastic as things go on, and the church slowly burns itself down, but Copia is the only one people blame, including Copia, because Aether makes him believe every choice he made was his own idea. Eventually, when the cardinal has become useless, Aether will have him removed. By whatever means he has to take, but ideally not murder, it’s too early to have blood on anyone else's hands in his name, and far too early to have blood on his own hands. Aether promises to rebuild the name of the church, and fix everything the cardinal destroyed, and make things better.. Make people happy, and health again. And every single person drinks the kool-aid. Soon, rather than worshipping any Dark Lord or Old God, people are worshipping Aether. People believe in him with their hearts and souls. People believe he’s the savior. You are the anomaly. You were close with Aether before all of this started, before he was even the cardinal’s advisory. You just think the power has gone to his head, and blame the cardinal with the rest of him. But when you start digging, you realize it’s been his plan all along to have complete and total power To start his own cult. To be worshipped like a god in a place that was built for it. Your death is a stepping stone on the path for Aether to achieve ultimate power, but of all the stones cast, yours was the only one that meant anything. He didn't want to have to kill you. He didn't want you to defect, and put everything he'd worked so hard for at risk. He couldn’t have that. But the road to his ultimate power ends with his own death too - you can’t really be appreciated for everything good you've done for the world until you die, and he knows that. But until then, he will think of you often.

Dewdrop: Kills you for sexy reasons. Not because you wont sleep with him, or he wants to actually hurt you, but because you both got too swept up in the moment. There’s a movie called Sexual Predator and he’s pretty much the guy in that. One minute he’s got his belt wrapped around your throat, tugging on it hard while he’s hitting it from behind. He’s too caught up in the moment to realize you’ve gone limp on the bed. He doesn’t realize anything is wrong until he finishes. And it’s bad. Oh it’s bad. Unlike every other crime he’s committed, he calls the police, and he’s honest about what happened. He’s disgusted with himself. He’ll never have sex again. He’ll never wear a belt again. He’ll never touch another person’s throat again. He’s sentenced twelve months incarcerated along with probation and some hefty fines. Everyone knows what he did, how he did it. You were friends with all his friends - You weren’t together, but you were friends. And they all know he killed you. If any of the above are likely to have their own suicidal thoughts after the murder, Dew is the most likely to do it. He can’t stand the way everyone treats him after he did it. He can't stand living knowing what he did to you and what hes capable of. He can’t go on like this.

Cirrus & Cumulus: When they kill it’s for each other. In a LOT of other HCs i mention that II’s solution to things is to simply “kill them” if they’re bothering you, but the girls actually just do it. If someone touches Cirrus in a club, Cumulus will absolutely pull a gun out of her back pocket and blow their brains out right there. Good thing for the masks. They’ll spend the next few months or years on the road, saying under the radar until it’s safe to go home again. The ghoulettes have a lot in common with Swiss - they kill for what they believe to be a good reason. The difference is that Cirrus and Cumulus aren’t opposed to the more gorey ways of doing it. Torture, manipulation, blackmail, you name it they’ve probably done it. They know a lot of dirty things about a lot of big people, and at their whim they could have all their hearts desire. Trouble is, knowing everyone’s secrets is just a little bit more fun than that. They’ll kill to protect their friends and family, anyone who has ever unintentionally hurt an animal, and anyone that’s standing in their way. They’ll even collaborate with Swiss on a job if it’s gonna take some more elbow grease, and he needs people he can trust to get the job done without leaving behind a crumb trail of evidence.

- Kat

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unlockthelore · 4 years

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Let’s Just Talk

Part 2 of the Guns and Roses series on Ao3, for more updates, follow the guns and roses tag on this blog.

Inspired by this artwork by @polmcarts.

Yuusuke had to admit that dates with Kurama were an entirely different sort of experience. Ever since his first death, Yuusuke wished he could say that he had a new lease on life but that wouldn’t be accurate. He still got into fights now and again with the added difficulty of trying to avoid lest he disappointed the ones closest to him.

It didn’t help that he became a Spirit Detective and was more or less responsible for more than just himself. The only reprieve he got was with his family and friends, and through their eyes, he noticed the things that he took for granted or didn’t pay attention to in his first go round.

Kurama had a habit of closely noting and detailing what was around him. From exits and entrances to the contents of a room, the faces of the people and names. He could even pick out little habits, ticks and “tells” as he put it, and it was damn well impressive.

But that wasn’t what floored Yuusuke the most. No, it was how he could be lost in the moment and excitement of whatever he was throwing himself into but Kurama committed every bit of it to memory. Even pieces of it that might’ve slipped Yuusuke’s mind.

It was sweet. Not a word one might associate with someone who used to be a thief and who knew what else, but it was the only one Yuusuke could come up with. Kurama always had a way of trying to surprise him, taking him to places in the town that Yuusuke grew up in his whole life but never even knew existed.

And while Yuusuke’s focus was on the sights and the sounds, he’d glance over to find Kurama staring at him with that smile that made Yuusuke feel warm from the inside out. Green eyes crinkled at the corners, reflecting his own embarrassed face when he was caught acting like a kid.

There was no use in trying to slip into the nonchalant delinquent facade he wore. Utterly failing at the faint touch of Kurama’s lips against his cheek. His face warming and the ability to breathe lost on him, rendered silent and red in the face as he wordlessly went through the motions before deciding to fold his arms and lean into Kurama’s side, listening to the quiet rumbling of his laughter amidst the sounds of the city.

Those were the things that Yuusuke remembered the most from their dates. Kurama’s laughter, the knowing look in his eyes, his smile, the way his fingers danced along the sliver of skin from where Yuusuke’s hoodie would rise up. Blunt nails dragging against old scars, still sensitive despite their healing, and slender fingers grasping to hold him closer. He might not remember where they ate, what stupid thing he said, or why Kurama still laughed about it months later but he sure as hell would remember how it made him feel.

On one such date, when they were headed to Yuusuke’s place beneath the evening sun, crossing the intersection to the street a few blocks from his apartment building a thought crossed his mind. It was one that flitted now and again but he never paid it much mind for it to stick. Stealing a glance at Kurama at his side, the orange sunrays catching on his hair almost making him glow — he wondered how the hell this man could be human. And it hit him like a brick for the umpteenth time.

Kurama wasn’t human at all.

And he wasn’t even around his age at least spiritually. Was that even the right word? Shaking off the semantics of it all, Yuusuke felt he was encroaching on something important but also foolishly forgotten. With all of his habits and interests, even down to the way he acted at times, Kurama was an average perfectly imperfect teenage boy. But it’d only been a few months since the Dark Tournament where Yuusuke was painfully reminded that he was anything but.

He never thought to ask but was it painful for him? Trying to reintegrate into human life, pretend that everything was nice and normal? That they could go back to solving mysteries, palling around with their friends — as if they all hadn’t stood on death’s door and somehow not been invited on the other side?

Hiei’s presence was largely felt shortly after the Dark Tournament’s conclusion and he rarely if ever left Kurama’s side. Yuusuke couldn’t find it in himself to tease him when he saw him with an apron, cooking breakfast without a word or a backward glance.

The shadows beneath his eyes dispelled the moment Kurama shuffled into the room, giving a sleepy smile to Yuusuke, and the Spirit Detective tried not to cringe at the dark circles beneath Kurama’s eyes.

Hiei setting down a plate for him and giving him a pointed look before glancing at Yuusuke and offering him one wordlessly. Sitting on the counter like a stony guardian as the two of them sat at the table, talking and going on, and Yuusuke’s gaze would flit to Hiei but the fire demon was watching Kurama and that gave him the answer that he needed.

“Are you alright, Yuusuke?” Kurama asked, and Yuusuke returned to the present and looked around. They were standing at a crosswalk and the light that was green had turned red. He must have been lost in his thoughts for awhile there because Kurama’s brows were furrowed and his eyes downturned at the corners, concern darkening the green.

He wanted to say yes but he also wanted to kick himself mentally. Why was it hitting him now that Kurama was over a thousand years old and that he probably was trying his hardest with something that he probably never… did… before.

Fuck.

“Uh….” Yuusuke drawled out unintelligibly, wincing as Kurama arched a brow and tilted his head. “Y’know… you don’t gotta impress me, right?”

“What do you mean?” Kurama asked as he gently ran his thumb along Yuusuke’s knuckles, eyeing him like he was a puzzle to solve.

“I mean you don’t have to impress me, or… or.. trying to be something you’re not…?” Seeing Kurama’s eyebrows raise and the flash of emotions, Yuusuke quickly backtracked. “Like… you and Hiei. You guys never dated, did you?”

The streets were fairly empty at this time and any demons listening in likely already knew about the pair. It wasn’t as if they kept it a secret and even Yuusuke was entertained by how quickly a lot of Kurama’s less than honest admirers were warded off by the show of affection — loud as it was.

Kurama hummed softly, his other hand lifted and shook in a so-so gesture. “We did, though not in the way you expect…” He rolled his wrist, gesticulating lazily with a slight shrug. “And would likely view it.”

“Right. Cause you’re both…” Yuusuke returned his own gesture with his other hand, and the corner of Kurama’s lips twitched amusedly. “But I’m not. I’m human, spiritually aware or whatever the fuck but human. So, y’know… you don’t gotta hide from me. I like you, human, demon, pain in the ass.. all of it.”

Yuusuke was very grateful that the light was still red. Not that he was going to try and be a coward about this but neither of them could just brush it off by walking on like nothing happened. Everything was going up n the air, in the space around them, and it was out there. A little startling and scary, if he was being honest but what wasn’t?

Kurama smiled a bit at his words, and his eyes were bright, the faintest bloom of pink across his cheeks. “I enjoy making you happy and trying to impress you,” he admitted with a bit of reluctance, a shy edge to his words that caught Yuusuke off guard. Kurama was never shy. “The human concept of dating is… foreign to me.”

Well, that was a surprise. He always had the idea that Kurama just knew stuff and he was that good. Canting his head to one side, Yuusuke set his jaw feeling a bead of curiosity. “Foreign like… uncomfortable…” He tipped his head to the other side. “Or never did it before and it’s like trying to do something new?”

“The latter,” Kurama replied, squeezing Yuusuke’s hand with his own. “The relationship that I had before Hiei was…”

His voice trailed off and Yuusuke wanted to encourage him to go on but he remembered what Hiei told him before. Let Kurama talk in his own time. And he was far from the guy who’d be pushy with someone who was being honest with him. Though the pained look that flashed across Kurama’s face, and the reflection of the light catching in his eyes made Yuusuke’s heart ache. For a moment, it looked as if his eyes were glazed over with water — tears — but with a blink they were gone.

“Different,” Kurama managed to say, his voice quieter. “Dating has never been something I have done.”

Yuusuke nodded slowly, shoving the questions that he had about the look on Kurama’s face and the pain in his eyes for another time. Preferably years in the future when they were a lot more comfortable. Although, be it far from him to say that he didn’t enjoy these dates with Kurama nonetheless. Hell, he liked them as much as he did the ones he had with Keiko.

And to be fair, he and Keiko were in the same spot. They’d been friends since they were kids and becoming boyfriend and girlfriend was… weird. Not in the sense that he felt obligated to do more but it didn’t feel any different than when they were friends. Aside from being able to kiss her and hold her as much as he wanted, which was a perk if he was being honest.

Looking Kurama over, Yuusuke squeezed his hand, rubbing his thumb in slow circles at the back of Kurama’s hand. “…Well, you can always ask.”

Kurama looked at him and Yuusuke hated that he had a bit of a height on him because no one should look that charming when they seemed that sad. With an apologetic smile, Kurama bowed his head to him a bit, a gesture that Yuusuke saw once when he was in his other form. “I just worry about doing the wrong thing,” Kurama said softly, as if imparting a secret to him.

Yuusuke’s heart fluttered and he laughed sheepishly. All this time, he’d been worried out of his wits that he’d do something to drive Kurama away. It never occurred to him that it was on both sides. “Well, that makes two of us…” Yuusuke scratched his cheek, embarrassment creeping up the back of his neck and warming his skin. “You’re a lot older than me technically and that’s kinda…”

Unable to think of how to put it into words, he made a terrible imitation of an explosion. The smile Kurama’d been fighting back showing in full force with a sliver of teeth that made Yuusuke wanted to smile in return.

“I mean, I wanna impress you but..” He shrugged, pocketing his free hand. “Going all out to do more than what I usually would isn’t me… so I’m just worried you’ll get tired of me someday.”

With the words set free, they burned on his lips and seared the air. His eyes widening slightly as Kurama’s arm wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him closer. The warmth at his side and solid length of his body making it easier for him to lean in, his right eye closing as Kurama interlaced his fingers and leant closer to press a kiss to his cheek.

“I won’t,” he muttered, the promise pressed into his skin with another lingering kiss before he topped it off with one to the top of Yuusuke’s head. “It seems like our worries are similar.”

Yuusuke chuckled, looping his arm around Kurama’s back, his hand settling at his hip and pressing to keep him close. “Guess we got something else in common.”

Kurama smiled and nuzzled his cheek before glancing up at the traffic light, starting off with leading them across the crosswalk. “I’ll try to relax a bit more,” he said. “Take a page from your book and… go with the flow.”

Yuusuke almost wanted to quip that he would love to see that happen but Kurama was being serious so he’d do the same. Squeezing his hip, he leant against him and smiled. “And I’ll ask you for a kiss more often.”

Kurama’s laughter was hard enough that his body trembled and his kiss soft against Yuusuke’s temple, the smile pressed against his skin. “That sounds like a fair arrangement.”

#yu yu hakusho #yyh #kurameshi #yusuke urameshi #kurama #guns and roses

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kagehinataboke · 5 years

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Im so fucking guilty of staying up late just to binge on your works because your writing is so great ! I just cant help but need to request a tdbk college au where katsuki is a punk with a loud bike and Shouto is just this perfect good boy who got roped into bad boy Katsuki’s lifestyle, basically a good boy/bad boy dynamics, pretty please ?? 🥺🥺 (gonna use emojis to be more convincing)

awww omg thank you, you sweet angel ❤️😭 ily uwu

and yassss ✨❤️ here’s pre-med student Todoroki ft. bad boy Bakugou 👏🏻

accidentally made this super long ooops

***

Todoroki thought he knew what tired was, but his pre-med course has completely reinvented the word. Exhausted, debilitated, and lifeless are better words to describe the kind of fatigue he feels. It’s class to class to class, with endless homework in between. Sleep? It’s basically a foreign concept at this point.

Heck, Todoroki is barely awake now, which isn’t such a good thing when one is walking down the street alone at night. He keeps almost drifting into lamp posts and street signs. The last lecture was just so long…

“Fuck.”

For a second, Todoroki thinks the expletive is directed at him. Then he lifts his head. There’s a bloodied figure hunched over in the nearest alley, both hands pressed against a large wound in his lower abdomen. He’s swearing at the sky, which is probably the only place he can look without passing out. Todoroki, despite not being the one in peril, feels a jolt of adrenaline spike through him. He knows he shouldn’t be approaching someone who has what is clearly a stab wound, but his medical training is already kicking in.

“Move your hands.”

The stranger squints at him with crimson eyes. “…What? Who the fuck are—“

Todoroki forcibly pushes his arms back. “You’re pressing on the wrong spot. You’ll bleed out.” He puts his own hands on the wound, altering pressure until the blood stops gushing between his fingers. When he has a solid position, he meets the stranger’s gaze. “What’s your name?”

“Bakugou Katsuki…” He closes his eyes to take a shuddering breath. “Shit. Don’t call the fucking cops, okay?”

“Well, that leaves me with very limited options…” Todoroki struggles to think of an alternative. His apartment is close, but he can’t take his hands off the stab wound. “Bakugou, If I tell you where to hold your hands, can you keep even pressure while I carry you to my place?”

“I don’t have much choice, do I?” Bakugou weakly rolls his head to look at his stomach. “Just tell me what to do before I fucking bleed out.”

As much as Todoroki doesn’t want this obvious delinquent in his house, he can’t exactly let someone die in an alley, either. “Put your hands here. Yeah. Keep pressure. Good.” As soon as his hands are free, Todoroki moves to slip an arm around Bakugou’s shoulders. He flinches and delivers an intimidating glare, but Todoroki can’t be swayed when he’s in Doctor Mode. “Don’t move your hands.”

“Fine… Don’t fucking touch me anywhere weird, asshole.”

“That isn’t how you should be talking to someone who’s saving your life,” Todoroki mutters, pushing himself to a standing position. Bakugou isn’t as heavy as he expected. “Try not to pass out before we get there.”

“Fuck you.”

***

After Todoroki treats him and sends him on his way, he never expects to see Bakugou Katsuki again. Fate, however, has different expectations. While he’s walking home from his morning class, Todoroki hears the rev of a motorcycle through his headphones. When it stops suspiciously close by, he turns to find a familiar blond delinquent smirking at him.

“Bakugou?” Todoroki takes out one earbud. “What are you doing here?”

“I was in town when I spotted you walking.” Bakugou leans his arms on the motorcycle, grin widening. “Want a ride?”

“On that?” Todoroki raises an eyebrow at the rumbling Harley. “No thanks. You’re nine times more likely to become injured while riding a motorcycle than while driving a car, you know. It’s not safe.”

“Oh yeah?” Bakugou lifts his own brow in retaliation. “But it still looks fucking cool, at least.”

Todoroki sighs and starts walking again, but Bakugou doesn’t give up easily. He follows at a snail’s pace, calling out childishly every few steps. “C’mon, pretty boy, live a little!”

The phrase ‘live a little’ gets to him. As a med student, Todoroki feels like he definitely lives on the safer side. He lost many friends in high school because he was “too boring.” Hearing Bakugou say it presses on an old bruise. He shouldn’t get so worked up over it, but…

Even though he knows he’s being an idiot, Todoroki stalks over to Bakugou’s motorcycle and slides on. The seat is humming gently, and Bakugou’s back is warm. His smile is still, however, incredibly annoying. “That’s more like it.” He passes Todoroki a spare helmet. “Where to, angel?”

“Fourth and Main.” Todoroki pauses. “Don’t call me that.”

“Hey, I call it like I see it.” Bakugou flips down the visor on his helmet, revving the engine obnoxiously. “Hold on tight.”

They take off, and Todoroki quickly lurches forward to grab Bakugou’s waist. He’s never felt this kind of adrenaline before, not even in the alley when they first met. The wind whips against his face and tugs at his clothes, and the street whizzes by underneath his feet in a blur of gray asphalt. Todoroki doesn’t even realize they’re not heading in the right direction until they stop.

“This isn’t Fourth and Main.” Todoroki’s hands shift away as Bakugou puts the Harley in park. “Where are we?”

“Just gotta grab something real quick. Don’t look so scared.” Bakugou pulls off his helmet, his hair somehow pristine underneath. He brushes it out of his face before shooting Todoroki a grin. “Coming?”

He isn’t about to sit out here alone, so he nods hesitantly. “I guess.”

“You’ll have to let go of me, then.”

“Oh. Right. Sorry.”

They dismount, Bakugou taking the lead. He uses a key to get into the decrepit brick building they’ve parked in front of—probably his apartment complex, if Todoroki were to wager a guess. It’s covered in graffiti outside, but the interior is normal enough. Todoroki trails Bakugou down the hall to a door on the far end, pausing while he fiddles with the lock. “This damn thing always jams. Fuck. There.”

Todoroki isn’t sure what he’s expecting, but it isn’t this. Bakugou’s apartment is flawless. In fact, it’s cleaner than Todoroki’s dorm. The floors are dark hardwood, the walls are painted a nice shade of orange, and in the windowsill, there’s a neat line of potted succulents. It looks more like a high-rise magazine ad than a lived-in space.

“Fuck, where did I put it?” Bakugou digs noisily through a stack of papers on the coffee table, disrupting the peace. He certainly contrasts sharply to his apartment with his spiked hair, scowl, and ear piercings. And his attitude, of course. “Ah, fuck. Here it is.” He pulls something out of the pile with finality, sliding dislodged papers under the table with his foot.

It’s a textbook. Todoroki recognizes it from a class his sister took. “Advanced Biochemistry? You take that course?”

“Don’t look so surprised, asshole.” Bakugou ushers him out the door, locking it behind them. “Just because I swear and look intimidating doesn’t mean I’m a fucking moron.”

“I never thought you were.” Todoroki waits to be passed a motorcycle helmet before saying anything else. “How’s your stomach doing?”

“Huh? It’s fine. I’ve been hurt way worse than this. More importantly…” Bakugou smirks in a worrying and heart-stopping way. “What time does your class get out? I’ll pick you up.”

Todoroki shouldn’t tell him. He’s been thinking he shouldn’t do a lot of things recently. Unfortunately, he never takes his own advice. “Ten thirty. Don’t be late.”

***

Seeing him becomes a habit. Every time Todoroki gets out of class, Bakugou is there, leaning against his motorcycle with a smirk and a wave. When exactly they started spending so much time together is a mystery, but Todoroki can no longer remember the time when he walked home alone. When he was alone, period.

He asks Bakugou about it while he’s sitting on his spotless white sofa, eating take-out soba. “When did we become friends?”

“Huh?” Bakugou looks up from his chemistry textbook with a scoff. “Why the fuck are you asking that? I dunno.”

“Well, it was after you started harassing me all the time,” Todoroki continues with a frown. “Following me around on your motorcycle, calling me to patch you up after a fight—”

“That was one fucking time!” Bakugou interrupts, throwing a packet of soy sauce at Todoroki’s head. “Are you trying to piss me off, bastard? I swear I’ll make you walk home.”

“I’m only kidding. I like being friends with you.” Todoroki finishes his noodles and smacks the back of Bakugou’s head on his way to the kitchen. “I’d patch you up again if you asked me. It’s good practice for med school.”

“Asshole.” Bakugou rubs his head irritably. “Fuck, did you know that you give off mixed signals? God damn.”

Todoroki doesn’t answer. ‘Mixed signals’? Ha. If anything, Bakugou is the one who gives them off. He follows Todoroki everywhere, and he’s constantly flirting with him, but that’s as far as it goes. He still swears an ungodly amount, is the exact opposite of considerate, and has the crudest sense of humor in the world. It’s impossible to believe that he fell in love with a person like that.

Yes, unfortunately: he did fall in love. With Bakugou Katsuki, of all people. It’s a rather unfortunate turn of events, mainly because Todoroki finds himself worrying about Bakugou more than he worries about himself. He’s more conscious of him, too: he can’t help it. Even now, he’s studying the blond out of the corner of his eye. He’s been holding his arm awkwardly all day.

“Did you get in another fight?” Todoroki finishes washing his noodle bowl and turns a scrutinizing gaze on Bakugou, who flinches.

“…What gives you that idea?”

“You just confirmed it.” Todoroki narrows his eyes, and Bakugou’s widen. He leaps to his feet like a startled cat, putting the couch between them as a protective barrier.

“You stay the fuck away from—“ Todoroki jumps at him before he can finish the sentence, vaulting the couch in a single movement. Bakugou screeches and barely dodges him, sprinting around the coffee table. “You fucking psycho! Don’t do this again!”

“Let me see your arm, then!” Todoroki picks up a magazine and nails him in the back with it. Bakugou stumbles, his socked feet slipping on the hardwood floor. Todoroki takes the opportunity to grab his shirt collar, yanking him onto the couch in a headlock. He pulls up Bakugou’s left sleeve, revealing a long bloodied bandage covering his arm. “I knew it… When did you get this?”

Bakugou, sulking over the lost struggle, lets out a heavy breath. “Last night, after I dropped you off.” He glares out the window. “There was a guy outside. He said some shit, and we got into it. I’m fine.”

“Let me see it.” Todoroki relaxes his grip and Bakugou slides onto the floor, but he doesn’t run away. He surrenders his arm to Todoroki, grumbling irritably the whole time he unwraps it. It’s bad, to say the least, but at least it doesn’t look infected. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

Todoroki already knows the answer: Bakugou thinks they belong to different worlds. He keeps Todoroki out of trouble, even if it means being a reckless idiot. It makes him so angry that he wants to scream. But he settles on leaving, instead. He lets Bakugou go and grabs his bag. “I have to go.”

“Wait. It’s late. I’ll drive you—“

Todoroki slams the door, cutting him off. So what if it’s late? He’d rather walk alone in the pitch black than risk saying things he’ll regret later.

He really needs to get a handle on these feelings, before they get out of hand.

***

He really should’ve let Bakugou drive him home. If he had, the idiot would’ve stayed out of trouble. When Todoroki gets a text with three words and a location ping before dawn, he already knows it’s bad news.

from: blond moron at 4:32 AM.

>> i need you

>> blond moron sent his location

Todoroki stumbles around pulling on clothes in the dark. His heart is hammering so loudly in his ears that he can’t even hear himself breathing. The location is an alleyway a few blocks away. That can’t be good. What the hell has Bakugou gotten himself into this time?

By the time he arrives, Todoroki has been through every worst-case scenario. But nothing could have prepared him for this. Bakugou, unconscious in a pool of blood. Three guys surrounding him, one of them with Bakugou’s cellphone in his hand. They’re gang members: he recognizes them from around town. Oh god. And as if things couldn’t get any worse, Todoroki was in such a hurry that he didn’t bring his phone or a weapon. Basically, he’s screwed.

“What’s going on here?” At least he can keep the tremor out of his voice.

One of the gang members scoffs. “Fuck. This is who this asshole saved as ‘angel’? I thought it’d be a chick.”

Todoroki shifts nervously, realizing what their intentions must be. Panic rises in his chest, but he shoves it down. Fight or flight is a natural response. He can ignore it if he tries. “You… You should get out of here before I call the police.” Hopefully, the bluff is believable.

The group of guys ignores him. “Even if he’s not a girl, he’s got a pretty face,” one says, giving Todoroki a creepy once-over. “Shame about that scar, but the rest of him could get me off.”

Todoroki is so offended that he almost scoffs. Why the hell didn’t he bring his phone? God, he’ll never yell at Bakugou for calling him stupid ever again… But what’s important right now is getting them both safely out of this situation. There won’t be people out on the street so late at night, so helpful bystander intervention is out. Todoroki is all alone on this one.

The gang members seem to have reached a consensus. They drop Bakugou’s phone and circle him, smirking and heckling. He figures he’s got two options: run or beat them up. Maybe fight or flight isn’t easy to ignore, after all.

“If you don’t put up a fight, this’ll all be much easier,” one of the men says, slowly inching closer, like a lion circling its prey.

Todoroki takes a page from Bakugou’s book. “Fuck you.”

Making them angry will make them clumsy.

Probably.

***

“Do you want to explain to me how you got these injuries?”

Todoroki shifts in his hospital bed, avoiding the officer’s gaze. “Not really?”

“What about the gentleman you came in with?” A pencil taps impatiently against a pad of paper. “Did you two get into some type of altercation?”

“No. I told you, he’s my friend.” Todoroki scratches the bandage on his head nervously. “The two of us were mugged by those three men. Unprovoked.”

“Uh-huh.” The pencil stops tapping, and the officer sighs. “Alright, then. I’ll go talk to those three and see what information I can get. If you’d like to change your statement at any time, I’ll be here.”

As soon as he’s gone, Todoroki sags against his pillows. He still can’t believe they actually escaped. He got lucky, that’s for sure. That wrench he found probably saved both of their lives. His, most definitely, even if it didn’t save all of him. He’s got a nasty gash on his head, dark bruises around his neck, and scratch-marks all over his chest and back.

Bakugou is pretty banged up, too, but not as badly. He’s only got a minor concussion and a nasty cut on his torso. Just when that stab wound was starting to scar over, too.

“Todoroki-san?” A nurse knocks and sticks her head in through the open door. “Are you up for a visitor?”

“A visitor?” Todoroki’s heart leaps. It must be him. “Sure.”

Bakugou appears in the gap the nurse vacates, holding onto an IV pole with one hand. He’s ditched his hospital gown for a loose cotton shirt and jeans, most definitely against medical orders. “…Hey.”

“Hey.” Todoroki waits for him to sit down before sitting up. “Are you allowed to be walking around?”

“Not really.” Bakugou looks at him, and Todoroki is shocked to see tears slip down his face. He’s never seen him cry. Never. “You’re a fucking idiot.” The swearing isn’t new, though.

“I know. I’m sorry.” Todoroki presses his fingertips together, then relaxes them again. “It’s not like the situation was avoidable,” he murmurs eventually. “They texted me pretending to be you. I couldn’t just ignore it. And if I hadn’t come—”

Bakugou slams a fist into the wall, startling Todoroki into silence. “If you hadn’t come, those motherfuckers wouldn’t have—” He takes a measured breath before continuing. “They told me what those bastards tried to do. I was so pissed, I wanted to punch myself. If I wasn’t an idiot who got into fights in the first place, you wouldn’t have had to go through that shit. It’s my fault.”

“I’m fine,” Todoroki tells him quietly. “They barely touched—” He trails off when Bakugou’s fingertips brush against the bruises at his throat. He expects to feel a jolt of suppressed trauma, but there’s nothing more than a lump building in his throat. “Bakugou, I’m really…”

“You’re not fine.” He runs a hand through his hair without meeting Todoroki’s eyes. “Fuck. I can’t…” He flinches when Todoroki takes his hand.

“I know you think I can’t handle myself. And don’t try to argue: I know it’s true, too. But I can. I took care of us both this time.” He squeezes Bakugou’s hand. “I’m strong, too. Even if I don’t look as intimidating as you do.” He tries to smile. “This didn’t scare me. Not in the least.”

For a while, they linger in silence. Then Bakugou sighs, pressing their joined hands to his forehead. “Yeah,” he relents, “I know you’re strong. It’s part of the reason I like you so damn much.”

If he didn’t know any better, Todoroki would think he‘s dreaming. But his head throbs too much for him to be asleep. “What did you say?”

“I like you.” Bakugou doesn’t let go of his hand. “But you knew that, right? I didn’t mean to take so long to tell you. I guess I didn’t want to make myself seem less cool in your eyes? Don’t laugh. I know it sounds fucking stupid now.”

“This is kind of… the worst timing for a confession,” Todoroki mutters, but he can feel himself smiling. “I have a concussion.”

“What? Why does that matter?”

“I just really don’t want to forget this.”

“Really?” Bakugou snorts. “Idiot… Don’t worry. I won’t let you forget it.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” Todoroki raises an eyebrow, and Bakugou’s smile stretches against his fingers.

“Definitely a promise.”

#wow this was actually so much fun #ugh #y'all gettin' me with these good prompts #wth #calla.txt #answered asks #todobaku

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blackrosesfanfic · 4 years

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Chapter 221

Rollie

Lane is fucking bad man. I'm cleaning up a whole gallon of milk because he decided that he knew how to make chocolate milk for him and Royalty, who is fucking 1 and unable to do any fucking thing. I cant deal with this boy. So here my ass is. And he sitting in the dining room with Royalty drinking his milk like he didn't do nothing. He did fucking manage to make their milk.

"Yo." I say answering my phone.

"Rollie?"

I throw the paper towel away. "Drew."

She sighs. "I miss hearing your voice. How are you?"

"I'm good."

"You don't care how I am?"

I roll my eyes. "Naw, not really. Got a lot of shit going on."

"Oh with your sister and her cheating husband?"

"Drew seriously."

She giggles. "Well anyway. If you don't want to talk to me I understand."

I nod taking the phone away from my ear. "Aight."

I hang up. You accept that shit and it always turns into some shit. I look around the kitchen. In the fake world Leah would be standing right there ready to ask a million questions and I would be acting like I'm caught.

"What the hell is this?" Chris snaps.

"Where the hell your kids at?" I retort.

He points outside. "They out there with Jordan."

"Jordan is your babysitter?" I shake my head. "My irresponsible 7 year old who hates babies?"

"I just went to fucking pee." Chris says looking at the milk. "That's milk?"

I throw the paper towel at him. "You finish this shit."

"It was only 3 minutes." Chris says looking out the back door. He opens it. "Jordan? What are you doing? Where are the kids?"

"So I'm not a kid?" Jordan asks.

Chris looks back at me then at her. "The babies. You are a kid. Where are the babies?"

"In the house."

"Alone?"

"There are adults in there." She snaps. "So can I get back in the pool now?"

"I got to clean this up." Chris says sounding defended. "Aye, when is Cammie and Trey coming? What time is it? I thought they were just picking Caden up."

I just stare at him as he rambles without waiting for any type of response. I don't even know shit he talking about. Can't answer his damn questions. Chris cleans it up then goes into the dining room where the kids were. Jordan hits the glass door then waves for me to come to her. No. I'm not watching you in the damn pool. She drops her shoulders. Shay is the name that her mother wanted but her father named her Jordan. But Jordan has stuck around just like Shay. I think more people call her Jordan. I wave at her. That pissed her off. My phone rings.

"Yo."

"Man, why the fuck you make me think I knew how to talk to my wife?" Trey spazzes.

I laugh. "You and Chris suck each other dicks too much. Just alike. What the hell you talking bout?"

"Tried to talk to Cammie and only thing came out of it was her thinking I don't want to be with her."

"But you don't Tremaine. Ain't that what you told me?"

"No." He says unsure. "Did I?"

I chuckle. Motherfucker so insecure. I don't know what my fucking sister does to him. Don't know where his ass is. I don't know when I became his spiritual advisor. I stare at Jordan as she presses her face to the glass.

"Aye, Chris! My fucking baby trying to be patient with your ass."

"Chris!" Lane yells running into the kitchen.

Chris comes into the kitchen from the other direction. "Bruh, find out when your sister coming to get her kid."

Lane was opening the back door. "Shay, open this door!"

"Lane you can do it yourself!" Jordan yells opening the door.

"Rollie?" Chris pleads.

I laugh. "Aye, Trey come save Chris from your son."

Trey blows. "I can't save my fucking self from his mother."

"You had a whole day of silence to rehearse. What the hell were you doing instead?"

"Sleeping." He snaps.

"The damage is real. Tell me the conversation."

He sighs. "I can't."

"Damn you forgot?"

"It's fucking embarrassing."

I shrug. "Well then Trey what can I do?"

"Man, I dont know. Let me call you back."

"Aight."

This nigga is a fucking mess. Lane runs into the house holding his dick. He pauses at the door right after he gets into the house then he start crying. I turn away from him and start laughing. Chris about to fucking shit bricks. I turn back towards Lane.

"What's wrong, nigga?"

"What's wrong, Lane?" Chris asks coming up behind him. "You went to the bathroom?"

I hold my laugh in. "On the floor."

All the emotion leaves Chris' face. He looks down at Lane who is still screaming. Chris leans against the door frame. Sweet Amber comes up asking what happened. She is too good to Chris. She picks Lane up.

"You just not having a good day, baby."

"You talking to Lane or Chris?" I ask.

She kisses Chris' neck then walks out of the kitchen with Lane. Chris just stands there then he goes back outside. I look out of the back door. Jordan was floating on a flower float with shades on and a towel over her body. That is what you were so ready to get in the water to do? Not even play. Just lay there.

Trey

I answer the phone unconsciously. "Hello."

"Hey, Tremaine."

I smile. "Hey, Mama Cammie."

She chuckles just a bit. "I'm waiting on my luggage. Cammie isn't answering her phone. Did she send a car to pick me up? I'm really not too familiar with things in LA. Will it be easy to get a cab?"

"You at the airport?" I ask sitting up in my seat. "Cammie home breastfeeding or something. Maybe pumping. Which airport are you at?"

"Tremaine, I have no clue."

I smile. She is so much of Cammie. I swear. Helpless but bossy. She doesn't have it as bad as Cammie though. Cammie is a bitch. She reads me the ticket information. I'm actually not far away from her.

"I'll be there to get you in a few minutes." I tell her.

"Oh no. Just tell me how to get a cab. Do I call?"

"No, ma'am. I will be there. It's fine. I'm close."

We hang up the phone. I left the house just to not be there with Cammie, my mama, and my aunt who are all giving me looks. I don't think Cammie told them anything. I'm still getting looks. I get out of the car like I'm a normal person.

"Sir you can't park here."

"I'm just walking inside to get my mother." I say pointing. "She right there."

The guy looks behind himself then he looks at me. "Alright then. 5 minutes."

I walk into the building. This was a bad idea. I couldn't see over the crowd of people coming and going. I walk over to the corner of the room near a man with a sign. He waves it in the air then he looks at me.

"You never going to find your person just standing there. You need a sign."

"Yeah, buddy. It ain't that simple."

The guy puts his sign down. He walks to the wall and pick up a big piece of paper and bring it to me.

"Sure it is." He says handing me a market.

"Thanks." I say writing my name on the paper.

The guy looks at me. "Oh you waiting on Trey Songz?"

I stare at him for a few seconds then turn away. "Yeah. Sure."

I cover my face with the sign as someone stares at me. Let's not have any pictures of me standing in the airport with a sign. I chuckle to myself. That would be funny though. Wouldn't be funny running from the crowd of people that follow me.

"Tremaine."

"Mama Cammie." I say taking the sign away from my face.

She looks around. "I think those people are waiting for Trey Songz to come to his driver. Maybe you should leave that on your face."

I chuckle and start walking. "I didn't know you were coming to town."

"I talked to Cammie about it. Should I have told you? I don't want to be invasive."

"It's just that she didn't tell me. You welcome anytime."

We walk out of the airport followed by the crowd of people that Gwen was talking about. I'm sure that they have figured out by now that it is me. They were behaving well and just following me. That's all good. We get into the car without being bothered. I'm honestly not ready to go home.

"I was going by Chris' Beach rental he has to see Lane. Do you want to do that?"

"Oh yes that's fine."

We drive for a good bit in silence. It was very peaceful. Almost like she wasn't there. She had her face almost glued to the glass. I change my mind again about going to Lane and I drive around the city so she can see different sights. I didn't tell her that's what I was doing. We really just stayed silent.

"So Mama." I say looking at her. "You just came to LA to visit?"

"I want to be in my grandkids life without always taking them from home. You know?"

I nod. "Yeah."

"I figured it would be good for me and Jayla to... I don't know. That might be a stretch. What do you think?"

"Me?"

"She must tell you stuff." She says looking at me hopeful.

"She really doesn't. I mean she tells me stuff. But I don't understand her reason."

Gwen sighs deeply. "You know it's hard as a parent without having so much against you. I really loved her father. I wish they could remember that. I'm not a bad person for trying to fill a really big hole in my life. That was my first love."

"She might not understand that."

"I can't say I would have went back and changed anything because my kids would lose out on time with their father."

I glance over at her. "How is that?"

"They spent so much time with him."

"I mean. Why weren't yall together?"

She looks at me. "Just like you travel he traveled."

"I thought her father was just a local artist. Not traveling around the US."

"I see she doesn't talk about anything. I just want to say that I tried my best after he father died. I went from raising my kids with a great father to being by myself. Both of them seemed to forget everything. It became my fault that my son wanted to be a thug instead of a straight A student like he was."

I chuckle. "Rollie made straight A?"

"He was a grade level ahead of his class and he was still the top of his class."

"Rollie?"

She sighs. "Yes, Rollie. He changed completely. He went from being picked at to picked out of the crowd. He was a big fluffy bear. They turned my baby into a mean gangsta." She chuckles. "He still is my soft teddy bear. No matter how small he is."

"And Cammie? What happened with you and her?"

She sighs. "College. I don't know."

"Just college?"

Damn. The girl never told her fucking mother what happened. Gotdamn Cammie. I'm not going to be the one to fucking tell her. But Cammie is going to tell her with my help. Damn I'm already in the fucking hole.

"My children were spoiled by their father. He gave them whatever they wanted. I mean whatever. They would miss school for weeks at a time. My grandfather was the superintendent at the time so everyone in the school knew my family. They would send the kids school work with them. Her father spend a lot of his time in Atlanta and New York. They were rarely home with just me. And when they were they behaved so that they could go out of town when time came."

"Cammie don't talk about her childhood. I learned a lot just now. Do I know my wife?"

Gwen smiles softly touching my shoulder. "In ways that matter. She has grown so much since she had Lane."

"I need some growing, Mama Cammie."

"You need to get your priorities straight. God. Family. Everything else."

I nod. "But taking care of my family is done with that everything else."

"Girls, parties, sex, and drugs?"

"No ma'am. Money, work..."

She puts her hand up between our faces. "Don't even preach that to me. You could work as a manager at a Walmart and take care of your family. This is your dream. This is the life you want. It's not what God gave you and it's not doing nothing for your family."

"I mean..."

"It's not doing nothing for them." She repeats. "And it has no place in your marriage."

"So you saying I should stop music?"

She smirks and puts her phone down. "If you don't know how to grow up and put those childish things to the side."

"So Cammie's father did?"

"Nope." She says looking at herself in the mirror. "Got into a car with a drunk woman who ended his life and his unborn child."

I sit up in my seat then look at her really quick. "Say what? You kidding me?"

"Of course their father was nothing but a Saint to them. I know you haven't heard that."

"You was sitting here talking about how much in love you were."

She sits back then she looks at me. "Never said I didn't have growing to do. I sure did stop acting a fool and go back home to my parents. Married the man my father wanted me to marry and the rest is history."

"I don't see where you and your kids relationship went wrong."

"When I told my son that I would not watch him kill himself like his father did. When I told my daughter that she was headed straight for a life of regret and shame. Running after that football player and all his glory. I stopped feeding my children with a silver spoon and they rebelled. I became the worst mother in the world. But I don't regret it because they weren't doing nothing with themselves living under me."

I glance at her. "So you think Cammie shouldn't have married me?"

She smiles. "I like you Trey Songz." She touches my shoulder. "Better you grow up now while she still tolerates you. I think that boy broke her heart and she never wanted me to know. But I would never tell her I told you so. Like I said. Lane made her grow up. Maybe it was you. Well it has to be you. Lane wouldn't be here if it weren't you."

"Sometimes I think I'm not good enough for her."

"Cause you aren't." She snaps looking at me sideways. "But that doesn't mean you aren't capable of being what and who she needs. Your worth is not what makes you undeserving of her. It is your reputation. Your Mr. Steal a Girl."

I laugh. "Did you recently learn that?"

"I listened to a song or two of yours."

"You think outside of my fame persona..."

"Outside of Trey Songz."

I nod. "Only that part of me deserves Cammie?"

"Are you looking for some answer?"

"I just like what you said. It would be nice to hear it again."

She makes her eyes big. "Go hear it from your wife."

"But she is mad at me."

"Okay, she is mad at you. Did she stop loving you?"

I nod my head. "Okay. Let's go by the house then go to the beach with Lane."

"Where is Caden? At the house?"

"Yes."

She nods her head while smiling. "Okay."

I nod. "Good."

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cb-the-red-cabooty · 4 years

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Freight go to the amusement park.

NOTE: one cuss word used.

A Very short fic, that was written from a prompt from a Stex server I’m in. I havent proof read and it’s not finished, this is just an outline, I’m currently half way threw another fic, I just wanted to get this written down whist I still remembered.

Poppa decided that he would treat all the boys to a trip to the amusement park as they had all been working over time recently and been doing a good job.

“are we there yet?” rocky 1 shouted from behind rusty

“yeah what he said” rocky 2 said after

“if you don’t all shut up I will turn this train around and we will go back home!” poppa already regretted his decision, the Rocky's hadn't shut up since they had left the depot, and Dustin and flattop hadn't stopped arguing. He was thankful at least that rusty and CB had been quit. “we have just a few more miles and we will be there.”

“has it been a few more miles yet?” rocky 3 called and earnt him self a nudge from his brothers.

Once they arrived and had uncoupled poppa was about to tell everyone to stay in his sight and not to run off, but he was too late. The Rocky's legged it as soon as they had uncoupled and were running straight for the hook a duck, Dustin had headed straight for the candy stand, flattop had found a ‘dip the clown’ and was trying to throw bricks at the target instead of the balls provided. CB had found a shoot the tin can game and was already getting the high score. Poppa sighed deeply and started walking to collect his over sized kids when he suddenly became aware of someone clinging to his coupling rings, “oh rusty my boy, what's wrong?” he asked when he saw that the younger steam train looked terrified.

“oh nothing, I just don’t want to get lost…” rusty replied clinging tighter as poppa continued to roll towards the candy stand.

It didn’t take him long to collect everyone up again, he had bought a bag of candy and that was working at keeping everyone under control, “don’t run off or you wont get any candy.” he had warned them all and to his amazement it had worked. Not even the Rocky's had ran off. He rolled up to a small ride, knowing how some of them had never been on a ride before he figured this one would be a good starting point. “7 please” he said as he handed over the money to the man at the ticket booth.

“okay no problem, right this way” the ticket man said as he gestured towards the teacups that were stopped, “4 of you in this one please”

“me first”

“no me!”

“get out of my way”

“stop pushing”

CB, rusty, Dustin and flattop all sighed as they watched the 3 Rocky's pushing each other out of the way to climb into the teacup. “one more in here please”

“not it!” rusty shouted quickly lifting a hand to his nose and the other up in the air, Dustin and flattop copied almost instantaneously.

“shit….” CB cussed under his breath and mumbled about hating the others as he climbed into the empty spot on in the teacup.

“the rest of you in this one please.”

Before long they were all settled into their seats and the ride slowly started. Poppa hadn't been paying much attention he was busy flirting with a lady who had taken her grand-kids out for the day. Asking her if she recognized him, and when she said no, proceeding to tell her about how he used to be the race champion and how he won a race last year. “are your kids okay?”

“yeah and so I won by miles,”

“one of them looks like they are about to puke”

“what?” poppa asked as he finally turned to look at the teacups, “oh…” he said as he rushed up to the man controlling the ride. Rusty and Dustin were screaming at the top of their lungs for the ride to stop, for flattop to stop spinning the table that makes the teacup spin. Both of them were clinging to each other for their lives and crying. Flattop was laughing menacingly. Then poppa looked to the other teacup that was spinning 4 times as fast as any of the other cups, a flash of red yellow and blue. He was struggling to make out what what was going on but he could see one of the red blobs appeared to be leaning out of the side of the cup. “sir I think you need to stop the ride.” he asked the control man, but it was too late before he had really finished his sentence there was a crack and some screams, joyous ones but screams none the less. And then a crash. The teacup that had been spinning wildly had spun off of the track and landed next to the ride. The Rocky's were laughing hysterically and cheering about how that was the best ride ever and could they go again. CB had climbed out of the cup and was crawling along the floor towards a trash can where he then puked up everything that was inside his stomach. The control person had hit the stop button and once the ride had stopped poppa found himself being clung to by rusty and Dustin who were still crying. Flattop was giving the Rocky's high fives, CB was still spewing up his guts by a trash can.

After a good while apologizing to the controller and promising to keep the boys under control and begging to not be thrown out of the amusement park, poppa gathered up the lads. “don’t you dare let go of each other until I say you can” he warned the Rocky's who he had made couple up and couple up to him. Dustin and rusty were coupled up and following poppa closely, flattop was still laughing about what had happened and teasing CB about how he had lost his lunch.

“can we go in there?” rocky 2 called to poppa pointing at a odd looking house.

Poppa looked to where the box car was pointing and looked the house over stopping sharply causing everyone to roll into him. Stood outside the haunted house was a sleeping car. Poppa could feel his heart beating faster and hadn't even noticed that he was already rolling on towards the haunted house. Everyone uncoupled as they got up to the house and poppa just handed over a pile of money to rocky 1 who went up to the ticket booth to pay. Dustin and rusty were both still crying from their time on the teacup ride so refused to go into the house. Flattop was the first to enter, followed closely by the three Rocky's, CB was about to enter next when he suddenly got pulled back out by poppa.#

“hand it over, you cant go in there with it, you’ll kill someone” poppa whisper shouted as he fished around in CB's pockets, finding what he was looking for and then shoving CB back towards the door of the haunted house. The object in question was quickly hidden in Poppa's own pocket as he rolled back to stand next to the sleeping car. “so…” he said quietly before coughing to clear his throat and trying again, “you have Kids in the haunted house?” The sleeping car didn’t reply so poppa just continued, “they arn’t my children, I just look after them all, I never settled down, never fount the right car for me,” he handed the bag of candy to Dustin and ushered him and rusty off to go sit on a bench near by, “they all live at the depot with me, and I raised them all, they are very good kids.” he then laughed lightly as he heard a very high pitched scream come from the house. “that must be one of your girls, I assume you have girls. Poor things will come out terrified.” he continued talking about anything he could think off, telling the sleeping car about his times as a racer, laughing when he heard more screams. Then he watched in amazement as 4 girls rolled out of the haunted house laughing, rolling along towards him and the sleeping car. Then he looked at the house where he was still hearing screams.

“that was rubbish,”

“tell me about it”

“R.U.B.B.I.S.H!”

“we know how to spell it Dinnah” the girls all laughed as they rolled up to the sleeping car. “Belle wake up, lets go find another ride” the pink observation car said shaking the sleeping car awake.

“oh yes, lets go” Belle said once she had woken fully and simply turned to follow the other girls as they all rolled off towards the large roller coaster.

Poppa blinked a few times as he watched them roll away, then face palmed as it dawned on him that he had been talking to someone who was asleep the whole time. But then after he thought about it realized he was slightly glad she had been asleep. He had assumed it was her girls that were screaming, and now he didn’t have to deal with the embarrassment of knowing it was, in fact, his boys that were screaming. A few more loud screams and then a flash of red, yellow and blue rolled out of the house as fast as it could. Rolling as fast as they could to poppa and practically pouncing on him.

“It was horrible” the Rocky's cried in unison. Poppa looked at them each in turn and saw that they looked genuinely terrified and were all shaking, then he looked up at the door in time to see flattop being pulled along by CB a blank expression on his face.

“what happened?” he asked as CB got closer

“He froze, refused to move, I had to drag him the whole way around.” the red caboose shrugged as he pulled flattops hands from his coupling rings. Dustin and Rusty by now had roller over to join them all and had offered the Rocky's some candy, which instantly made them stop whining and go back to their normal happy go lucky selves.

“how did you find it?”

“you were right to take my knife off of me, I would have murdered everyone in there, they kept jumping out right in front of me”

“well that is kind of the point of a haunted house…. I think we should go home..” Poppa said after looking at all the boys in front of him in various states of traumatization. He made a note to him self to never take any of them to the amusement park ever again.

#stex fanfiction #CB the red cabooty #temporary post

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