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kkodzvken · 3 years

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right here - dabi x f. reader

“it’s happening again but i don’t give a fuck about your friends i’m right here, here. baby take a look around i’m the only one who hasn’t walked out i’m right here, here.” - chase atlantic, “right here”

touya-nii wants his baby sister all to himself. smut + angst, DARK CONTENT, 18+ MDNI

wc: 5k

warnings: stepcest (reader’s mom and rei are together, and reader calls him nii-san/touya-nii), emotional manipulation + toxic relationship, drug use, mentions of violence + murder, dumbification, infantilization (reader’s a crybaby lol), degradation, unprotected sex w no prep

a/n: the lovely @inkykeiji ‘s touya-nii series is my absolute favorite fanwork i’ve ever read, and it inspired me to write this!! thank u so so much clari for letting me post this and for creating such a beautiful world with your words </3

“Oh, baby, what’s wrong?”

His words startle you, and you jump with a little yelp, dropping your bag onto the ground in surprise. It lands with a loud thump against the shiny hardwood floor, the sound making you flinch again.

He wasn’t supposed to be home yet. Your nii-san was almost never there when you got home from school. He was rarely home before the late hours of the night, well past midnight, when he’d slip into your room without your mother or Rei noticing. Which is why you’d allowed yourself to cry as you walked into the house, why you didn’t bother to wipe away the spidery mascara tears dripping down your face or swipe the snot off your nose. Your stomach coils uncomfortably at the thought of your nii-san seeing you like this, and you duck your head down, sinking onto your knees to retrieve your fallen backpack.

“Princess.” His voice was sterner this time, and it sent a little spike of fear shooting through you. You couldn’t handle his disappointment, not today, not after everything that had happened. “When I ask you a question, I expect an answer.”

“S-sorry, Touya-nii,” you stutter, eyes still trained on the floor. He sighs, a dramatic, overly exaggerated sigh that sends another dagger into your heart. You hear the sounds of the couch creaking as he gets up, the sound of his sock-clad feet treading against the hardwood as he made his way to you. His own knees hit the ground, and a large hand finds its way to your chin, long fingers hooking under your jaw and pressing upwards. You let out an involuntary whine as you’re forced to look up at him. Please don’t be mad, please don’t be mad, please don’t be mad, you think over and over, bracing yourself for his disappointed glare.

But instead, you’re met with concern swimming through his turquoise eyes. Somehow, that hurt even more than his reprimands would have. He was so busy, already so stressed, and now you’d gone and made him even more worried with your stupid crying. Stupid crybaby. Stupid, pathetic crybaby.

The thought triggers a fresh wave of tears, and you instinctively raise your arms to him. With a coo, he wraps his strong arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his body. Your face finds its home in his chest, nose buried in his soft cotton t-shirt. Your body shakes as sob after sob pours out. His hands trace comfortingly over your back, rubbing gentle circles against you as he holds you so tight that it almost hurt. But it doesn’t hurt, could never hurt. Nothing ever hurts when it came to him.

“C’mon baby, talk to me,” he whispers against the crown of your head as he presses soft kisses into your hair. “Nii-san can’t help until he knows what’s wrong, baby.”

You sniffle, and then pull your face out of his grey t-shirt, now stained with your tears and makeup and snot. “’M sorry, nii-san,” you whimper. “Sorry for worrying you. ‘M fine, I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.”

He tuts at that, and pulls you close again. This time, your face buries into the crook of his neck, your nose pressed directly to his skin. You inhale his familiar scent – Marlboros and spicy deodorant and something distinctive that’s so painfully him – and as it floods your nostrils, it helps to calm your breathing a bit. He’s saying something, his voice impossibly low, even lower than usual as he speaks directly into your ear. You force yourself to pay attention to his words. “…always worry about you, princess, you’re my everything. Don’t hide yourself away from me. You know, you make me more worried by not telling me what’s wrong, and you don’t want that, do you? You don’t want to worry your nii-san, right?”

You shake your head furiously – or, at least, as furiously as you can when his strong arms are caging you tightly against his body. It’s enough, though, because he coos and nuzzles into your hair. “Then tell me what’s wrong, baby.”

“It’s stupid,” you mutter against his skin. “I’m just being a crybaby.” You don’t look up, partially because you can’t with how tight he’s holding you, but partially because you didn’t want to see the disappointed expression on his face. “But…my friends. You know, I’ve told you about them. Katsu and Hanta and Eiji and Denki. They…they told me we couldn’t be friends anymore. They said they don’t want to be friends with a stupid baby like me.” Reliving the moment makes your skin crawl, and threatens to make you start crying again, but you blink your eyes to force the tears away and continue. “I don’t understand, Touya-nii! Just yesterday, they walked me home, and everything was fine! And now they hate me! I’m... I-I’m just…” The dam in your chest bursts, and the tears that you were trying so hard to keep at bay erupt at full force.

But your nii-san is there, with his arms wrapped tight around you and his warmth enveloping you. By this point, you’re completely in his lap, your thighs straddling him. You can’t deny that being this close to him affects you, like it always does. The combination of your already fragmented emotional state, paired with his hands that have now snuck under your shirt and weight of his clothed cock pressing against your core, make you desperate. Without realizing it, you’re rocking your hips, chasing bliss in one of the only ways that you know how to.

His warm hands grip at your waist and squeeze. The pain makes you gasp and still your movements, and you look up at him. Your wide eyes, sparkling with unshed tears, meet the blue flames of his own irises. His blown-out pupils cover most of his eyes, but you can see the ring of turquoise that surrounds them, that beautiful cerulean sea that you adore so much. Your heart pangs, and for a second you wish that he’d stop with the drugs and let you see those pretty aqua pools more often. But you catch yourself before you can get carried away. Nii-san knows best, after all. Who are you to question him?

You’re just a stupid baby, like your friends said. You suppose that they’re your ex-friends now, although the thought sends another sob wracking through your body. Touya’s eyes don’t leave yours, and he swipes away at your tears with one of his long fingers. “We’re not fucking right now, baby. You’re too emotional. C’mon, let’s go to bed.”

He gently repositions you in his arms so that he can carry you, and then he stands up and walks towards the stairs. You just let him, too dazed to say anything. Touya-nii? Turning down a chance to fuck? What has gotten into him? It’s so out of character that it leaves you dumb and confused. He walks up the grand staircase and across the plush carpeted hallway that leads to his room, easily transferring your weight to one arm so that he can push the door open. He gently lays you onto his plush mattress, and you expect him to climb in with you, but he walks towards his dresser and opens the second shelf from the bottom.

Your heart sinks, but you try and ignore it. Touya-nii knows best. Touya-nii knows best. Touya-nii always, always knows what’s best. He rifles through the various bottles and baggies that he keeps in that drawer before pulling out a little orange bottle filled with blue and white capsules. Wordlessly, he shakes a few out onto his palm before tossing them into his mouth and swallowing them dry. He’s probably used to it, with the way that he swallows more drugs than actual food these days.

He slinks back to the bed and plops down next to you, the weight of his body slightly launching you up. You shriek, and he chuckles. You try to shoot him a glare, but your nii-san is just so pretty when he’s smiling that you can’t help but giggle along. He extends a finger and curls it in a “come hither” motion, and you obey, scooting yourself towards him and nestling into his familiar warmth.

“Your friends are stupid,” he says. It makes you flinch. You had almost forgotten about the reason you were so upset – Touya always made you smile, always took the weight off your shoulders and made you forget about everything that was wrong. But his words are a harsh reminder, and everything comes tumbling down once again.

He notices the shift in you – always so perceptive, always so attentive – and presses a kiss to your forehead. You tilt your head up, desperate for the warmth of his lips against your own, desperate for him to touch you and take the pain away, but he shifts away. “Listen to me first,” he says sternly, and you nod, ever the obedient little puppy.

“Your friends are stupid,” he continues. “They’re stupid, and if they don’t realize your worth, that’s their loss, baby.” One of his hands comes up to cup your face, titling your chin so that he can gaze directly into your eyes. It’s far too soon for the oxys to have taken effect already, but you could swear that his pupils are even bigger than they were before. His eyes feel like an abyss, like black holes, sucking you in. You don’t think that you could ever escape – you don’t ever want to escape. “They think that you’re a dumb baby? They think that you’re too weak and stupid? They’re idiots. You’re my baby, and you’re perfect just the way you are.”

His words are like a fire, and it burns away some of the ice that formed in your chest after you’d spoken to your friends. Still, your pain doesn’t disappear quite so easily. Your little hands clutch his shirt and tug. “B-but I love them, nii-san. I don’t want them to think I’m dumb.”

Touya’s eyes flash dangerously, and your stomach twists. You don’t know what you did wrong, but you’re terrified that you made him mad, that he’ll throw harsh words or blows at you. Or, even worse, that he’ll push you away and leave. But the anger disappears as quickly as it came, and you try to tell yourself that you just imagined it. “I don’t give a fuck about your friends. You don’t need to love them, princess. You don’t need to love anyone else.” The hand that was cupping your face moves down to your chest, and you think that he’s finally going to touch you like you want him to and make you feel good. But instead, he taps at the space between your breasts, his large finger thumping against the spot on your ribs that shields your heart. “This little heart? Princess, you don’t need to give it to anyone but me. I’ll take care of your heart.”

You furrow your brow. Touya has always been protective, has always insisted that you don’t need anyone but him, but this still leaves a sour taste in your mouth. “Touya-nii,” you start to say, but he cuts you off.

“This isn’t the first time this has happened, has it, angel?” His words are just leaving you more confused, and you open your mouth to say so, but his hand shoots out and squishes your cheeks like a fish, effectively silencing you. It hurts, with how tight he’s squeezing you, but you can’t deny that the warmth of his hand is comforting. “Everyone’s left. Your dad left. Your mom’s never around. Those girls you used to hang around with, they don’t talk to you anymore. All of my siblings,” he says, spitting the word with so much venom that you recoil, “can’t stand you. And now these boys. Baby, take a look around. I’m the only one that hasn’t walked out.”

His words hurt. They hurt because they’re true, because you scramble to find a single example of someone who love who hasn’t left you, and you can’t. You can’t. Your nii-san is the only one who’s stuck around, who’s listened to you cry and comforted you without running away. The only one who hasn’t recoiled at how sensitive you get, the only one who takes care of you and gives you what you need. A fresh wave of tears springs out of your eyes, and you try to bury your face in his chest, try to do anything but stare at the voids that used to be his eyes, but his grip on your face is far too strong.

“What’s wrong with me?” you whimper.

He coos, and releases his bruising grip, choosing to instead cradle your face again. You expect him to give you comfort, to tell you that there’s nothing wrong with you. You open your heart, ready to embrace the warmth of his words.

“You’re dumb,” he says, matter-of-factly, and your face must betray your surprise, because he begins to rub little circles into your cheek. “You’re dumb,” he repeats. “You’re sensitive, and you’re childish, and you wouldn’t survive a single day without someone taking care of you.”

You don’t register exactly when you started crying again, but tears are flowing freely down your cheeks now, running over his fingers that are still moving across your skin. “But,” he continues. “You’re perfect. You’re perfect for me. You’re too much of a god damn brat for anyone else to handle you, but I can handle you. Only I can handle my dumb baby sister. Do you get it?”

He pauses for a second, giving you time to try and absorb his words. The gears in your mind feel like they’re turning painfully slowly, and you can tell that he notices your confusion, because he gives you a dry smile. “This is exactly what I’m talking about, angel. You’re so dumb.” He knocks his fist against your skull, far too harshly, and you yelp a little at the pain. “There’s nothing going on up here. You’re so damn sensitive and annoying, nobody else can bear to deal with you. Don’t you see, princess, how lucky you are to have your nii-san?”

You nod. Your foggy brain is beginning to understand his words. “I’m…I’m so lucky to have you, Touya-nii.”

He chuckles, and he leans down, and finally presses a kiss against your lips. It’s chaste, and over far too quickly, no matter how desperately you try to prolong it, He pulls away and laughs at the pout on your face. “See, puppy, you’re so needy. Your nii-san gave you a kiss, but you’re still pouting and whining and asking for more. Don’t you see why nobody else likes you?”

You nod again. He’s right, you tell yourself, even though there’s still a piece of your brain that recoils at the idea. It doesn’t make sense, what he’s saying. Your friends never said anything about you being needy before, and your mom’s only gone all the time because she’s working, and, besides, she’s the one who took you and left your dad. It doesn’t make sense, but you push aside the stupid resistant part of your brain. Touya-nii must be right, Touya-nii is always right, and you don’t want to make him mad by being a brat and asking too many questions. You were being so dumb, he had to practically spell it out for you. He’s right. Touya-nii knows best. Touya-nii knows best, Touya-nii always knows best.

You look up at him with your glossy eyes, and he smiles back at you with his empty ones. But you can still see the small ring of turquoise that surrounds the voids, and you latch onto them, dive into those tiny blue-green pools and take respite. “’M sorry for being so needy, nii-san.”

“Oh, baby,” he coos. “My pretty, needy baby. Nii-san’s gonna take care of you, because if it wasn’t for him, who else would? You’d be so lost without your nii-san.”

“So lost,” you parrot back. You want so badly to make him proud, to make him give you more praise and sweet words. “Need you.”

“Fuck yeah you do,” he mutters under his breath, before suddenly pulling your face in close and kissing you. It’s violent, it’s messy, but it’s just what you need. He’s what you need. His teeth sink into your bottom lip, and you cry out as the sensitive flesh breaks. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t care – he just slides his tongue into your mouth, and you can taste your coppery blood on his tongue. Your blood, and the acrid taste of smoke from his Marlboros. It’s not bad though – no, it’s great, because it’s your nii-san and you love him more than words can say. His fingers sink into your hips and push you onto your back, and he climbs over you, teeth leaving little marks all over your soft skin.

“Nii-san,” you gasp, and Touya thinks it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. He breaks away from your neck and revels in the needy whine you let out.

Right now, with your small legs wrapped around his waist and your hands desperately clawing at his shirt, trying to pull him impossibly closer… this gets him higher than any drug ever could. You get him higher than any fucking drug ever could.

You grind your hips against his, and he growls before leaning down to reclaim your lips. It’s not romantic. Nothing about what you have is romantic, despite what the pretty words he whispers into your ears claim. It’s all a means to an end, a deception to get him what he needs. You’re his drug, and he’d rather die than come down. Would rather die than see someone else get their disgusting fingers on what he owns.

Which is why he was so fucking furious yesterday, when he saw you walking home with those four boys that you call your friends. A joke. It’d be funny if it wasn’t so pathetic. You really think those boys have any interest in being just friends with you, any goal in mind besides fucking you?

It was honestly just luck that led to him catching you. Jin was too damn stoned to move, and that idiot Tomura had sent Touya to do the runs instead. He was counting the money that a group of scared-looking college students had handed him, making sure that they weren’t trying to stiff him. He knew they weren’t of course – one look at those kids proved that they were too close to pissing their pants to even think about cheating him – but protocol was protocol, and it was there for a reason. Even if that reason was that Tomura’s big, scary daddy would get mad. He had just tucked the bills into his right pocket and reached into his left for the bottle of little green pills that those kids wanted when he saw you. Or, to be more accurate, he saw you being ogled by four boys, their hands all over you as you walked.

It made him sick. He didn’t even realize that he was clenching his fists until the bottle of pills in his hand exploded and little orange fragments sliced his palm. And even then, he barely registered the pain. It was the startled yelps of those kids that snapped him out of his furious haze, and he just threw the pills and plastic shards in the general direction before turning around and marching towards his car. They were saying something, complaining about something or the other, but he couldn’t fucking care less. His hand was bleeding freely by then, and he stopped before getting into his car – he didn’t care about whatever temper tantrum Tomura would throw about his shitty service, but he did care about his white leather seats. With a frustrated groan, he clawed at the wound with his blunt nails and dug out the bits of embedded plastic, and then pulled the sleeve of his jacket over his palm to staunch the bleeding. It probably should’ve hurt more, but the cocaine and rage flowing through his veins were a hell of a painkiller.

He knew those boys, of course. He knew everyone that you interacted with. He drove around for thirty minutes so they’d all have enough time to get home. His work phone wouldn’t stop ringing, and his fingers were too shaky to silence it, so he just smashed it against the dashboard. It sent more little pieces of glass into his already bleeding hand, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care, he didn’t care, didn’t care about anything besides how fucking furious he was right now. He wasn’t mad at you, of course – you were too dumb to realize otherwise. You probably thought those boys were just nice because they liked you, that they only had innocent intentions when they offered to walk you home. Fuck Jin for rolling when he was supposed to be working, and fuck Tomura for deciding that Touya had to be the one to take his place. Touya picked you up from school every day, and he dropped you off in the morning, and he took you wherever you needed to go. You’d assured him that you’d be fine getting home by yourself today. He assumed that you’d take the bus, which made him antsy, of course – plenty of fucking creeps that could get their hands on you, but at least you’d be in public – but seeing you walk home with that pack of wolves behind you made him see red.

Bakugo Katsuki was his first stop. That blond haired bitch had his disgusting hand thrown over your shoulder, and Touya had half a mind to blow his brains out for that. But, no. He forced himself to stay calm and rational, to control his rage and think about what the best solution would be. If all four of your friends suddenly disappeared, you’d be grief-stricken, and Touya couldn’t have that. He couldn’t have his cute little baby sister wasting her pretty little tears over some brats that just wanted to fuck her, to use her.

Killing was Touya’s go-to way of dealing with inconveniences, but if that wasn’t an option, he was a master at intimidation. With his scarred flesh and maniacal eyes, as well as the pretty little switchblade that he’d carried for years, he painted a menacing picture. He had to ring the doorbell seven fucking times before little Katsu answered, and the brat had tried to give him attitude. All that attitude had melted away within just a few moments, though, and poor little Katsu was left snot-faced and promising that he’d never go near you again. The next three had been much of the same, although they were much more initially scared than the blond kid had been.

It was a shame, really, that Touya didn’t get to actually hurt them. He would’ve loved to sink his switchblade into his flesh, would’ve adored their screams and the tearing of their muscles. A shame, but this was for the better. They’d let you down harsh, and you’d come crying into your nii-san’s arms.

You’re just so damn predictable.

He has every one of your reactions memorized, knows your body like the back of his hand. He knows, when he cups your pretty little face with his large hand, you’ll nuzzle into it. When his thumb runs across the seam of your lips, you’ll open them obediently, pulling his fingers into your mouth and sucking so sweetly.

He knows, because you’ve done it hundreds of times before, but it still feels so fucking good each time. The feel of your tongue swiping across his fingers drives him insane, and he has half a mind to just shove his cock in and fuck your face until you’re crying. But he holds himself back, because you’re pawing at him so cutely, begging for him to fuck you, begging because you need him.

“Please, nii-san,” you babble, your words slurred as they try and push past his fingers. “Need you. Need you so bad, nii-san, need to feel you inside me, please.”

“Be patient,” he says, his hand leaving your mouth and trailing your body. “I need to prep you, or you’ll keep fucking whining about it hurting.”

You shake your head furiously. “I can take it, please!”

He’s so beautiful, your Touya-nii. He looks like a fucking god right now, towering over you, backlit by the hazy yellow of his ceiling light. His fingers leave your body and find his belt instead, and he wastes no time in unbuckling it and shoving his pants down. His cock is already hard and weeping, the prettiest shade of red that you’ve ever seen. He wraps his large hand around it, hissing at the contact, the sound so pretty that it makes your heart sing.

You feel like you’re underwater, like chlorine and salt are filling your nostrils and pooling in your lungs. Your body is buzzing, and you so desperately want to throw caution to the wind and take the edge off. Your fingers are itching to touch yourself. But you know better, know that Touya will be mad. And you want – no, need – to be a good little girl for him. You’ve already given him so much to worry about today, with your whining and crying and babbling.

It’s like he said – you’re a dumb baby, right? That’s what he said, and you know that he’d never lie to you. Nii-san knows best, you remind yourself, chanting it over and over in your head like a prayer. He knows best. He’s the only one you have, and you want so badly to make him proud.

The head of his cock presses against your dripping hole. The feeling makes you flinch, but before you can react and further, he’s already pressing his hips forward. “Fuck!” you exclaim, body stinging at the stretch.

His movement pauses, and he looks down at you with disappointment in his pretty eyes. “C’mon now, princess, you know you’re not supposed to use those bad words.”

Your eyes widen and you instantly backtrack as you realize your mistake. “Sorry, sorry, ‘m sorry! It just felt so good, nii-san, I’m sorry, I just wasn’t thinking!”

He chuckles at that, dipping his head down to nip at your lips with his sharp teeth. “I know, doll,” he whispers against your mouth, his breath tasting like menthol and smoke. “You never think. My dumb baby sister, got no thoughts in that head of yours, huh? No thoughts besides my cock?”

You nod, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Please, Touya-nii. Please fuck me stupid.”

The grin that graces his face is nothing short of sinful. He doesn’t reply with words. Instead, he hooks his massive hands under your knees and pushes up. Your body is like putty in his hands, and you bend at his whims. He folds you up like a doll, your knees pressed up to your chest. You feel so vulnerable, so exposed. But truth be told, you always feel vulnerable around him. You feel like his fiery eyes scorch away at your skin whenever he looks at you, but fuck, you love the burn.

He wastes no time in setting an unrelenting pace, slamming into you so hard that you know your body will be covered in bruises tomorrow morning. Bruises on your inner thighs from his sharp hipbones, bruises on your neck from his teeth. A necklace of purple and blue around your neck in the shape of his fingers. Bruises on your heart from his harsh words, degrading little insults spat against your skin as he fucks into you without mercy. But for every bruise, every insult and painful touch, he gives you the sweetest salve. Pretty little words whispered into your ear, reminders that he loves you, that you’re his.

“My baby,” he grunts, voice shaky from exertion. “Gonna cum. Beg for my cum, my dumb little baby. Fucking beg for it.”

You babble, too far gone for your brain to produce any real thoughts. A jumbled mess of need your cum and please nii-san’s fall past your lips. You can hardly think, but you can always beg for him. Your vision is hazy and your mind is foggy, filled with nothing but thoughts of him, and the feeling of his cock slamming into you, and the heat of his breath against your neck. It hurts, hurts so much, but there’s bliss in the ache.

His fingers slip between your legs and toy with your clit, rubbing harsh circles in time with his thrusts. The combined sensation is too much. With a harsh thrust and squeeze of the hand around your neck, your body explodes. You feel as if you’re in fire, as if there’s electricity coursing through your limbs, burning through your blood and short-circuiting your veins. You cum so hard that it almost hurts, pussy clenching and gushing. Touya lets out a growl, so deep that it makes your stomach flip. He grabs your chin and tilts your face up to meet his, squeezing so hard that the pain cuts through your fucked-out haze and makes you gasp. His lips crash into yours, teeth clacking and tongues swirling as he moans into your mouth and releases. You tremble at the sensation, body overloaded and still buzzing with electricity.

After a few painfully long moments, he shifts and finally lets your legs down. Your muscles scream at the movement. Touya reaches over your body to get a water bottle and press it to your lips, making you tilt your head up and take little sips.

Your arms feel like lead, but you force them to move. They wrap around his waist and tug. Your whines are pitiful, but you’re too tired to be embarrassed. “Snuggles,” you beg, looking up at him with glossy, wide eyes.

“Need to clean you up, doll,” he says. His voice is stern, but there’s a fondness in his expression that warms your heart. You shake your heavy head, trying in vain to drag him closer. He chuckles, dipping down to press an uncharacteristically gentle kiss to your forehead. “God, you really are so fucking needy, aren’t you?”

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bakusquad-assemble · 3 years

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hiya lol could you write a bakugou x reader and (they're dating already) and he's just being soft for her and cuddling in his dorm and he starts tickling her and she's screaming n stuff so the class rush in and are totally not expecting to see bakugou practically sat on reader and tickling her, lol no pressure obvs lol

Ahhhh thank you so so much for the request,lovely!! I really enjoyed writing this one so I hope you like it! Soft boy Bakugou has my whole heart! I’m very slowly making my way through my request inbox, but feel free to send me more prompts to get the creative juices flowin!

Bakugou Katsuki was never one to show affection so openly like his other classmates would with their significant others. He was a reserved person, and the idea of PDA had always embarrassed him. So when the two of you had started dating, you were very aware of how he reacted to being touched, and respected him enough to never poke or prod in public. What took you by surprise though, was how different he was in your private company. The once prickly and standoffish boy couldn’t keep his hands off of you. At first it was jarring, his warm arms around you feeling so foreign and new, but you couldn’t help but relish in it. Sometimes you even found yourself teasing the poor touch deprived boy to see how much he needed your body against his. It was cruel, sure, but also incredibly validating to have Bakugou huff and puff until you paid attention to him. Today was one of those days.

Bakugou made his way to your dorm room after class as he did everyday, his textbooks from class slung over his shoulder in his book bag, fully intent to study and spend some quality time with you. Just being in your presence always had a calming effect on the explosive boy, so he found himself drawn to you every chance he got. He knocked once on your door before letting himself in, tossing his bag to the floor and locking his crimson eyes onto your form. You were already sitting at your desk, head buried in your book and head nestled in the palm of your hand. You made no movement in his direction, instead keeping your eyes glued to the pages before you.

“Hey, Suki.” You smiled softly at his presence, earning a grunt in return. He threw himself onto your bed, looking over at you longingly but still said nothing as he pulled out his own papers and got to work. The two of you sat in silence for a bit, a smirk ever present on your face. You could feel the boy's frustration radiating off his body and knew that it would only be a matter of time before he got sick of the lack of contact. Bakugou cleared his throat and you lifted your head ever so slightly.

“You okay? You need some water or something?” You teased, finally turning to look at him over your shoulder. He was looking at you with furrowed brows, a light flush spread across his cheeks.

“why the fuck are you still sitting over there?” He asked, trying his best not to sound desperate, but a little seeped through. You could’ve melted on the spot from his tone.

“I’m doing my work.” You stated plainly, turning your back to him once more to hide your smile. You could hear him growl at your response.

“Yeah no shit dumbass, but why are you doing it over there? You don’t want to spend time with me or somethin?” He tried his best to look anywhere but you, feeling the embarrassment overtake him. You could hear the distress in his voice and you couldn’t help but let out the laugh you’ve been stifling. He was so needy and you loved it. You put down your pen on the desk and turned completely in your chair, finally facing your red faced boyfriend.

“the fuck you laughing at?” He looked confused, trying to flesh out the meaning of your behavior.

“Aw what’s the matter, Katsuki? Does someone need attention?” You teased again, your head cocked to the side toyingly. You saw his demeanor change immediately. The once confused expression was replaced with a devious grin as realization hit him like a ton of bricks. You were fucking with him.

“Oh, you little shit!” Bakugou jumped off of his place on the bed and rushed at you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you from the chair roughly. You couldn’t stop the loud scream that escaped your mouth, echoing throughout the room and cascading down the hallway of the dorms.

“Tryin to mess with me, huh?” He snickered into your ear, holding you against his body tightly as you tried to fight against his hold. Laughter bubbled out of your throat as Bakugou picked you up with ease, slinging you over his shoulder and making his way back to his previous spot in the room. Despite your kicking and playful fighting, Bakugou’s grip on you barely wavered. He slammed your body down onto the bed and climbed on top of you, a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

“Well now I’m gonna make you pay for that.” His voice was sinister, dangerous, and you had no doubt that he meant business. Panic washed over you, and your fighting against the blondes grip got more frantic.

“No no no!” You laughed nervously, the sound mimicking that of a person in immediate danger, a scream of terror, but you were smiling and so was your boyfriend.

“Too late, you made me mad and now you’ve got to pay for it.” He let his hands live on your hips for a second, relishing in the feeling of your presence, before digging his calloused fingers into the sides of your body. Bakugou’s tickles were vicious, but there was still a certain softness to his hands. He let them roam your body, feeling every curve and smooth expanse of skin. His laugh cascaded around you like snow flurries, beautiful but bitting. To everyone but you, the sound was devious, Filled with malicious intent, but you knew better. So you laughed too. You laughed so hard that you could barely breathe.

“S-stop! Stop please, it hurts!” You felt your lungs burning, your chest tightening uncomfortably as Bakugou’s tickles only got more intense. You let out another scream, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you tried to fight off the strong blonde boy on top of you. It was no use though, he easily overpowered you in your current state. You thought about using your quirk to get him off of you, but honestly you didn’t really want him to stop. You loved feeling his hands wander your body, feeling his hot breath against the crook of your neck. It was intoxicating.

“In your dreams, y/n! You’re fucking dead!” You screamed once again, this time much louder, cowering from the anticipation of his punishment, but it never came. Instead you heard your door swing open, hitting the wall with some force. Both of you jumped at the sudden noise, and the sudden appearance of some familiar faces standing on high alert in your doorway. Bakugou made no motion to move from on top of you, instead shooting a dangerous glare towards the four idiots that had just made their appearance, their voices ringing in his ears like gunfire.

“Y/n?? Are you okay?” Mina’s voice echoed throughout the room immediately

“We heard screaming! Is everyone alright?” Kirishima spoke up next, his voice laced with obvious concern. The four figures froze in the doorway as they took in the actuality of the scene, a blush fighting its way fervently up Bakugou’s neck. Kaminari and Sero attempted to stifle their laughter, but to no avail.

“Oh ho ho, shit!” Looks like we had the wrong idea!” Kaminari snickered, bumping Sero in the side with his elbow.

“Damn, you two sure do have a weird way of gettin it on!” Sero chuckled, causing Kaminari to laugh even harder.

“Come on man, don’t kink shame them!” Kaminari’s stupid voice had Bakugou seething with rage.

“DON'T YOU FUCKERS KNOW HOW TO KNOCK?” Bakugou’s voice bellowed throughout the room, causing you to wince just from sheer proximity. Your face was a light shade of pink from being found in a compromising position, but Bakugou’s was fire engine red. Kirishima shifted awkwardly in his spot, bumping Kaminari hard in an attempt to get him to stop laughing.

“We’re sorry, Bro! It just...sounded like Y/n needed help! that’s all! We were all chilling in Mina’s room down the hall and heard her screaming!” Kirishima pleaded apologetically, clearly shaken that he had overstepped in such a personal way for the angry blonde. The last thing he ever wanted to do was make his best friend angry or uncomfortable.

“JUST GET OUT BEFORE I KILL EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!” Bakugou yelled again, this time effectively stifling the laughter coming from Kaminari and Sero. Mina let out a soft giggle, ushering the terrified boys out of the room in one swift motion, feigning confidence to hide her own fear of being blown to bits.

“Alright guys, nothin’ to see here! I think we should give these two love birds their privacy.” You could feel Bakugou growl softly at her words, causing you to chuckle into your hand. Mina gave you a wink and a flirty little wave as she closed the door behind her, leaving you and Bakugou alone once more. Bakugou quickly took a pillow from your bed and chucked it at the door as it closed as hard as he could, making contact with a loud thud and earning a screech of terror from the other side of the door.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you before laughter cascaded from your lips. Bakugou looked back at you with wild eyes, clearly confused by the sudden noise of happiness.

“The fuck are you laughing about now?” You shook your head and wiped your eyes before looking back at him, a smile ever present on your face.

“It’s just...of course they had to barge in like that! They never cease to amaze me. ” You let your smile fade slightly as your hand reached out to caress his cheek. He hesitated for a second before allowing his form to melt into your touch.

“I’m sorry, Katsuki. Are you okay? I know you don’t like letting people see you like that. ” Your soft voice enveloped him, causing him to nod ever so slightly into your hand.

“M’fine. Those dumbasses just get under my fucking skin.” You let out a soft laugh, nodding with him.

“I mean, at least we know they’d come save me if I was ever being murdered.” Bakugou let an exhale of breath from his nose, the corners of his lips upturning ever so slightly.

“I’d get there first.” His confident tone was masked with warmth, a tone you recognized all too well. It was the same tone he talked in when he talked about your future together. It was filled with love. You rolled your eyes, but you still let the smile rest on your lips. You pulled Bakugou down next to you, keeping your eyes locked onto his crimson ones.

“ I know you would.” You whispered before bringing your lips to meet his in a loving kiss. It was short-lived contact, but still sent a shiver up Bakugou’s spine. He never expected to fall in love, never once imagined he’d let himself be so vulnerable in front of another human, but there was something about you that broke him down. Every single wall he had made that he believed to be impenetrable, you demolished with a single kind and understanding smile. And while Bakugou never imagined himself falling in love, he had unequivocally and irrevocably, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He pulled you in close to his chest, letting you rest your head there as he let himself savour the gentle sounds of your breath. He ran his hands through your hair gently as he felt you speak up once more, the words escaping your mouth causing a surge of pride to rush through the blonde boy's body.

“you’re my hero, after all.”

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Okay so it's getting kinda late here which means I am not in the mood to turn on my computer so I can show you guys the sides looks so that will be a different post. I also want to make clear that this is the first time I'm playing things and am actually aware of what the fuck is going on and so the begging was a bit of a mess and so is the house. Now let's get into what's happened so far:

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TW: s*x mention, kinks mention, caps, swearing

First of all lemme tell ya, controlling six (6) fucking people is harddd 😣

Ya girl got a little too excited with the money cheat code so naturally I made a big house, only problem is that I am not a good architect so this 3 floor house shows my progress at decorating and designing, which means that the 1st floor (the common area) looks like absolute shit and I do not have the energy to change it. The 2nd floor (3 bedrooms, 1 bathroom and a balcony that nO ONE EVER USES AND I AM PISSED) is a little better and the last floor (3 more bedrooms and another bathroom) is probably the one that looks the best

I also made a pool and a tiny game room that nO ONE EVER USES EITHER UNLESS TOLD TO

I saw a cupcake machine and with all that money I immediatly went "shit I need that"

Worst. Decision. Ever.

Every time these dumbasses are hungry they go make a cupcake eVEN THOUGH THERE'S SO MUCH FOOD LAYING AROUND

I have now sold the cupcake machine

Literally the first thing that happened was a fire after Remus tried to make some burgers or something

WHY THE FUCK IS EVERYTHING ALWAYS BREAKING

The amount of times the toilets, sinks, washing machine and coffee machine have broken 🤦‍♀️

Moceit was the first ship to go on a date but I'm a dumbass and sent them while Janus reeeaaalllyyyyy had to pee, sleep and eat but did nothing about it until after the date bc "oh shit there's goals??? I must complete all of them and make them boyfriends by the end of it"

How the fuck do I make the sims have a "deep conversation" or whatever it was while on a date?

Janus has passed out from energy failure so much the poor thing

Intrulogical was the next ship to happen

I wanted prinxiety to be more of a slow burn bc they're my otp which means I made @captainpatton-thewinterdad suffer a bit from it >:3

Speaking of prinxiety, Roman kissed Virgil twice and Virgil kissed him once before they even went on a date and I did not make then do that (I also didn't try to stop them though)

Initially Remus job was a criminal but his and Logan's schedules never matched so I thought "okay either Remus changes jobs or intrulogical will never happen" so I made him quit and become an artist

Later on (after their first date where they started dating) Logan got a promotion making it so their schedules didn't match again and I wanted to scream

Today was everyone's birthday but Roman was the first one so I threw him a birthday party. Everyone was absolutely exhausted bc my dumbass thought that the party would be scheduled by me but no so it was like midnight on a work night, everyone just wanted to go to bed, the caterer didn't do shit, I achieved basically none of the goals for the party which got rated as really bad or something and Roman is still feeling sad and embarrassed for throwing such a bad party even days after

None of the others got a birthday party and boi were they upset that everyone had forgotten their birthday

Roman lit himself on fire by accident when he was trying to warm himself by the fireplace and I've had so many fires like wtf

Everything's always either broken, dirty or on fire

It's like a wheel of misfortune

Prinxiety finally had their first date and became boyfriends bc after their birthdays I was hit with the realization that sims age fast and I want them to get married and have kids 🥺

Patton asked Janus out on a date (the place of their first one 🥺💖) and proposed to him

They got home and did it

I love that bc the sims is a game that can and is played by kids it has to be family friendly so instead of the action being called "have sex with [blank]" or "sleep with [blank]" it's called "woohoo with [blank]"

Logan and Remus also did it if any of you horny bitches are interested bc Logan was kinda mad I think bc of work?? maybe?? And let's be honest one of Remus' many kinks would definitely be angry sex and honestly I can see Logan also being into it

I laughed a lot when the couples slept together bc for some reason my fucked up brain thought the animations for it were absolutely hilarious (@captainpatton-thewinterdad could you hear me laughing in the videos? 😂)

Virgil and Roman are the only pure virgins in this household

Just realized I didn't say what the others jobs were so

Logan: astronaut

Patton: babysitter

Roman: entertainer

Virgil: style influencer (I love the stylist Virgil hc okay)

Janus: businessman

Remus (former) criminal, (current) artist

I think that's pretty much it so far. If you have any questions you can reblog this post or send an ask. I am thinking of taking some requests for things to do with the sides in the game so if you have any suggestions reblog, send an ask or leave a comment in the notes

Thank you for hearing this long ass rambling and I hope that I at least made you chuckle a little :)

(@captainpatton-thewinterdad if I forget anything you remember please reblog with it or send me a msg, you and I both know my memory sucks lol)

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Hey! Idk if you’re taking prompts but if you’re up to it I have a request :) TK and Carlos have a bad fight one morning and they go to work mad at each other and throughout the day they realize it was a stupid fight but they’re both trying to give the other some space. Carlos gets caught up working till late at night and when he gets home TK is asleep on the couch waiting. they make up and it’s very soft and it involves lots of fluff. I just realized this is really specific lol sorry

Stumbling a Step

A fight with Carlos leaves TK in a foul mood. Judd sets him straight.

30 days of Tarlos - Day 12

The drive to work is quiet, out of the corner of his eye he sees Carlos grip the steering wheel a little harder as the car comes to a stop in front of the firehouse.

“I have a long shift today,” he says, his tone stiff. “I won’t be home until after midnight.”

TK looks over at his boyfriend; it’s the first thing Carlos has said since their shout out the night before.

They’d gone to bed in absolute silence; for the first time since they got together, they didn’t sleep wrapped in each other’s arms. Instead, they had slept with their backs facing the other. It has to be the worst sleep TK has had in the year since dating Carlos.

“I think I’m going to go to my dad’s tonight,” he tells him, watching as Carlos’ jaw clenches in return.

“If that’s what you want,” is all Carlos says, not meeting his eyes as he stares forward at his windshield.

TK opens his mouth only to close it again. He doesn’t know what he wants to say, the silence between them makes him feel antsy and awkward. Finally, with a frustrated sigh, he reaches for the door of the car, they’re not getting anywhere like this, and he has a shift to start.

“I’ll see you later,” he mumbles as he steps out of the car. He’s about to shut the door when Carlos’ soft ‘be safe’ reaches his ears, making his stomach twist. He watches Carlos pull away with a frown on his face and a dull ache under his ribcage.

Letting out another sigh, he looks up at the firehouse, feeling his mood sour by the second.

Today is going to be an absolute shit day.

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Unfortunately, his prediction proves to be 100% correct; his day has gone to hell in a handbasket.

With every call they get, his temper gets more and more stretched thin. Everyone on the team keeps giving him looks as his mood settles over the rest of them like a dark cloud.

They come back from their fourth call of the day, a small house fire they easily control. It shouldn’t have been a problem except for the way he keeps barking at everyone. Mateo takes the worst of it when the poor kid asks him if he’s okay. He snaps at him that he should mind his own business, startling the other guy back. Since then, no one utters a word on the ride back to the firehouse.

He jumps out of the truck before it’s completely come to a stop, his father sends him a look, but he ignores it as he heads up the stairs. If he wants to reprimand him, he’s going to have to do it as his Captain and not his father. For now, all he wants is to be alone before he says something else to one of his friends he can’t take back.

He hides in the dorm room alone; his mood is so foul even Buttercup takes one look at him and turns tail. Checking his phone, he tries to ignore the way his heart aches at the lack of texts from Carlos. It’s been seven hours since Carlos dropped him off and not a single message, it’s something he’s not used to.

He braces himself when he hears footsteps getting closer until they’re inside the dorms with him. He hears a throat clear and knows instantly who’s decided to brave his temper.

“Look, I don’t know what crawled up your ass and died today,” Judd starts, standing next to his bed, his expression is as no-nonsense as his words as he stares him down. “But your mood is putting everyone on edge. You almost made Mateo cry when you yelled at him, which pissed Marjan off. Paul is trying to cheer up Mateo and calm down Marjan with food.”

TK looks up at him silently, feeling more miserable than before, guilt mixing with the frustration he’s been feeling all day. He doesn’t know what his expression is telling Judd, but he hears the older man let out a sigh.

He watches as Judd rolls his shoulders once awkwardly before sitting down on the bed next to him.

“The captain isn’t too happy with you right now either,” Judd continues, his expression softening from annoyance to worry. “But I told him I would talk to you instead, might make it easier. So, you want to tell me what’s going on?”

TK debates staying quiet for a moment, to let all the negative feelings inside fester until they make his stomach ache.

“Come on, brother,” Judd urges him softly. “Talk to me; this isn’t like you.”

TK feels his eyes sting at the concern he hears in Judd’s voice, even though he’s been a horror all day.

“Carlos and I got into a fight last night,” he starts, licking at his dry lips, saying the words out loud makes his heart twist. Judd gives him a surprised look that makes TK chuckle humorlessly. His friend’s surprise is understandable; he and Carlos never fight. Everyone that knows them likes to make fun of how sweet they are on each other.

“What was the fight about?” Judd asks curiously, as TK tenses.

“He –,” TK starts only to stop, he exhales, shaking his head. Taking another breath, he starts to talk. He tells Judd about the romantic dinner Carlos had ready when he arrived at his place, everything wonderful as always until he asked him one simple question.

Judd looks at him long and hard, the disbelieving look on his face putting him on the defensive.

“What?” he asks sharply.

Judd raises an eyebrow at him. “I’m just trying to understand how Carlos asking you to move in with him started a fight.”

“Look, he just – “ he stumbles.

“I mean you’re already living with him,” Judd talks over him. “This is just making it official.”

TK feels his heart jump at Judd’s words; he tries to ignore how close they are to what he’s been thinking all day. “I’m not already living with him,” he argues, annoyed when Judd rolls his eyes in response.

“When was the last time you didn’t sleep at his place if you weren’t here?” Judd questions, not waiting for an answer before he’s asking another. “Or the last time you even when to your dad’s place that wasn’t just to check up on him and pick up some clothes before heading back to Carlos’?”

TK opens his mouth to argue some more, even though he knows there is nothing he can say, he knows Judd is right. Instead, he bites down hard on his lip.

Judd, in turn, looks at him with concern. “What’s going on, TK, for real?”

“I freaked out,” he says quietly, knowing it’s true now as it was true last night. Carlos had asked him to move in, the next logical step in their relationship, and it had filled TK with absolute fear. He tries to explain, to make Judd understand.

“I have been in love before,” he starts, swallowing hard as he remembers Alex and their failed relationship. “I thought we were going to be together forever, so I took the next step in our relationship in it blew up in my face,” he tells his friend, feeling the old ache. “It almost cost me my life when it ended. I love Carlos so much more than I ever loved Alex. What if I take this step, and then he leaves me too, I don’t know how I would survive that.”

Judd looks at him for a moment, and then without saying anything, pulls him towards his chest into a strong hug.

TK goes willingly, the stress of the last 24-hours coming to a breaking point as he clings to his friend.

“Shit, kid,” Judd swears softly into his hair. “It’s going to be different this time.”

“How do you know that?” he asks desperately.

Judd pulls back from the hug, making sure he looks at him. “Well, for one, Carlos is as in love with you as you are with him. I don’t know that cheating asshole ex of yours, but I know he didn’t love you like Carlos, which makes him an idiot on top of being an asshole.”

TK chuckles softly at the gruff man’s strong words.

“And two, on the off chance that I’m wrong and it doesn’t work out between you and Carlos, which I’ll eat my cowboy hat if that ever happens. You have us, your dad, and your team. You would survive because we would make sure you do,” Judd says firmly, his eyes a little wet as he looks at him. “The day we became brothers, you became my responsibility, I would make sure you survive it, okay?”

TK’s eyes burn from unshed tears as he gives Judd a wobbly nod. The weight he’s been carrying over his heart slightly lifting.

“I fucked up, didn’t I?” he questions, already knowing the answer.

Judd shrugs it off. “Carlos will forgive you, he’s crazy about you, and the team will forgive you too, you’re our loveable brat.”

“Thanks, Judd,” he says dryly, rolling his eyes even as he smiles his first smile of the day.

Judd gives one back to him, crooked and amused. “What are brothers for, man.”

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TK apologizes to his team for his behavior before he leaves for the day, like Judd predicted they forgive and tease him until he knows everything is okay between them. He leaves the firehouse feeling lighter but knows there is still one person he needs to make things right with.

Getting to Carlos’ apartment a quarter after ten, he lets himself in with his keys, shaking his head at himself. Judd was right about yet another thing, he and Carlos have been living together for months now, it just hasn’t been official.

He showers and changes into a pair of ratty sweats and one of Carlos’ oldest APD shirts, before going back to the couch. With the TV on, he lays back and waits, as his eyes grow heavy his last thought before he falls asleep is Carlos.

He wakes up to a hand cupping his cheek gently, opening his eyes, he finds warm brown eyes looking back at him softly.

“Hi, baby,” Carlos whispers to him with affection, and TK can’t help the choked sob that escapes his throat.

He wraps his arms around Carlos, tucking his face into the crook of his neck. Vaguely he feels himself be picked up and moved until he finds himself sitting on Carlos’ lap as he holds him to his chest, running his hand up and down his back as he waits for him to calm down.

A few minutes pass before he’s able to lift his head and look at Carlos. The love and worry in his eyes make TK feel both relieved and awful, especially when he takes in the dark circles under Carlos’ eyes, proof that he didn’t get much sleep either.

“I’m sorry,” he starts. It makes Carlos shake his head.

“No, I’m sorry,” he says back. “I shouldn’t have rushed you.”

TK huffs, rolling his eyes at the comment. “You didn’t, you and I both know you didn’t. We already live together, Carlos, you just wanted to make it official. It scared me, and I picked a fight, I was awful last night, and you didn’t deserve that,” he whispers, looking away in shame.

He feels Carlos’ fingers under his chin, lifting his head gently until he’s looking into his eyes again.

“What scared you, Ty?” Carlos asks him calmly.

TK takes a breath to steady his racing heart. He tells Carlos everything he told Judd. Every fear inside him pouring out until there is nothing left. When he’s done, he finds Carlos giving him a lovingly tender look.

“Oh, baby,” he sighs, pressing him back against his chest, holding him close. He feels Carlos’ lips against his temple. “You don’t ever have to worry about me leaving you.”

“You can’t promise that,” he whispers, hating how small his voice sounds.

Carlos moves back to look at him. “You’re right. I can’t promise you that,” he says seriously. “I have a dangerous job. I might not come home one day.”

TK closes his eyes for a moment at the words, his heart squeezing painfully tight.

“But willingly, Tyler?” Carlos continues, making sure his eyes are on him. “I can promise that with certainty. I will never leave you willingly.”

“Carlos – “ TK barely gets out, stifling down a sob.

“I am so in love with you, Tyler Kennedy,” Carlos tells him sternly. “Every molecule that makes me, me, is in love with you.”

Carlos cups his cheek, his thumb wiping away at a tear that rolls down his face. “I was made to love you with every part of me. I’ll never leave you.”

TK can’t stop his crying now; he shakes as Carlos holds him through it, all the while whispering in his ear how much he loves him.

When he’s finally calmed down enough to speak, he pulls back to look at Carlos. “I love you the same way,” he says softly.

Carlos smiles at him as he wipes away at his blotchy face. “I know that, baby, I know.”

“Ask me again?” he asks hopefully.

Carlos chuckles, the smile on his face bright and joyful. “TK Strand, will you move in with me?”

TK smiles back as he lets go of his fear, an all-consuming happiness replacing it. “Yes.”

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anonymous0writer · 4 years

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Saving You III JJ Maybank

Part Two: Toeing the Line

Author: @anonymous0writer

Summary: You and JJ had been best friends for as long as you lived. But the feelings that would change your status haven’t been said. Will the words ever be said?

Warnings: Parental abuse/abuse, (more in detail..) swearing.. Going into detail about emotions? I don’t know...

A/N: This one is really long bc I went back to edit and added a shit tom of detail and angst ig. Also, I tried to edit it the best I could.. Anyway, I really like this series, and I’m gonna be so sad when its done even though I’m on the second part, lol.

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There was something in the air. Maybe it was the tang of rain just before it hit. Or maybe it was the way the clouds looked a little darker than the hour before. Whatever it was, it was there. Twisting and churning feeling that sat in his gut, making his face twist in sickness. It was like stepping off a plane, the indescribable feeling of you not begin right. Like you were meant to be in the air, pressure against your ears and flying in the sky, not dropped to the ground, heavy and lost. But no matter it was, the foreboding was there. Settled into his stomach like a lithe creature, ready to strike when the moment came.

He didn’t know what it was, but it was like the calm before the storm. The crispness of the air, the sharp tang of rain about to fall, and then it hits. The consuming, hoard of dark clouds, rolling over the sky in a furious march. Clouds that left the bone quivering, earth shaking booms of thunder and the wicked crack of lightening that light up the world for a second, before plummeting it into darkness.

The storm that brought destruction and havoc and sorrow. But so elegant in the way it destroyed you didn’t even think about it until you were left with the pieces of its aftermath.

It was like a hurricane. Blowing and whipping furiously, making it way to you, eating up the miles in its path, determined to destroy everything. It was hurtling toward you, and you were powerless to stop it, only able to hunker down and let it happen.

Whatever it was it was going to bad, and it made him sick. It was a knot in his stomach that tightened and made him sicker. He leaned forward, eyebrows pressed together in worry. What the hell was going to happen today?

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Y/N batted her friends grabby hands away, laughing at the same time. JJ smirked, able to get a loose fry with his agile fingers. Y/N squawked, her lips tugging into a frown as she watched the boy munch on the food happily.

“JJ!” She called, her agitation masking the way she melted and loved that he felt so comfortable to do the simple act of stealing a fry.

The boy smirked. “I’ll let you beat me to a wave today,” The boy winked, trying to make it up to her.

Y/N hide her smile as she moved her head so her long hair slid off her shoulder, dropping in front of her face. However JJ feared that he had actually made the girl mad at him, and leaned forward, fingers subconsciously brushing her hair back, tucking the loose stands back in place.

“Are you mad at me?”

Y/N gasped softly at the feeling of the edges of JJ’s fingertips ghosting her cheek and tucking her hair behind her ear. Her throat bobbed, and her eyes flickered to meet JJ’s. But Y/N was good at recovering fast, and she giggled, pushing the boy away again,

“JJ, stop!” Her lips split, revealing a full smile that lit up her face and made the edges of her eyes wrinkle. JJ loved that smile with everything he got, and always hated the way it disappeared. So, trying to get the smile back, his fingers reached out to attack her sides in tickles.

Soon enough, Y/N was laughing madly, head thrown back and hair in her face, as she tried to take a much needed breath, her hands pushing away the relentless ones of her best friend. JJ grinned, blue eyes shining as he continued his playful assault, coaxing gasps and squeals from his best friend.

“Alright, alright! J!” Y/N gasped, and the blonde let up, allowing her to catch a breath.

Across from the best friends sat the rest of their group. Pope was staring with eyebrows raised, and John B. was smirking at the pair, while Kie was cleaning up their mess so her father wouldn’t get mad.

“You two are on crack, I swear.” John B. muttered, popping a fry in his mouth as he leaned back in his chair, tipping it slightly.

“Shut up, John B!” Y/N yelled, a mischievous smirk plastered on her sunlit face. She reached into her basket of quickly diminishing fries and hurtled one at the tall boy across from her.

A thud sounded as John B.’s chair dropped and he retaliated with a fry in Y/N’s face. The revenge blew into a full on fry fight, and the friends were laughing and ducking from the onslaught of fries headed their way.

As JJ chucked a ketchup soaked fry toward Pope, he felt so happy. His eyes wandered to see Kie and Y/N huddled together, battling away the fries raining down on them with loud rounds of laughter. He took a split second break to admire his best friend since he was eight. She was beautiful, with her laugh that made everyone join in, with her kind words and big heart and her smile that had every person that met her falling in love.

But the fun was ended by Mr. Carrera and his sharp yell through the empty restaurant.

“Hey, knock it off.” He frowned, eyes landing on his daughter. “I thought I told you not to waste my food.” He grumbled, soon focusing on cleaning a spot on the counter.

“Sorry dad.” Kie winced, and smacked Pope’s hand with a glare as he tried to pick up a fry. “It’s getting late,” She comments, looking out the window of the Wreck, watching the sun sink lower into the horizon. “If we want to catch some waves,”

“We gotta go now.” Y/N finishes for her, hands scrambling to clean up the table now littered with grease soaked fries and splotches of ketchup and mustard. “John B, come on!” She chided as the boy waited a second too long to join in the collective work to clean up.

He jumped in, but JJ held back, struck frozen by the sinking feeling in his gut. His stomach knotted, giving him the feeling he woke up with this morning.

The calm before the storm.

“JJ?” Y/N prodded, eyes finding his as her eyebrows pushed together. She stood, brushing off her cutoffs with harsh wipes of her hands. Her eyes fixated on her friend, confusing pulling her eyebrows together. “Hey, J?” Her voice cooed, calling out to the blonde.

“Shit,” The surfer muttered, taking his hat off to run a hand through his messy hair. His blue eye seemed distant, but they were wide, like a child who forgot to do a chore and their parent was soon to catch them. “Fuck, you guys I gotta dip.”

“What? Where are you-” Kie started, but the boy was already off, spiriting through the Wreck’s door. His figure jumped on his bike, and soon he sped away, gravel spewing and the blue shirt he wore fading into a small speck until it was gone from sight.

Kie sputtered, eyebrows pulling down as her lips curved into a soft frown. “What the hell was that?”

Y/N takes a second before pulling her eyes away from where JJ ran off. Worry churned in her gut, as she finally lets her eyes tear away from the scene.

“I don’t know.” She breaths, trying to quell the bad feeling.

But she knows it hopeless. She’s always had a sixth sense when JJ was in trouble. Yet this time, that horrid feeling is coupled with another. It feels like her fear of something bad happening, but you have no control of it.

To Y/N, it felt exactly like the calm before a storm.

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“You worthless piece of shit!” The screams curl into JJ’s face, stale beer and bad breath hitting him in a wave. The boy presses himself back farther, the untamed wood digging into his back. His face scrunches up, and he tries desperately to block out the words.

The words crest and break in the blonde’s ear, settling deep into his brain, and joining the other nasty words thrown at him by his father. The words shook him to the core, bone quaking, eyes swimming and blood sizzling. His anger built higher and higher, growing rapidly, morphing into a beast. Anger at his father, for the shitty life handed to him and the only thing in the refrigerator was a week old beer his father downed every day. Anger at the world, for turning its back on him, shutting him out and letting him suffer. Suffer at the hands of his father. Who couldn’t stay sober for his life. And couldn’t ease the anger towards his son either. It all came to a 360, didn’t it?

But another feeling roared in him, unable to be put out like a simple fire. This feeling was almost as powerful at his anger, close, but not quite. This feeling wasn’t powerful in the ascend. Only in the descend. The emotion, the feeling that ran through his veins, running with the anger and doubling its strength was helpless pain. It was like being too close to the edge, where you looked down, breath catching, eyes watering at the wind, heart speeding. Where even though you tried to calm yourself with ragged breaths, your heart sped up into a gallop, beating wildly in your chest cavity, palms slick with sweat and ragged breaths pulling your chest in and out. It was when your hands shook, and your eyes burned and you were so angry that it took over every sense. When the anger was the only thing. Anger at nothing and everything. Anger burning in your chest as your hands lost control, and your mind reeled. Anger that clouded your brain like a disease, so fast and quick you didn’t even realize. The feeling that brought you to your knees when it rose to its height. Where your thoughts streamed so fast you could process everything and nothing. Where your bones stopped, and you sagged, the fight escaping you like a soul to a body. The fight, the survival instinct, the anger, it all faded, leaving you to break down, mind still reeling, hands still shaking, breaths still ragged. It was that feeling. The feeling of everything in you giving up to a break down. Where your thoughts broke on you, turning against you and watching you fall apart.

“Shut up!” JJ screams back, face contorting as he tries to handle the emotions raging in his chest. They were too much. He didn’t handle emotions well, not when they were like this. Not when they exploded and raged and screamed like this. He couldn’t handle the wailing symphony of his fathers words and the feelings of pain and anger rose to a crescendo in his ears. “Just shut up!”

He was yelling. Trying to block out the orchestra in his ears. To stop the emotions beating in his chest like they were alive. To stop his fathers lying, withering words from taking root in his mind and growing like a weed. He was trying to shut everything out. Because he couldn’t handle it. Couldn’t handle the way his fathers hands never failed to hurt, and his father words never failed to sting, and the way eyes never failed to pity as they landed on the bruises that seemed like permanent markings on his skin.

Luke’s fist slams into his son’s cheek, filed by rage and the abundance of alcohol. The hit sent JJ sideways, knees slamming into the floor with a hard thud as pain split across his face like a rapid spiderweb. It worked it’s way into every fiber of his face, searing and never ending. His jaw clenches, sending another wave of pain through his body, making his brain go fuzzy as his vision danced. His mind was slipping, trying to process the amount of pain, but failing to do so.

But magically, it cleared. The fog dispersed and gave way to sharp images, sending the boy back into reality, where his fathers fists were too real and the pain was too clear. But the haze only cleared to let another emotion peek through as he heard it. Heard the sound of gravel crunching under tires and brakes squeaking as the engine rumbled, dying. Pain slithered away into the corners of his brain to give way to a more powerful emotion. Fear. Fear because he knew exactly whose there’s that care belonged to. Knew exactly the way the gravel surrendered under the weight of a certain tire. Of a certain car. The car belonged to her. Y/N.

She was here, knowing something was terribly wrong the second the boy stopped reveling in the childish food fight. Because she always did. Her gut always twisted a certain way, giving her a bad feeling that never faded until she investigated. She always seemed to know when he was in trouble and came running, eager to ease the feeling and help. She’d gotten that sense the moment the boys eyes landed on her all those years back. It was a gift. A gift, a connection between two people who’s love ran deeper than blood and deeper than words itself. But in most cases, the gift was a curse. Because every time her gut twisted that way, or she’d frown because she felt undeniably wrong, JJ was hurt, beaten bloody by his own father. Most of the time she showed up when Luke was passed out drunk on the couch, chest rising in falling in a drunken slumber, JJ visiting a world of pain on the floor or gripping his head like it was going to burst as he sat, door locked in his bedroom. But now she’d shown up when Luke was towering over the blonde, words bellowing out of his heaving chest.

“No,” JJ whispers, fear spiking in his chest, hitting a certain place in his heart. Everything- the anger, the helplessness, the crescendo of wails and words screamed by his father- died. Faded into the background to bow to the new comer. Fear. Not fear of his father. Not fear that his father would go too far and actually kill him. Not it wasn’t fear for him. This fear was for his best friend. His bright eyed, smiling friend who he’d fallen in love with,

His fear was for Y/N. Fear that she’d get hurt. And if she got hurt- JJ wouldn’t even allow the thought to fully develop or form into a real sentence. He couldn’t- wouldn’t go there. The thought brought too many already present emotions and more to the front.

As the surfer tried to scramble away, the pads of his fingers digging into the fought grain of the wooden floor, he was grabbed. Luke flipped JJ over, hands rough, and words hitting JJ’s ear, making the boy flinch. Fists started raining down on his face, head smashed into the worn floorboards of the house. The blondes eyes fluttered shut, his brain threatening to stop. JJ was in too much pain, his mind clouded and vision swimming to hear the porch door and the main door smack open. It was too late. Too late to get up, shove his dad off and beg Y/N to leave, let his father run his course. But pain was a powerful thing, leaving JJ prone on the floor as the door to the house of pain opened to reveal Y/N.

“Stop!” Her screams ran through the air, snapping her best friend out of his haze of misery. “What are you doing?” Her voice wavered, breaking as it gave away to fear and distress. Worry seeped into the words, making her cries desperate.

The boy on the floor groans, heat splitting in pain as he moves, picking himself up. He stumbles, knees threatening to give way, and face bruised and bloody. His lips are cracked and parted, blood leaking from an open wound, thick and dark. His cheek is swollen, red and puffy with purple blooming across it like a wildfire. It was like the purple of the fading sunset, elegant and soft for such an alarming, pain filled color. A cut mars his right eyebrow, breaking up the symmetry of his abuse. His eyes are sad, the azure color dulled and faded, weak without the light of his usual smile or carefree laugh. His lips don’t tug into a flirty smirk, but frown in a soft, giving up manner.

When he opens his mouth, he finds his might too dry and throat too clogged to speak. So he tried again, voice hoarse and broken. “Get out of here!” He begs, fear and desperation thick in his rough voice. His pleas reach his friend, sounding harsher than he intended. Subconsciously, the JJ places himself in front of Y/N and his seething father. His hands are still shaking, weak and bruised as he holds them up, trying to keep his fathers hands of misery away from the perfect light of his best friend.

“What is she doing her?” Luke barks, his voice rapsy with the gruffness of a man with only anger and cheap alcohol in his blood can obtain.

“I’m gonna get her out dad. Alright? We’re gonna leave.” JJ’s hands shake more as he plays mediator, eyes beseeching his unforgiving father. He swallows the lump in his throat, trying to quell the soreness. He’s begging. Begging with his father to let them go- or at least Y/N. And begging with his best friend to leave, leave so his father can keep his reign of terror focused on the blonde and not her.

“You’re not leaving!” Luke thundered, brows glaring down as he surveyed the two kids. His stained tank top lifted at uneven intervals as his chest heaved, ragged breaths pulling in and out of his frowning mouth. His lips were screwed into a disgust filled sneer.

But Y/N wasn’t having it. JJ’s cerulean eyes flickered to meet hers, seeing them spark with fire and sadness. A combination her best friend knew too well. So, with a rare surge of bravery, fear and adrenaline coursing through her veins at the best of her thundering heart, she stepped forward. Her feet groaned against the wood as she went forward, short, quiet gasps falling from her dry lips. She was now exposed to Luke’s fury. JJ was no longer in front of her, protecting her. And it was her own doing.

“Stop it! He doesn’t deserve it.” Y/N’s voice was ragged, seeping with desperation as she begged with the inconsolable man in front of her.

JJ’s heart twisted at the words, squeezing painfully as it hammered against his bruised ribs. Breath caught, he stopped, but he was too late. He wasn’t in front of her in time, wasn’t meditating like he was begging for life. He was too late. Luke’s hand was already flying, and the loud sound of skin hitting skin filled the room. The sound was enough to make JJ flinch, a smack and cry sounding. The cry ripping from a familiar throat, provoked by the shock and pain. Y/N fell, the power of the slap sending her to her knees. She hit the floor, ground thundering as her hands flew to her cheek. Her fingers were gentle, exploring the source of pain now stinging across her face.

JJ was positive that he could hear his heart crack. Positive that the sound of it was breaking wasn’t only in his ears, adding to the decrescendo of wails and words in his ears. The boy was sure, if you looked hard enough, you could see the soft, yet strong webbing of his heart break and fall into tiny, sharp pieces, lost in his rib cage.

“Dad!” He screamed, shock forcing the words from his constricted throat. His ocean eyes brimming with tears and clouding his vision as he watched you gasp, red blooming fast on your cheek from where his father hit you. His father. Leaving his own abuse mark. On you. On the one person JJ cared about more than himself. On the one person he wouldn’t think twice about giving his life for. On the one person he promised nothing would happen to. On the one person he loved with every bit of his fucked up self.

He broke his gaze on your to look at his father. Despite his mind still trying to process everything- everything from the downhill spiral of his roaring emotions and the increased climb of his pain- he thought fast. Quicksilver. Turning to his father, he put his hands- now less shaky- up in surrender. His cerulean eyes were back to begging. “Alright.. We’re leaving. I’m getting her out of here, alright?”

Luke’s lips curled into a sneer, and he spit on the floor, eyes hard and filled with disgust and to JJ’s relief, disinterest. His father turned away, searching for a beer like a lost man at sea for land. Once he was sure, his fathers mind was only on the cheap alcohol littering the house, JJ spun, eyes zoning in on his best friend. His blue eyes locked on your figure.

Breathing her name in a ragged whisper, JJ dropped to his knees next to her, ignoring the pain exploding like rouge fireworks in every part of his body. The wince didn’t hide the pain, but the boy was used to hiding. He ignored his pain, lips pressed together in a thin, determined line. Because the bruised ribs and face that were throbbing and screaming were nothing compared to the way his heart broke and seized at seeing you fall victim to his fathers vicious hands.

“Hey,” He whispered, voice barely audible as he called out to his friend. His fingers reached, touching the soft underside of her jaw as his hands cupped Y/N’s cheeks like they were glass.

Y/N’s heart ached at the way JJ cupped her face. Like she was so fragile and could break with the slightest pressure. Like he didn’t want to hurt her, and only craved to protect her. Alike he was sorry, and he couldn’t convey it in words, so he tried in touch. Like he was heartbroken over seeing her like this.

JJ’s eyes swam with unshed tears as they pooled. His attentive eyes saw the familiar welt form on your cheek bloom like a flower in spring. The welt was big and angry, making the boy clench his jaw tightly. His nostrils flared as his ears registered the gasp falling from your parted lips and the hurt look in your eyes.

And he realized. The bad feeling this morning. The creature settling in his gut, waiting to strike. The feeling that reminded JJ of the times a hurricane would be broadcasted on the TV screen, the brightness of the pictures blaring and the detached voices of newscasters loud. This, this right here- his best friend sitting on the floor, bruising cheek cradled in his rough hands, both of them victims of his father- was the foreboding in his gut in the early morning.

Before- that was the calm before the storm.

And this- this was worse. This was the crashing of the waves after cresting to a scary height. This was the raging wind, coupled with the stabbing rain. This was the crescendo of the deafening music where you covered your ears with your hands, eyes squeezed shut. This was the sharp crack of lighting exploding across the night cry. This was the moment where all the fight left your body, leaving you empty and hollow, a husk of your emotions. This was the silent scream of mind tearing pain. This was the rising panic in your chest. This was the feeling of seeing Y/N and her abuse. This was the feeling of helplessness as you looked up, neck craning back as your eyes tracked the rising wave, fear heavy in your chest as your realized your fate and there was nothing you could do about it.

This was the storm.

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evakuality · 4 years

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Allie about the touching hc thing. Would you be willing to write something small about it? About the part where they are mad at each other, lying in bed but just can't stand being apart and in the end David is just like screw it come here?

Okay so this is presumably in response to the little headcanon I got over here. It gave me a bit to think about, mostly because I haven’t really considered what ‘being mad at each other’ would look like in them. Anyway, this prompt also gave me much to think about. So here is a ‘small’ bit (lol as if I ever do anything truly ‘small’) in inspiration.

Unnatural

Holding himself rigid, David has his back turned firmly away from Matteo. He’s not even really sure what they were arguing about; it started from something innocuous and just seemed to spiral. All he knows is that he’s pissed off. And normally when he’s feeling this way he leaves, takes a few minutes to cool off by himself, feet pounding an angry rhythm on the roads around their home.

Unfortunately today it’s too late for any of that sort of thing, and he was already in his sleep clothes. So he’d gone to bed instead, hoping Matteo would get the hint and stay up a bit. Instead, here he is in bed, listening to Matteo’s equally huffy thumps as he gets himself comfortable. The covers rustle, jarring a little off David’s body and he clutches them tight in an attempt to keep them from slipping off his side. He hisses his irritation, hears an equally irritated mutter from behind him.

David can tell, from too many months to count of sharing the same space, that Matteo is lying on his side, probably facing away from David. He can picture it in his mind’s eye: the two of them with stiff backs and tense fingers gripping the covers, a wide expanse between them. Even in his mind, the picture feels wrong. Off kilter, as if there’s something completely wrong with the universe.

He can hear Laura’s admonishments in his head as well. Never go to bed angry. Talk out your issues before they fester. Don’t be a complete fucking doofus. David huffs. She’s right, and he knows she’s right. The blistering, righteous sense of he should just listen to me, has faded anyway. In its place is that growing sense of something wrong. That lying like this, with what may as well be a chasm between them, is tilting everything off its natural path.

Fuck it, he thinks.

He turns, looks at the stiff back of his boyfriend, the unnatural distance between them, and a tiny laugh escapes. This is so ridiculous. He reaches out, runs his fingers along the ridge of Matteo’s back, figuring that if he really wants to stay like this he’ll move away, flinch out of David’s reach. He doesn’t. There’s the smallest press back against his fingers.

“I’m sorry,” David says quietly. “I don’t even know why I’m so pissed off.”

That elicits a tiny, amused snort and Matteo scoots back a little, lessening the distance even further. “I don’t know. Something about things being in the wrong place.”

David sniggers at that, leans forward to bury his nose in the space where Matteo’s back meets his neck. It smells nice, like home. “Nope,” he breathes, “that doesn’t sound right. I’d never be this mad about that.”

His arm snakes around so he can tangle his fingers in Matteo’s, who pulls David’s hand in to hold it tightly against his chest. “You’d be exactly this mad,” Matteo says, squeezing his hand. There’s a long pause, then he adds, “I’m sorry too. I’ll try to do better.”

He means, David knows, that he’ll try not to do things that will get on David's nerves when he’s already stressed, particularly teasing and pranks. David can’t even really remember what the problem was this time; it’s obviously not anything huge, nothing that deserves the kind of distance David had tried to make. So he kisses Matteo’s back, turns his head to get comfortable for sleep, and whispers, “I know. It’s okay.”

And it really is okay. This happens sometimes. There are sometimes small moments of the day when things get too much and they lash out, throwing out burning words that fire them up even though both of them know they don’t mean them. Words that express some of the frustrations of living in a space with another person after so long alone. Words that are drawn from frustration or stress or pain. Words that should be examined and discussed not thrown out like bombs.

They’ve never really gone to bed like this before. Normally those short walks or runs to clear his head ensure that David is able to talk more easily when he returns and they’ve always sorted whatever the problem is before they slept. But this experience was enough for him to realise that it’s actually okay. He doesn’t have to run away physically like that. The cool down can still happen, and they can work through whatever the problem is later.

Matteo’s fingers squeeze his again, and David smiles. “I’ll try to do better too,” he says. He means, and he’s sure Matteo knows, that he’ll try not to get so worked up about stupid things, that he’ll try to talk about any stresses he feels before he takes it out on Matteo. He’ll try not to let his issues get to a point where the small things matter.

He means, he never wants to go to bed like this again. He means he’ll do whatever he can to deal with things before they end up like this again. Even if it was only for a few minutes, it felt like far too long. The canyon between them such a visible expression of how wrong it all was.

This is where they should be, even after an argument. Together, on the same page. With things to work out, but with an understanding that they can work them out.

Touching, feeling each other’s heartbeats. Whatever else is going on, that’s a constant: being close to Matteo is natural. Everything else can be dealt with if they’ve got that part sorted.

#druck #my ask stuff #my prompt stuff #Anonymous

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monst · 4 years

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Omg omg omg. Pls. Feed us league of villains with their s/o’s wild ass family on thanksgiving. I’m sorry i need this in my life and you seemed like the best Person in the world to write this. I give you my soul. I give it to you. Take it.

Lol thank you for your soul but, I really don’t know where to store it……

It’s a Mad house!

LOV Members that make an appearance – Shigaraki, Dabi, Toga, Spinner, Kurogiri, Twice, Compress, and You!!

Warnings: Pure ridiculousness, suggestive comments?, cursing but you guys know that. And crude/dark jokes. - Also, I know you wanted the LOV with their s/o but it wasn’t specific. Which members did you want? All of them? Including those that were arrested? (Or died…) New faces in the PLF? Also, it’s kinda thanksgiving today I really would have liked more time to do this, so I hope you don’t mind If I tweak your request a bit since I don’t want to put out tomorrow or ignore it. Basically it’s rushed... (Pls forgive me for the mistakes and typos I wrote most of this on my phone since my laptop died,…)

Inviting the league over to your place for thanksgiving.

You had been in the league for a while now. A strong competent member who always prioritized the mission. Just like a few of the other members you had joined the league under the impression that they were carrying out Stain’s vision. You quickly found out that that wasn’t the case. You could have left but the days spent in the dingy pub surrounded by them grew on you and, you couldn’t imagine your life without them anymore.

The league was more than just a job, or you listening to your rat boss. They were family now, especially with what you all had been through. Now that wasn't to say that you had no blood relatives but, it was nothing as tight nit as your relationship with the league. However, out of common courtesy you would visit them during the holidays.

Thanksgiving was one of said holidays. And when you had asked Shiragaki for the day off he wasn't exactly pleased. He made it clear that he didn't want you to go and stated his resentment of the holiday. Until you had invited him over….. You really didn't want to hear your family complain about you not going and Shiragaki had finally agreed after your invitation. It was the lesser evil right???

Wrong. Shiragaki blabbed to everyone while you guys were hanging in the bar the Wednesday before Turkey day. "Kurogiri. Attend to all that needs to be done tomorrow." And, when asked why; he had the smuggest of grins on his face "I was invited to a Thanksgiving dinner. Unlike you (Name) and I have plans."

They were the words to start a war. Toga immediately coming up to you to complain about how you hadn't invited her and how unfair it was. Spinners eyes squinted at you in contempt and Dabi was unfiltered as always. "Tryna get brownie points huh? (Name) sure 'Thanksgiving dinner' if you guys wanted to fuck tomorrow you could have used a better excuse. Your obviously lying doll as if you'd have-" He was cut off by one of the more rational members. "Your jealousy is rolling off in waves." Compress cut off.

Sadly it only got worse. "Why is it a problem if we weren't invited? Your such an asshole why him?" Twice had interjected. The bar was so loud you actually feared heroes would be called and the league would be arrested. That would be a shitty way to lose to the heroes. Arguing about Thanksgiving no less……

Finally the most respected member spoke. Kurogiri easily diffused the situation and you don't know how but it ended with you inviting them all over….. It was gonna be a blast! You tried convincing yourself drowning down another shot. Maybe if you drank enough you'd get alcohol poisoning and be exempted from attending….

When you arrived at your family's apartment you were received normally. "Got any cash kiddo?" "Did you finally get a man?" "You look like shit what have you been doing?" "Wanna smoke a blunt later?" And your personal favorite "Why are you dressed like a cheap whore? All were doing is eating and making sure your uncle doesn't get wasted and feel up the neighbor again."

The table was already set. All the food spread out hazardously on the table some plates threatening to soil the floor with a swan dive. Still there was no sign of any of your friends. You hoped they wouldn't come but as luck would have it just as you were about to sit a sharp knock echoed on the door. "Is that Karl?" "No you idiot he was arrested last week for arson. (Name) here invited friends as if we needed any more mouths to feed." You could almost cry.

When the door was finally opened your impatient boss's face was the first thing you saw. You couldn't help the smile on your face. He had actually made an effort in presenting himself. Kurogiri was with him and you thanked the world for allowing Kurogiri life since he was smart enough not to come empty handed. The smile was immediately wiped off your face when you noticed how your uncle was eyeing Shiragaki. Lord if that man spoke you had no doubt that Shiragaki would level the place. So you rushed to introduce them. "Hey! Thanks for coming! Guys this is my boss! You know the very distinguished, powerful, lots of money type boss." You hissed with narrowed eyes hoping they got the message.

Your aunt sure did. "What a handsome mist man. Is this your son? He's ...quite the looker!" She wasted no time in pulling her shirt lower to show her cleavage winking at a mifted Kurogiri. Polite as ever he corrected her saying that Shiragaki was his ward and the original boss of the 'company' he also gave them the very expensive bottles of liquor he had brought in.

You quickly received an elbow to your ribs once they were seated. Your aunt narrowed her eyes down at you whispering advice to you harshly about how you should seduce your boss….

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. Jolting when the door was knocked again…. There stood a well dressed Dabi, Toga and Spinner. This time your male cousin spoke. "Why the fuck do you look like a shitty version of Sally from the nightmare before Christmas." You paled fearing that he'd burn your favorite cuz to a crisp. All was silent until Shiragaki snorted prompting everyone to laugh. Your cousin rolled his eyes at his mother's awful cackle. Awkward chuckles left you. You felt cold sweat start to form. How the hell were you to survive the rest of the dinner???

Your female cousin eyed Toga down a scowl on her face. She upturned her nose when the blond sat across from her. Toga stroked the silverware on the table and you felt sweat trickle down your forehead. This family dinner was going to end in a mascare. "Oh (Name) never mentioned they had such a cute cousin." Toga beamed at the girl. You shot your female cousin 'the look's and she rolled her eyes and placed a fake smile on her face allowing you to breathe easy as Toga stopped her knife stroking.

"So fucked up Sally what happened to you." Your unfiltered cousin asked. The smirk on Dabi's face was giving you anxiety and you caught a break as Spinner interrupted with a simple two word answer. "Fire accident." Dabi just rolled his eyes wrinkling his nose in disgust as your aunt flirted with Kurogiri. Sadly dinner didn't go smoothly since your uncle decided to open the hole that was his mouth.

“I’ve heard lizards have to dicks that true? Bet ya it’s really good when your with the ladies. If they wanna be with ya since your face-” He was cut off by you slamming down your hand on the table. You sent him a heated glare making him roll his eyes and pipe down. That was when you looked to the side and noticed your female cousin eyeing Dabi…. Then he made a gross hand gesture… the finger in the ring one…….

Was it too late to quit the league? Sadly you didn’t get to entertain the thought because hopefully for the last time the door was being knocked on. You had to get away so you opened the door to a well Dressed Mr. Compress and Twice. Before you could greet them your aunt zoned in on Mr. Compress and quickly shoved you away making Twice jump back in horror.

“(Name) you never told me you had such nice rich friends.” She cooed latching onto his arm to sit him on her side so she was sandwiched between Kurogiri and him. You sent Twice an apologetic glance. When you all FINALLY sat down to eat things were a bit more tame. Until comments on the food were thrown around.

“Is the food to your liking Tomura?” Kurogiri asked. Your boss just nodded not bothering to answer. Hell he didn’t care at all that your family consisted of a bunch of loons he was getting food. It was getting to be a bit scarce due to the restriction of their budget. Shiragaki came for one thing and one thing only; the food.

“This is really good! Tastes like shit!” Twice had chimed in prompting an argument. It consisted of how your uncle was a shit cook who mashed the potatoes wrong to how it was your aunt who made the turkey. Kurogiri and Mr. Compress only shared an amused look as she boasted about herself. Both knowing that she was obviously mistaken on their wealth.

You shot Dabi a look when he had excused himself to use the bathroom. It also wasn’t long before your female cousin had said she was going to go check on him…. That was thirty minutes ago……

Toga entertained herself by watching you suffer. Every time a family member of yours did or said something embarrassing she’d look to you and laugh. Your expressions were so funny. Especially when your aunt kept insinuating you hook up with Shigaraki the heir.. “I wish Big sis Magne was still here. She would have loved this!”

Your male cousin took a quick interest in Spinner after an interesting chat while you had dinner. They both sat on the couch as Spinner explained the process of molting. You sent him a teasing grin when he moved closer to Spinner in fascination. “Okay so I know you’ve got to dicks and, you molt but are you also affected by the temperature?” Needless to say Spinner was quite content with the attention.

You sat with Toga who was now glued to her phone since everything had seemed to calm down. You were both surprised and relieved. You had expected things to be much worse. With a full stomach you moved from Toga’s side to sit next to a full and sleepy Shigaraki. “So… how as it?” You asked. “The food wasn’t terrible. You get together with them every holiday right?” You nodded. “Good, because you're also inviting me for Christmas.”

Watching the league play nice with your family was oddly filling. Your blood relatives getting along with your other ‘family’. Well that was what this holiday was about right? Getting together with friends and family and making the most of- Your train of thought was cut off as silence filled the room. Your uncle was halfway out the door, you knew he was heading to the neighbors apartment obviously drunk but- “Fuck! Uncle! Where the hell are your clothes!!!”

It’s still thanksgiving for some of you so

Happy Thanksgiving!!!

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i-growl-growl-growl · 5 years

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nct yandere reaction to you finally falling in love with them after they had kidnapped you👀👀 ty!!

Taeil: It was three months into the relationship, reciprocated, when Taeil decided that now would be the perfect time to let you have your final source of freedom. He disconnected all of the password locks to the internet and bought you a new phone, He installed all sorts of social media apps onto it and let you create accounts for them or unlock the ones that you had already had. He was happy that he could finally trust you 100% and wanted to remember this day forever so he called you over to him and led you to the bedroom. He opened up one of your apps and started a live recording to post to your accounts. Both of you plopped down on the bed together and talked to your friends and family for the rest of the day until you got tired and fell asleep.

“Hey everyone! I’m here with my one and only. Today is a very special day for them, we can’t tell you why exactly but we’re both sure that some of you have finally noticed that they’re ‘back from the social media apocolypse’. They’re looking forward to catching up with everyone and I hope that you will support them and welcome them back to the social media world.”

Taeyong: If there’s one thing that he loves just as much as he loves you it’s those late night walks that he’d always take. He loved them even more now though because you were allowed to tag along with him and keep him company. Most nights both of you would remain silent and just listen to the music that would play from your shared pair of earphones. Despite the proof that you’ve given him that you’re completely and utterly in love with him, Taeyong still wouldn’t let you out during the day, at least for now that is, but he knew you didn’t mind since getting some fresh air during the night was one way for you two to share more time together and you weren’t completely hidden away from the world. He wouldn’t like it if you stopped to chat to other late night walkers or joggers but allowing you to leave the house was one way that he could show you that he was happy that you were finally coming around and learning to enjoy his company as much as he enjoyed yours.

“the stars are out tonight, have you noticed that y/n? It beautiful isn’t it? Yes, but not even the most beautiful city lights or the brightest stars shining in the sky can compare to how gorgeous you are.”

Johnny: The first thing Johnny would do once he knew that you were 100% actually in love with him now is take you to a combined ice cream and candy shop. You knew how much you loved sweets and, considering you hadn’t had any since he kidnapped you, he thought that this would be a perfect way to display his gratitude towards being in a functional relationship now. Unfortunately, this man will occasionally drop his mannerisms, especially when he’s excited like this, and he’d begin eating his ice cream as soon as he received it while you’d still have to wait for yours. He’d stop once he was on his tenth lick and see that you were still ice cream-less and offer you a lick of his.

“your ice cream still isn’t here? What, did the workers have to go to the back and milk the cow fresh for you? Gosh y/n, so demanding lol. Here, have some of mine, it’s salted caramel.”

Yuta: He may still be a possessive, manipulative and sadistic *sshole from time to time but his darling will definitely be able to see a drastic difference in his behavior and treatment towards them once they start showing signs of being in love with him. He’ll become much more cuddly and all-around affectionate to you. One quirk that his s/o will notice that he has is that he’ll enjoy rubbing his head up against yours as a sign that he wants your attention, he’ll also become more whiny because he’s such an attention whore (especially when he allows his friends to come over and he sees you talking to them). Yuta will be the hardest yandere to earn trust from so his s/o will still be locked up in the house but he’ll allow them to surf the internet, so long as he’s nearby to monitor everything they look up. One thing that his darling should know is that, no matter how well behaved they become, Yuta will still hurt them every once in a while (like XiaJun), he’ll use it as a lesson to his s/o that he could be treating them worse so they should be thankful that he has noticed their feeling for him.

“y/N-ah!!!! Pay attention to me!!!!! You’ve been talking to RenJun all night!” *rubs his head against yours* “y/n-ah, y/n-AH!” *gets close to your face and whispers in your ear* “you’re going to pay for this once everyone leaves, how dare you ignore me like this”

Kun: Kun will celebrate by cooking with you as often as possible. It’s a great way for both of you to be close and learn to work together. He wants everything to be a team/couple effort between you two so don’t expect to go out for meals or order in often. To show you that he loves you to the moon and back, he’ll always ask you what you want for to eat and that’s what you’ll both end up cooking together, however, if you’re indecisive then he’ll come up with a meal right on the spot, one that infuses some of your favorite dishes together to make one master dish that both of you will absolutely love. If there’s a dish that you want to eat that he doesn’t know how to make on his own, then he ask you to make it (if you know how to make it) and he’ll watch intently so that he can make it for you next time.

“let’s have taco tonight. I know it’s been a while since you’ve had any of those and they sound amazing right now. Is there’s anything that you’d want to go with them? What about any ingredients that you want to leave out/ I know cilantro is put in tacos sometimes, are you one of those people who have cilantro or do you like it?”

Doyoung: When you begin to show signs of loving him, Doyoung will be ecstatic. He’ll hug you and tell you how happy he is that he’ll no longer have to scare you or hurt you into ‘loving him’. He’ll be so happy that it may bring him to tears. He won’t want you to see if he begins crying so he’ll hug you from behind and cry into your shoulder. He’s dreamt of this day for so long that it seemed like it’d never actually come true, but now, here he is hugging you after hearing your confession over loving him.

“y/n-ah. I love you so much! I’m so glad we can be together like a normal couple now! You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this day to come. I can’t believe it, you finally love me now. I love you so much babe!”

Ten: He’ll have to grow accustomed over your growing signs of affection for him since he never actually thought that you’d ever really fall in love with him. Ten had been so prepared to have to manipulate you all the time that seeing you fall for him continuously throws him throw many loops that he isn’t quite sure how to deal with. As time goes on he’ll open up to you more and see you as his honest to god s/o rather than a victim.

“I’m glad you’ve learned to love me. To be quite honest with you, it was exhausting having to manipulate you all of the time. I’m so glad I won’t have to do that now.”

Jaehyun: He’ll be one of those yanderes who brings up the past just to test your honesty about loving him. He’ll ask you about your friends and family and tell you possible scenarios of where you could be right now, how much better your life could be, how many friends you could have right now, etc. As he cuddles you from behind he’ll whisper in you ear about things that he knows you miss just to see if you’ll break this possible facade of yours. Once he knows that your feeling are true, his test will die down a bit but he’ll still bring up ‘what if’ cases every now and again before telling you that even if he hadn’t of gotten his hands on you, he still would’ve found a way to be in your life somehow.

“you could be at home with your family celebrating the holidays, you may have even brought an s/o with you that loves you dearly but instead you’re here with me. How odes that make you feel y/n? Are you sure you love me? I’ve ruined a lot of possibilities for you. Are you sure you’re not mad at me for doing this to you?…. Well, even if you are and this is just an act, there’s nothing you can do about it. It is what it is. You’re with me and you always will be. I love you”

WinWin: WinWin had hated keeping you locked up in the house like some sort of animal at the zoo after he had first kidnapped you. He always wanted to see you happy and healthy, enjoying life to its fullest and he knew that keeping you pent up all of the time was going to hurt you more than help you. He could see the fire in your eyes dying and your lust for life draining with each passing week that he had to keep you away from civilization so when you finally came around and started loving him he was ecstatic! He could finally let you out of the apartment and let you live the life that you desire, with him. The first thing he’d do after letting you out for the first time is take you downtown and go shopping with you, buying you something from every shop and street stand that you chose to stop by after grabbing a drink from your favorite cafe.

“y/n, look at this jewelry stand! Aren’t these amazing? Each piece is so beautiful, just like you.” *looks up at you* “you should chose one! I want to buy one for you.”

Jungwoo: Your affection is all that Jungwoo has wanted all along. He hated fighting with you and punishments were always something he hated with a burning passion. After kidnapping you, he believed that showing you how much he loves you from the get go would help you transition into your new life with him. Fortunately, that belief seemed to be right since it only took you a few months before you caved in and grew to reciprocate his affections. He’d, take you out to the gazebo that he put in the backyard just for you and confess how happy he was to finally have every part of you to himself, including your heart.

“I got us matching lollipops y/n. I hope you like the flavor, it’s creamsicle. I got it because it reminded me of our love for each other, it’s sweet and the more you eat it the sweeter it gets. It also starts out a bit rough because the flavor is strong but, as you get used to it, the flavor is soothing. I would’ve bought actual creamsicles but they they don’t last long and since these are being used as a metaphor of our love, I wanted something that would last longer so I got these instead. I love you y/n! Here’s to us.”

Lucas: Couple feeding couple feeding couple feeding! You always refused back when you were a resistant brat but now, now Lucas could enjoy this with you and watch you smile every time he’d lift a fork or spoon filled with food up to your face. What he loved even more is that you’d do it with him as well. At first he was worried that doing it during every meal would get old and you’d become reluctant again but he had been proven wrong, you loved it and looked forward to it. One time he nearly forgot to couple feed with you and you through a fit! At first, his first response was to punish you but he managed to hold back and find the cuteness of it as he realized that this was a small sign that you loved him and wanted to share everything with him now.

“babe, try this cake! It’s delicious! Let me try some of yours, you know I love chocolate.”

Mark: Oh My God!!!! once his darling falls in love with him it’s kisses for days for them. Every chance he’ll get, Mark will kiss you. Whether it’s on the cheek, neck, forehead, lips, or anywhere else, he’ll kiss them every time he looks at them. He won’t expect kisses back at first since he knows that you’re still a bit hesitant about being with him, but once you’re fully enamored, he’ll look forward to being kissed back no matter how or where. Mark will love kissing you in public the most since that’s his chance to show everyone that everything has worked out and nothing can separate either of you from each other.

“y/n, come here” *kisses you* “I have a gift for you” *kisses you again* “do you like it?” *kisses you* “please tell me you do”

XiaoJun: It’ll weird him out at first, not having to keep you tied up or locked up and not having to deal with catching you after you try to escape. Once you fall in love with him and are compliant to his whims, XiaoJun will have to fight his suspicions that this is all just a show for you to bide some time and come up with your next escape plan. It’ll take a while before his suspicions die down and he realizes that every kiss that you give him, every cuddle session you initiate, and every other form of bonding that you show him is honest. Unfortunately, XiaoJun is so set in his ways that he’ll occasionally have to be harsh with you and let some of that sadist side of him out regardless of you growing love for him. For some reason, this will mostly take place when you two are watching movies together on the couch, avoid horror movie (specifically torture porn movies like Saw and Hostel franchise…which are his favorite) because these will be the movies that make his loving side turn into his sadist side.

“Hey y/n, do you remember when I’d have to keep you tied up to a chair like that? Those were good times weren’t they? Not as good as now, I prefer to have you cuddled up against me like this but, I have to admit, I do miss seeing that fear in your eyes every once in a while.”

Hendery: Hendery will drop the sadistic aspects of himself for you the more you cave in and grow to love him the way you should but he’ll still be manipulative, especially when he thinks that you’re doing this just to have more freedom around the house. He’ll constantly be asking you if you really love him because he knows that the more he drills it into your head that you should say that you do, the more you’ll actually begin loving him for real. Once he notices that your feeling for him are true, he’ll be nicer to you by unlocking the chain from your leg that keeps you locked-up to the bed and he’ll allow you to chose some of the movies that the two of you watch. He won’t let you outside but he’ll unlock one of the windows just enough for a small breeze to get in through the house so that you won’t feel so pent up all of the time. It’s the small things that count when it comes to him showing his appreciation towards your shared feeling for each other.

“so what movie do you want to watch today y/n? I was thinking sci-fi….. oh romance? You want to watch a romance? Ok, I like that idea better. Good choice”

RenJun: Similar to Yuta and XiaoJun (minus the manipulation and sadism) RenJun will be a bit hesitant to believe that you’ve actually fallen in love with him now but he’ll become more affectionate to you as a sign of appreciation. After all of your attempts to escape, he won’t trust you to be outside on your own but, if he’s with you or if you’re with HIS friends (the select few that he trust to be with you without him by your side) he’ll allow you to get some fresh air however, he’ll give you specific instructions on what you’re not allowed to talk about or do and he’ll also expect you to be home by a certain time, if you break any of his rules then he’ll take away your privileges, and no- he wouldn’t care if that caused you to fall out of love with him because he knows that oyu’d have no choice but to re-fall in love with him again since you’re stuck with him forever and for all eternity.

“babe, I trust you to listen to Jeno and Jaemin when you go out. Don’t listen to Chenle, Jaemin and especially not Haechan though, I know they’ll try to cause trouble and you don’t want to be in trouble do you? No? That’s what I though, now be good and have fun, I expect you back here by nine.”

Jeno: Cuddlescuddlescuddlescuddlescuddlescuddlescuddles! dear god, if his darling though he was clingy before then they’d be in for a huge surprise after they make it clear that they love him back. He’ll cuddle up to you every chance you get and mumble on and on about how happy he is to have you in his life. He’ll be the most cuddly when he takes you out to the park for a picnic. Something about the way the light shines on your face and the slight breeze wisps your hair around makes him go suddenly cuddle crazy. He’ll scoot up to you from behind and wrap his arms around your waist then rest his head against your shoulders and he probably won’t let go until after the two of you have watched the sun set together.

“Isn’t this wonderful y/n? You and me together like we should be. This is exactly how things should be. I’m so happy that we love each other. I have no idea what I’d do without you.”

Haechan: Another yandere who becomes a kiss crazy baby. The only difference between Mark’s affection with his darling and Haechan’s affection towards you is that Haechan is much more ‘forceful’ with his kisses. If you two are out in public he’ll kiss you anytime someone looks in your direction. Luckily for him, he’ll believe that you won’t mind it all that much since you love him now but, if you do pull back or tell him to stop, don’t expect him to listen. The times that he’ll become most kiss-crazy with you is when you’re both invited over to a friend’s party and he sees anyone trying to get close to you, especially if that person is another guy. He’ll march up to where the two of you are and he’ll plant a large kiss on your lips while looking at the other person as a sign to back off because you’re his.

“I don’t like the way Jisung’s looking at you babe so come here.” *kisses you while you’re in the middle of eating some food*

Jaemin: He has always been so flirtatious but everyone knows that he’d up it to level 60000000 as soon as his s/o showed any signs of falling in love for him. He’d love driving you crazy with all of his flirtatious advances. You’d begin to understand why Jeno is always so annoyed and disgusted with him. From things as simple as making you sit on his lap to downright giving you the greasiest or dumbest ‘pick-up’ lines he can come up with, he make sure that his s/o know that he’s well aware that he’s won the war and can now do anything and say anything he wants to them no matter how much they may learn to hate him for it.

“hey babe, are you from Japan? cause I wanna get in Ja-pants, Hahahaha get it? Oh, here’s a classic! If you were a vegetable you’d be a cute-cumber.”

YangYang: He was so happy now. Now that you were both in love with each other he could finally take you to that museum that he enjoyed going to and he could show you his favorite exhibits. He’d have entire weekends planned of things that you could do together around the city now that he could trust that you wouldn’t run away from him if he let you out of the house. Even when you were home, he’d gush over possible trips that you two could make together, one that he was definitely excited for was a trip to Germany. He figured that now that you two were officially in a socially correct relationship, he could take you there and let you meet his family. He’d love the thought of introducing you to them and having a family trip together to go sightseeing and maybe drive a lap or two of the Nurburgringsince he had always dreamed of being a race car driver…. or maybe you could just have fun with the family and pretend to do that in the house.

“You’ve got to try this y/n!! It’s so much fun! You should go next… next up racer y/n!”

Chenle: Chenle will be so much like Jaemin that it’s not even funny. He’ll be so flirtatious that he’ll probably see signs of you regretting ever falling in love with him sooner rather than later. He’ll up his flirtatious remark when people are nearby just to see how much of it you can handle before you’re shoving him away and trying to go and sit somewhere else. If he’s in the mood to really embarrass you he’ll stay in his spot but yell out his flirtatious remarks and constantly add winks into the mix. The one flirt that knows will always get on your nerves (because it get on everyone's nerves) is probably his favorite to use against you.

“hey y/n, are you from Tennessee because you’re the only ten-I-see” *winks from the other side of the dining table*

Jisung: Jisung’s darling will be incredibly lucky because he’ll learn to trust them fast which means that they’d earn a lot of privileges that may have been taken away whenever they had tried to escape in the past. Although he’s an obsessive yandere, Jisung is more willing to let you live a relatively normal life so long as he knows that, at the end of the day, you’ll always return home to him and show him how much you love him. He’ll allow this because he knows that this is needed for a relationship to truly be happy and healthy. Jisung will be a lot like RenJun.

“You can go hang out with your friends today if you’d like but please be back by the time my schedules are done for the day ok. I hope you have fun. I’ll miss you while I’m gone.”

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ashes-and-ashes · 5 years

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Angst prompt... Sirius and remus getting it on for the first time after those twelve years. Sirius sees a werewolf branding on remus. Remus has to tell him how much worse it got for wolves after the war with their strong allegiance with voldemort.

Really wanted to get something out today, so I basically just cracked this out. Hopefully it is okay (it’s probably not lol.) And yes, I was heavily inspired by The Umbrella Academy - fight me!

tw for drinking and some sucidical thoughts

Bottles

He sits on the couch, the bottle in his hand. It’s full of that dark amber liquid that his mother used to drink, and it burns his throat as he chugs it.

It’s late at night, the sky pitch-black as Sirius lies on the couch. He closes his eyes, letting the numbness of the alcohol settle over him as he stares blankly at the wall.

The room is dark, the curtains drained and the doors closed. Sirius lets out a shaking breath. He still hadn’t gotten over it, the fear of the darkness, the terror that he would wake up and be back in his cell.

There was a whole list of them now, the irrational fears that plagued him. Darkness, enclosed spaces, waves. When you were trapped in a cell for twelve years, with nothing but the ocean, you were bound to go a little mad.

He takes another gulp of the alcohol, feels it burning inside of him. He hadn’t slept for 3 days, couldn’t allow himself to give into the dreams. He remembers that first night, at Remus’, when he fell asleep on the couch because of pure exhaustion, when all he could see was dead bodies and Dementors. He vowed not to sleep after that.

There’s a scuffle behind him, Remus appearing in the doorway. “Sirius. Hey.” He moves to flick the light on, but Sirius stops him. “No. Leave it off.”

Remus frowns. “But....”

Sirius shakes his head. “I’m never going to get over it, otherwise. The fear, I mean.”

Remus sighs, but listens, walking over to the small collection of threadbare furniture crowded around the battered table in the living room. He stops in front of Sirius, frowning down at the bottle he clutched in his hand. “I thought you said you were never going to drink.”

Sirius raises an eyebrow. “When exactly did I say that?”

Remus shakes his head. “6th year. After you ran away.”

The memory comes to him, of curling up against the wall, tears rolling down his face as he swore to never drink, to never let himself get to that point where he would be willing to use Crucio. He shakes it, quickly, the pain breaking through his numbness. He takes a huge gulp to compensate, throwing his hands out wide. “Well. Guess I changed my mind.”

“You would never change your mind like that before you - “

Sirius shrugs. “Well. I’ve changed. 12 years in Azkaban will do that to a person.” He pauses. “Not that you would know, seeing as the last couple of years have been a breeze for you, yeah?”

Remus glares down at him, snatches the bottle out of his hand. Sirius makes a sound of protest as Remus slams the bottle down into the table, out of reach. “Don’t, okay? We’ve all dealt with shit.”

“True.” Sirius scoffs. “I’ve just dealt with more shit then most.”

He swallows, hard, that burning feeling filling his body up again, and he aches for another sip. He takes a deep breath, willing himself to remain calm, trying to ignore the whispering voices and the growing headache slowly building up. Remus sighs. “You’re drunk.”

Sirius laughs. “I’m always drunk. Keeps away the dreams.”

The silence stretches out between them, and for a moment Sirius thinks Remus will walk away, but he doesn’t. Remus comes closer, squeezing past Sirius’ legs to curl up on the couch.

Sirius’ heart stops. It’s been 12 years since Remus has been this close to him, 12 years since they had sat on the couch together. Almost automatically, his body reacts, one hand resting on top of Remus’ hip, the other against the back of the sofa. Remus makes a small noise, a purr almost, and pulls himself closer.

They sit there for awhile, before Remus speaks. “Do you see them? In your dream?”

He doesn’t have to ask who them are. He knows Remus, was in love with him for a good part of his life, and it’s like they can read each other’s minds. “Yes. Always.”

Remus coughs. “I always dream about what we used to be, you know. Back at Hogwarts, James is alive, we were together, Peter never betrayed us - “

“Really?” Sirius raises an eyebrow, his voice bitter. “Then again, you were always the kind one, Moony.”

Remus sits up, frowning. “What do you see, then?”

Sirius laughs, a sardonic noise. “Oh, I still see us. And Peter. I see him almost every night. And everyone of those nights, I kill him.”

Remus swears. “Kill him? What the hell?”

Sirius smirks. “Once, I choked him to death by force feeding him rats.”

Remus winces. “God, Si. What happened to you?”

“A lot.” He can feel the numbness burning away, the anger filling his body. It was irrational, the sudden change in mood, the way he wanted to throw something, hit something, smash glass and watch himself bleed. He feels the darkness spiral out of him like a tornado, the dark edges gaping like his ruined, ruined soul. “I was locked in fucking Azkaban for 12 years for something I didn’t even do. I was tortured and beaten and starved and I had my mind picked through so many times and I had to forgo food for 2 weeks to be able to slip through the bars which burned the skin off my ribs, but by all means I should be normal right?” Sirius blinks back tears, the words raw and aching. “Right?”

Remus swallows hard. “Sirius, I - “

“Shut up Moony.” His head is spinning, and he’s not sure if it was the alcohol or the anger, the pain like bits of broken glass cutting him up inside. The words fly form his mouth like bombs, like knives, biting and tearing and hurting. “And there’s no one to talk to for 10 years, nothing but my thoughts and I swear I was losing it. They all do, at the end, start cutting themselves and ramming their heads against the wall.” He gestures to his palm. “Do you know how I kept track of the days? I cut open my goddamn hand every fucking morning. Made another mark on that fucking wall.” He bites his lip, the rage coming hard and fast now. “They took me. They snapped my wand, I felt it. It was like something broke inside of me. The took the pieces, lit a fire. Heated the irons inside of it.”

Remus looks sick. “Irons?”

Sirius laughs, a short, barking sound. “Guess I never showed you what they did, did I?” He snorts, unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it off over his head. “Figures. Didn’t know if you wanted to see it.”

He turns, exposing his arm to Remus, the ugly, tick marks. Raised and livid, horrible burn marks, the words Property of Azkaban Prison forever etched onto his skin. He turns back around, biting Remus’ pale face, the slight green cast to his skin. “So, don’t give me any of that bullshit, Remus. I went through fucking hell for 12 years, day after fucking day. I don’t particularly give a damn what happens now.”

Remus’ face is still pale, but Sirius recognizes the determination in his eyes as he shakes his head. “You do, Sirius. You may not realize it now, but drinking won’t solve anything - “

“I JUST WANT TO FEEL NUMB!” The words explode out of Sirius, all the years of rage and heartbreak, of sorrow and loss, of betrayal and angst and desperation being realized. “I don’t give a fuck if it makes me weak, I don’t give a fuck if it damages me, I just want to forget this EVER FUCKING HAPPENED!”

“It’s not the way to do it!” Remus is on his feet now, blocking the bottle from Sirius. “You can’t stay numb for your entire life, Sirius, it’ll kill you.”

“Maybe I want to die! Maybe life isn’t worth living!”

Remus shakes his head. “You know it is, Sirius. You know it is.”

Sirius shakes his head wildly, a grating laugh tearing from his throat. “It hurts. So badly.”

Remus’ voice softens. “Those scars shape us into who we are now.”

“That’s the thing though, isn’t it.” Sirius walks closer, until he is inches away from Remus. He thinks he hears Remus’ breath catch, and dimly, he’s aware that they haven’t been this close since Lily and James were still alive. “Maybe I don’t want the scars. Maybe I want to be someone else.”

“Well, tough.” There’s a defiant spark in Remus’ eyes as he tilts his head back. “Do whatever you want, Sirius. Drunk yourself to death, run from the past. But I’m telling you, you’ll regret it.”

Sirius closes his eyes. “What if I don’t know what I want?”

Remus scoffs. “Don’t you?”

And suddenly Sirius is grabbing him and they are kissing, hard and roughly, teeth and lips and the taste of alcohol. It’s different, so very different form the other times they used to kiss, full of anger instead of love, full of desperation instead of longing. Remus gasps underneath him, raking his hands through Sirius’ hair and he can taste blood -

His hands are running, up and down Remus’ back. It’s been 12 years, and he still knows those familiar trails, still remembers the path of Remus’ skin. His fingers move over the lines, the scars, the thick bumps and small divots, never stumbling. He knows every single mark on Remusm back, has bound them and washed them after every single full moon. Remus makes a noise against his mouth, his hand pulling against Sirius’ scalp and he’s kissing Remus which he hasn’t done in so long -

His fingers brush something, on Remus’ shoulder, and Sirius frowns. It’s unfamiliar, another set of raised marks, rough skin and heated flesh, the edges curling around Remus’ back. He pulls away. “Re?”

Remus’ lips are swollen, a mark on his lip bleeding from where Sirius had bitten at it. He looks dazed, his hair a mess, clothes askew, but his voice is quiet when he looks down. “You’re not the only one who was branded, during those long, 12 years.”

Sirius breath stops. “What?”

Remus scoffs. “It hasn’t been easy, Sirius. For any of us.” He turns, showing Sirius the mark on his back, the way it was crooked as if someone had carelessly pressed the iron into flesh, the way the skin around the edges was puckered. He can feel his stomach rolling, feels the mark on his arm throb in response as he looks at that ugly mark on Remus’ back. Halfbreed. Classification: Werewolf.

His heart is pounding in his chest as he looks up, to where Remus smiles down on him sadly. “When?”

Remus shrugs. “3 years after you left.” He pushes up from the table, his lip still bleeding as he sighs. “Don’t worry about it, Sirius. We all have our scars.” Without another word, he turns, disappearing into the bedroom, and Sirius can heat the lock of the door turning as Remus kicks it shut.

Sirius stands there in the empty living room, feeling his kiss-swollen lips for a long time.

No one comes to check on him when he smashes the bottle against the wall, the scream tearing from his throat as he cried.

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I’m a few days late with this but better late than never right haha I’m going to use the argument scene from interlude: thanksgiving ‘85 for this because it’s one of my favorite sections. I’ll contextualize it since interlude: the progression gave everyone insight into Mike’s mentality going into this Thanksgiving visit. (I wrote this interlude already knowing what was up with Mike so going back and being able to explain the details is exciting)

if you have a specific story in mind, feel free to send “director’s commentary” and the story/lines you want some commentary on! otherwise, send a star ⭐ and I’ll pick a section myself!

“Will,” [Mike] started hesitantly, eyes falling to Will’s lips and no, no, no, he couldn’t do this again, not in broad daylight, not with El only a room away, not with both their parents wide awake chatting in the living room.

“Mike, don’t,” he pleaded, “you don’t know what you’re doing.”

Mike cocked his head to the side. “I don’t?”

And he really didn’t and probably wouldn’t ever know because Will would rather die than tell Mike that the kiss was more than some stupid game. “You can’t kiss someone and act like it doesn’t mean anything.”

Here, Mike and Will have almost kissed again and Will is mentally harboring the possibility that he’s spreading his gayness like a disease to Mike and confusing him. Meanwhile, this is something Mike absolutely wants and that’s touched on in interlude: the progression where at the end, Mike comes to the conclusion that he’s in love with Will. Will doesn’t know that though, so for him, Mike’s advances come from a place of fear within him that this all has far more serious consequences than he thinks Mike is realizing.

“Should I remind you that you’re the one who said we should forget about it?” Mike frowned. “I don’t want to forget about it.”

Kissing Will is something that’s been on Mike’s mind since the summer; he definitely does not want to forget it and he’s a little pained that Will wants to forget they’ve kissed.

“What does that mean, Mike? What do you want?”

The boy pursed his lips with thought and then deflated. “I don’t know.”

This question of what Mike wants is something that’s explored more in depth in interlude: thanksgiving ‘85, but essentially, Mike can’t say what it is he wants because he’s been telling himself mentally for the past year that what he wants doesn’t matter. He dated El because it’s what he felt he needed, he drew away from the Will and the Party because of that and hell, he’s taking track for his dad even though he hates every single practice because it’s what he thinks he needs to do. The struggle Mike has is between what he wants, what he needs, and what he thinks he needs. When faced with the question about what Mike wants, he really doesn’t know how to answer that and the real answer (wanting Will) still scares him so he merely sends Will an empty answer but it’s not empty for Mike. He can’t admit that want aloud and well, Will takes it the wrong way.

Great. Will was a rebound. That was somehow even worse. Will reached a hand up to Mike’s face and turned him so they were facing each other again. “You’re my friend, Mike, but friends don’t do this. Especially male friends. I don’t want to lose you as a friend.”

“You won’t, ever.”

“You don’t know that.”

Mike pulled back. “I do know that. I do know that I can’t imagine you as anything but my friend.”

This is again a bit of loaded wording from Mike but Will is already in a mental state where he’s assuming the worst from Mike’s words in order to back away from any possible romantic relations with Mike. Mike can’t imagine Will as anything but his friend because no matter what, Will is always his friend. That won’t change, even if they were to be together, Will is still his friend. Compare that to some other lines I drafted for Mike say:

I do know that I can only imagine you as my friend.

I do know that I can’t imagine you as anything but a friend.

I bolded the changes and I’ll talk about it a little I guess because I’m that type of nerd lol anyway. The first one puts the framing without contractions and using a more positive tone. The previous dialogues use “don’t” and “won’t” but then Mike comes with “I do,” and “I can only” which changes the flow of the message. It’s not about what Mike won’t do or doesn’t know, but what he can only do, which is imagine Will as his friend. That’s not quite the message he’s trying to say here, so that line wasn’t used. The second line makes it a bit more impersonal and states that he only sees Will as a friend, which is again, not the message he’s trying to say so the line was changed. On that note, being Mike’s friend entails something different. Mike doesn’t have friends outside of the Party, and even when he talks about adding more people to the Party over the summer in interlude: the progression, he states he needs permission from Will to hang out with new people. He’s very attached to the Party and their closeness; friendship is very deep for him, he introduced the rule “friends don’t lie” to El after all, and the only word to express the closeness he sees between himself and the Party is, well, being his friend. “My friend,” is different from “a friend” and that difference is ultimately the message Mike is trying to share.

Will is always going to be his friend no matter what happens between them. And again, Will takes it the wrong way.

Will tensed and looked away. “Get off me.”

“Will.”

“I’m not gonna be the person you turn to when you wanna suck face with someone because El’s mad at you!” Will scrambled his way out from under Mike and growled. “This is serious, Mike. You were panicked just thinking about it last night, puking and hyperventilating because yeah, it’s not natural to want to kiss a boy if you haven’t noticed! But now, now today you wanna—!” Will threw up his hands. “I’m not doing this.” I’m not going to let you play with my heart like this.

This is the beginning of Will starting to make excuses in order to protect himself. He doesn’t want to let his heart get played with again. Even though he and Mike made up over the summer and got closer, the awkwardness they had when meeting up again after a month has Will on edge about his interactions with Mike. He can tell Mike is different; something changed between them and it’s not a comfortable change at that. It’s an awkward between state of whether or not to tiptoe that line into being together and Mike’s responses to the two almost kisses has Will even more unsure and angry even that Mike is so (apparently) nonchalant about this. He throws out “not natural” because that’s been running through his head since the kiss but for Mike, that’s a word that sets off his defenses for him. In interlude: the progression, Mike is conflicted with the fact that what he feels for Will is right but believed to not be natural, hence his puking and hyperventilation when trying to act on his feelings. interlude: ‘85 is set just about a month and a half after the end of interlude: the progression, and knowing Mike is on the track team (a team where, in part 4, he stated he was attracted to one of his teammates) and facing his homophobic dad, well..he gets told a lot about the ‘unnatural nature of men liking men’ and that’s having a physical toll on him now instead of just mental.

Mike sat back with a tightened jaw. “It’s just kissing.”

Mike is defensive now; he’s offended by Will’s words and tries to back himself up by playing it off as innocent with “just kissing” even though we know this kiss meant a lot to him. He’s trying to protect himself too but Will thinks that Mike sees this as a game so Mike passing off kissing as innocent only makes Will more upset.

“Yeah, you were my first kiss, Michael! My first!” Will could feel his throat tightening with anger, eyes burning with resignation and defeat. “Maybe it doesn’t mean anything since you’ve been kissing El since you were 12 but it meant something to me!”

The whole “first kiss” thing honestly wasn’t originally in the plan; I didn’t plan for Mike and Will to kiss until summer ‘86 (and so originally, the boy Will talked about in part 1 was his first kiss) but I moved it up because I wanted to make the boy Will talked about kissing in part 1 his way of trying to get over Mike and well, this is the beginning of that attempt (and we see at the end of this interlude when Will is thinking about the boy he later kisses since he’s convinced himself Mike doesn’t like him). Will’s first kiss is with the love of his life and he can’t even be happy about it in this moment because he thinks Mike didn’t care about it at all. Also in this section, he can’t even admit out loud that he likes Mike (he doesn’t admit it until he comes out to Joyce in part 1) and this argument here also makes it harder for him to admit it.

“You kissed me!”

Mike is still being defensive and now trying to pass blame to Will, an echo of their argument in ST3 where he tried to pass fault to Will.

“Because you wanted it!” Will gasped, feeling the tears pooling in his eyes. “And I don’t even know why! You don’t even know why! Whatever happened last night was sick and twisted and you want to play with fire and continue getting burned but I don’t want that! I don’t want this!”

To be more accurate, Will didn’t want this the way it was happening. He wanted Mike like no one else, he gave Mike the chance to have him too, but not like this.

Will is now spewing some more of the rhetoric that’s been bouncing in his head since the kiss the night before, what with him calling their kiss sick and twisted and claiming that it’s the equivalent of being burned by fire. This was a line I included to think about sinners and Hell, how homosexuality was seen as a sin people would burn in Hell for eternity over. He’s saying Mike wants to be a sinner and burn in Hell but Will isn’t about that life. He doesn’t want to burn, he’s burned too much already. He’s been to hell and back already and he doesn’t want that with Mike. The next line clarifies Will’s internal dialogue even though Mike doesn’t know that. What Mike hears is that Will doesn’t want him, which is why in part 2 he says he thought Will liking him was a cosmic joke and why he couldn’t imagine Will liked him back. How could he after Will said he didn’t want this between them? Will though wants it, just not the way it’s folding out as he thinks Mike sees it all as a game and by the end, he just wants to protect Mike from the worst of it by agreeing that he should date El again.

Mike’s face was empty, void almost, and his eyes were trained on his hands as he sat down properly on the bed. It took a moment, a moment filled with Will’s heavy breathing and Mike’s shallow breaths, but he spoke up, quiet yet firm. “Will, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just—I think I want it.”

Mike is here taking in Will’s words, hence his emotionless face—an oddity from a boy who wears his heart on his sleeve and is typically very emotionally expressive—and him sitting properly as he shallowly breathes. He’s trying to connect everything, figure out what went wrong to lead to this situation. In the end, he apologizes in a way for his actions, says he didn’t mean to hurt Will (by acting on his feelings). Still, he’s vulnerable and pained by Will’s words so when he starts to explain himself more, he cuts himself off and says I think I want it. We know Mike wants it. There’s no “I think” to it but he’s scared and he’s shutting himself down.

“You don’t.” Will’s voice was rough and he sounded more like he was really trying to convince himself more than anything else. “You’re confused after we spent so much time together over the summer after Starcourt and you don’t know what to do to keep people at your side except kissing them apparently.” Will scoffed. “You’re not going to take that confusion out on me.”

Will is very much locked in on the idea that Mike is playing with him again. He has reason to be sensitive still after the way Mike was in the argument in ST3. He knows though that he’s trying to convince himself otherwise because he has to protect himself from getting hurt again. There might be the chance that Mike actually does want it but he can’t take it right now. Will turns to their summer where they spent time tied at the hip, far more touchy and clingy. They were so close even Lucas pointed it out in part 4. Mike didn’t even notice really how tight they are until the moment in the garage when he noted that they have a “reestablished friendship” with different boundaries where he’s straddling an unknown line with Will before he leans into Will’s touch on his face. This is something new between them and in interlude: ‘85, Will shoves that newness in his face and says Mike read it wrong. Says that Mike is confused and only knows how to keep people close by basically turning them into romantic interests. It’s a harsh statement that stings more than Will probably could have imagined. In interlude: the progression, Mike turned toward El to keep her at his side indeed, but also to avoid the confusion surrounding his feelings for Will. He wasn’t confused about El anymore but about Will, and he didn’t want to take out that confusion on Will at all, hence his need to be with El to the point of obsession almost. When he finally wasn’t confused and he accepted that he cared about Will in a different way than anyone else, he was so much happier and open throughout the rest of the summer. Will then saying that Mike pursuing him is “taking out that confusion” on him only angers Mike because he spent a year trying to keep Will as his friend and now Will is almost in a way saying that can’t happen as long as Mike wants him. It’s the opposite of Mike saying Will is always gonna be his friend no matter what happens between them.

Mike looked up with anger flaring in his expressive brown eyes. “You don’t know shit about what I’m thinking. You don’t know shit. And just because I can’t put words to…to whatever the hell is going on, that doesn’t mean I’m—I’m incapable of making a decision that I want, not projecting bullshit.” He climbed off the bed and snatched the comics they were reading from atop the blankets. Will could see the beginnings of tears in Mike’s eyes and he wanted to apologize but the words wouldn’t come.

Mike is definitely pissed here. Will knows nothing about what’s going on. He doesn’t know Mike is on track because his dad thinks he’s gay and he has to save face through engaging in sports that he hates. Something is happening to Mike and Karen mentions it to Will before Will goes after Mike earlier in this interlude, but Will doesn’t know what that is or how it’s tied to Mike’s struggles with his sexuality and feelings for Will. Will is completely blind to what exactly is happening and that’s Mike’s fault for not speaking up, but right now, he’s more angry about Will’s accusatory statements. He states that he can make decisions, that he knows what he wants (which he does), but just that he can’t voice it. In fact, the frustration he has about being unable to use his words (his forte) and Will’s accusations about where his true feelings lie brings him to tears. He spent so long trying to figure it out and now he knows and wants to act on it and…this is what he gets in return? Will at least recognizes that he was maybe a bit out of line.

“I know it’s wrong, I fucking know, okay? My dad won’t let me forget. And I thought if I was going crazy, too, then—,” The boy squeezed his eyes shut and when he opened them, the anger was gone but the darkness Will had seen when he first saw Mike the day before. “Whatever. See you at dinner.”

Someone mentioned the “I know it’s wrong, I fucking know, okay? My dad won’t let me forget” line and well, yeah; his dad won’t let him forget because of Mike being on track and his dad talking about it at dinner (as we get a glimpse of in interlude: the progression). Mike already believe his feelings aren’t ‘natural’, but Will said it was okay to care so he did. Now that his dad suspects something and believes Mike has fallen out of grace (again, religion and how falling out of grace means sinning which means being burned by the fires of Hell), Mike definitely believes this isn’t right. Even when the Byers leave at the end of interlude: the progression and Mike has his internal monologue where he comes to the conclusion that he’s in love with Will, Mike “felt better when he let himself care as much as he wanted, so why was it so wrong?” He understands that it’s ‘wrong’ but having Will say those words even though Will had told him it was okay to care is painful. The crazy line is there because well, it’s a byler staple haha also because Mike was very confused during the months leading up to Starcourt and that was kinda driving him a little nuts.

Mike opening his eyes and Will seeing the darkness he saw the day before is Mike returning to his less open persona, closing in on himself. The athletics department head knows Mike’s part in the Starcourt fire and he’s drifting away from the Party a bit thanks to being on track to keep the secrets (the secret about the Starcourt incident that he feels guilt about and the secret about his sexuality). Karen said that school is a stress on Mike, he’s dealing with a lot of things and when he tried to open up and pursue Will, he was shut down and in turn, closed himself off. The darkness here also ties back to the metaphorical darkness Mike feels with his nightmares and, well, a more physical one, too.

That’s pretty long but I just really like that scene haha thanks for the star ask!! I don’t know if anyone is gonna read this long ass analysis but it was fun and I’m totally glad i get to parse this scene out now that Mike’s POV is a bit more known thanks to interlude: the progression.

#lth asks #learning to heal #yams writes #yams asks meme #otp: palaric #anon

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psi-psina · 6 years

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05/09 Niigata LOTS

SE 詩踏み咀嚼

蜷局腐海理由

New song (zankoku ?) New song (omae) 輪郭 THE BLOSSOMING BEELZEBUB

Ranunculus 人間を被る Punk song (GO MAD) Ash Revelation of mankind

EN 鼓動 The inferno THE IIID EMPIRE Beautiful Dirt 羅刹国

Same as yesterday, I wrote this last night before passing out after eating 3 fish taco’s and 3 glasses of red wine so this may have effected my memory a bit but I hope it is somewhat readable :)

Today was absolute FIRE. The setlist yesterday was better (my fave) but the guys were WAY more into it today, especially Kyo. I am so shit at outfits and I am really sorry. Today I only remember Kyo and Die's because I was closer to kamite in front of Shinya today. (it was so nice!!!) Die wore the outfit from the album promo photoshoot, Kaoru was definitely not wearing his (full) photoshoot outfit and I don't think? Toshiya was either but I can't remember anything else, I am sorry. Kyo's outfit was fantastic, he wore a white sleeveless blouse and his black skinny jeans with the ripped knees and over that his giant alice auaa...suspenders? It’s a big rectangular skirt that he can put his arms through as well, they are fucking awesome and he made WAY better use of them than he did when he wore them in Osaka *__* He wore his rosette badge again, on the front of the suspenders. And he wore his headgear from mode of DSS, with a black hair extension down the right side of his face and his white contacts. He was also wearing his new mac lipstick & gloss combo. I'm not sure if he had his grill in but I think he did? Damn it looked so good! I'm not usually a big fan of headgear on Kyo because I really prefer to be able to see his expressions more freely but even though this gear covers most of his face it actually enhanced his expressions. It just really....suits him? He wears it really well, I love it.

The whole front section of the set was very atmospheric. Niigata's response to Soshaku wasn't quite as lusty as Osaka's was, but ahh people were moving so much during Toguro and just feeling it SO MUCH. BLISS. Fukai was a stand out tonight, I caught Die's eye near the start of it and we looked at each other briefly, I smiled at him and he smiled back <3 he's so lovely. Die got my attention during Fukai today, I'm sorry Kaoru (ILU). The Fukai mosh was also Bliss. Kyo got us to sing a LOT, he called on us in the first chorus and other parts of the song, he screamed for more and ripped his monitor out so he could hear us better and we GAVE IT TO HIM. ❤️ Riyuu got lots of movement as well today, and went down even better than yesterday. Then I think it was during this interlude that everyone was pretty quiet, and then Kaoru sidled up in front of shimote with that cocky swagger of his and there was this sudden ROAR for Kaoru from shimote which got everyone in the middle shouting for him as well 😂 Then Kyo came back to the front and tilted his head back in that demented snarl-grin he's doing lately and everyone roared at him. Then it was time for the new songs again and it was much the same as yesterday, I can't remember much because I was going crazy. >.< They are just too good.

Kyo made the fox 🤘 at the end of Rinkaku when he was calling the demon. Beelzebub was FANTASTIC today! The flatness of Kyo's mood yesterday had a big effect in Beelzebub, but today was completely different. He was a lot more intense. After he bundled up his cord-intestines and dropped them, he was looking down at them sullenly and kind of waved at them. He deeply growled 'kyou wa kono mama nemuri ni tsukitai' in this transfixing pose...it was fucking Amazing (it's really stuck in my memory) and again after 'ugoku kometsubu ni...' he was trying to stomp on some phantom creepy-crawlies again. He went to town on his mouth towards the end, he did not drool everywhere today but rather uh, deeply fingered his mouth and played with his tongue. He was brazenly eyeballing people up on his crate while doing this, he looked right at me and it was UNCOMFORTABLE.

The interlude between Beelzebub and Ranunculus was really...intense? Idk, legit, no one even moved, the place was so enchanted and thick with anticipation it was just...magic. Ranunculus was also more emotional today than it was yesterday, there was a fair bit of movement from the fans and Die was very passionate during the chorus. Then Ningen was up, oh man...Those moments of stillness as Ranunculus closes out and you are absolutely SODDEN with 5 million emotions and could literally just die and then those deep melancholy chords open up Ningen and Kyo steps forward and raises his hand and calls out and everyone calls back and you can FEEL THE INTAKE OF BREATH as the riff comes crashing in and then !!!!! AAAHHH!!!! IT IS BURNED INTO MY MEMORY!! I know a lot of people did not like Ningen but fuck it is so good live, it is SO emotional and the dynamics just COME ALIVE. I really like the sound of the studio ver but it is flawed, and in some ways hampers the song a bit.

The punk song came next and fans were GETTING DOWN, there was DANCING and so much jumping. God it was so much fun and I could see how satisfied Kyo and Toshiya were with the response. <3 Ash was MESSY. Kyo got us to sing excessively and spent a lot of time at the edge of the stage monitor-less which just makes everyone go crazy. The ending thrash was epic, someone behind me grabbed my shoulders and was going so hard they were shaking me (NO COMPLAINTS JUST GIVES ME MORE MOMENTUM). When the song ended they were kind enough to disentangle from my hair without pulling it 😂 Then Revelation oh my god. Revelation is a song I didn't enjoy at all right through 2015 but amazingly it has grown on me and I now enjoy it even though it is still too chaotic and dissonant and exhausting. It's so brutal as a set closer I kind of wish they would just open with it laskdjf. I best remember Kyo shrieking "NIIGATAAAAAA" and at some point someone getting their arm in my mouth asflkjs idk what happened but I definitely got like the sweat of 5 people in my mouth then. Gross. And lol at Kyo making us sing "michinaki michi o" like lkajnfl yes Kyo, stretch us to the very limits of your ridiculous vocal range. The ending thrash was, again, absolute filth and when I emerged all I could see was Kyo towering up there on his crate with this MALEVOLENT look on his face. He turned and left the stage and the other guys followed promptly.

The encore was BEYOND. Kaoru, Toshiya and Die all came out wearing the white goat tee with the sleeves cut, And Kyo changed into a plain black blouse and removed his headgear. I could see at the end he had red and black eye makeup on. Shinya was wearing the white tee with the patches all over it I think. Then Kodou just completely set everyone on fire. skjdnffa. Kyo pointed right at me during Kodou, what even. I clapped eyes with him and Die a few times tonight (it's just where I was) but he really took me by surprise ;_; at the first chorus of Kodou as he was walking around his crate to stand at the edge of the stage Kyo put a hand over his heart and lunged forward pointing right fuckin at me looking me in the god damn eyes as we sang 'KOE KOROSHITE ME O FUSAIDE' together. It was like being ATTACKED. Dazzling. Unbelievable. 😭 He stood right at the edge and ripped out his monitor and sang his heart out going mic-less here and there and looking at people HARD and screaming more more more. Kodou owns my entire soul.

I lost my damn mind again during The inferno, someone had grabbed hold of the back of my shirt and was using my back for support and fuckin growling and I was straight up just snarling and shaking my fist at Kyo every time I surfaced from thrashing. Kyo was having some trouble with his mic tonight (the sound was dropping out a fair bit) but during The inferno it completely died. He turned back to the sound guys gesturing at the dead mic then threw it down and turned back to the crowd and snarled at us without it, gesturing wildly and smacking himself and going down in a crouch and fans went NUTS. And a moment later one of the guys had restored his mic and after a tentative moment (he was shy of the mic for a moment as he tested to see if it was working....it was...Cute lakjsnflgkadf) he was back in full force. All happened VERY quickly and by the end he looked WELL pleased.

My part of the crowd almost collapsed during IIID it was heaving and bouncing so much and the guys started going EVERYWHEREE. Idk if it was during IIID or Beautiful but Kaoru came over to stand right in front of us and the crazed snarls of "KAAAOOORRRUUUUU!!!!" and wordless howling actually made me LAUGH because he totally DEADPANNED us like "Ehh? Is that it??" Then he smirked and went further over to kamite. BITCH. (Eta, pretty sure it was Beautiful actually) Is2g i am lucky my shirt didn't get ripped during IIID because it was insane and Kyo kept shouting for more more more more until he got drowned out by the screaming. I got a bit of nausea/stomach pain briefly towards the end like whelp going a bit TOO hard rn. My throat and the right side of my ribcage/right shoulder blade feel bruised as hell idek what happened. Feels like I pulled the muscles.

Then straight into Beautiful Dirt which was just as fuckin relentless alkjsnf Kyo swooped over to shimote during the second verse and showered them with some attention because Kaoru was over in kamite quite a lot and Toshiya and Die had come to the centre. Even with Kyo right over on Kaoru's side everyone kept screaming "SAIKOU NO BARAADO O OKUROU" with no encouragement every time alskjnf. Had a great moment with Die, he was right in front of us at the very edge and he was looking at everyone with such affection. Such a warm expression and I couldn't help it I just went 'DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE' and flailed at him and was surely smiling like a fool and everyone around me was calling out to him as well and his face just GLOWED lALKJSNFA he smiled at us again and bowed and flipped his hair the way he does and then moved away ;3; Kaoru and Toshiya joined forces at some point, Kaoru lounged on the edge of the crate briefly. I don't know what Kyo was doing after he came back from shimote, it was the roughest part of the song and I was thrashing. I totally get why Kyo gets us to sing "saikou...." every damn time because it's BEYOND EXHAUSTING. He LOVES making us struggle ksdjgnklf.

Kyo's MC at the end was a lot more enthusiastic tonight, he called twice to the men and women, shouted without the mic and did the usual riles and pounded on his chest. He got shirtless for Rasetsukoku tonight and...yeah, it was crazy. I'm struggling to remember anything it was just solid thrashing and roaring from all involved and giving my all took every ounce of energy I had I HAD NOTHING LEFT FOR OBSerVATION. I can't actually remember how it ended or what Kyo or any of the guys were doing until the post concert gift-giving. I did see Kyo's new tattoo very clearly tonight though, it looks good! Kyo stayed back, which was nice. He showered fans with a couple of bottles of water and wiped off all his makeup onto a towel and threw that in. He then got the bucket of water and DUMPED the whole thing onto one guy on the rail in front of him and tossed the bucket in too. He crouched down and slapped hands with the fans on the rail as well <3 I heard him sing out 'bye bye!!' as he straightened up again and i love the way his face scrunches up with emotion as everyone sings bye bye and waves back to him. He left with a couple of fox kisses. <3

Kaoru and Die threw a lot more picks today and I FELT Die's pick in my fingers but it escaped me 😭 A girl behind me just kept screaming thank you thank you thank you all of them. ;__; Shinya and Kaoru were fucking adorable, Shinya came to the front after he threw all his drumsticks with the uchiwa and fanned us! It was! Adorable! Then he threw the uchiwa to the Kyo pit. Kaoru was eyeing him as he strutted around and after Shinya left he took his own uchiwa and fanned shimote with it and BLEW ON THE FANS lksdhfnl he is such! a dork! I love him oh my god. As Die finished up his gift-giving he stood just in front of us and just looked at us, his eyes looked really glassy at the end? I was like, did you cry?? And man he looked tired, and really emotional. But he was just looking at us and clapping and smiling and we started a chant for him and he just looked so....overwhelmed and thankful oh my god. Sweetheart. 😭Kaoru was the last to leave again and he kept stopping and lingering to get that last little bit out of us....GAH. Then we all wobbled out.

To cap this experience as I was going to cloak I stood near a little girl while fumbling for my ticket, who saw me and turned to me, absolutely THRIVING, and said ‘KONNICHIWA’ with the most beautiful smile on her face and I was just like alksjnfliaj OVERCOME and said “konnichiwa sweetheart!!” to her and she like...squealed and just stared at me and her mum was laughing. Her mum said hello to me as well ;3; Fans with kids are the absolute best. The little girl wasn’t wearing a tour shirt but she was proudly sporting the hanged-man muffler towel and was just LOVING LIFE skldjfn. I love her ;___;

Niigata...thank you for these memories. I will always treasure these nights. ❤️

#dir en grey #tour18

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Voltron Sickfic

HEY so I read an amazing prompt by @the-angst-chronicles (It’s not letting me tag you idk) about Lance falling into an alien lake and getting sick and so I did a Thing^TM. I sort of diverged from the prompt a little, but yeah,

Word count: 1979

((This is my first like, actual complete fic, so sorry if it sucks lol.))

ANYWAYS:

As much as Lance missed Earth, he had to admit that this planet was pretty beautiful—even more so after Voltron had turned its Galra bases into smoking piles of rubble. The battle had been tough, but they’d managed to free the planet’s natives from Zarkon, so that was a definite plus.

Now, they were walking through the gardens of this world’s royalty as Allura talked diplomacy with them—if Voltron impressed these aliens enough, then they could provide valuable supplies in the war. The alien dignitaries were going on a long spiel about a spring nearby, something about how important and special it was—that was, until they were cut off abruptly by a “Quiznack!” and a splash as Lance tripped and fell into the water. At that, the aliens became enraged, yelling indignantly as Lance resurfaced, sputtering.

“How dare you touch the sacred waters in that spring!” A cacauphony of yells broke out among them, with Allura and Shiro desparately trying to calm the alien dignitaries while Lance climbed out of the water.

“Great job, Lance.” Keith rolled his eyes, offering him a hand as Lance emptied his helmet of water.

“What? I tripped!” Lance protested, even as the aliens pointed angrily at him, their voices escalating as they gestured wildly. And these are the guys that we’re supposed to be trying to impress, he thought briefly before being pulled away by Shiro.

“Come on, we’re all going back to the castle while Allura works this out.”

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Allura didn’t return to the castle for the rest of the day, only coming back as the rest of the paladins were sitting down to dinner. Lance was raving about Hunk’s ability to turn weird

“It took quite a while, but I think I’ve calmed the planet’s leaders down enough to solidify our alliance. I’ll warp us out of here tomorrow, after I rest.” Allura sighed, trying hard not to show how irritated and exhausted she was. Still, Lance’s stomach churned with guilt as he listened to the rest of the debriefing.

If only he hadn’t fallen into that spring, they never would have had a problem to begin with. Allura wouldn’t have had to deal with all those pissed off dignitaries, and she wouldn’t look this tired now. She’s probably furious with you, says a little voice in the back of Lance’s head. You were barely useful at all during the mission, and then you had to go and start even more trouble. Lance spent the rest of dinner silently berating himself as the rest of the team moved on to other discussions. Afterwards, he stumbled into his room, exhausted. He realized vaguely that he was a bit too tired, if he was entirely honest. Maybe falling into the spring had taken more out of him than he thought. He decided not to contemplate it too much, though, opting instead to collapse face-first into his pillow; he fell asleep in seconds.

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Lance wasn’t sure how long he slept before being woken up by his alarm, but it couldn’t have been very long—somehow, he felt just as tired as he had before, if not more so. He sat up and slammed his palm onto the snooze button, pressing his other hand against his forehead at the harsh sound. His head was throbbing, and in his haste to stop the sound of the alarm he had sat up a bit too quickly, white spots dancing in front of his eyes as he breathed deeply.

“Ugh,” he groaned, collapsing back onto his bed. Something was definitely wrong. It felt like someone had taken a hammer to his brain while he was asleep, his head hurt so badly. Lance felt sort of dizzy even while laying down, and as he tried to take a deep breath to steady himself, it quickly devolved into sharp coughs. “Damn gross alien water,” he muttered, voice rough; he had probably caught some kind of sickness from there. Lance decided to go to Shiro or Allura and ask to take the day off—Jesus, everything hurt. Still, he managed to get himself up and looking presentable before stumbling out of his room to look for his teammates.

“Is Lance seriously late for training again?” Pidge muttered, tapping absently on her leg as she waited for Lance with the others. Ever since Allura last reprimanded him, Lance had mostly showed up on time for training—except, it seemed, for today. Just as Shiro opened his mouth to say something in response, however, Lance entered, leaning on the doorframe.

“Hey, guys,” he started, trying to keep himself composed until he could go back to bed; God, the entire room was tilting slightly. Before he could say anything else, however, Allura interjected, glaring sharply at him from across the room.

“Lance, I thought we had agreed that you would show up on time! How are you going to improve as a paladin if you don’t train?” She looked more impatient than angry, but Lance was too out of it to really get the message. She was talking about… training? Training. Right. He needed to train to get better. Lance considered again telling her that he was feeling really, really off today—but wait, he needed to get better, right? Someone else was nodding at what Allura said, and he already screwed up yesterday, and Allura was mad about that, yes? Lance made up his mind, even as his head gave a particularly painful throb. He wouldn’t screw up again like he did yesterday. He would train, and get better. Otherwise Allura and everyone else would hate him. You’re just a seventh wheel, a part of him thought. If you don’t at least show up for training, what reason do they have to even keep you around?

“Right, Princess. I’m sorry.” He pushed himself off of the doorframe, giving what he hoped was a convincing smile. “I’m ready now. Let’s go.” He could make it through one day of training like this. Sure, Lance thought, he might be a little sick, but he could get through a cold for the day.

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Lance could not get through the cold for the day. Actually, he was pretty sure that it wasn’t actually a cold, but his head was hurting too much for him to think up another word for it. Coran and Allura had run them through nearly every training exercise in the book in their lions, stopping just short of forming Voltron—something Lance would be grateful for if he was coherent enough to be grateful, because Blue was all but completely piloting herself at this point. The spots in his vision couldn’t be blinked away any more, and Blue’s cockpit was much, much too cold now. He could barely steer her, much less form Voltron. As they went through another drill, Lance opened his mouth to ask if they could stop now, only to stop himself. It felt like he really shouldn’t do that… why wasn’t he telling everyone he was sick, again? Was it… Lance can’t remember. Thinking hurts. Something important, probably. He can’t tell them. Just a bit longer, and he’d get to sleep. He was fine.

Even as he thought it, he had to mute his mic to go into another coughing fit, much deeper and wetter than the ones earlier—man, why was it so hard to breathe now? Lance didn’t know, but he wanted so badly for it to stop.

“Alright.” Shiro’s voice crackled over Lance’s coms, sending a sharp wave of pain through his skull. “Let’s head back to the castle.” Lance sighed in relief, only to mute his coms again as he coughed violently. All he wanted was to land Blue and go back to his bed. At least they were done now...

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“That went very well, paladins!” Coran announced. “Now it’s time for combat training!” Lance bit back a sob at that, shaking violently. You have to keep going, keep training until they say you’re done, you can’t say anything, you’re a failure if you do… He didn’t know why that was true, only that it was, so he went and joined everyone else in the training room, walking in a line that was straight enough as everything, from the lights that are doubling and tripling in vis vision to his teammate’s voices, set his brain on fire. Lance felt like he was dying—everything hurt.

Shiro was saying something, Lance’s name, and then Keith’s, and Keith was walking towards the center of the room. Lance did, too. What was he doing again? He held his breath to keep from coughing, looking at Keith. His head hurt. Everything looked blurry, and the colors were wrong, and the bone-chilling cold he was feeling was replaced with a searing heat, why was it so hot—but wait, Keith was moving towards him now. He was supposed to do something, right? He was—he was—but then everything went red for a moment, then black, and then there was nothing at all.

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Keith stood, waiting for Lance to come into the ring so they could spar. Lance’s reflexes had been a bit slow during flight training today, so Keith had already decided that he wouldn’t need to try too hard to beat him—still, when Keith pinned the brunette almost immediately, he couldn’t help but sigh as he got up, already preparing for a second round.

“Honestly, man, are you even trying? Just take this seriou…” Keith trailed off, noticing the unnaturally pale tone of Lance’s skin and the way that oh no, he wasn’t getting back up. “…Lance?” He was out cold. Shit.

“Shiro, something’s wrong,” he called, kneeling next to Lance. Hunk tried to pat him on the cheek gently to wake him up—only to jerk his hand away, eyes widening in horror.

“H-he’s burning up. Like, bad.” Keith felt Lance’s forehead, openly swearing at the heat pouring off him in waves. The sound seemed to wake him up, his eyes fluttering open slowly. They were glazed over, unfocused, and Lance’s face immediately screwed up in pain as the sound of his teammates’ worried voices cut into his skull.

“Lance? Lance!”

“Can you hear us?”

“Lance!”

Lance couldn’t remember what he was doing for a moment… why did everything hurt so much? Why was it all so loud and hot and colorful and—oh yeah. Training. They were training. Was that why everyone was saying his name? Did he mess up again? Lance tried to sit up, only to feel a cool hand on his shoulder, keeping him down.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, buddy. Just… stay there, alright? Pidge is getting help.”

“M’kay,” Lance slurred, blinking slowly. Maybe he could just go back to sleep—

“Lance! Stay awake for now, okay? Just until we figure out what’s wrong with you.” Keith’s voice was too harsh, too loud, but Lance couldn’t disappoint anyone else today. Not when you already messed up this much. Was he crying? Maybe. Everything was too overwhelming to tell.

“M’kay. Sorry.”

The blurry red boy above him was sighing now. “No, don’t cry. I didn’t mean… Lance, why didn’t you tell us you were this sick?”

“Sorry. Keep messin’ up.”

“Wait, what? What do you—oh, for fuck’s sake, if this is about that stupid spring yesterday—“

“Sorry. ‘M a bad paladin.”

“Quit apologizing, you—! Ugh, nevermind. We’ll talk about this later, when you’re better. Making a mistake doesn’t make you a bad paladin. Or getting sick, for that matter. You’re better than that.”

“M’kay.” Keith doubted that Lance could even understand him at this point, he was so out of it… still, judging by the faint smile on his face as he looked up at Keith, he’d got his point across enough. Assuming Lance would remember this bonding moment later.

(Edit: figured out how to put a “read more” on it bcuz it is Long)

#aughhh sorry if it's bad I've never written stuff like this before but? I think it's ok?#feedback is appreciated lol #my writing #sickfic #vld #vld lance #voltron #langst #lance mcclain #voltron lance

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