#ABSOLUTELY CANT WAIT FOR DANGEROUS TO RELEASE GOD DAMN

[mushtoons]

i want this man carnally/silly

[riotlain]

Hi! I saw your requests were open and I was wondering if you were okay with doing an FTM (if not then just male pls) reader that is a total gremlin. Just absolutely feral lol. If not that's okay BCS as someone who makes fanfiction as well I understand the stress. Take care!

Omg me

Bubba Saywer

Loves your energy

You fit right in with the family

If anyone says anything negative about your gender or anything like that then Bubba will beat their ass (not really but yes)

Oh wait be carefu- *y/n falling face first on the ground*

You arent aloud where his workroom. Too dangerous

Oh you wanna go on an adventure?? sure!!

How the hell did yall end up in Canada-

He doesnt mind you running around all the time. Make sure your binder aint too tight if if you wearin one

Need a haircut?? Well dont trust anyone to help you there

Buuuttt they can help you get new clothes

You better help with the victims and shit

(istg i feel like i sound southern by the way i text)

Victims are scared of you

Damn one managed to escape??

*releases you to chase them*

God youre like a mix between a possum and a dog

But so is everyone else in that family

Will listen to you talk alot and just look like

Jason Voorhees

Absolutely adores you

but calm the fuck down once in a while

Atleast you can help with bring victims

You just approach them and they think youre lost

and then you jump on one and fuckin bite them

Jason finds it quite helpful with you around to drag a victim back to him if he misses them somehow

Doesnt trust you with his machete

Wdym DIY top surgery?? Thats not how it works..

No you cant steal a victims dick wtf

Can give decent haircuts

mostly bc Pams up there tellin him what to do

He just walks around the forest with you on a leash at this point

Cant have you running into a trap now can we?

Picks you up and carries you around if you finally calm down

Also gets scared though if you calm down

Are you sad?? where’s your bounce??

Loves you alot and very protective of you

10/10

Poly Ghostface

You match their (Mostly Stu’s) evergy

You and Stu probably prank Billy alot

Bite them i dare you

Stu will probably bite back

Billy will act annoyed but like it

Im a creep. Im a weirdoo

Stu can also afford you new clothes and shit

Dont trust billy when it comes to fashion

Like white shirt and blue jeans again?? wheres the sauce??

You should totally help them kill people

Finds it funny that youre short though-

Just a really small ghostface chasing someone

like

Kills anyone who purposely misgenders you

Yall walk around in the forest and explore abandoned places alot

yknow to get your energy out

Fuckin hates when yall watchin a horror movie and you just be movin too much for their likin

Stu has to fuckin bend down you kiss you

pain of being tall (i love hating tall ppl /j)

They (again mostly stu) will carry you around on their back sometimes

Lovely boyfriends

Michael Myers

Shut up

Gets annoyed by you

But also gets upset when you are quiet

Steals clothes from victims and gives them to you

Likes to hold shit above you like an asshole

That is until you jump on him

Will listen to you talk for a bit then will randomly get up and leave

very much protective over you

When you fall and dont get up fast enough (like 3 seconds) he’ll pick you up himself

will have a leash on you

And a beware of dog sign in the yard

A group of teens about to trespass to see if the urban legend himself exists?

You run at them at sonic speed and Michael just walks behind you

Amazing couple

No dont touch any of his candy

Vincent Sinclair

God he loves you

but you arent allowed in his art room

Too many candles

When hes workin just go hang around Lester (MY MAN 🤝)

Will let you in his work room if you promise to just stay on his bed

sure talk all you want he’ll (not really understand) listen!

“Hear me out Vin.” *elaborate plan on god knows what* *Vincent just nodding along*

Bo is annoyed by you but endorse it (kinda)

“Goddamit Y/n be quiet! I have no idea what you’re sayin!-” “Be quiet! Anyway Rainbow Dash was like the sporty one”

Helpful with getting the victims

You just chase them down and tackle them

*Victim screaming for help* *Small menace draggin them back to Vincent*

Loves to draw you while you talk

“Vincent what if you made me a wax dick?” *pencil stops*

[no-other-words]

later is now

synopsis: two years worth of photos on Hinata’s Instagram and not a word from kageyama. you’d think after an entire high school career spent with the most sociable human on earth, he would’ve pick up some communication skills but here he is—sitting alone in the locker room crouched over his phone, brooding over the fact he can’t even press ‘like’ on a harmless picture, let alone comment. #major manga spoilers ahead #post chapter 370 #slight angst? and fluff? #pre-relationship

Don’t be dramatic, dumbass. You’re making it sound like I died.

‘then where have u been? where did u fuck off to kageyama?

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His thumb hover dangerously close over the heart sign, frozen in mid-air just like how he’s been frozen in time for the past years. There’s a calm before the storm until the nerves eventually get to Kageyama and his hand recoils as if the photo he’s staring at is a violent wake up call.

Hinata’s gotten a bit more tanned from the last time he posted a picture. Darker around the arms and legs, it highlights the toned muscles developed over the years. He’s got an even larger presence than the one Kageyama holds onto in his memories. Still the same smile though—vibrant, bigger than life, and nothing held back.

It makes his chest hurt.

The photo is of Hinata posing on a beach alongside a fellow volleyball player. He’s wearing a sleeveless tank and Kageyama finds himself staring at the biceps bared to the world. His account is private right? It better be private. Thirsty messages should not be welcomed in the comments.

He hears his name being called from outside the locker room. It’s time for practice.

Stolen moments are just that—fleeting minutes playing catch-up with Hinata picture by picture. Then, it’s back to reality and the court in front of him.

In the end, Kageyama decides on doing nothing and shuts off his phone. He pockets it in the jacket, his last name printed gloriously over the V.League team’s red and white jersey.

Two years’ worth of photos on Hinata’s Instagram and nothing from Kageyama.

You’d think after an entire high school career spent with the most sociable human on Earth, Kageyama would’ve pick up some communication skills but here he is—sitting alone in the locker room crouched over his phone, brooding over the fact he can’t even press ‘Like’ on a harmless picture, let alone comment.

Pathetic.

---

Thinking back, he should have said something. They were once partners for god’s sake, and now they might as well be strangers from the gap Kageyama’s unwittingly carved between them.

His last interaction with Hinata from the chat box, when Kageyama follows him on Instagram a few months after he’s landed in Brazil. He’d been immediately DM’d, Hinata calling him out for being late on the social media game.

‘ur now a part of a professional team! u need to make ur presence known or ur fans will be real sad’

Kageyama hadn’t responded.

He hasn’t done anything, in fact. No messages, no likes, no comments, no replies. The only thing that holds to his account is a profile picture of a Mikasa volleyball on the old Karasuno jersey. He’s here to play volleyball on the national stage, his game can speak for him.

By the time he’s realized his mistake, Kageyama finds himself frequently checking Hinata’s Instagram page and revisiting old posts. That—he’s allowed to do, no? And it’s an impressive curation—hundreds of photos narrating his two years stay in Brazil. Two years’ worth of change, growth, learning, and memories that Hinata’s making.

Two years without him.

Kageyama finds it hard to keep up sometimes. Following his life in the form of mere pictures and captions doesn’t really fill the void.

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The only wisp of connection he has to his old team is through Tsukishima—the salty bastard of all people. When the blonde messages him though, Kageyama is already aware.

For the first time, Hinata has posted a video. It’s short—capturing only a few seconds but those seconds are enough. The pants Hinata wears are tight and moves enticingly with his quads. They bend, expand, and hup—from the sands, Hinata soars above the net, his wings in the form of haloed sun-rays, and passes the volleyball to his spiker.

Hinata has learned to set. And what a beautiful set it is.

Kageyama smirks. Nothing less from a starved crow.

He re-watches several times, unable to let go of the breath he’s been holding. If he does, the magic will go away. Something tightens in his chest. It spreads and grabs hold of his stomach and twists and turns and evolves into a fierce wanting.

Tsukishima’s text repeats in his head.

Looks like he’s aiming for FIVB World Cup. Maybe you’ll see him in the next Olympics?

He watches the video again. Memorizes the form of Hinata’s jump, the curve of his spine, the reach from his arms. His hair floats airily in a poof orange cloud, his lips slightly opened in concentration.

Alluring in every possible way.

This time, he doesn’t hold back. kageyama.t leaves a heart on the post along with a simple comment.

You can do better.

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‘kageyama? omg zombie-yama has resurfaced from the dead!’

‘both a like AND a comment? wow did i do to deserve this? has hell frozen over?’

The twelve-hour difference between them has never had an impact for Kageyama. They don’t even talk anymore so what’s it to him if he misses a few instant messages from the person he’s been silently following (stalking) online since forever?

Apparently, a great deal.

It’s already 11PM in Brazil, Kageyama impatiently notes. He should know better than to wait until it’s a better time for Hinata. But like a landslide racing towards the end, the compulsive words are typed and sent before he knows it.

Don’t be dramatic, dumbass. You’re making it sound like I died.

‘then where have u been?’

Kageyama almost drops his phone, not expecting the quick turnaround from Hinata. His heart beats annoyingly loud and it’s the only thing he hears in the room.

Why are you still awake? Isn’t it late over there?

‘i cant sleep. u know how i am. a ghost from my past decided to come back to life’

The sad thing is he’s right. Kageyama knows him all too well. He swallows the hard lump in his throat.

‘dont u dare ignore me. where did u fuck off to kageyama?’

He also knows Hinata rarely gets mad. This is one of those rare times. His head starts to buzz.

Nowhere. Volleyball’s been keeping me busy.

‘too busy to talk to a friend?’

His breathing quickens in short and shallow bursts. Questions, fears, and doubts swell into his mind and he needs to look away from the screen for a bit. Calm down—Hinata has all the right to call him out.

Maybe it’s a mistake to like his post.

No. Hinata deserves that and way more.

Maybe that’s why he should’ve reached out earlier. Ease it in. He should’ve responded to that first message.

He should’ve done a lot of things.

‘dont ignore me. ur not a coward.’

Kageyama stares at Hinata’s words. Damn him for always being right, for pulling him back. For saying things as is and pushing him to further ends.

I don’t know what to say.

‘well ur in luck. u can practice whatever u need to say with me soon. can u pick me up from the airport this weekend?’

What

‘im coming home for a visit. plane arrives at 4:30pm jst. terminal 1’

Home. He likes the sound of that.

Why me?

‘y not? my fam’s out of town and u owe it to me.’

Sneaky little turd.

Kageyama bites off a smile.

Fine.                                                            

‘come prepared. u and i have a score to settle’

You and I. Him and Hinata. Sounds familiar.

Sounds fitting.

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When they meet, every memory made at Karasuno comes rushing like a giant wave riding the high winds.

First year nationals when they suffered a defeat with Hinata off-court. Hinata’s struggles in the academics and Kageyama’s equally abominable grades. Their makeshift practices during lunch on the school rooftop and late-night snack runs after training. Second year’s expected yet satisfying loss to Dateko and a hard-won third place in third year. The utter thrill of the orange court, the intensity of the game. The fleeting glances, the accidental touches.

The implicit words. Unspoken feelings.

The unequivocal promise after a splendid receive from Kageyama’s serve.

See you later.

Hinata unabashedly marches up to Kageyama, suitcase in tow, and punches Kageyama hard on the chest.

He expects it just as much.

The shorter man doesn’t pull back, instead spreads his hand wide and presses against Kageyama’ body. In the middle of a large, well air-conditioned airport, the spot where Hinata’s touching him is blazing hot.

“Damn it,” Hinata hisses through his pout, “you’re still bigger than me.”

Kageyama snorts. Figures he’d say something stupid first.

He’s stumped at what to do next. Two full years of going radio-silent on the man (man, not boy anymore) has him doubting again. What’s acceptable, what’s appropriate, what’s allowed?

He starts to open his arms and Hinata jumps into him instantly, strong arms over his shoulder and his face buried in the crevice of Kageyama’s neck.

A fresh whiff of his hair and Kageyama softens. Things are…alright. A void is being filled.

Hinata’s voice is muffled against his neck, absolute yet frail. “I missed you.”

He did too.

“I’m still mad at you.”

“I know.”

“We have a lot of things to iron out.”

Kageyama gulps. “Okay.”

“Kageyama?” Hinata pulls back, determination flashing in his eyes. “It’s later.”

He still remembers that perfect form Hinata had embodied on the other side of the court, meeting him halfway in both passion for the sport and a knowing smile.

See you later!

Someone probably has already recognized him as a member of a V.League club, but he doesn’t care. Tightening his hold around Hinata, feeling the defined muscles hot under his grasp, Kageyama lays his forehead on Hinata’s shoulder in an act of release.

“Yeah, later is now.”

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a/n: because the way i cope with the recent chapter is creating headcanons and writing them out

[sable-longclaw-blog]

Don’t call me daughter.

The morning sun beat down upon Sable's face, her mask pulled up over it and her goggles pulled down tight over her eyes. Her hair swayed loosely within the wind that seemed to gust through, but truly it was just so many people moving and weaving through the floating city within the Broken Isles.

She had arrived at a quarter to five in the morning, having fast transport via a mage she paid very well for a portal. And soon she was discreetly showing her Uncrowned Insignia to the shop-keep at Glorious Goods in order to go into the dark underground below. 

It wasn't until she had descended the dark stairwell completely that she dared show her face, and only then, just lifting the goggles that came to rest on the top of her head, pushing her loose and long curls back out of her face - where they belonged.

Her golden gaze searched around, ducking down into various corridors and sliding into various hallways until she came to the door she sought. She looked upon the large iron handle that occupied it, looking like a snake moving out of a gathering of them. Slowly her hand raised, and she lifted it only to drop it back down and lift it up again. She repeated the notion precisely six times, noting the arrival was in fact her. A secret she and the man behind the door shared - and only them.

The wait was always the worst, knowing he took his time on purpose to keep her on edge when she arrived. She hated looking at him too, hated his very existence and everything he fucking stood for. A deep inhale of breath was taken to still her nerves and try and quell the sickness rising in her stomach as the door began to open. No words were spoken and she merely stepped inside, finally pulling her mask down and staring at the man before her.

"Dad." She said quietly, folding her arms across her chest and peering down at the floor with a pursing of her lips. Saying that word alone made the bile nearly rise in her throat and expel. She gave a hard swallow as the back of her hand pressed momentarily to her mouth to hold it back. She felt his dark gaze upon her, his eyes so brown they were nearly black, and just as soulless as a great white shark.

"Pet." He answered calmly, a venomous smile on his face as he looked her over, "You don't look so well." He stated as he stared at her face, narrowing his gaze upon her, studying her expression for deceit and anything she might be hiding from him. 

"I'm fine." She assured him, though it wasn't out of concern he was asking, and she knew it. "I finished up all the shit you asked me to. Everything is done.. We're all clear. No fuckin' loose ends now." She raised her golden hued gaze to his eyes then, staring them down, though she knew she was treading on dangerous waters to challenge him with a stare like that.

‘So that's it then? You clean up a mess -you- made, an' think you get out?" He laughed out lowly, shaking his head as his hands went upon his hips before his arms crossed over his stout and sturdy chest. The man was in his late fifties, but his build was that of a man in his prime. He widened his feet,  his stance sturdier as he cocked his head to one side in a studious manner once more, looking her over. "What're you hidin', pet? Why all of a sudden you make a new deal with your old man to get out if you fix the shitstorm you caused, huh?"

She shook her head, not wanting to tell him the real answer, she couldn't. He owned her and she knew it, and she was grasping at straws here. She knew too much, but still.. she had to try. "Its time, Dad. I got legit work in Elwynn protectin' a noble family. I don't need this shit anymore. I'm tired of lookin' over my goddamn shoulder every fuckin' time I turn around. This shit might be for you..  But its -not- for me." She stated firmly.

The tall dark-skinned balding man approached her, rubbing his hand over his scruffy salt and pepper beard, keeping is other arm tucked tightly against his chest as he did so. He circled her like a predator circles weakened prey. "You got too close to him, didn't you, Sable? That man.. What's 'is name? Blackstone? Yeeeah. That's right. I hear you've been spendin' a lotta time in his company. I didn't believe you could getcha self so distracted at first, pet.. Not until I saw the shit with my own eyes." He was standing in front of her then.

She just stared at him, canting her head upwards in defiance of his haughty nature. She had become brave lately, knowing she had enough shit gathered to take him down, should she have to. "Watch yaself, old man. I know you killed him. And I got the fuckin' proof. You ain't the only bitch in here who's got connections." She smirked then, but it was short lived as she felt a hard sting against her cheek. The blow was hard enough it caused her to stumble backwards and land against the cold stone wall behind her with a thudding crash of weaponry and other things knocked about. 

The man seized her throat then and clamped down as blood seeped down his daughters mouth, her jaw already starting to bruise. "You watch -yourself-, pet." His words flew from his mouth with such hatred it caused a spray of spit to land upon her face. His grip around her throat tightened and she felt herself struggling for air. "I could kill you now and no one would give a goddamn who done it. They all think you're a fuckin' traitor any damn way. The only reason you're alive right now is me, Sable. You know it. And once you prove to me you ain't fit to keep it that way..." He squeezed her throat tighter still causing her eyes to flutter as she did her best to keep them on his as she struggled against his hold, feeling her feet lift off the ground. "I'll put you in a hole so deep in some lost place on this light forsaken world, ain't nobody gonna find you, and ain't nobody gonna care. Got it?"

She just stared at him a moment before she nodded quickly, and only then did she feel his hand squeeze just a bit more before releasing her completely. Her body crumpled down the wall and she fell to the ground, catching her fall barely with her hands. One raised and rubbed at her neck as she coughed and sputtered for the air she needed to fill her lungs once more. Her eyes burned into his with a hatred that matched what he spat at her.

"Keep useful, Sable." was all the man said to her before turning his back and staring into the fire he had built within his room. "Do I make myself clear?" He demanded with his inquiry, his tone firm as his hands rested behind his back in a loosely folded manner.

Blood was cast to the ground in a mix of saliva as she spat it from her mouth, giving him a simple reply. "Yes."

“Yes, what?" He looked over his shoulder glaring at her before turning back around to walk and stand over her again, peering down at her with a scrutinizing and hateful gaze.

Gods she hated him, and wanted nothing more than to gut him right then and there. But her hands were tied. She knew the chain of command would come for her indefinitely should she be so bold and act so brashly on her emotions. There would be absolutely no escape from this shit then for sure. So she obliged him with what he wanted, even though her tone was that of sarcastic venom. "Yes, Master." She was seething, keeping herself down on the ground until he turned away from her again.

"Get out of my sight." Her father said to her. The man that taught her everything she knew about her work. The man who taught her how to be the killer she had become, and used fear and abuse to keep her in line.

She slowly then, picked herself up to her feet without another word, simply opening the door and leading herself out of it. As she made her way down the long winding corridors that would lead her out to the main hub of the Uncrowned Headquarters, she pulled her mask up over her bruised jaw. A note was discreetly passed to her with clear instructions on her next job, something else too dangerous to go into alone to prove her worth. She cursed herself, and the only things at the moment she was  worried about was explaining to Davius about who had hurt her, and how in the actual fuck she was going to get out of this for good.

@daviusblackstone for mentions!]]