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beebomeebo · 7 years ago

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Request// “do you do anything besides smut? if so, can you do a fluff about a girl who's really depressed because her dad and stepmom are total assholes and brenny walks in on her relapsing and everything is all cute and cuddly bc they cry together and i need to be in a fucking relationship when that happens oml”

(A/N) Ahahahahahah sorry guys for being dead for so long, it has NOT been the best year for me but I'm dedicated to get more stuff done and get my shit together. & omg guys, thank you so much for 400 followers!! I’m sitting here in bed at 3:56 in the morning almost crying because I didn’t think my writing was that likable. Anyways, have a dribble drabble

Warnings: sneaky Bren, crying, the tiniest bit of angst, self-doubt, back talking, slight physical fight as well as verbal, cursing, :) fluffy Bren (: , !!no smut!!

Pairing: Brendon Urie x Reader

Word Count: 2.2K

I finally arrive home after a very long day at school. As I walk through my front door I slightly lower my shoulder so my backpack can slide off and heavily meet the wood floor. I throw my hair into a messy ponytail before slugging myself over to the couch. All I wanted at this moment was a nice nap.

I cross into the main hallway and into the living room. Not even bothering to walk around the couch I flip over from the back of it. Landing face down, the fluffy cushions mold to my body as I reach for a throw pillow to place my head on. Right as I close my eyes I feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I groan quietly to myself as I dig it out. Keeping my half my face buried into the pillow I bring the screen to my face to read the text message.

Brendon :)

Hey, how did school go?

Too tired to write a real response I type:

Stupid. Gonna sleep, txt u l8r

I then toss my phone onto the coffee table and melt into the warm couch cushions.

-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-

“Y/N! Y/N!”

I’m abruptly yanked out of my dream. My vision goes from black to hazy to a blur. And as my eyes adjust to my surroundings I feel a soft object collide with my face.

“Y/N! Wake up right now!” I turn to realize that my bitch of a stepmother, Sara, had thrown a pillow at me. “I specifically told you to clean the bathroom and the kitchen when you got home. And what have you been doing for the past two hours?”

I peel myself from the couch and glance over at the clock to notice, indeed, that two hours have passed. “Uh, sleeping?”

Obviously very pissed, Sara mumbles between her teeth, “Worthless child.”

“I’m sorry, what?” I retaliate.

“I said, ‘worthless child.’” She replies, this time slightly louder. “All you do around here is eat our food and sleep. You never do chores, you never do anything for this family.”

“What the fuck do you mean I don’t do anything? I literally just gave your dumbass dog a bath.”

“Do not use that language with me.”

“Or what, Sara? Or fucking what?” My blood begins to boil as Sara’s face turns with anger. With my adrenaline up, I quickly stand to face Sara. I was a good five inches taller so I wasn’t really scared of her. Just as I was about to turn around to retire to my bedroom Sara quickly raises her hand and strikes it across my cheek. I stumble slightly but quickly regain my balance. Now beyond pissed, I shove Sara into the kitchen counter behind her and her back collides with the marble. She falls to the ground clutching her back.

She picks her head up and looks up at me. “Go live with your fucking mother.”

“Fuck you.” I spat and then stormed into my room, making sure to grab my phone from the coffee table.

As I was leaving, Sara shouted, “Nobody loves you, you ungrateful brat.”

I shoved earphones into my head and turned the volume as high as it can go. Then I just lay there in my bed, looking up at my ceiling. My vision becomes blurry as droplets of water develop in my eyes and then disappear down my face as I blink them away. Soon, I can only see blurry before I completely shut my eyes and just weep. A small puddle forms on my pillow where my tears have landed. I try to lose myself in the loud songs that played through my headphones but I couldn’t help replay those words: “Nobody loves you.” It was as if my head was a broken stereo and those words were the only songs that would play.

-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-

I stopped crying about twenty minutes ago and now was blankly staring up at my ceiling, imagining what it would be like if my dad never met Sara.

A whole lot better. I thought to myself.

After a few minutes of creating my perfect life with just my dad- one where he never went to that bar and met Sara- I hear a muffled tapping noise through my blaring music. I quickly sit up to see if it was my dad coming in to yell at me. But my door remained closed and unmoved. Shrugging it off as just my imagination I lay back down but here it again. I jerk myself upright and this time I lower my music volume and take an earbud out.

“Yes?” I say quietly. No response. Then, the tapping noise starts up again, this time a bit louder and aggressive. It catches my attention that the sound was coming from my window. Tap tap tap. Unaware of what was waiting for me on the other side of the glass, I grab my softball bat that I kept in the corner of my room. As I slowly creep toward my purple curtains a faint silhouette starts to appear; as I step closer and closer the figure becomes taller and taller. Fear surges through me like lightning as I become only inches away from the sheer that masked the figure. Tap tap tap. I close my eyes, take the deepest breath my lungs can receive, and gather every ounce of courage that I have. Swiftly unmasking the window, I raise my weapon in anticipation of an attack. The figure becomes recognizable from the tall, dark hair to the sharp line of their jaw. I pause in space as my mind races to attach a name to the face.

“Brendon.” I breathe with relief mixed with surprise.

“Y/N, let me in! And why are you wielding a bat?” The boy says through the glass.

“What are you doing here?” I asked hushed so Sara wouldn’t hear me. Setting the bat against the wall I unlock the window and lift the glass so Brendon can crawl through.

“You weren’t answering my calls and texts and I got worried.” He says to my back as I close the window and pull the curtains over to cover it. I sigh in response.

“I just haven’t been in the mood to talk to anyone,” I say turning around to meet him.

Brendon’s face shifts from soft to concern as his eyebrows furrow and his puffed lips gap open. His stocky fingers gently graze the side of my face that had previously made contact with Sara’s palm. My eyes darted to his shoes. He wore his favorite worn sneakers and I noticed there was still dirt on them from waiting outside the window.

“Don’t tell my Sara did this.” His voice was stern yet soft.

I stayed silent, scared that if I speak my words will catch in the back of my throat. I clench my jaw to pull back tears that were forming.

Brendon cloaks me with his arms as I’m pulled into his chest. My arms wrap around his torso and hold tightly onto him. We stand there for a moment in perfect silence.

“What did Ms. Skank do this time?” Brendon asks gently pulling away from me and pulling me toward the bed to sit down.

I sat on my cross leg next to him as I relive the entire scene, making sure to tell Brendon every moment I could recall.

“’Go live with your mother?’ What kind of person says that type of thing?” He asks with disbelief.

I shrug, staring at my wood floor. “She knew it would hurt me. That’s why she said it.” I feel the similar adrenaline kick as my heart picks up speed. My jaw clenches, my fists close tightly, and my body stiffens as I reply every moment that Sara has made me feel worthless and stupid. Then I think of my mom, how gentle she would be, how understanding. My muscles soften at the memories of her.

Noticing my change in mood, Brendon squeezes my hand and pulls me to his chest. I rest my head on his shoulder and he rubs my arm.

“I miss her so much.” I finally whisper, teardrops hitting Brendon’s leg.

“I know, I know.” He hushes, gently placing a kiss in my hair.

I break away from him. “You know, if I hadn’t gone to that party this never would have happened.” I choked.

“Y/N, don’t blame yourself. This is not your fault.” Brendon’s puppy dog eyes scan my face and I notice that a thin film of water was developing on his bottom lash line.

I break away from his eye contact and lower my head to hide my face. “Sometimes I wish I was with her. Forever.”

Stumbling on his words Brendon chokes, “Please don’t ever say that, Y/N. I need you. You’re the only thing that’s real in this shit hole of a town. If you left I don’t know what I would do.”

I finally gather the strength to look up at Brendon; his eyes were bloodshot and puffy, there were small rivers running down his face and his bottom lip quivered. I crash into his chest and let all my emotions go. All the pain and hurt that I’ve been bottling up pours out of like a waterfall as I clutch onto Brendon. He began sobbing along with me. In that moment, we were both vulnerable. Yet, together, we were strong.

After what felt like ages, the sobbing calms and we’re both just left holding each other. I break away to wipe my smeared makeup off my face but Brendon beats me to it. “I’m sorry for being such an ugly crier,” I whisper into his hand.

“Join the club.” He chuckles and I catch a glimpse of the hairpin curl of his smile.

I smile weakly at his joke.

“Why don’t we get you cleaned up and watch some movies, huh?” He raises and offers his hand.

I nod and accept his hand in mine as he leads me to my bathroom. I blankly stare into my mirror as Brendon turns on the shower. My body feels numb and exhausted from crying and all I can do is stare at my reflection. Noticing my lack of movement Brendon wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head on my shoulder. I hold his strong arms. We make eye contact through the reflection and I become lost in his deep brown eyes.

“You know, you’re the most beautiful girl at school.” He speaks to me. “I was so nervous to speak to you last year. And when you said yes to going on that date- after like, five attempts- I was beyond excited. You make me feel like a kid in a candy shop.” His cheesy words force my cheeks to redden and I try to muffle my laughter. “And you taste just as sweet.” He winks and smiles at his own humor.

I roll my eyes and break away from his grip. “Ok. It’s time for you to leave.” I laugh as I playfully shove him out of the bathroom.

“The way you scream my name is so sexy!” He says quickly before I close the door on him.

“Shut up!” I yell through the door. Once in peace, I grin like an idiot. Stripping my clothes off my body I feel the water and once naked, I step into the steaming chamber. Every muscle relaxes as I lose myself in the water.

-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-

I turn off the shower and step onto my bathmat. The yarn bristles tickle the space in between my toes. I reach for my towel and wrap it around my wet body. Opening the door, I notice Brendon sitting on my bed flipping through Netflix. His attention switches to me.

“Feel better?” He smiles.

“A little,” I answer making my way to my closet.

“Oh, I already got your PJs ready.” He lifts a pile of fabric that was at his side. I smile and take the clothing from him.

We stare at each other for a moment before he gets the idea and turns his back to me. I face my back to him as I let the towel drop to my feet. And quickly slip on the warm, soft fabric. I turn around to a smiling Brendon.

“Were you watching the entire time?” I laugh, chucking the towel at his head, landing on his head and drapes over his face.

“Maybe.” He sings through the towel. “You’re just so sexy.” He chuckles, removing the towel from his face.

I roll my eyes while I take my place next to him. “So, what are we watching?”

“Well, I was thinking either Finding Dory or Minions.” He showcases the most childlike grin.

“Really?” I say sarcastically, “Kid movies?”

“Finding Dory it is!” He pecks my cheek and clicks on the movie title. I roll my eyes as he pulls me to his chest. Shuffling my body, I adjust to cuddle up to him. My arm drapes perfectly around his torso and I feel the steady movements of his breathing. Brendon nestles his face against my hair, planting a kiss on it. “You know I love you, right?”

“Shut up and watch the movie.” I tease.

“Well fuck you, too, then.”

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123designsrq · 5 years ago

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ADJUSTABLE WRENCH WITH AN ANGLE

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40 TYPES OF WRENCHES

Common Wrench Types

Chances are, you've one or more of individuals somewhere within your house. The normal toolkit might have several. Several of these wrenches have an array of uses, rather from the more uncommon ones discussed later. Adjustable Wrench

More often known as crescent wrench, these are some of the most broadly used wrenches available. They have an empty finish getting a spiral screw embedded that opens or closes the crescent when you change it. Due to this, it might perform same fundamental work in general number of combination or open-ended wrenches, though it requires extra room due to its thicker size. Allen Wrench

Also known as a hex key, this hexagonal little bit of metal may be either L-created or T-created while using extra limb functioning just like a handle. Just like a male-style wrench, this suits the heads of bolts and screws that have a hexagonal recess. Allen wrench sets usually can be found in either SAE or Metric sizes. Box-Ended Wrench

These wrenches have a very closed loop at each side, sometimes slightly greater or under the handle to permit it grip recessed nuts without rounding the sides. The closed ends are created to fit either hexagonal or square bolts, and so are different in proportions. Box-ended wrenches are frequently offered in sets. Combination Wrench

If box-ended wrenches and open-ended wrenches had children, the mix wrench would be the result. The whites can be a closed loop for hexagonal or square nuts, because the other finish is certainly a wide open U-shape. Used most often for difficult nuts, the closed finish loosens the nut therefore the open finish enables you to quickly unscrew it. Like sockets, combination wrenches are frequently offered in sets which contains numerous wrench sizes. Crowfoot Wrench

These curious open-ended wrenches haven't any handle. Rather, the only real mind is built to adhere to a ratchet handle and socket extension, allowing it to match very tight spaces. They work well suited for handling bolts located much much deeper around the machine’s body if you don’t desire to remove nearby parts first. Impact Wrench

More carefully resembling a cordless drill to check out, air impact wrenches work with an air compressor while cordless impact wrenches utilize a rechargeable battery. The prior are from time to time referred to as air wrenches or air guns. Part of the socket family, this wrench may use high torque to eliminate persistent nuts or bolts. They make the perfect choice for handling multiple nuts (for instance when mounting wheels around the vehicle), while they certainly are a poor choice for any job that requires precision. Lug Wrench

This aptly-named tool is either ‘L’ created getting just one socket opening within the finish or possibly a sizable, ‘X’ created design (also referred to as a spider wrench) with four sockets of numerous sizes. You can use them to tighten or release lug nuts on cars, earning them the nickname of ‘wheel brace’. The greater the lug wrench, the higher torque might be generated when squeezing tightly with the idea to tighten or untighten. Works similar to a breaker bar getting an outlet within the finish. Oil Filter Wrench

Another tool used mainly inside the automotive industry, oil filter wrenches genuinely have four variations and sometimes have to be matched for the model of vehicle. Chain strap and metal strap styles utilize a loop to pay for the filter casing, because the more recognizable claw wrench functions similar to a flexible wrench. Finally, socket-style filter wrenches seem like just one cup with regions of the perimeters cut away. These fit to the feet of the filter cap, and so are coupled with a ratchet handle. Open-Ended Wrench

Most likely the most typical types of wrench contained in toolboxes, outdoors-ended wrench has two U-created ends, with one being slightly bigger than another. You can use them for hard-to-achieve basics, as well as the open design can help you attach them either vertically or horizontally towards the target fitting. Nonetheless they will probably over the edges from the nut than box-ended wrenches. Pipe Wrench

This really is really the government of adjustable wrenches, getting a sturdier, F-created design. Used usually by plumbers on metal pipes and fittings, the serrated jaws from the hefty tool can easily leave scratch marks behind. Ratcheting Wrench

Similar to open-ended wrenches, box-ended wrenches, and combination wrenches, ratcheting wrenches have one or more finish with a ratcheting device there. This allows you to certainly turn the wrench to tighten or untighten without dealing with eliminate and readjust the career once the wrench handle hits a hurdle after each turn. It will make used in tight areas a good deal simpler. Socket Wrench

The inspiration for almost any socket set, a power outlet wrench (or ratchet) relies on a ratcheting mechanism to help you to quickly tighten or untighten nuts or bolts without lifting the wrench in the fastener. Supplied with 1/4’, 3/8’ (most frequent), 1/2’, and 1’ drives, you simply fit the best size socket that you simply’ll need, on top in the drive. Once the handle meets a hurdle while being switched, you can easily reverse course to supply yourself room then continue working. Torque wrench

This socket wrench is built to generate a volume of torque without overtightening. This amount might be calibrated, and both manual and digital variations are available. It’s most generally useful for automotive work with example tightening wheel lug nuts but could also be used on bicycles, farming equipment, or any instance where tightening a nut or secure with a specific torque specs that's usually set with the manufacturer.

Other Wrench Types

Even though you frequently hear someone mention these niche wrenches, chances are you’ve never owned one. They're usually useful for very specific tasks, or are just forget about to keep use outdoors from the handful of industries. Alligator Wrench

Once the big father of wrenches, the alligator wrench was named with the actual way it gripped nuts. The very best jaw is serrated, because the bottom is smooth. The handle looks similar to a pointy fang than its modern cousin, the pipe wrench. Since these specified for mainly to cope with square-created heads, it's rare to find out them outdoors of flicks. Armorer’s Wrench

This single-piece wrench features a C-created, serrated mind and may include square slots and/or possibly an opening for connecting a ratchet handle. Useful for gun repair and maintenance, these come in a number of designs and so are usually sized to match specific types or kinds of gun. Basin Wrench

This peculiar wrench features a extended, T-created handle ending in the curved, serrated jaw. Its primary function is always to release or tighten the fixtures under sinks and toilets, resulting in furthermore, it being known as faucet wrench. Bionic Wrench

No, this isn’t something in the 6 000 0000 Dollar Man. It’s a distinct segment wrench with a round opening and a pair of handles similar to individuals of pliers. When placed across the target mind, the two handles might be squeezed, inducing the hole to then grip your brain firmly, creating this a flexible box-ended wrench. Bung Wrench

Available in many styles, the drum bung wrench (also referred to as a drum plug wrench) can be a socket-style wrench. It absolutely was designed particularly to eliminate the plastic or metal bung (cap) on drums or barrels. Special ‘sparkless’ versions are available when faced with flammable materials. Cone Wrench

Imagine an empty-ended wrench after an elephant steps onto you and it’ll have a very cone wrench. These wide, flat wrenches are employed round the cone part of a single cup and cone hub. It’s mostly useful for bicycles or modifying the leveling foot of washers, but might employed on other gentle projects where a normal open-ended wrench is just too thick. Die Stock Holder Wrench

Designed for both women and men-style dies, this two-handed wrench grips the die within the center employing a screws to secure it. These dies are employed in allowing the threads on basics. Individuals would be the first step toward any tap and die set. Dog Bone Wrench

Named after its bone-created appearance, this wrench may also be commonly known as as dumb-bell wrench. Each side of the box-created ends features a different socket size. They are utilised almost exclusively for bike maintenance, although outstanding capability to suit into small spaces has every so often built them into useful elsewhere. Some dog bone wrenches have swivel heads for additional versatility. Drum Key

A square-holed socket wrench, a drum key features a T-shape with flattened handles. Because it would appear, it's familiar with tune various percussion instruments, for instance drums. Drum keys with longer handles let you apply more torque when compared with shorter handles. Fan Clutch Wrench

These flat spanners have a very U-created opening at one finish. They are designed designed for removing fan clutches on cars. Some additionally possess a squared opening within the other finish, allowing them to be utilized for a clutch holding tool while another wrench may be used to show the hex nut. Fire Hydrant Wrench

These large box-ended wrenches have a very government shape that was designed solely for use burning hydrants. Consequently, a hydrant is only able to be opened up up using one of these brilliant tools. The conclusion is generally adjustable which wrench is famous because of its extended handle allowing the customer to make use of more torque. Flare Nut Wrench

Commonly known as as line wrench, they're another hybrid of box and open ended designs, The opening is just wide enough to match around a tube, nevertheless it still grips nuts as being a box finish. These wrenches are particularly useful on softer metals susceptible to damage from open-ended wrenches, for instance individuals found in plumbing. Garbage Disposer Wrench

You'll find really two several types of wrench useful for clogged garbage disposals. Many designs include a sizable type of allen wrench that is frequently accustomed to dislodge clogs. To handle big nuts, a different type of flat wrench getting a squat, pivoting U-created mind may be used. This latter could also be used to dislodge clogs inside the cutter heads, like the allen variant. Monkey Wrench

This really is really the type of wrench known when speaking of sabotage (i.e. ‘tossing a wrench/spanner to the works’). It’s an adult kind of adjustable wrench similar to an alligator wrench, though smooth jaws and rounded handle. Its link with sabotage heralds in the former role just like a standard tool in lots of industrial branches. Pedal Wrench

Pedal wrenches have a very rounded tip with generally a few U-created recesses. Because it would appear, the wrench can be used as repairs involving pedals. Thus can it be used most often in bicycle repair centers or fairground rides for instance pedal motorboats. Pliers Wrench

Because the name might not appear familiar, you've likely used these in the course of your existence. The flat-edged jaws have been in an position and each is installed on a handle, which are of a secure. The secure slide between several positions from the opening round the upper jaw, allowing the wrench to get adjusted to match sizes of mind. The name arises from the means by so it is gripped, which is the same as some pliers. Plumber’s Wrench

Similar in design to pliers wrenches, the jaws are created to match hexagonal nuts. The jaws are adjustable to match numerous pipe fittings. It's used exclusively in plumbing for concentrate on pipes and fixtures. Spanner Wrench

Not to be mistaken using the British term, spanner wrenches certainly are a highly specialized kind of tools that have a curved finish that might resemble whether hook or possibly a C-shape. These have pins which let them be applied on numerous products, from spanner mind screws to retainer rings. Spark Plug Wrench

This double-ended hex socket requires a T-bar handle to utilize. Because it would appear, it is built to fit onto spark plugs and discovered anywhere that performs automotive, lawnmower, or other engine repairs and maintenance. Many socket sets nowadays add a 1-2 spark plug sockets look at your sockets first before selecting a standalone wrench. Spoke Wrench

These small wrenches are outfitted for maintaining the spokes on wire wheels. One finish features a slot that suits across the spoke, because the other finish features a drive mind which inserts across the nipple nut. Due to the size and shape, this wrench might be rotated in the full circle without dealing with eliminate it. The most frequent place to locate it really is a bicycle mechanic shop. Some variations more carefully seem like a little open-ended wrench, although some look similar to a little bit of curved, flat metal. Spud Wrench

Another tool which has fallen from common use, this open-ended wrench stood a spike round the opposing finish which was used to setup the holes on pipes. It's since happened obsolete with the plumber’s wrench, though it can nevertheless be located in the periodic toolbox. Strap Wrench

Most generally noticed in use for oil filter altering, these have a very rubber, fabric, or metal band or chain that loops using a handle. This self-tightening tool is ideal on round objects that are too greasy or oily for the standard wrench to grip. Stubby Wrench

Referred to as short body wrench in polite circles, this is often a shorter type of a combination wrench, allowing it to match more limited spaces. Some newer versions additionally possess a hinge over the handle allowing either finish to get angled for additional precise use. Tap Wrench

This key fits the square drive of taps, which are found in cutting female threads (for instance individuals within the nut). The type of individuals wrenches may be either T-created or possibly a dual-handled bar while using attachment socket within the center. Tension Wrench

Another of people wrenches you’ve seen but never learned about, a tension wrench could be the ‘key’ component in lockpicking are available in a wide array of designs. They might be rigid or flexible and are employed to apply tension because the pick does its job. Should you’ve seen someone picking out a secure a movie or gaming and wondered why they just moved one of the two tools, the stationary the very first is the stress wrench. Torx Key

Commonly known as as star-headed key, this cousin in the hex key wrench is built to match the star-created heads of certain bolts and screws. Once they can be purchased in the identical L-shape since the average allen, to keep your these in the housed set more carefully resembles a swiss army knife when compared to a wrench set. 10 different types of wrenches, socket wrench, open end wrench, adjustable spanner, types of spanner pdf, ratchet wrench, box wrench

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zevakritpel · 8 years ago

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Hell-bent: Chapter 3- It Ain't Over 'Till It's Over Buzzer Beater Mind-State

Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke

Pairing: Aokise, MomoRiko, Kagakuro, MuroMura, more???

u can find this on AO3 lol

Summary: Adult AU, Criminal Underworld AU. Where Kagami Taiga is a young heir suddenly targeted by 6 rather dangerous members of the criminal underworld (each with their own set of personal troubles), and Kuroko is a bodyguard with a dark past.

Warning: Violence, Strong language, a lil dark and angsty sometimes. Getting spicier ;^)

[Saturday. 03:23. Unbelievable Part I]

The way those hot sleepy fingertips just barely touch the skin of his exposed back, where his shirt had ridden up; the sensation of those long arms wrapped around him, clinging like a child.

The soft murmur of Murasakibara's voice tickling the side of Himuro's neck.

"You're so warm, Muro-chin."

That's not fair play at all. He dozes off for like an hour, and this is what he wakes up to?

Himuro tries to swallow, but his throat is too dry.

At times like this, when Tatsuya's too overwhelmed to defend against these brutal attacks on his already shoddy self-control, the smartest course of action is to get up and cool off with a nice cold shower.

"Yeah," he whispers back, neither getting up nor cooling off, instead opting to run his fingers through the tangled mess of Murasakibara's violet hair. Atsushi responds with a satisfied hum, which further incites a now unrestrained, over-tired Himuro to guide his hand along to the other man's shoulder, then push him back until they're facing each other.

"It's hot."

Ahh, this is hell.

He tries so hard to keep himself in check, to avoid taking advantage of this volatile human weapon, or slipping up and causing irreparable damage to himself, to Masako or Atsushi. But even Himuro has a breaking point, and this isn't the first time he's reached it, either.

Maybe one day he'll be able to say out loud everything he feels without restraint, but for now he'll just steal a taste....

He brushes his thumb against the slightly frowning lower lip, then presses gently until Atsushi obediently opens his mouth so that Himuro may slide the rest in even further. Murasakibara is watching him all the while with half-lidded eyes, somehow appearing both demure and sinister at the same time.

Himuro tilts his jaw forward and moves in to...

Well, it doesn't matter what he moves in to do, as he's interrupted by the sound of rapid gunfire at the front door.

[Saturday. 03:47. Unbelievable Part II]

A mistake has been made.

Man F realizes he has fucked up around the time Murasakibara Atsushi's massive hand makes contact with his face: nothing like some broken bones to get him to seriously reflect on the error of his ways.

The force of impact sends F flying into the nearest wall. His body crumples to the floor, where he lies gasping for breath as warm blood gushes from his nose. Either from the excruciating pain or the blunt head trauma, but to Man F's fading vision it looks as though the killer looming before him is surrounded by a menacing deep violet miasma.

...Okay, several mistakes have been made. For one, Man F wouldn't have had to come across this fucking purple abomination if he hadn't foolishly trusted that fucking dickhead, who just conveniently forgot to mention that the apartment of the so-called "easy target" belongs to none other than the Araki Group's infamous Reaper...

"He ....fucked us over.... that basta..rd...put us up to it.....we didn't...know..." Man F manages to cough out, blood dripping down his chin as he struggles to pick himself up. Before he can explain himself further, Man F's words yield to an agonized cry as Murasakibara digs his heel into the fallen man's groin.

"Huuhhh?? I don't care," Murasakibara hisses, increasing pressure with little stomps.

"You killed my fridge. How are you going to make up for that?"

That's what he takes issue with?!

Not the armed break-in, or the attempt on his life-

"I'M SORRY" Man F screams, rather sincerely. But Murasakibara isn't in the mood to hear apologies, not when the corpse of his massacred kitchen appliance lies useless and riddled with bullet holes.

"Ahh, settle down, Atsushi," says the Reaper's companion from the side, where he is handling F's comrade, G. He's not as immediately recognizable as Murasakibara, but there's something uncomfortably familiar about the elegant dark-haired, undereye mole beauty queen man currently striking G across the face with the back of a Glock 19. Someone's feeling a bit aggressive today...

F would try and get a closer look, but he is getting his ass handed to him by a nightmare human, which is distracting to say the least.

"We can't find out what our guests want if you play too roughly... ahhh, oops. I got blood on my shirt..."

To Man F's surprise, Murasakibara relents immediately, pulling back with a slight pout. F crawls backwards quickly until his back hits a cabinet under the kitchen sink.

Who is this mystery man, that not only addresses this monster so familiarly, but actually gets him to obey...

"Mmmm, I already know what they want. They're a message from Haiz-...."

Murasakibara pauses mid-sentence, then pulls out his phone and just stays quiet while he focuses on that.

"Atsushi...?"

"Mmm, one sec, Muro-chin. I just gotta let Sa-chin know about this, 'cause she told me she'd get me a box of okonomiyaki Maiubo next time she goes to Osaka if I.."

The killer continues to ramble on about things Man F doesn't understand. The only thing that's sticking so far is Muro-chin.....Muro......

An ominous shudder passes through Man F before he fully realizes why, though his answer comes soon enough, in the form of mystery man lifting his blood spattered shirt up enough to reveal what is unmistakably the tattoo of a black dragon etched against his white skin.

The realization hits Man F like a brick: Muro... Himuro Tatsuya, Madame Araki Masako's notorious 'pet dragon'.

Which is just great, really. The Dragon and The Reaper live together in this humble happy home F and G were told to attack, like sacrificial lambs sent as some shitty human warning message.

That's it, if Man F makes it out of this alive ... and honestly, if either of these two wanted him dead, he'd be fucking dead...he's fucking quitting this shitty criminal life and going back to school. Become a welder or something, he doesn't have the nerves to suffer through this again.

Well, before anything, he needs to buy Murasakibara a new refrigerator.

[Saturday. 07:09. The Best Way To A Man's Heart Is Through His Stomach]

"Ah."

Kuroko awakens to the smell of food wafting in from an open door. What an unfamiliar phenomenon...

The bodyguard finds himself sitting up on the floor of Kagami Taiga's bedroom, his back pressed up against a part of the wall directly under a window. He blinks a few times, adjusting his eyes to the few strays of morning light peeking from beneath drawn blinds; he's a bit disoriented by the fact that he managed to fall asleep after all.

Three whole hours, at that. How rare.

Conditioned from a young age to sleep lightly and in unnatural positions, Kuroko picks himself up off the ground rather gracefully. He stretches his joints out, pulling his hand back only to be greeted by the sharp, throbbing pain in his right wrist: proof of the punch he had finally managed to coax out of the young master last night.

Though the hit was blocked in the end, and clearly nowhere near Taiga's full strength, Kuroko still can't help but smile fondly at his bruised arm: there is hope of teamwork here yet...

The bodyguard tucks his knife back into his pants' pocket (he never falls asleep without at least a weapon at the ready for worst case scenarios), then proceeds to step out the room and make his way to the kitchen, following the trail of that delicious smell.

In the kitchen area, he finds Kagami Taiga, young master and heir to the Kagami Empire, hard at work wielding a frying pan full of sizzling sliced pork and vegetables. Soup and white rice have already been prepared and set aside on the kitchen table.

The real treat here is how...domestic Kagami looks, with the black apron draped over his tall, muscular frame, hands busy preparing an unnecessarily heavy breakfast.

"Good morning."

"Oh, mornin'-- geh, what's with the ridiculous bedhead? You didn't even sleep in a bed..."

Kuroko doesn't feel the need to respond to this. Having confirmed Kagami's safety, he does a quick check around the rest of spacious apartment, including the balcony and the outer hall. He also checks in with the guards stationed in the surrounding area of the apartment complex to see if anything abnormal has gone by unreported in the past few hours.

All clear.

So no one's making any hasty moves yet. Biding their time, perhaps they've matured...

After trying and failing to contact Aida Riko, Kuroko moseys on back into the kitchen, perching onto a nearby stool and silently continues to watch Kagami. The young heir is looking down, his brows furrowed and mouth turned down in a slight frown as he tends to his stir fry, just about finished. It's difficult to tell whether he's feeling or troubled or if he's simply focused on the task in front of him.

Somehow, to see him make such an expression...

Of course, it's only natural for the young heir to be stressed out in his current situation. In fact, after Kagami's initial bout of rebellious beahviour subsided, he's been surprisingly adaptive and well-behaved. He may grumble constantly that he doesn't need a 24-hour guard, but not once has raised a question about the arrangement.

Perhaps he really does know...

There was something Miss Aida had offhandedly told Kuroko shortly after his employment into the Kagami family, and her words are coming back up again for some reason:

"People have been dragging Taiga into their affairs ever since he was a small child, only to abandon or lie to him afterwards. I haven't known him for that long, and he comes off as a fucking idiot...but I can tell it really wears on him."

At the time, Kuroko hadn't thought much of it, but now he finds himself reflecting on his own ulterior motives for involving himself with the young heir. He hadn't expected Kagami Taiga to end up being so honest and so...

"...what."

"I'm sorry?"

"You're staring at me...do you have a problem?"

"Ah, I'm just impressed to see that Mast-..Kagami-kun can even cook for himself."

Kagami squints at Kuroko, visibly suspicious, and raises his spatula threateningly.

"...Are you making fun of me?"

"Not at all."

"Ah! You looked away!!"

"Please, Kagami-kun. There's no need to be so noisy in the morning; you're hurting my ears."

"Damn you, Kuroko...."

Kagami scowls as he slides a bowl of rice and a plateful of his cooking over to Kuroko, leaving his bodyguard to marvel at how his charge expects him to eat so much food this early in the day.

A hot home cooked meal...

Kuroko utters his gratitude in a soft voice before digging in.

[Saturday. 11:45 . It's Not Like I Care Or Anything Part I]

"Aawww, what's this? You're reading all the files I gave you! I knew this game would finally get Dai-chan interested in something other than himself."

"Do you really have to- Geh. What are you all dressed up for? Don't tell me someone's actually made the mistake of asking you out on a da-MMMMF"

"^_^ Actually, I've made plans to meet up with Ki-chan!"

"Wh-............ Wow. Isn't that great."

"Yep, and you're coming with me."

"Huuuuuuuuuuuuh?! Don't wanna."

"Hmmm.... but weren't you saying last night how much you miss him?"

"The fuc-....Oi. Satsuki."

"What, am I wrong? But if Dai-chan needs to keep hiding from reality, you can just wait outside until we're done talking. :) "

".....uhh, why the fuck should I? I have nothing to say to him, and his face just fucking pisses me off."

"....Isn't that what they call sexual frustration?"

"What was that?"

"I said, 'I wasn't going to mention this, but since you're being problematic I have no choice. Muk-kun texted me this morning with some very interesting news about a certain old...teammate of ours.'"

"What..."

[Saturday. 11:48. Enter Trashman]

Haizaki Shougo sneezes violently into the crook of his arm, the fifth one today.

Someone must be talking shit.

[Saturday. 12:12. Reconnaissance]

"Hey, Shin-chan," Takao begins cautiously, adjusting his focus as he peers through the lenses of his binoculars.

"I'm glad you decided to rely on me so soon, but uhh...is there a special reason we're doing recon of one of the major Kagami Corp. buildings?"

"Fool. Don't ask questions you already know the answer to" is the curt reply. As expected...

Takao isn't sure whether he should be worried or not (he really should), but he feels it's better to just shake off the dark instinctual sense of foreboding and enjoy the pleasant afternoon breeze.

Whatever happens, he can tell it's going to be very entertaining.

"Well?"

"Ahhh, it's hard to say. The windows are bullet-resistant and at this distance, even if you could--..."

As Takao dips his view down to the ground level, two very colourful somethings catch his eye.

"Oh... Hey!"

"What is it?"

"Those people ...aren't they your friends or whatever? The two we met last year at the...that thing?"

Midorima frowns deeply, very clearly unsettled by the mention of 'friends'.

"What are you blabbering about ..."

"You know, the flashy crying guy and the pink girl with the" [hand motion over chest].

"WHAT."

Midorima snatches the binoculars from Takao's hands in a panic, his bandaged fingers shaking. After a few silent moments, he lets out an irritable hiss: looks like he's found them.

"Tch. Causing a scene together, as always."

Shin-chan seems rather frazzled... Takao accepts this as a gift, and observes happily as Midorima peers down at whoever those people are, muttering petulantly under his breath. Those two must be something special to get him to lose his composure like this.

Sadlly the amusement is short-lived:

"Uhhmm, you guys can't be here?"

So says the security guard of the public library rooftop Midorima and Takao are currently sitting on, and so the two assassins are forced to apologize and humbly take their leave.

[Saturday. 12:14. Absolutely Flawless]

A brief hush falls upon the patrons of this expensive café, and everyone turns their heads in unison to get a better look at the couple of rare beauties passing by.

The woman is clad in a simple pastel blue sundress that falls just above her knees, leaving the rest of her lovely legs exposed. She carries herself lightly and with grace; her long, rose-coloured hair flows behind her as she walks. Her soft mouth, curved into a sweet smile that betrays only the slightest hint of mischief, does not go unnoticed by the watchful restaurant patrons.

Her companion is equally radiant: tall, with a slender (though still muscular) build, silky blonde hair, and well-dressed to boot . He's sporting red-rimmed glasses that poorly mask a pretty face with delicate features. Actually, he does look a bit familiar...

Especially dazzling under the bright rays of the afternoon sun, the unreasonably good-looking pair take their seats outside on the patio, chatting together quietly in some foreign tongue, which only strengthens their appeal.

"What could those two possibly be discussing? Where are they from?? What is the nature of their relationship???" This is the nature of questions circulating amongst the customers and staff of the coffee shop.

The two just take relaxed sips of their respective beverages (black coffee for the lady, vanilla latte for the man), seemingly indifferent to the sudden influx of excited whispers their every move incurs from the people around them.

"....Maybe we should have met up somewhere a little less...busy" Kise remarks dryly, eyeing the blatant stares from the surrounding tables.

"Haha it's fine, it's fine. As far as I can tell, no one here understands Russian, and the crowd will give us cover in case anything happens" Momoi chirps happily, though Kise detects a slight edge of weariness in her voice. They're both used to this kind of treatment, and usually it's not a problem, but somehow the ogling is always ten times worse when they're together.

So beautiful, it's a curse...

"Besides," Momoi begins with a tilt of her pink head, peering up at Kise cheekily.

"Isn't Ki-chan always operating under the public eye? Even doing business with the likes of C in broad daylight, from what I hear. How bold!"

"Wahaaaa~, and you're as scary as ever, Momocchi. Really, nothing gets past you."

Momoi takes this as a compliment.

"Hehe. But I'm surprised you were willing to give him the time of day. To go to such lengths...you must be in a hurry to start things."

"Of course I am... I've been waiting so long for this moment, to be called out with everyone again. And now that Kurokocchi's gone and broken the rules...I just..."

"You're hoping to talk him out of it." Momoi concludes, sitting back against her chair. She twists a strand of her hair around her index finger, regarding Kise expectantly.

"Mmm...something like that. But Kurokocchi can be crazy stubborn once he's made his mind up. So if he's taking this seriously, then I can't help but get fired up, even if it means putting up with...shit."

Kise sighs, resting his chin on his hands, and flicks his dark golden eyes up at Momoi.

"What about Momocchi? Seems like your challenges have got you ready for blood, too. That Aida Riko is right up your alley, right? In more ways than one..."

Momoi's lips purse into a guilty smile as she is reminded that she's not the only dangerously shrewd one here. Perhaps from their equally undying love for Kuroko Tetsuya, and from sharing such skills as super-analysis, effortless seduction, and obfuscating naïveté, Momoi and Kise have also developed an intuitive understanding of each other's 'tastes' and 'preferences'.

The difference is that Momoi's directly interfering with Kise's sex life, though it's unlikely that he's caught on.

"She's certainly more troublesome than I ever could have hoped. She's getting uncomfortably close to finding out about us, but I set up a nice tr- ooh, that looks so good!"

Kise looks over as well, and the two watch as a cherry cheesecake is served two tables away. Being stared at by not one, but two angels is a bit too much for the blushing recipient of said cheesecake to handle.

"Ahh, but I shouldn't be eating so much sugar..."

"Did you want to split one?"

"Oooh, okay!"

They continue to chatter in Russian, despite not having anything more clandestine to say, until their dessert arrives. Momoi immediately plucks off the cherry from the top and pops it into her mouth. Delicious.

"By the way," Kise sinks his tiny fork into the cheesecake and eats the bite slowly before continuing, dropping his voice to a disparaging tone.

"How long is Aominecchi going to lurk in the shop across from us? I think he's scaring off some of their customers..."

Momoi can't hold back a snort of laughter, though she recovers with an airy giggle and dismissive wave of her hand.

"Don't worry about Dai-chan, he's just feeling shy. He'll come around, I'm sure."

Kise makes a tiny skeptical noise, but doesn't press any further.

He'll have to deal with this on his own, nothing new.

[Saturday. 12:44. It's Not Like I Care Or Anything Part II]

Ugh, that's right. Those two get along annoyingly well...

Aomine shoves an absurd quantity of noodles into his mouth without looking, too busy glaring at the scene that's developing at the coffee shop across the street.

God, are they trying to draw attention to themselves? Honestly. When it comes to attracting crowds (along with all sorts of unsavoury people), Momoi and Kise individually are bad enough. The result of their combined forces is that much more frustrating.

...it's no wonder their missions were so successful when they were paired together, back in the day. Damn pretty- boys and... whatever the appeal of Momoi is...(???)

Aomine's noodle-devouring becomes more aggressive with each passing moment, alarming all nearby customers. As if he let Momoi fool him into coming this far, with those 'Haizaki Shougo on the move again' scare tactics. That asshole isn't even really a threat, so enough of this bullshit. Once Aomine finishes this meal, he's fucking going home to stare at his beloved Mai-chan and maybe take a nap.

The man himself is unsure as to where all this annoyance is coming from.

.........................he for sure.........has no idea.......

Not a single clue.

His phone vibrates, so he picks it out with his left hand (while still feeding himself with the right), to read:

[Satsuki: Lol he's already noticed you. Stop being pathetic and just come out to say hi.]

A vein in Aomine's temple throbs.

Definitely going straight home after this.

[Saturday. 12:47. Scar #33]

Ahh, that smarts.

Riko grits her teeth and tightens her grip around the steering wheel, willing herself to ignore the jarring pain in her shoulder. She's leaning forward so as not to dirty the car, but it's meaningless, really, what with half-conscious Koganei bleeding out in the passenger's seat.

She had known that following the sketchy information trail attached to the name Momoi Satsuki would lead to danger, but she hadn't anticipated being attacked in broad daylight, only moments after hearing mere slivers of information about 'Miracles.'

Still. These wounds are mere scratches compared to all the hits Riko's taken for the Kagami Family. And a little dry-cleaning and a couple band-aids (okay, so Koga might need some more...advanced medical attention, but he's fine) is a small price to pay for the crucial leads Riko gained today.

Her intuition had been right: there really is a connection between all the killers and criminals hired to come after young master Taiga. But there are still too many unknowns for Riko to begin to understand why this is happening.

Sure, there are plenty of people and groups who would love to get their hands on the young heir, motives ranging from ransom money or blackmail, to a grudge against the father, to culling this random heir that they feel does not deserve the inheritance. Typical stuff, really.

But with Kagami Taiga, there is an added element of what happened during his...messy childhood, the reason why he's been hidden until now, and the groundbreaking power his fiery red head holds. It's only natural for those privy to this knowledge to try and take action. To use the young master, or to silence him.

And these people are all those who have hired one of the five...no, six including Momoi...big names. So what does that mean, if anything?

Riko intends to answer all these questions soon, though it means she'll be shedding more blood yet.

"Nooo....too many...pigeons......nya..." Koganei mumbles feverishly, convincing Riko to stop mulling over conspiracies and just apply more pressure to the gas pedal.

Hang in there, Koga, buddy.

Notes (from AO3):

forgive me, akashi, my sweet pink heterochromic yan mafia princess...you weren't in this chapter, but i will do right by you yet

also not that anyone asked, but i'm dying to write saucy scenes for dark blue tsundere doof x blonde fake ass ho, but alas, pacing or whatever that thing is called that i'm bad at

also also today's shitty chapter title brought to you by: select, but not necessarily relevant line from PI's 'In the Zone'

LMAO I WANT TO APOLOGIZE FOR EVERYTHING I'M SO SLEEP DEPRIVED AND BLESS YOU ALL FOR PUTTING UP WITH MY BS

#kb fanfic #murasakibara atsushi #himuro tatsuya #muramuro #kagami taiga #kuroko tetsuya #kagakuro #midorima shintarou #takao kazunari #momoi satsuki #aida riko #momoriko #aomine daiki #kise ryota #aokise

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