#beet-delinquent

[skiiyoomin]

Hello!

could I request headcanons of Aren Kobayasu, Kusuo Saiki and Shun Kaido with a s/o that’s super clumsy and always hurt in some way? Like their body hurts or they have scratches almost every time they see them

If you don’t wanna do this, it’s completely fine! Just make sure to eat and stay hydrated! I hope you have a good day or night!! :3

ღThey have a clumsy s/o

ʚCont: gn! reader, mentions of injuries

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a/n Hii, ofc you can! Thank you for requesting! Make sure you stay hydrated and eat all your meals too!! <3 I hope you enjoy this!

AREN KOBAYASU

when you were still fresh in your relationship, he thought your bruises and cuts were cause you were getting beat up by delinquents

you know that angry face he always makes? yeah that's the face he had when he saw your injuries

at first you thought he was mad at you so you confronted him

poor boy was confused

like huh? why would he be mad at you?

then you explained and he was like oh

he ends up ranting about how he's gonna beat whoever is hurting you and how they shouldn't mess with you otherwise they're messing with him

you can't help but laugh a bit, cause tbh it's so cute seeing him so protective over you :')

when you explain it's because you're clumsy he goes beet red with embarrassment

now that he knows he prolly gets mad at whatever you accidentally hurt yourself with

you knocked into the corner of a table and now you have a bruise? throws it or punches it till it smashes

now you're problem is solved

conclusion: he will have beef with anything that hurts you

KUSUO SAIKI

saw it coming

obviously

he will never admit but he always tries his best using his abilities to make sure you don't get hurt

secretly, not so secretly, uses his hand to cover the edges of tables so you don't get hurt

at this point he does it instinctively

he always carries a mini first aid kit in case you need it!!

you got a cut on your finger? don't worry, Saiki has band aids ready to go!

Low-key worries about you cause you could get seriously hurt one day

if you ever tease him for being a sweetheart he'll turn red like a tomato and deny it

probably bonks you in the head (softly) so you don't tease him again

just let him care for you in his own way! 😤

SHUN KAIDO

y'all know what's coming

he's blaming it on the Dark Reunion!

pls believe him

he's very clumsy himself

so y'all are the clumsy couple

if it's not you getting hurt, it's him

but you both like to take care of each other!

he is a firm believer that kisses on the injury cure it and you can't convince me otherwise

so expect lots of kisses!!!

even though he gets very shy most of the times

I have a scenario in my head where more often than not, you've tripped and landed on Kaidou

poor boy has passed out more than once because of this

whether its because he landed too hard or because you're on top of him will remain a mystery

all in all, he tries to take care of you as much but is probably just as much of a klutz as you are

10/10 for the effort though

[the-pinstriped-hood]

Runaway

Part 2 to Meatcute@Midnight:

(An OC x Cannon Lost Boys story continuation) (Evie x David)

Part 3

Evie was lucky, so far she hadn't gotten fired.

Every night since, the blonde haired biker who had finally introduced himself as David, popped into her store and had tried striking up a conversation with the pretty store clerk who always tried to usher him back out.

Three weeks in and Evie finally relented. After her boss had left for the night, she had locked the door for her boss and as soon as he was gone, she would unlock the door. There was no use in fighting David. He would make a clown of himself, try and get her to let him in and make her laugh. Something about his personality just made her want to talk to him. Maybe she was lonely? Work was awfully boring on the rare nights that David hadn't shown up. A small part of Evie waited nightly for her mysterious blonde friend to make an appearance, and when he did? He followed her around, talking to her.

On this particular night, Evie was working on closing up shop as usual with her Manager, Mr. Bayker. Closing announcements were made and it seemed like it would be another normal night. The crackle and roar of motorcycle tires on concrete filled the air outside the store. But it was too loud and David was always so quiet. Evie looked outside the front window, several headlamps this time around from a chorus of stalling motorcycles.

"What the hell??" Bayker cried, rushing through the aisles, receipts in hand as he rushed to the front door. "You damn kids! Get off my property or I'm calling the cops! You aren't allowed to be here!!"

A bunch of mocking laughter echoed, following his threat. "Where's the girl, old man?"

The headlights shining in Baykers face were too bright, having to cover his eyes. He couldn't make out who that comment had belonged to. "Girl?! What girl?!"

"The girl. The one that slaves away for you. I figured a manager would take it upon himself to close up shop himself instead. Some leader you are." Another chorus of mocking laughter.

"I'm calling the police!!!" Bayker cried, running back into the store and right past Evie who didn't didn't even see her. She heard the Manager's office door slam shut. It was just her and those bikers now. Everything was quiet, the drone of the bikes overpowered the store's speakers, making it the only thing you could hear. The light from their headlamps spilled onto the tile floor inside. Things felt tense. Guarded steps took Evie out from the aisles, peeking around a pillar. "Evie…Evie…come out and play~"

It was strange, through all the noise and commotion she heard it was David's calm voice through all of it loud and clear.

His voice seemed to tease her. "Come outside…"

She hadn't even noticed that she had walked out the door. Like the last thirty seconds of her life had evaporated from her memory.

Evie's bangs didn't help shield her from the bright lights. Covering her eyes with her hand, she got closer to the sound of motorcycles. "There she is…Didn't I tell you guys she was cute?"

Another chorus, this time of agreement. "Where have you been hiding from us, Evie?"

The young woman looked past David to one of the other blonde bikers, the colorful epaulets on the shoulder of his jacket jingled in the wind. "I've always needed to work. I thought David was alone."

"Nah girl he ain't alone. He's just been keeping you from the rest of us."

"Get on. You need a break." David added, hand outstretched to her.

"Come with us, Evie."

"B-but I…" Evies hand was so close David could grab it easily.

"Hold it right there!!!" All eyes snapped to Bayker as he was panting, running when he saw Evie had gone missing. "Miss Pierce you get away from those delinquents this instant! Back inside, I'll deal with them!" The older man's brow was beaded with sweat, face as red as a beet.

"And what? Have her worked her to death? I don't think so."

The air was tense and Evie could not move. Caught between the key to freedom or stability.

She saw into David's eyes. He was silently pleading with her to get on the bike. The cashier looked back at her boss, huffing and sneering. "Well?"

Evie took David's hand as wild cheers rose up from the boys, David helping Evie onto the back of his bike with a triumphant smile as the sound of revving motors drowned out her managers yells. "Consider this my resignation! I quit!!!" Pulling off her work shirt to reveal the black tank top underneath and tossing it to the ground.

"Hold on tight."

The last thing Evie recalled was peeling out of the parking lot, four other bikes bringing up the rear and all of them riding off with her.

The night air smelled sweet as the boys howled wildly like banshees as the bikes continued on, past large groups of trees that broke away to reveal the seaside of Santa Clara. She watched as David's friends rose and fell back in formation. The little boy on the back of Dwayne ride waved to her. She waved back. The night seemed to grow darker the closer they got to their destination. The bikes stopped at a small cliff just outside of town. "Take a look, Evie." David smiled. Bright lights lit up the sky as just past the cliff, on the beach side below them was a massive Boardwalk Carnival. Her eyes lit up. "I never knew about this place. Can we go??"

"You've never been to the boardwalk?" The young boy named Laddie asked.

"I've never been out this far before. I've only ever been past mainstreet. I never knew this town had such a place…"

"Well then we'll just have to show you around!"

The biker who was introduced as Paul grinned. "You're gonna love it there!"

All of these boys were so sweet to her. It was hard to imagine that all of them were Vampires.

A few days ago~

"So, why are you always avoiding me in the produce aisle?" Evie looked up from her work of stacking apples on the stand. David was smoking against a pillar just outside of the produce section.

"Ah, allergies." He lied.

"Uh huh, Sure. You know you can't get hives just by standing next to fruit right?"

"Yeah. And?" David was defensive, his posture gave it away that he was clearly uncomfortable.

"Then come over here."

"I can't."

Evie laughed. "Oooh big man scared of the lettuce and parsley.." she playfully teased David who wrinkled his nose at the thought. "What are you? a vampire or something?"

“Do you believe in vampires, Evie?” David asked, flicking the empty cigarette into the trash. He stared at her as she continued to work waiting patiently on her answer. The blonde female sniffed nonchalantly beginning on another box of fruit. “Not exactly. I feel the whole demon of the night, cursed to roam the earth, impossibly good looking villain trope to be over played in a lot of media. A lot of vampire “habits” just came from real life historical figures like Vlad the Impaler and Lady Bathory who were just everyday human murderers. Why?” She finally met David’s questioning gaze.

“That is true, however,” David continued. “That's not the whole story to us vampires. Bathory and Tepes were actual vampires. Centuries ago, historical scholars decided that my kind and other supernatural beings were to be written into nothingness, seen as only fictitious monsters meant to frighten bad children, the weak hearted and those who did not believe in the catholic faith. We’re real, Evie. Very, very real. There's a lot of us here, in Santa Clara.”

Silence hung in the air. Both human and vampire were stone still, waiting on the other to make a single move.

“If I was in actual danger, David,. You would have killed me already, you have no witnesses. So, why just come here to talk to me?”

David chuckled, crooking his finger in a ‘come hither’ motion. “You get out from behind that bale of garlic, and I’ll tell you why.”

Legs obeyed his request as she stood, brushing the onion peels off her pant legs and hiding the stray strand of hair behind her ear. Evie walked out of the produce section as David lit another cigarette. “Because something about you intrigues me, Evie. A pretty girl like you working in a dump like this. That just isn't right. I want to help you, you told me you wanted to be a teacher. Why can't you just go chase that dream? What's stopping you?”

“A lack of funds. My apartment is so sparse because all the money I make goes to all of my bills and upkeep. I have no time for myself and I never have since I came to Santa Clara. I just don't have the drive to keep chasing it if my situation doesn't change, David.”

The biker stared at his depressed companion. He hated seeing her so sad, to work herself to the bone each and every night and it was even worse when he found her crying at work. His heart didn't beat, but it still ached for Evie.

David was going to kick himself if he didn't help her. He was a fan of the dark, but still craved to see her eyes light up like they had the other night when he appeared. She looked so happy to see him that he even got a hug. He needed to see those lights again, by any means necessary. Evie had to be his.

Present Day

David and the boys watched as the now ex cashier rode the carousel, going around and around. David chuckled. "You know boys, when you pick up an unassuming rock. You might just find a gem on the inside." Eventually the carousel slowed Evie dismounted her horse, getting off and bouncing up and down with childlike glee. “I’ve never been on a carousel! That was amazing!”

The rest of her night was filled with more fantastic discoveries, popcorn, ice cream, exploring every shop with wide eyed curiosity. Evie finally found herself getting sleepy at around 2am when the boardwalk crowds began to grow thinner and the lights began to turn off. Evie hugged the stuffed beaver Dwayne had won her at one of the many carnival games, yawning loudly.

The bikers collectively chuckled. ‘David, you better take Evie home, girl looks like she's about to collapse.” Marko chuckled, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Yeah, you guys head home without me. I’ll be back soon, alright?”

The pack dispersed and David took Evie home. He knew where she lived because he may have done some light stalking, just in case. Finding the key to her apartment in her pocket, David carried Evie inside, finding that she had been telling the truth and that her living conditions were rather spartan. Most of the rooms remained barren and there was a mattress with a blanket and a pillow on the floor of where the bedroom was located. What a sorry state someone has to live in.

David almost wanted to say fuck it and just take Evie back to Hudsons Bluff with him and risk getting burned in the sun. It was almost worth it, then again he did not doubt she would be unhappy with the decision.

As much as it pained him to do so, he carried Evie to the bedroom, finding it surprisingly dark. Several curtains, sheets and boxes blocked any sunlight from coming into the room whatsoever. It was practically perfect if he were to stay the night. He could watch over Evie, surely she wouldn't mind. David bit his lip and decided on fuck it. Removing his boots, coat and gloves, Mentally telling the others that he would be staying the night at Evies. This was followed by a chorus of wolf whistles and catcalls. The lead vampire expected nothing less from his childish coven mates. He gently knelt, laying Evie down on the mattress and removed her shoes, covering her with a blanket. He hoped she wouldn't be upset having a vampire sleep in her apartment.

Floating to the ceiling and flipping himself upside down in front of the sleeping girl, he crossed his arms over his chest, his last few precious minutes of consciousness filled with watching Evie’s chest rise and fall as she buried half her face into the pillow, her beaver wrapped up in her arms, a small contented sigh escaping her lips.

“What a beautiful creature.” David muttered and followed Evie into unconsciousness.

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[ajourneyinmentalhealth]

My Childhood: Part III

So basically most my childhood consisted of not only being abused mentally and physically by my mother, but also by my other family members as well. My mother would scream until her face was beet red, chase us through the house with some kind of make shift weapon, me screaming and crying. Begging her to stop. She would leave welts and red marks all over my backside and legs. Her preferred weapon was something we call a 'switch'. This is a thin and flexible branch from a bush or tree. Basically used like a whip that leaves large, long, bright red welts behind. And if she did it hard enough it would draw blood sometimes. She would call us names, tell us how miserable we made her, how much she sacrifices for us, how it hurts her more than it hurts us when she punishes us. This is all abusive bull shit being shoved down my throat as was done to her. My father gave me a small spanking when I was maybe 5 years old and then never did it again. Because he realized that it wasn't necessary for me to learn the lesson he wanted me to learn. I was also 'punished' by my grandparents on more than one occasion. My grandpa liked to use a belt and my grandmother liked to smack with an open palm. Usually smacking our mouth or our head. Always screaming and so so angry. Also the amount of emotional manipulation and abuse I suffered from them was massive. Guilt trips, gaslighting, twisting my words at every turn. Even when I hadn't done anything wrong I was still in trouble. I was made to admit to things that I had not done because I was interrogated for so long that they coerced a confession from me. That's what they do to criminals in a police station. Not parents talking to a child in the living room. Also my older cousin was a terrible influence on me. She introduced me to all kinds of adult material that neither of us should have even known existed at that age. Also she basically got to do whatever she wanted and would bring me along with her sometimes. Trespassing, breaking and entering, property damage. All those fun delinquent things you would expect from children who come from a shitty home. I always tried my best to be a good kid but I reached a point where I was like, 'well I'm getting punished for nothing anyway so might as well have some fun and make it worth it.' Every single turn or change that my mother tried to make in me just made it worse honestly. It didn't feel like it came from a place of concern for my safety. It felt like it came from a concern for herself and her own feelings. It was never about how she made me feel. That didn't matter because I was a child. Her feelings were always more important. What she wanted was more important. That's why we had so many random people in and out of the house all the time. And why she was a semi functional drug addict. I don't know how she managed honestly. With her mental health and everything she has suffered. It's important to hold people accountable. But you can also forgive them at the same time. Both these things aren't exclusive of each other.

[maruflix]

MEET YOUR MATCH #oneshot #takiishichika #f!reader

Spending all your waking hours surrounded by rowdy boys in the biggest dojo in town, it’s no surprise that you grow up to be a skilled fighter with a fiery personality to match. You are the tempest incarnate, a force to be reckoned with — and Takiishi Chika can’t help but get swallowed up in your storm. / REQ.

feat. takiishi chika　　⎯⎯　wc. 3.6k

content: badass reader, chika can’t express himself, endo gets beat up (again), enemies to lovers, soft chika ftw, pining, jealous chika, things escalate quickly, slightly suggestive but you know i can’t write smut so i don’t, reader is both physically and mentally badass

“A challenger? What the fuck does that even mean?”

Nights at the dojo are spent by sitting on the floors, doing cooldowns and chatting about whatever interesting gossip circulates around the town. Tonight is no exception— you’re sitting cross legged on the mat that carpets your family dojo with your friends stretching not far away from you.

Sakura Haruka is the first one to answer, his eyes shining in excitement, “So one of our seniors heard that we train at your dojo, and somehow the news got to two real scary seniors! Their names are Takiishi Chika and Endo Yamato.”

“They’re bad news, really. Always out looking for a fight with anyone to scratch a weird fighting itch, I guess? They’re real delinquents.” Those words are harsh, especially when they came from the gentlest, kindest guy you knew, Umemiya Hajiime.

“Anyway, we just heard it from a friend of a friend. It might be a hoax for all we know.” Suo Hayato pipes up from behind you, massaging your tense shoulders with the ease of a seasoned masseur.

Your arched eyebrows have now relaxed thanks to Suo’s expert hands, but a slight annoyance is still visible on your features. “Well damn, I didn’t realize we’re living in the world of Tekken Chinmi. What, are they gonna destroy my place and steal the secret dojo technique if they win?”

“Huh? You have a secret technique?”

“I’m pretty sure she’s joking, Sakura…” At Nirei’s reply, Sakura’s face turned beet red. You laugh boisterously as the poor boy fumbles with his blue belt.

“Anyway, I’m pretty sure the old man won’t let me kick their asses if they really do come.” You are unable to mask your disappointment and your friends’ expressions start to turn into worried ones.

“(Y/N)...” Umemiya warns, “Whatever you’re thinking in that head of yours, stop. They’re actually really strong.”

“As strong as you?” Smirking, you take a jab at him, to which he barely dodged. Even though he may not look like it, you’ve experienced first hand how strong Umemiya is in a fight. Belt rankings sometimes don’t mean a thing when it comes to real fighting, and Umemiya is a surprisingly seasoned fighter. (The current record is 11-10, but you’re aiming to get it to a 11-11 at least by the end of this month.)

“One of them is too emotional and reckless, but the other one?” Umemiya trails off, as if thinking about something from long ago, “He’s crazy strong.”

You raise an eyebrow, now thoroughly interested. Umemiya Hajime with his pretty face and eerie calmness is a real pain in the ass to fight during kumite, being one of the only guys in the dojo to actually beat you, who have been training since you were a toddler. So for that kind of guy to say that someone is ‘crazy strong’? It certainly rouses your curiosity.

“Anyway, why are you guys not heading home already?”

Like a cue, the doors are slammed open, the chilly night wind invading the warm dojo air. You shiver involuntarily as the cool breeze tickles the part of your neck that is not covered by your gi. Everyone turns their head to look at the visitor, and they certainly have mixed reactions.

Sakura and Nirei let out a full gasp. Suo stays silent, even though his eyes are bulging out from his skull. Umemiya growls, a displeased scowl on his face. You, on the other hand, are puzzled upon seeing a boy with messy black hair standing at the door. A loose black yukata envelops his muscular body that is covered with tattoos, and his blue eyes are locked on you.

“Hey, can I help you?” You wanted to cuss him out for not immediately closing the door, but your father has always told you to be kind to potential customers. So you roll your eyes, bite back your ‘fuck you’s, and ask him in the most sarcastic tone possible: “And can you close the door, please? It’s literally November.”

The boy’s lips twist up to form a cheshire grin as he studies you, ignoring the four glares that are directed at him. “You’re the owner of this dojo, yeah?”

You roll your eyes again. “Too bad for me, my old man’s still alive and kickin’. And too bad for you, he’s out right now. What business do you have with him?”

He chuckles, a low tone that definitely spells trouble. “Nah, it’s you I have business with. That belt of yours, is it real or is it just for decoration?”

Your eyes glance down at the two-striped black belt that hugs your waist snugly. You have worked your ass off to get to where you are, all the blood, sweat, and tears that carried you from a white belt to an officially recognized nidan— not just a black belt, but a black belt of the second degree. It’s fairly new, too, the excitement that you got from receiving it a week ago is still not completely gone.

“What’s it to you?”

Your friends tense up next to you. They’ve seen you try not to stir up a fight, but with the way the situation is progressing…

“(Y/N), this is one of the seniors we were talking about.” Nirei whispers in a pleading tone, hoping to calm you down. It only riles you up.

“Oh, nothing. I seem to have exhausted all the fighters in town and I remembered that there’s still one place I haven’t gone to. Maybe my opponent won’t disappoint me this time?” The challenge is clear in his voice. With every step he takes, your eyes only narrow even further. You are now standing face to face with him, looking at him squarely in the eye, like two tigers sizing up each other.

“If you’re looking for a fight, I suggest you do it elsewhere. This is no place for your egotistical, frivolous hobby.” Despite the itch in your arms to deliver a blow straight to his smirking face, you still try to honor your father’s wishes not to start petty fights, especially not in the dojo.

“Oooh, you scared? Wanna call daddy? But I bet I’d beat him up too.”

There is a deafening silence. Even with all the playful banter, a normal human being should know that there are some lines that you cannot cross. But the damn idiot took a big stride across the fucking line. Your friends are watching mutely with mouths hanging open as your last strand of patience finally snaps.

Oooh. He is so gonna get it. 

“Is that so? Very well, you started it. Don’t go crying to mommy when you lose.”

He’s visibly pleased to see that he’s successfully angered you. “Endo Yamato, by the way.”

“Boy, you won’t even remember your name by the time I’m done with you.”

And with that, you grab fistfuls of his black yukata and knee him straight in the gut.

Takiishi Chika isn’t sure what to think when Endo Yamato limps to him that afternoon, lip cut and cheeks bruised. He knows that for all the bullshit Endo spews out he would certainly get into real trouble someday, but he has always thought that Endo is not that bad of a fighter. A bad judge of character, yes, but not a bad fighter.

So why is he clutching his right arm and wincing in pain like he’s just got back from war?

“... what happened to you?”

Endo stops in front of him and winces again as he looks down at his arm. It is now sporting a bluish-purple bruise. He can’t even stand straight because his stomach is still pulsing uncomfortably. “That damned girl…”

“Girl?”

“From the damned dojo… the one I told you about yesterday…”

Takiishi hums in acknowledgement, recalling the same dojo Endo has been blabbing excitedly about. ‘Apparently,’ he had said, ‘it’s where the Furin guys go. And get this, get this, they practice with the owner’s daughter! Ha!’ he had snorted, ‘Bet I can beat her up in less than ten seconds, what a joke.’

Warily, Takiishi sweeps his gaze over Endo. The minor cuts on his face are probably from a sharp nail. The bleeding lip, a punch? The bruises are most probably from powerful punches. The way he is limping like that, he definitely got his footing sweeped. He blinks when Endo hunches over more; yup, definitely kneed in the gut. What a joke.

“Stronger than Umemiya?”

“More or less the same… I think.”

Takiishi has guessed as much, with the way Endo is struggling to speak. He doesn’t really care about avenging Endo, the weakling blabbermouth, but this girl he is speaking of is certainly interesting.

He can feel his heart thrum in excitement. A girl as strong as Umemiya Hajime? Now that’s someone he should definitely meet.

“Aw, I missed all the fun stuff!” Hiragi Toma groans, holding his head in his hands. Your four friends have made it their life mission to tell the world about the showdown at the dojo yesterday, and now everyone at Furin High knows your name, your dojo, and how you kicked Endo Yamato’s irritating ass.

Kaji Ren offers you a lollipop, and you take it gratefully, unwrapping it before plopping it into your mouth. Your sides still hurt slightly from the harsh kick you received from the asshole, but you’re otherwise fine. You have expected Endo to be crazy strong, but once you one-upped him a bit, he instantly loses all rationality and ends up crumpled up beneath you. Pathetic ass.

“You okay? Does it still hurt? Ugh, how can I face your father now?!” Umemiya groans. You can tell from his face that he’s proud and satisfied of your victory, but also worried sick. It doesn’t help that your dad has made him the person in charge of looking after you. Something about you being a troublemaker who needs a reliable person to take care of you, and blah blah blah. Mostly, Umemiya is your childhood friend and he can be overprotective when he’s not handing you your ass at the dojo.

“Calm down, it’s just a small bruise.” Truth be told, it hurts a lot more than you let on. (As if you’d let your friends know that.)

“You need to take care of yourself more.” Great, now Kaji of all people is lecturing you too. You pout at him, about to make a snide comeback, before you bump into Sakura’s back. Noticing that Sakura and your friends have now stopped walking to look straight ahead, you peek from behind Sakura’s shoulders to see yet another stranger. 

In just one glance, you can tell that this person is a lot stronger than the weirdo who stormed your dojo. Standing just a few centimeters shorter than Umemiya, the golden-eyed boy is openly staring at you. His orange-red hair contrasts the dark attire he wears. Before anyone can say anything, he is already marching to your direction, a murderous aura heavy on the air. Sakura is the first to react, protectively shielding you from the other’s advances.

Your blood runs cold when he gets smacked away. Hard. Sakura stumbles, instantly supported by Suo and Nirei before he falls down. You snap your eyes to the stranger, anger flaring like a wildfire. “You’re the other one, aren’t you?” Halting his movements, he merely grins like a maniac at your question.

This time Umemiya is the one who steps in front of you, eyebrows knitted and lips pursed in a thin line. “Takiishi. What do you think you’re doing?” Kaji and Hiragi quickly move to shield you as well, shoulders squared.

The four guys are now having a staring showdown with neither of them backing down. But what they don’t realize is how furious you are. Sliding from behind Umemiya, you face this ‘Takiishi’. “You wanna get your ass handed to you like your little friend yesterday?” Despite Suo’s pleas to calm down, you press on. “Wait, are you here to avenge him?”

Your mocking laugh doesn’t affect him in the slightest. “He’s weak.” He simply states, and you did a double take at how nonchalant he sounds. “It’s too noisy. I’ll find you when you’re alone.” Without waiting for an answer, Takiishi leaves.

Scrunching up your nose, you merely smirk. “When I’m alone, huh? I’ll be waiting for you.”

By now, all your friends are giving you pleading looks for you to stop, but you’re too annoyed to care. You’ll deal with his cocky ass when the time comes, but right now you’re focused on making sure Sakura’s okay.

Takiishi keeps his promises when he saunters to you on a swelteringly hot afternoon. He still wears the same black jacket from before. Even with the jacket on, you can tell he has a muscular build. The calculated steps he takes are intimidating, too. He wastes no time for words, quickly throwing you a powerful punch.

You’re able to dodge it, but you’re not so lucky with his next strike. A jab to your sides in the same spot that Endo bruised. Grimacing in pain, you take a few steps back, mentally cursing at your carelessness.

This asshole doesn’t pull his punches.

Within a few moments into the fight, you can already tell that he’s much stronger than you. His long hair and long clothes don’t seem to hinder his movements because he keeps launching strike after strike, each one more agile than before. After taking a few too many punches, you’re now racking your brains trying to come up with tactics to destroy this guy. Unlike your stoic father, you’re comfortable with trying every dirty trick in the book if it means guaranteeing your victory. Real life is different from competitions, after all.

“What a waste.” You spit out after taking a few steps back to catch your breath. “Got a pretty face, but your personality is shit.” He’s visibly surprised and you seize the moment to land a powerhouse kick, effectively sending him stumbling. Grinning at your small victory, you continue. “Stop this nonsense and maybe I’ll let you take me out on a date, how about that?” Once again, he stiffens up, and you land another kick.

He seems to have finally learned his lesson, now glaring at you and fixing his stance. You giggle at his little frustration. “Aww, don’t pout like that, sweetheart. Just say you think I’m pretty and move on.”

“You’re pretty.” He nonchalantly says, and it’s your turn to be surprised. He instantly tackles you down, locking you with a death grip.

Words can’t describe how angry you are at being beaten with your own tactic. You manage to struggle free from his death grip, but he is still sitting on top of you. Realizing that his face is a little bit too close, you decide to take a gamble…

… and crash your lips into his.

Oh, he’s definitely surprised now, his posture laxing. You flip him on his back, your positions now reversed. Even when you pull away, he still stares up at you, arms at his sides. You try to gather his arms and pin it so you can pummel his face, but he won’t budge. For a second you debated on kissing him again, seeing how effective it renders him immobile, but he moves quicker.

He loops an arm behind your neck, bringing your face down before capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. His long hair splays under his head like a halo, his eyes surprisingly closed. You yelp and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, both of you now fighting for dominance under the hot sun.

There’s an indecipherable tension when the two of you pull away. “You’re mine now.” Takiishi unexpectedly says first, his eyes never leaving yours.

You tilt your head in defiance, a smirk on your lips. “Am I?”

Takiishi quickly learns that although there’s an undeniable spark between the two of you, you’re not someone he can tame easily. After kissing him hotly on the mouth, you had kicked him again in the exact same spot as before, grinning and telling him that it was payback. He wakes up the next morning with a purple bruise.

He still doesn’t understand why on earth he ends up chasing you around in the hopes of kissing you again instead of fighting you, but all he knows is that he beat up Endo for talking shit about you and he feels ready to burn the world down when he sees Umemiya sling an arm around you. Or when Suo makes you laugh with his jokes. Or when you take a lollipop from Kaji.

For some reason, your friends don’t really care about him showing up anymore. Perhaps you told them that he’s harmless around you now, he doesn’t really care. All he wants is to feel that dizzying feeling again. He watches you go about your day, stirring up trouble and beating up bad guys on the street, laughing and running with your friends. And at nights, after a fun day of hanging out, you stride to him with a ravenous look in your eyes, pulling him by his collar to give him his reward. 

Endo tells him that you’re just using him, but he doesn’t mind.

“You,” Takiishi growls in between kisses, “are mine.” His jacket is thrown away somewhere, leaving him with his turtleneck. Your hand shoots forward to caress his face, and despite the alarm bells ringing in his head, he finds himself leaning into your touch. The moonlight shines down, illuminating your face with an ethereal glow. He watches you breathlessly, admiring his work on your neck. Seeing his bite marks there only fuels his possessiveness as he captures both your wrists and pins them on top of your head.  Even without saying anything, you’re able to rile him up this much… and you look so unaffected. It’s hardly fair. 

He leans down again, hearing you giggle. “Am I?” 

He feels a prick of irritation at your brattiness. He uses his free hand to wrap it around your throat, and you resisted the urge to laugh. He barely squeezes. “Oh, you’re choking me-” Faking a pained moan, your eyes light up in amusement when he immediately loosens his already-loose grip, his eyes widening in shock. Oh, what a cutie.

“Then stop annoying me.”

“Huh? You’re so mean to me, how do you expect me to like you back, huh?” Once again, you used your best sad face. You don’t think you’re a very good actress, but you know what they say: love is blind— and Takiishi Chika is blindly in love.

There’s a conflicted look in Takiishi’s eyes and you giggle again, craning your neck upwards. His hand is still around your throat when you peck his cheek. “Just kidding.”

Oh, you are going to be death of him.

Takiishi knows that you like him too. You had to be, with the way you tease and act around him, the way you instantly go to him the second you finish practice, sometimes still in your gi as he rips it off from you to mark your body again. Takiishi is certain that you like him too, so why..? Why do you insist on making him jealous? 

He watches from a distance, body coiled up like a spring, ready to pounce at Umemiya freaking Hajime who has his arms around your waist, guiding you down to sit. Suo is telling another one of his shitty jokes again, making you laugh like an angel, while Sakura is glued to your side like a baby, blushing everytime your hand grazes his’. He watches each interaction, fuming, with a silent Endo by his side.

He knows he’s being irrational. He’s not even your boyfriend, and you were supposed to be enemies. He thinks. He doesn’t really understand anything anymore. What he knows is how much he wants to beat up your friends, and how much he holds it back because he knows you will hate him for it. He doesn’t want you to hate him. Anything but that.

Umemiya whispers something in your ear, before lifting up his gaze to meet his own mockingly. You follow Umemiya’s gaze and tilt your head at him teasingly, as if the hickey on your neck wasn’t given by him the night before. He feels his breath getting hotter as Endo shifts in his seat uncomfortably.

But he knows how much you hate it when he storms in front of your friends, so he stills himself. He’ll get his reward later. He can wait. He takes out his phone to type a warning to you. Not that you usually care.

You’re mine.

He watches a smirk curl on your lips as you type a short reply.

Am I?

Meanwhile, you shudder in your seat at how intently Takiishi is watching you, his gaze practically boring holes into you. You force yourself to shift your attention to your friends again, who thinks that you managed to beat him up and now he won’t dare to disturb you.

They have no idea that Takiishi has been taking special care of you almost every night now. You’re not ready to sort and come to terms with your feelings right now, not when Takiishi himself hasn’t even manned up and asked you out.

So you lean back into Umemiya’s embrace, laughing with Sakura, Suo and Nirei, talking about underrated songs with Kaji and Hiragi, snapping photos with Kiryu. You decide to make the best of the moment, because you know that you won’t be able to walk by the time Takiishi is done with you tonight.

[venomousjorogumo]

Harumi was surprised that Beavis didn't feel confused or intoxicated, given how many hits he'd taken off the sativa cartridge. "Thank goodness. It won't do either of us any good if you're too stoned, since recreational marijuana use isn't legal in these parts." While Highland, Texas wasn't the American Dream, she found herself at home due to all the delinquents and petty crime in the area. She'd done her research before coming to the United States, thinking Texas was the perfect place to cause a ruckus. She only hoped that they wouldn't get pulled aside by the truant officer, or the cops. Her host family might demand she go home to Japan if they found out she'd skipped classes, and taken pot.

"You don't want to go to Habanero's Cafe? I suppose Maxi-Mart is cheaper." They didn't need to cross the street yet as the convenience store wasn't in the same plaza as the Mexican restaurant. "Well, nothing's better than preparing your own nachos. You'll know exactly what ingredients to add, and you won't be stingy." Sometimes, at fine dining places the cooks weren't generous with ingredients. The more the Jorōgumo thought about it, it made sense. Her stomach grumbled and a beet red blush spread across her face, all the way to her ears. "I'm pretty hungry." As they neared the Maxi-Mart, she rummaged through her pockets and searched for her wallet.

beavis wants to ask if he should cut down on the ‘moderation’—which he’s momentarily confusing with another word that means something entirely different—but he’s afraid she might agree, in which case he doesn’t want to hear that. happily consumed in his own thoughts, though, he almost doesn’t even hear her question until the word ‘dizzy’ grabs his attention. of course, he’s not sure what her inquiry was, so he takes a shot in the dark. “um… no?” hopefully that’s an answer that will satisfy her.

a restaurant? beavis wants to ask if he even remotely resembles a millionaire as his grasp on financial status is a bit skewed and he thinks you almost have to be rich in order to eat anywhere they serve you food. “no way! ya gotta get them from maxi-mart, heh.” nothing beats convenience store food, he thinks. or maybe it’s just the prices that can’t be beat. although sometimes he feels a little young, wild, and free and hits up the local taco bell instead, but only if he has a coupon. “you get to add your own toppings, so it’s like, really cool.”

[dognonsense]

So for the rejoice meme. The original, as far as i know, was top text “woe” and bottom text “plague be upon ye” and variations therupon. Then eventually... pretty recently, woe was replaced with rejoice, and then something good (debatably) as bottom text. And now ajj fans see rejoice as the top text and immediately think of the song. That’s my theory anyway.

thank you very much i didnt see the original meme!!!

[dykeyfuckingway]

You’ve heard of funko pop, now get ready for funko bra

you don’t know how many times my phone has autocorrected to funko pop and i ended up looking like a FOOL

[teal-gerard]

Quarantine asks (but i can’t remember the numbers): How are you at climbing trees? And if you could only drink one juice for the rest of your life what would it be?

How are you at climbing trees?

I used to climb trees all the time when I was you ger! it's been so long since I've done it but I'm sure I could if I found the right tree haha

if you could only drink one juice for the rest of your life what would it be?

hmm..I'm not a huge juice drinker but I do like grape juice a lot!

[enby-jetstar]

Hm what are some shenanigans jet, poison, and pony get up to?

oh my god, beet, just....so many shenanigans.......

- party and pony both love pranking people and jet can be persuaded to join in with some simple logic ("let's switch around all the cds and stuff in dr. d's shack so he doesn't know what he's actually playing!" "why should we do that?" "why wouldn't we do that?" "okay, you got me there!")

- party and pony constantly try to get jet to bench press them

- loud impromptu concerts outside of tommy chow mein's shop. jet plays his banjo, party drums on whatever buckets and boxes they can find, pony sings. jet's the only one who sounds any good and tommy usually sends someone out to chase them all off as soon as he notices them setting up outside

- three-legged races

- sometimes they just cover themselves in glitter and lay around the diner, shedding on everything.

- highly choreographed and complex dance routines to Toxic, performed only in the worst possible locations at the worst possible times (i.e. the middle of a clap)

[dreamofyouandi]

Kno what? Idek y i went on anon 4 that. Just rand about ur ship, man, how did they meet, what do the others think of it, is STCY completely your personal canon or is there something else going on in ur head that diverges from STCY

(First of all, beet, I LOVE you for this anon, thank you for enabling me to rant about my ship)

Poison and Ghoul met a while ago. He, Kobra and Jet were basically driving around in their trashy new car which you might know as the trans am, and since now they had access to most of the zones, they decided to go on a joyride. And there was this kid on the side of the road who LITERALLY looked like a sick rat and Kobra was like "what the FUCK is that" but Poison was like "wait hes kinda cute im gonna take a closer look"

Kobra had known about Poison's crush on Ghoul since the very beginning, obviously, since the venom bros tell each other everything. It didn't take anyone long to figure it out either, in part because Kobra has loose lips and in part because- well, it's not that hard to figure out. Especially considering how Poison acted around Ghoul before they were together. Ghoul may have been the only person to not know about The Crush in any of their circles at one point. Now that they're together they're VERY affectionate and the others kinda think it's gross but at the same time it's a step up from the pining shit that was going on before lol

STCY isn't entirely what I see as canon, theres some self indulgent stuff and some shippy stuff that I threw in there for the heck of it, but most of it is what I see as canon.

Idk what made me like funpoison really, all I know is that as soon as I got into the killjoys fandom it struck me immediately. They're just two gay bros in the desert, running around and fucking shit up. I feel like half of their relationship is those bro posts that were everywhere on tumblr for a while

[kryptidkat]

WIP word game: stars, jacket, eyes

oh my!! i am blessed this day, okay. let’s see what we’ve got in here. 

“I told you thatthing was creepy, holy shit dude.” Party shuddered and wiped his hands on hisjacket.

~

He’d never seen Ghoul—badass, snarly,don’t-touch-me-i’m-always-fine Ghoul—reduced to a shivering mess of nerveslike this. Shrinking into himself, eyes so wide Jet could see them glinting inthe dark. 

~

Cherri frowned. “Is he afraid of the dark?”

Poison gave him a long look. “The stars,” he said, andwalked away.

[kill-juice]

Bruh where do you think batt city gets its food from like is the midwest still doing fine, still farming wheat and all that? And because of that, is there a highway heading out east for supply trucks to go on? What are the BL/ind security measures for it?

Holy shit how long has this been in my inbox I’m SO SORRY

But also GOD BLESS because I’ve thought about this exact thing before, and I’m pretty convinced that Bat City is  h e l l a  isolated and travelling beyond the outer zones is too dangerous even for necessary goods such as fresh food. So then..... how do??!? 

Urban farms babeyyy!!! A whole swathe of Bat City is regular buildings (even high rises) whose roofs are COVERED in multiple stories of ultra-modern and hyper-efficient greenhouses. Also thanks to advances in science that I’m positive would occur in desperate situations like The Motherfucking Apocalypse Herself, researchers have found ways to recreate totally inaccessible foods like exotic fruits, staple crops like wheat and the like, and lab-grown meat. All of this fancy shit is only for those who have the carbons to pay, of course. 

Us lower city dwellers and rebel lowlifes have to settle for Power Pup most of the time, and.... probably best not to think about what goes in that stuff

[upthrust-the-volume]

beet-delinquent replied to your post “y'all are just gonna rb my backstory hc post without actually telling...”

my reblob means “yep makes sense. Its canon now.”

thank u

[gabesapwhoreta]

just had the most intense moment of clarity and remembered my wording when i did that shit. something like "and if the medallion is gone then i'll know i cannot trust you, and our business is complete" (batshit thing to put in a spell, psychotic deranged behavior). but i shit you not it was gone the next day

[arealcrow-archive]

@beet-delinquent replied to your post “buying new binders in person is The Most exciting experience god”

I didn’t know a physical place to buy binders even EXISTED

theres only one i know of, its a little specialty shop here in pdx and i think this is the only brand they have (its the one i get anyway lol), but i have to try things on before i buy them so i trek literally across town to the pencil test every time i need one

[angelofthenight]

"Are We About to Kiss?" Pt.2

(Vance Hopper x gn!Reader)

Part 1 Part 3

Summary: After realizing Denver’s infamous delinquent is crushing on you, you just can’t help but tease to see that blush

Warnings: Tsundere!Vance, Swearing, Flustering, Light violence 

Word Count: 3.6k

(ITALICS = FLASHBACK)

(Ask and you shall receive, here's another part! It’s a lot different than the first one tho)

Requested by: @isi1209 @maywv12 @livingdeadgirl7 @imxxhungry @ughhthisbitch @alienthewolf @whiplaaaaaaaaash @top-secret-stuff @makaylaisoncrack @simp-124 @idk-callmewhatever

You entered through the doors of the Grab N Go with a self-confident smile attached to your face. You felt a huge new sense of brave confidence when walking in with your newfound knowledge thanks to Vance’s big mouth last night. You witnessed with your own two eyes how easily you could fluster him, he could barely hand you your drink without his face going close to beet red.

The more you thought about it last night at the sleepover, the more you started to realize how attractive Vance actually was. You spent so long focusing on staying out of his way that you never stopped to notice how much you were genuinely fond of the guy. Well, most of the time…

8th grade, 13 year old, you sat at your two person table in English class. You organized all your supplies on the surface with your desired pen, pencil and eraser to the right side and on the left side was the book you were studying in class. You smiled in accomplishment at your neatness until your gaze moved to the right.

You stared at the small line carving in the middle of the table that Vance had made a couple days ago to make sure you stayed on “your side” of the table. You held in your gasp as you noticed your pencil was crossing the line. You quickly moved it over. Someone, who was not Vance, slumped into the chair beside you and plopped his book onto the table with a tired sigh. 

You nervously glanced at him. What on earth was he thinking? Vance sat in that seat every single day and you knew he would not take kindly to someone sitting in that chair he seems to love so much. You shyly kept your mouth shut since before you could even warn the poor but foolish boy, Vance walked into the classroom, no bookbag as usual.

You swore Vance’s eyes went red the second he looked at his chair being occupied. You missed his glance at you before he gripped his jaw and stomped over to your table. He wasted no time in grabbing a fistfulll of the boy’s sleeve, forcing him to stand up. “The fuck you think you’re doing in my seat, you piece of shit?” Vance growled rabidly at the trembling boy who could only stutter out unclear apologies. Vance shoved the boy harshly away, taking a seat as the boy scrambled to the other side of the room.

You kept your gaze glued to the table, the little hairs on your arms threatening to stand as nervousness grew within you. “Thanks for saving my seat you little bitch.” Vance said sarcastically. “Sorry, you got here before I could say anything.” You felt a sudden rush of courage take the wheel. “You don’t have to sit here, though.” You said while looking over to him with a look of wonder.

Vance glared but he appeared to be nervous about your question. “Sh-shut up. At least I don’t dress like a clown.” He shot back defensively, looking away from you as your jaw dropped from the insult to your clothing.

As your teacher stretched out the difference between a verb and an adverb after half your class messed up on it, you felt eyes burning into the side of your head and in your peripheral vision you saw Vance with his head turned over to you. You hesitantly looked over to him and once your eyes met he blinked in surprise. His eyes darted to multiple places before he looked over to the clock. “I can’t see the clock. Your big ass airhead is in the way.” He said as he used his hand to push your face back to look at the clock.

You hid your annoyance of him manhandling you and you hid your annoyance of knowing there was no possible way you were blocking the clock.

You were never raised to hide your feelings. In your family, honesty was always the best policy, even when people didn't ask for it, nor accept it. And in your most humble opinion, adoration was a beautiful emotion, one that should be expressed freely. It ought to make the receiver feel valuable and appreciated. And by Vance’s reactions to your attention, you expected he didn’t get flirted with often… or at all.

You really did want to go out with the guy to get to know him better, but he had walls of steel with spikes. He was very defensive and protective of himself so you assumed he wouldn’t agree to a date so easily. So you thought that the only way to get through his walls was to make ‘em melt.

So as you smiled over noticing Vance at his pinball machine, you began to waltz your way over there. Vance had a friend beside him, eating a small bag of chips as he watched him play, who looked over to see you walking toward them. He began nudging at Vance’s arm, whispering his name but Vance only angrily shoved him off.

You finally approached Vance from behind, moving to his left side where his friend wasn’t. “You’re about to beat your own score.” You said with a smile as you looked up at the rising numbers on the machine. Vance physically tensed over your voice, thrashing his head to the side to look at you with wide eyes and pink cheeks. He kept glancing from you to the machine before hissing out, “N-No one asked you!”

Your smile grew flirtatious as you stepped teasingly closer to him, watching him nervously glance over to you multiple times as you made your biceps touch. The contact seemed to distract him too much as his fingers missed the button and the tiny metal ball fell to the bottom. His hands flew up in shock and looked over to you, like he was going to muder you where you stood. For some reason, you didn’t feel as scared as you normally would like yesterday. 

“Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to throw you off.” You said looking up at him with big, doe eyes. He pursed his lips together in frustration and avoided eye contact. You smiled flirtatiously and snaked your arms around his toned one, feeling his muscles freeze in your touch. “How about I buy you a slurpee to make up for it?” You said, batting your eyelashes.

Vance’s friend glanced between the two of you, holding back an amused smile. He always teased Vance about his humongous crush on you and always received Vance’s denying and defensive wrath, so he was quite enjoying how Vance looked almost terrified of how close you were to him. “Then I guess I’ll see you later, Vance.” He said before he turned on his heels as Vance gave him eyes that basically begged him to not leave him alone with you. 

“So,” you snapped Vance’s attention back to you, “how ‘bout that slurpee?” He clenched his fists, cheeks burning red as he kept his head turned away from you, not having the willpower to look you in the eyes. His body temperature was rising so he eventually thrashed his arm from your grip. “I don’t need your charity, you goddamn dick!” He spat and pushed your shoulder away from him. 

You giggled, regaining your footing quickly. “Alright, Mr. Pussycat.” You teased. Vance almost felt like he was going to faint from the name spoken with your foxy tone. He glared at you. “If I’m a cat then you’re a clown fish!” 

Your eyebrows lifted up in surprise. “A clown fish?” You said to yourself, secretly pondering if you actually did resemble one. Like do you actually dress like a clown or was Vance just thinking at the top of his head when he first insulted you with that title? You shook off that thought when Vance stuttered out, “G-go away!” Then he was the one to quickly march out of the Grab N Go to catch up to his friend.

‘He’ll come around.' You told yourself with a confident smile, wiggling with excitement as more ideas sprouted in your head of how to fluster him even more.

~

You sat on the stool at the high table as you slurped on your after school slurpee. Your eyes were fixated on the wall menu as you sucked on your straw, seeing what other items they had you could try another day. As you absentmindedly read, the stool next to yours became occupied. You could see the head of blonde curls from your peripheral vision and a small smile instantly hopped onto your face.

You turned your head to see Vance tightly crossing his arms, looking like he was waiting for something. He felt your stare so he shifted to a glare towards you, “Are you gonna buy me that slurpee you promised or not?” He snapped like you could read his mind. You flinched and hurriedly called the cashier over. The cashier ran over, quickly over noticing the infamous Pinball Vance. She looked between the two of you and looked at Vance telling him to order as you got out your wallet. “Cherry.” He grudgingly said, as if he was embarrassed over his order or something.

You paid the cashier and she was on her way to bring the slurpee. You left your hand where you left it on the counter from placing the money and Vance eyed it as you took another sip of your slurpee. He eyed it down as his pupils kept darting from it to your face. Your hand looked so soft, and delicate. He wondered what it would feel like in his own.

He subconsciously inched his hand closer to yours until his fingers crept over yours. The contact surprised you as you looked down to see Vance touching your hand. ‘Is he trying to… hold my hand?’ You thought with pleasant surprise before looking up and over at him with your lips lifting in a small smile. 

It was as if Vance had slammed that open door right in your face as he instantly snapped out of it from your smoldering eye contact and defensively put his guard back up. The color of his cheeks exploded into red hues. “Don’t look at me like that, you clown cunt!” He yelled, embarrassed, before he shoved you causing you and your stool to fall to the ground.

~

You and two of your friends were taking a walk around the park as you talked about how you finally got the chance to see the movie ‘Dog Day Afternoon’. Your friend was explaining to the two of you how the real Sonny and Sal watched ‘The Godfather’ before they robbed the bank until you caught sight of Vance sitting at a picnic table with some of his friends. You interrupted your friend telling them you’d be right back as you quietly ran over to the table where Vance’s back was facing you.

You crept up from behind Vance, his friends noticing and giving you eyes that told you to not sneak up on- You covered Vance’s eyes from behind. “Guess who-” Vance’s elbow flew out to roughly jab you right in the stomach. It was his reflex from being startled. 

Your hands flew to wrap around your stomach as the wind was knocked out of you. “Cr-AP!” You wheezed out as Vance turned over his shoulder to look at you with pleasant surprise before putting his guard back up once more. “Oh great, it’s my idiot of a stalker.” He grumbled as he pressed his lips against his knuckles.

One of Vance’s friends raised a confused brow, you never approached Vance on your own. “Wait, are you guys dating now?” He asked, motioning between the two of you. You brightly smiled, ignoring all the pain in your stomach, and rested your elbow on Vance’s shoulder. “'Course we are! Right, Vance?” It was all in jest, as he had never agreed to be romantically involved with you, but you couldn't help but enjoy his flustered reactions, especially since you were the only one who could cause them. 

“Fuck off, you twat!” Vance exclaimed, roughly shrugging your elbow off while his ears burned. “Aw, Vance, are you blushing~?” One of Vance’s friends teased with a back snicker, resting his chin on his fist. “No I'm fucking not!” Vance yelled, slamming his fists on the table like a temperamental child. “It’s just hot out here!”

“Don’t be embarrassed.” You said as you wrapped your arms around his neck from behind, peeking over his shoulder. “It’s cute when you blush.” You complimented honestly as his face grew redder yet his expression softened up. You smiled and leaned closer to his cheek with puckered lips.

Vance saw this and went into instant fight or flight as he let out a sound similar to a stunned yelp. Rather than enduring a tiny bit of PDA he would secretly die for, he shoved your face away roughly with his cheeks as red as tomatoes. “Quit breathing down my neck you dumb whore!” He nearly screamed.

“But I like the smell of your hair.” You said with a soft smile, slightly regretting your words in worries of them being too weird. However, the compliment still successfully flustered Vance as he shakingly looked away, face burning hot, before growling to moving up to his feet. He roughly turned you by your shoulders to kick you away with a kick to the butt. “Get lost, clown cunt!!” He barked as you held in your amused laughter.

~

You were utterly addicted to Vance’s sweet blushes. And Vance could not get used to your unexpected compliments, no matter how often you fired them. It was just so amusing and cute to see how red the blush on his face got from the sudden abruptness of your adoration and how his body would physically cower away from your touch. He was like a hermit crab. But then he’d turn into a snapping turtle that would try to bite you for getting too close. 

His go-to for getting flustered from your flirty advances was always anger, which was kind of cute half the time since he was like an angry kitten with those blushy cheeks and stuttering voice. Simply just saying “hi’ flusters him enough to try to punch you in the face. And one time while you watched him play pinball, you jokingly made a comment about you two getting married. He angrily chased you around town all afternoon.

It was entertaining though because as soon as you would stop giving him attention, he kind of started to act really soft and nervous to talk with you but as soon as he got that attention again, he’d go right back to being harsh. But now, Vance knew he had to let his pride down for a little bit as his eyes kept glancing out the Grab n Go window to where you stood while he played his pinball.

He had previously stomped on your foot and called you “a fucking trainwreck of a person” after you said that you really liked his clothing style. But that was all after you caught his smile when he did a cool trick with the pinball that he finally succeeded in doing. You stared at his unaware grin before you told him he had a very nice smile. The poor boy got so embarrassed that he purposely dropped his smile and moodily jerked his head so that his big hair would shield his mouth from you. He belligerently told you to hit the road but you told him you’d just wait for him outside in a slightly disappointed tone.

And that’s exactly what you did as you sat at the bench outside the Grab n Go, lost in your thoughts. After two and a half months, you were getting nowhere with him and receiving nothing but closed doors. Although your back and forth of teasing and defense was still amusing and entertaining, you wished the two of you would get along quicker. You hoped he would finally let his guard down and just let his blush sink after accepting your affectionate praises and flirty phrases. You wondered if this would all be worth it in the end or if you were just wasting your time.

Vance couldn’t stop nervously glancing at you through the window. Why hadn’t you stood your ground like you usually did? Why didn’t you stay to continue teasing him? Did he go too far this time? Had you finally taken enough of his defensive insults? Did you just give up on him?

He became so stressed that he had messed up on his coordination and lost his game. He annoyedly groaned and pounded an aggravated hand on the machine. Why was he so bothered with you halting your flirty budges? He had constantly pushed you away and shut down any reference you gave for engaging in a romantic relationship with each other.

But you just flustered him so much, you made him feel weak; so weak, too weak. You always have, ever since his crush on you first blossomed in middle school. But he was always so defensive with himself anytime you’d try to friendlily interact with him. He just hated how you made his insides feel like mush and all warm. He could barely form coherent sentences with you! He really couldn’t handle you.

As much as he pushed you away in fear of growing weaker, he always came back to you like he couldn’t get enough. Because behind all of his spiked walls he used as defense, he still craved and fantasized of that relationship with you. 

But now you sounded so disheartened when you left his side. Was he losing your interest? Was he losing his chance with you? The chance he always dreamed of you as he stared at your hypnotic features in class. The chance he attempted when he bought you the drink you tried to buy before dropping it? 

He knew he was losing that chance. And he was not going to waste it. So he let his pride down and left the Grab n Go to meet you where you sat. You looked up at him with curious eyes that were much too intense for him to keep eye contact with as his pupils looked to the side. He shoved his growing sweaty hands in his back pockets as he leaned on one hip. “Hey… um… I was-um-fuck..” His tongue felt fat as warmth began to sting the skin on his cheeks once again.

“Yeah?” You coaxed with a patient look. He bit the inside of his cheek. “Are you… doing anything later today?” He asked while his stare was still hooked to the ground. A smile birthed from the unexpected question on your face, your teeth showing. “Why do you want to know?” He grudgingly shrugged like a child. You exhaled a lighthearted laugh. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

Vance’s eyes flung wide open as he whipped his head to finally glare at you, angrily offended by how you asked him the exact thing he was referring to. “Fucking clown cunt! I do not like you like that!” You completely ignored his embarrassed tantrum, too focused on how he finally softened up enough to make a move back. “Well, what do you want to do?” You asked.

“Why the hell would I know?! This is all your fantasy you're forcing on me!” He growled, making you slightly tilt your head that he was trying to twist the situation around to make it sound like you were asking him out. ‘You asked me, though?’ “We could go mini golfing?” You suggested only for him to roll his eyes as he crossed his arms. “That’s fucking stupid.”

“We could go to the park?”

“Too damn boring, that means I have to listen to you run that loud mouth of yours for way too long.”

“We could go to the arcade?”

“And do what? Prove how bad you suck at every game you play?”

“We could go to the roller rink?”

“And have you embarrass me by falling on your clown face?”

“We can just get dinner?”

“Yeah right, you wouldn’t even know how much money to bring.”

You sighed in annoyance at how picky he was. “Then what about the movies?” His eyes lit up in a way that directly told you he liked the idea but returned to his streak of shut downs. “So you can get popcorn crumbs all over me? Literal hell.” You stood up and got in his flushed face. “Oh my god, let’s just do the movies! I know you’ve been wanting to see Mad Max.”

The fact that you knew his interest in the new film nearly rendered him unglued. But he kept his grumpy composure. “Ugh, fine, you cunt! If you’re gonna hump my leg about it! But just so you know I am not going to enjoy this!”

You smiled as he finally gave in. You stared at his face as he looked to the side once again, his cheek looking very inviting. You took a quick step closer and leaned up to plant a sweet peck on his cheek that momentarily warmed your lips up. 

His features flinched and he looked down at you with a forced glare. But Vance secretly was exploding inside from happiness that he finally acted on the chance you gave him and that letting his pride down was so fucking worth it.