#but it seemed fuckin constant. it sucked. shit.

[medicaltechnician]

idk if its the late nights and lack of activity (my own fault) but i’ve been feeling like i need out of this friend group more and more. Idk what it is (i do, it just seems… petty and stupid. And just seems like a me problem not a them problem.)

problem ofc is that, there are a couple people i like as friends in the group. hell fuck i love them all and don’t want them out of my life completely. sort of wish that I didn’t have my ex out of my life completely. Maybe one day we can reconnect. But we both have to be more mature for that. We both need more growth. No idea how he’s doing.

I feel like I villified him a bit in my brain. Which was urged by my closest friend. Who I trust with my life so. (this was after I confessed maybe I have problems with him to to this friend. which was valid). Idk, people approach things differently. And I agree’d with my friend.

I think its a problem with how I talk. I guess I come off in absolutes? Idk. I give off, strange vibes when I talk. This tangent makes no sense to anybody but me.

But also, can’t just, drop em? They’re sort of my only friend group. It ain’t like I get out and about. I don’t mesh well with people. It sort of sucks that the most I’ve meshed well with is my ex, my bestie, and another friend. My ex is no contact so fuck me ig. My bestie is pre-occupied with other things and personally, I feel we’ve drifted a bit. I’m not too bothered by it? It’s neither of our faults, just taking different life paths. Also going from complete co-dependency to what we have now. What we have now is probably just normal friendship lmao. And then the other friend is a couple years younger than me, so obviously they do have their set of friends within their age group. Which I encourage them hanging out, like obviously. I see myself as more of an older brother figure ig. Try to part some wisdom I’ve gained. Then theres my crush and obviouslt rhats a mess, I wish I never had a crush on him so we could have a normal relationship. I wish I could have friends?? Idk. what am I talking bout?

So, yeah. I need to get out of the house more often so I can meet like-minded people (in the creative and path sense) so I can actually do the things I want to do. I don’t even need to be a producer or lead or director. Fuck I’m happy starting from the bottom and working my way up. (Ideal situation is mainly being on equal footing. I want people to give their input and ideas to my ideas, and vise versa)

[starkeyisthelastname]

had the absolutely SINFUL thought of reader getting pornstar! Rafe to take photos of her pussy after he creampies it for her only fans

ooooo yes 💦😩

You not only filmed for larger porn companies, but had your own little OnlyFans on the side. Thats how you got started and discovered, a viral video of you that found its way on Twitter. You didn’t post as much as you had use to, with professional filming throughout the week taking most of your time. Most not if all your videos were solos or sexy pictures after you had just done on set, and were freshly fucked.

The constant hate you had received after people found out that the pussy slayer himself was fucking you more than once, had made you upset for the first few weeks. You weren’t use to getting blasted on social media, and the spew of jealous bitches seemed to be never ending. If you were truly the only girl Rafe was fucking more than once, then maybe you needed to turn this negative into a positive and play back.

You were a gasping mess per usual, eyes rolled back and legs spread wide as Rafe’s hung cock pounded into your wanting hole. You were so greedy for him, there was no way that his dick was not made for you. As much as you loved getting paid for having sex on camera, it was almost starting to become a nuisance. You had been faking orgasms every scene you filmed that wasn’t Rafe as he had kept his promise of ruining your holes for anyone else.

“You like that shit whore? Who’s fuckin dick you makin a mess on?” Rafe asked through gritted white teeth, his hand giving you a light but firm slap to your cheek as he continued his brutal pounding.

It amazed you how this man could make you dumb on the dick with such ease. It was like you were learning how to talk again while he gave you pipe, your words slurred and broken as you tried to figure it out. Another slap to your sparkly cheek though, had you snapping out of it real quick as his thrusts slowed down. “You really think I’m playin today? You want Rafe Cameron’s nut in your pussy, I suggest you start speaking the fuck up.” His cerulean eyes completely dark, something you had learned about him when he was close to coming undone himself.

You whined pathetically, knowing you did. Every time he filled your pussy up with his seed, it almost made you feel like you belonged to him in such a deeper way. His dirty words were always a catalyst for throwing you over the edge to your climax, your sopping cunt sucking him as you pleaded him to not slow down. “No no no…. don’t slow down. I need it Rafe… I’m makin a mess a-all over your big cock!” You blabbered incoherently, his thrusts speeding back up as soon as you said his name.

Your words didn’t make much sense, but that didn’t matter to you when he squeezed your throat as you came all over him and a few thrusts later he was spilling himself inside you with a string of loud grunts and nasty words. It was when he slowly pulled out of your swollen cunt, that he leaned back to admire his work. “Such a pretty fuckin pussy filled with my cum.” He mumbled, a blissful smile spreading across your beautiful face.

“Take a picture. I wanna see…” You said softly, an idea coming to your head as you reached for your phone. Not only were you uploading these to your OnlyFans for a little refresher and new content, you were about to make all those other hoes big mad by posting it on Twitter.

There were two pictures with the flash on and a 10 second video of Rafe’s digits spreading your pussy lips open to show his cum spilling out of your fucked out hole and onto the sheets of his bed. Anyone who knew Rafe, knew he always wore a distinct gold signet ring on his index finger. So when you uploaded the video to Twitter with the caption ‘Y’all can still be mad😢 but guess who’s getting creampied by him? Not you. 🤣’

Let’s just say… you got your little revenge.

[lizzy019]

Hey hey!! I'm the anon who requested the poly Daniel Larusso and Johnny Lawrence fic, but if u wanted u could do a blurb just to get it off the list?

Also bc u have full creative freedom it might be nice

Idk, in my experience only writing other people's ideas for a while can lead to some killer burn out and I would hate if u got that :((

Ily, have such a nice day, drink water, all that stuff!! 🫶🫶

Thanks babe! I'll try 😭 I'm lacking motivation lately. I used GN reader for this, I hope you don't mind! <3

~~~~~~~~~ 18+ ~~~~~~~~~~~🌿~~~~~~~~~~~ 18+ ~~~~~~~~~

"Whimperin' and moanin', like a bitch in heat. Bet your little Danny just adores it, huh?" Johnny snarled as you gagged on Daniel's cock.

Locked in an Eiffel Tower position, you felt utterly useless but to succumb to the two men. You really were like a dog in heat, taking everything they so graciously handed to you whether it be given aggressively or kindly. You took what you got and were thankful for it.

"Oh fuckin'- ah shit! Oh baby! Yeah baby, suck it! Suck it real go-oh fuck!" Daniel was such a bloody mess, his legs were barely holding him up if it weren't for Johnny's rough hands holding him still.

Johnny was smirking like he'd accomplished the greatest thing known to man, pounding into your wee, puffy little hole with vigour as you practically ate Daniel's cock.

It was stupid, all of this stemming from who had the biggest cock and who could last the longest.

But could you really find it in you to care when you were being used like a sex doll? No, you were enjoying it too much to really find a reason to complain.

Your body was sore, your back hurt from the constant arching and moving to adjust for the sake of your comfort, but it was always overtaken by Johnny pushing a hand back against you to keep you from moving.

"They're so good for us, aren't they, Danny? Look at 'em, just takin' these two cocks like a bitch. Bet they like it too, huh? Don't you? Don't you? Come on, fuckin' say it!" Johnny was cold with his words, as if trying to keep his cool even if he was staggering too.

He knew you couldn't speak with your mouth full of Daniel's cock, he just wanted an excuse to give your ass a slap, albeit not hard enough to hurt you.

Without any warning, Daniel had moaned just a bit too loudly as his hot semen filled your mouth and slicked your throat. It tasted yummy, as odd as it sounded. Like salt, but creamy and tangy with just a bit of sweetness to it.

Daniel didn't even seem to feel bad about losing and cumming first, he simply collapsed and let you use his body as something to lean on.

And sure enough, Johnny wasn't far behind as his cum spurted out of his urethra and into the condom he wore to protect you from his children ruining your hole and undergarments.

Poor Daniel, he had to catch you when you collapsed on top of him, and make sure he wasn't crushed under the weight of Johnny on top of you both.

But it was cozy, and you had to admit that being with these two men was nice, warm, and enjoyable.

"Johnny... next time, you should moan like me too. It gets 'em off." Daniel teased, kissing your head to soften the embarrassment he so obviously brought you while Johnny only laughed.

"Pfft, that's gay." Johnny muttered, rolling over to lay on his back and away from you two.

"...Johnny, you are gay." Daniel laughed.

Johnny simply shot him a look before trying to close his eyes and get some sleep. However, you were already long gone into your little sleep.

I kept messing up Johnny and Daniel because Ralph Macchio plays Daniel but he also plays Johnny in The Outsiders, so I had to edit this six times 😭

[frvnkcastles]

DISAPPEARING YEARS ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: When you get a diagnosis you’ve been dreading, Frank is there for you.

Warnings: Unspecified illness, feminine nicknames, hurt/comfort

Word count: 894

Author’s note: A short but sweet one inspired by That Phone Call from your doctor that confirms what you’ve been expecting. I remember what a gut punch it was to be told I have C-PTSD, and then another one when I was told it was causing psychosis in me, but most recently I got a not-so-nice physical health diagnosis that made this lil fic happen. It sucks. But at least we’ve got Frank, right?

Frank’s hand was heavy but steady in yours as you sat on the edge of the bed with your phone raised to your ear. As soon as it had rung with your doctor’s name blinking on the screen, it had been as if the world had slowed down to nothingness, like everything else was on pause except the bad news you were awaiting. And one look was all it had taken for Frank to take your hand and grip it tightly, silently promising that he was there for you no matter what your doctor would have to tell you.

When a tear escaped your eye and trailed down your cheek, Frank was quick to wipe it away with his thumb, right before he pressed a kiss onto your shoulder and left his chin resting there. The way he attached himself to you was borderline clingy, but he needed you to know he wasn’t leaving your side, needed you to remember the good you had — he rarely saw himself in such a flattering light, but right now, he acknowledged he had the power to keep you going and give you strength. So, he made it his mission to invade your senses from gentle kisses to soft touches and quiet whispers to assure you were doing wonderfully.

It was almost funny how quickly the phone call was over, how your doctor had given you world-stopping news and then just wrapped it up like any other call. But indeed, within minutes, you found yourself dropping your phone onto the mattress and then looking over to Frank who stared back at you with expectant but loving eyes.

”It’s… it’s what they suspected. Just… confirmed it for me. It’s an official diagnosis now”, you whispered after licking your dry lips. You took in a deep breath, and with your face twitching as you tried to avoid crying, you looked away from Frank who was allowing you the time to get it all off of your chest. ”I know we saw this coming, but it just feels so—”, you tried, but like a tidal wave, the first sob broke through you and you lifted your hand to your mouth.

”Hey, hey, shh”, Frank reacted instantly, assuming his turn to speak, and with tender hands he weaved you into a tight embrace that squeezed all the ugly cries out of you.

”I just don’t want to deal with this”, you hiccuped, and still shushing you, Frank nodded against your head and massaged firm circles on your back.

”I know, sweet girl, I know. Hell, it ain’t somethin’ anyone wants to hear. But you took it like a champ, y’know that? You’re a fuckin’ badass”, he insisted, his gravelly voice filled to the brim with love and sincerity as he went on, ”I’m amazed by you every time. I mean it.”

You let your eyes fall shut and felt the tears pour down in response. Still, even as they wet the collar of Frank’s shirt, he was unmovable; constant and reliable as he held you tight to his chest. He didn’t falter for one second, didn’t make you doubt his affection for you as he began to softly rock you side to side.

”You’re right, you saw this comin’. Don’t make it any easier, I know. But in some way, you’ve been preparin’ for it, yeah? We looked up things to make it better together, ’member? You got this, baby. You absolutely do. You have what it takes to get through this, and shit, you know I’d do anythin’ for you. So whatever you need, I’m here for ya”, Frank assured, not even an ounce of hesitation in his voice. The words mixed with the warm embrace made the world seem a little less cruel, and with whatever courage you had left, you mustered a nod.

Sniffling, you leaned back just enough to look at Frank, a small smile impossible to resist when you saw his dark eyes fixated on you and his lips curved up in a hopeful way. ”The doctor did say a lot of kisses and cuddles might alleviate the symptoms”, you pointed out matter-of-factly, and the loud laugh you got from Frank made it all seem worth it.

”That right?” Frank grinned before leaning in to kiss your forehead, followed by your nose, cheek, jawline and finally, your lips. It was long and sweet and warm and safe and you wanted to live in it. ”Won’t catch me denyin’ my girl some lovin’”, he promised before kissing you once more, this time in a way that took your breath away with the heated connection between your lips.

Giggling, you dropped your head against his chest and sighed. ”This all seems a lot less sucky when I have you with me”, you admitted, and with a quiet chuckle, Frank dipped his finger under your jaw and tilted your head up so he could give you a knowing look.

”That’s how I feel about every day, sweetheart. You make life worth livin’. And that’s why I’mma make sure you enjoy waking up every day, too”, he promised, his forehead colliding with yours as he breathed you in.

”This may be a bad thing, I know, but we’ll have lots of good ones. I swear”, he added, and with a quiet nod, you gave him a smile.

”I believe you, Frankie.”

[motley-cunt]

MOTLEY’S THEORY CONGLOMERATE

Disclaimers: Take all of this with a pile of salt, I am an insane person. Sweeney Todd is required reading. Long ass post.

The Rose Theory

The cover to bleeders looks like it’s shaped like the head of a red rose. Yes it a blood splatter, but it definitely looks weird right?

Red roses are commonly known as symbols of love and passion, while you could argue Sweeney Todd is a fucked up love story, I think the “passion” in the rose is more referring to a parallel between both Andy and Sweeney’s craft. Andy’s passion for music is basically a given, but what’s important here is how complete dedication to a craft could drive someone mad.

Andy’s matching his experience with music to Sweeney’s character ark in the play. So, passion for killing, passion for music, and that passion manifesting in a tool you can use to enact revenge is clear. Especially with the constant mention of the aspect in the Minidoc

Now the other rose I wanna mention is (what i believe to be) the black roses in the “”Sweeney Biersack”” photoshoot

Take this with a grain of salt but looking at what black roses symbolize,

That’s pretty fuckin Sweeney Todd isn’t it? Yeah? It’s basically fitting pieces into a puzzle at this point. It could be just to represent the gothic vibe of it all. But y’know, everything means something.

Judge Turpin, Villainy, and Sumerian Records

One of the blatant themes in Sweeney Todd is people in power taking advantage of the vulnerable. If you’ve seen the movie, the play, or just kind of skimmed through the plot summary you catch onto this. I think this aspect means more to Bleeders than I initially realized

I don’t think I’m alone in thinking that Sumerian Records treated BVB like shit, especially Andy like shit. I’m pretty sure someone’s out there consolidated all of the shit they’ve done to them better than I could, but I know I’m not an idiot for saying that a power struggle was probably apart of that. When BVB signed to Sumerian they were damn vulnerable. We all know the band was almost torn to shreds and buried into an early grave. A record label is a record label when you’re at that point.

Labels want money, they’re a company. But bad labels are greedy. Especially to passionate artists with extremely dedicated fanbases. Sumerian didn’t want to put in the work to support BVB as a label but liked the money they accumulated. It’s unfair, right? That’s the point. They suck. People in power taking advantage of the weak, those below feeding those up above.

Black veil brides has been fucked over a ton. Wouldn’t being fucked over so much make someone just a little bit angry? Make them wanna go apeshit? You can only be nice for so long, right? You beat someone to a pulp for long enough they’re gonna hit back. Hard. I think this is definitely a project about hitting back, not punching down, but hitting the fuck back. While I marked Sumerian as the “Turpin” in all of this, I theorize it’s the big “fuck you” that the band deserves to put into song. They are finally the villain in all this, but it’s important that they’re the villain with a purpose. Just like Sweeney is.

Directed Anger

Now that’s not to say black veil brides has just made sunshine and rainbows music before, there’s a lot of things that Andy is directly angry at. But some of the songs off of The mourning EP (Devil and Better Angels) seemed like it was the first mark in a clear minded and artistic recounting of a person that’s hurt him and the band. This isn’t God Bless you, where a drunk 18 year old is throwing paper balls at the Catholic Church (even though I still love that song), this is a man frustrated with being fucked over so much and he knows exactly who did it and what he’s gonna do about it. All of this frustration has a target, all of it has a reason. It’s not being *hindered* by anything. It’s a clear shot. Bleeders is just as much about Sweeney Todd as it is about the balloon of anger that’s been building up in this band.

Conclusion? Andy’s an artsy little bastard.

[azlan-snow]

Broadcast Husbands

Chapter Nineteen: It’s You, Beloved Mask

(Told from Husk’s POV. Title from Entertaining by HalaCG)

As I eat, I get a sense of uneasiness, looking up at Boss without hesitation, and he seemed to sense it to as he nodded his head, giving me permission to leave. I get up, and head to the stairs, turn towards Anthony’s room, only to find him in Vox’s arms, unconscious. 

“What happened?”

“We were just walkin’ and talkin’ then he passed out.”

“It might be soul sickness.”

“Huh? What’s that?”

“When a soul is freed or signed away, they experience a short period of misery and pain. He should be fine next week.”

“Next week? That’s a lot of pain.”

“Yeah. Mine was pretty bad in my opinion. It varies between owners and how strictly they were bound. 

“His should be fleeting pain then, since his deal with Valentino was loose.” 

“But why would that render him unconscious?” “The pain might have been too much for his body to handle. Maybe his body found that as a way to conserve his energy.”

“Like a power saver.”

“Exactly.”

“Shall we take turns, Husk?”

“Sure. Since I’ve eaten, I’ll watch him for now. Go enjoy your food with Al.”

“Thank you, Husk.”

“ ‘Course.” He hands me the unconscious spider and walks with me down the stairs turning towards the dining room and I towards the lounge. lying Anthony on the couch, I summon  my beer and my cards, shuffling them thoroughly before playing solitaire.

“I’m sorry, Angel,” I whisper quietly, hoping he’ll feel better when he wakes up. 

—

An hour or so passes, and Angel finally stirs, groaning in pain.

“Angel!”

“Hey, Husky~”

“Cut the the bullshit, Anthony. Are you okay?”

“Fuck no. I’m achin’ from the head down. Like the fuckin’ opposite of subspace.”

“It’s your soul. Soul sickness. Here, drink this.” I hand him a cup of herbal tea to soothe his pain. He takes it, drinking slow sips from the cup, ingesting half of it before putting it down, sighing heavily. 

“Thanks, Husky.”

“I’ve experienced it. It sucks like shit, huh?”

“Yup. Ya said it.” I pick up on the faint buzzing and clack of shoes on the hardwood floor behind me. 

“How’s our patient?”

“He’s doin’ terrible,” Angel answers. “I feel like shit.”

“I bet, from what Al and Husk said.” 

“Al told you?! I couldn’t even get a peep about it from the man. How did you?”

“You forget, Husk, I’m his husband. I’ve known Al longer than you.” 

“Still! Spill.”

“He was in a constant state of animalistic instincts. Constantly scratching his antlers on the  walls, rearranging everything., killing without reason, shedding velvet, etcetera.”

“Huh. That sounds terrible. Husky, what was yours like.”

“Being like a cat. Y’know, scratching, hissing, things like that. Along with constant pain.”

“So I got it easy, then.”

“Yes,” we both say in unison. 

“Terrific. But it still fuckin’ hurts. Got any meds?”

“Charlie said no drugs of any kind, Angel. Even medicinary ones.”

“Well shit. I guess I’ll just suck it up then.”

“I can try to soothe the pain, if you’d like.” 

“Really? That’d be great.”

I stand up, moving to sit behind Anthony, who was surprised by the gesture. 

“May I?” He slides forward, making room for me to sit. I do, and begin to work my healing magic, massaging his tense shoulders to make them feel like goo, and he melts in front of me.

“Damn, Husky! You’re really good at this!”

“Thanks. I’ve had to do it frequently when I was alive.”

“You were a masseuse?”

“Nope. Ran a gambling joint. Had to satisfy the lady workers. That’s what they wanted after a couple of hours on the job.”

“Huh. Didn’t take ya for a ladies man.”

“Gotta treat your employees right.”

“Ain’t that the-Ow!”

“What?”

“That place you just pressed. It really hurt.”

“Sorry. I’ll avoid it.” Silence lingered in the air for a moment before Angel spoke again.

“Y’know, I took you for a harsher Overlord kinda guy. Like the pimp.” “Like Al? That’s a first. I’ve tried to be the opposite of that man, but he has that effect on people. When I lose my shit, sure, I’ll go to town on it, but I’m usually a lax person.” Angel stared at me surprised.

“Show me.”

“Fuck no! Why would I do that? I could get killed!”

“By who?”

“Al! I’m not allowed to switch at the hotel unless I’m defending it.”

“Huh. He’s an asshole.”

“Sure is, but a sincere one. He cares about this. So does Vox.”

“That's good. Otherwise, I figured he would have just killed me by now.”

“He would have. The carnal desires of people are what he hates the most. You’re the very definition of it.”“No wonder he dislikes me so much.”

“Maybe instead of flirting with a married man, you could try to get your own now that you’ve left that beloved mask behind.”

“Hey!” Anthony’s frustration flared, but was gone within an instant.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t use that persona anymore. I’m Anthony, not Angel Dust. I’m no longer a porn star, but my own person. I no longer have to act, but be.”

“Well done, Anthony. Well done.”

[burning-fcols]

" Did you ever really like me or were you just pretending I was him? " Rolli wondered, avoiding eye contact with Blitzo. -  ✩   「 @fizzarolliandfriends 」   ✩  

「 ☆ 」 Ever since his conversation with Fizz, he's been dreading this moment... Not foolish enough to dare hope it would never come, Blitz figured the universe was just waiting to fuck him over. It's never passed on an opportunity to do so and it sure as Hell wasn't starting now. Yet even with it weighing upon him, making it physically hard to breathe as it crushed his chest, there's no relief in hearing Rolli ask that question. Frankly, if Blitz could go the rest of his life suffering the constant nausea that arose whenever he was in the robot's presence, he would have.

At least then only HE'D have to deal with the discomfort.

❝ Do we really have to— ❞ Blitz begins on impulse, tail lashing in fear aggravation as he crosses his arms, claws digging past his suit. However, he manages to choke back his harsh words, mouth clamping shut with a grimace. Eyes closing, tense body doesn't face Rolli, neither apparently able to look at the other. Perhaps that's for the best. Blitz can only imagine how he might fuck up if he was looking at Rolli's face right now. He already nearly snapped just from hearing his voice.

Shoulders droop with a heavy sigh, Blitz shrinking further as he hesitantly tries again, ❝ Look. We both know you aren't gonna believe me... I wouldn't believe me either. Not because of you! But just 'cause that sounds like the kinda shitty thing I would do. ❞ Words quietly filling the tense air, he looks back at the ground, expression holding more guilt than he wants anyone to witness. Truthfully, Blitz had been looking for a shred of familiarity. Someone to fill a void that was growing by the day, determined to swallow him into nothing. Rolli wasn't a perfect replacement, even if he was a replica. But for Blitz's needs, he had been enough. At least, he SHOULD have been.

Blitz never expected Rolli to not be a replacement at all. To become something— someone entirely NEW to him... and he hadn't expected that void to remain. Even if it stopped growing, it never shrank. It festered. Reminding Blitz of what he lost. What he could never get back. What he could never seem to stop wanting back...

❝ But I'm not bullshittin' when I say this. You're not him. Trust me, I would know. ❞ Sucking in a shaky breath, head angles back as he squeezes his eyes shut, body tensing as he steels his nerves and forces himself to keep going. Turning around to face Rolli, tone drips with uncertainty as does his smile, ❝ And that's what I like about you. You're your own person. You're someone entirely new to me and what we have is something new too. It's... Well, actually it's fuckin' incredible it hasn't gone to shit by now, if I'm being honest. ❞ He weakly laughs, wondering if he should stop.

So of course, he doesn't.

❝ I'm gonna fuck up. I'm probably fucking up right now. But at least when I do... I dunno. Heh, it's real? ❞ There's something oddly refreshing about that. No playing pretend with what was meant to be a second chance at Fizz. No playing pretend with a rich royal looking for a second chance at a relationship. Just him and Rollie.

Two terrified fuck-ups trying their best. 「 ☆ 」

[space-ninja-fashion-show]

Thinking about how the different spirals affect North but also how that changes over time, as things get better and the emotions mellow out into something more like weather or passing moods draped over the otherwise calm of Duviri

Anger, as i said already, is the worst. It is a constant fight not to get dragged down in it, not to let themself be carried away, bc they hate who they become when angry but it's also So tempting to just Give In. Bc it Does feel good, to be angry, to let it out in violent ways. But it also hurts immediately after, every single time. Anger always gives way to fear or sorrow sooner or later

Even after it has mellowed out, it makes them feel wrong. Irritable. Restless. They have control over it but they don't Like it regardless. The best they can channel it into is Motivation to Do Things but they don't like approaching things from a place of frustrated restlessness. But at least doing something productive about it lets them work it down without inflicting harm

Joy, ironically, makes them angry. They get really snappy about the forceful positivity to the point where no happiness during a joy spiral feels actually genuine. It's also…overwhelming. Flooding with sensory input they aren't always up for, and it drains their social battery too like no other spiral can. So they just wanna go hide in a cave for three hours and not look at anything if the spiral lasts too long

Eventually it does become genuine tho. Just influence making them a bit more likely to feel giddy, to express their joy outwardly more clearly than their usual quiet contentment. At its core it feels like when your eyes meet with someone else and suddenly you both burst out laughing. It can still get draining after a while, but a lot less easily

Envy sucks like all others but also it's in large part North talking to their own brain like it's an edgy 12-year-old in an online game. Yes our life sucks. Yes other ppl have it better. Yes i know. Can we pls get shit done now. But also they lock up any and all Envy Fuelled Thoughts they get real fuckin tight and refuse to deal with them bc they see them only slightly less rotten than how they are during Anger

It mellows out into slightly too strong motivation to Do Better. They learn to be analytical about it bc that's the only thing that seems to Work for making it feel Not Horrible. Asking, what exactly is it that i want here? And how do i get closer to it? Even if they don't act on it, plotting out that possible route helps. And if there is no such route, they just forcibly learn to let it the fuck go

Fear is familiar. Managable. North is the kinda person who can keep functioning through a panic attack bc Been There Done That. But being alone, having no one to put the fear aside for, no real reason to put on a brave face, it's not kind to them. Fear turns to loneliness and despair so easily. It convinces them that they're alone not only now but always. That those they love are no longer there, will no longer be there when they return home

(Also the thunderstorms it brings Suck)

When mellowed out, it's just an increase in North's baseline of anxiety. It makes them a bit more alert and a bit more careful. But being a bit less daring for some time doesn't affect them all that much

Sorrow is familiar too, almost tempting to remain in it forever. Comfort in pain and apathy. Unlike the others, it doesn't set in suddenly. It grows slow, insidious, until it feels like it had always been there, no point to fighting it. It drowns everything in fog. It's exhausting, to do anything, to stay, to convince themself to return home

It's still sorrow, even after mellowing, but it's not drowning anymore. It's melancholy. During these quiet waves of sorrow in Duviri is when North chooses to mourn their past and honour their dead

[newwwwusername]

Chipspeech - Rotten & VOSIM - Pride Month Prompt 29 : Panromantic

Prompt : Write either an M/M, F/F, F/M, or Other (to include nonbinary folks) fic (can be fluff, hurt/comfort, whatever you see fit) in which either one or both of the characters in that pairing are panromantic OR a gen fic in which a panromantic character (can be a canon or headcanoned character) is coming out to/being comforted by/otherwise talking about romantic orientation with their friend(s) Headcanon : Panromantic!Asexual!VOSIM

"What 'appened with Dee exactly?" Rotten asked. VOSIM looked over at him in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean..." Rotten cleared his mechanical throat and hummed to himself in consideration for a moment as he contemplated how to word his question in a way VOSIM would better understand. "Ya dated each otha, right?"

"Yes"

"Right, so... Why'd ya stop?" he asked. "Seemed ta me like things were workin' jus' fine"

"We were happy together" VOSIM nodded in confirmation. "We didn't end over anything dramatic- I mean, they still come over all the time- We just wanted different things"

"Waddya mean?"

"Okay, well..." VOSIM sighed. "I love everyone, right? Romantically, I mean. Like gender doesn't... Affect how I feel about people, but... I don't do the physical stuff"

"You're asexual?"

"Yep" VOSIM replied weakly. "And Dee isn't, and... I don't know" he sighed. "We just wanted different things"

"That sucks"

"I'm not upset about it anymore" VOSIM told him. "I mean, I'd rather us be with people who we fit better with on that level than us be in a constant state of compromise"

"Still fuckin' sucks" Rotten insisted. "Y'all were in love. Shit's rare"

"Yeah..."

"But 'ey" Rotten punched the other robot in the arm. "Plenty o' fish in the sea"

"Right" VOSIM said quietly. "Plenty of fish in the sea"

Do not repost on other sites! If you want to participate in this month's challenge, there are 30 LGBT-centered prompts that you can find here

[rocktoberr]

GOOD LORD I KNEW THERE WAS A REASON I WAS AVOIDING SOCIAL MEDIA

i hate trade season </3 my heart is in pieces on the floor again

tbh brendan makes sense to trade out as much as it would suck but like we have alan and obv mac (because i refuse to consider it an actual possibility that he gets traded) and its baseball half the team plays at least 3 positions. the whole thing for the rockies is that our pitching staff is as reliable and sturdy as running a madden25 ranked match on that one cousin's grimey ps2 only connected to internet by dial-up. that and the constant more or less vote of no confidence given to literally any vet not a fan favorite. its not a baseball team its a money grab. im one bad day of rockies news from writing myself in as the gm that fixes it all 2012 wattpad style

even if mac does get traded i hope he goes to the damn yanks literally just for the - gather? idk the word for what im thinking and im way too tired to be writing rn - w dj because i would write that fic to hell and then some . . . sideplot bryzzo would go so hard with it . . . . .but also going to a big name bigger wallet team means he's getting recognized as the absolute KING that he is and god knows he more than deserves it. tf you mean chappy got the gold glove ToT not in my heart

anyway we have to stay positive or we collapse so

bo nix looks like the strongest runner in this season's roty campaign and the broncos look really damn good when the defense comes to play nate atkins had a touchdown and whats his name that took chubb's number had a pick. cant stop thinking about holding kirk cousins to field goals. i'm not thinking about justin simmons im not thinking about jerry jeudy im not thinking about drew lock im not thinking about kendall hinton im not thinking about noah fant im not thinking about brandon mcmanus im not thinking about all the guys we've lost since 2015 im not- the javonte touchdown when he was carried into the end zone was hilarious and lives rent free in my mind

the nuggets looked like shit about halfway through won their game tonight and the rumor why joker's out is that his wife is having another baby. vlatko might have reinjured his knee and saric showed up big time. jamal was extra fluffy and adorable even though he kept making bad passes in the 2nd half and made some huge shots. russ was called for the weakest tech ive ever seen cooked and is now the all time nba leader in triple doubles (200) (i think) coach malone was hilarious to watch on the sidelines and is now tied as the nuggets winningest head coach

THE CHIEFS FINALLY FUCKIN LOST TOO

I get trading Brendan. I feel like all of us saw it from mile away honestly, it’s the least surprising thing that would happen this off-season. What would be surprising if we got someone value from him.

However, Mac gets traded I physically do not know what I’ll do with myself. If he gets traded, obviously I’m gonna want him to win the World Series right away because he deserves it and deserves everything good happen in life and I know him and Judge have been friends since childhood so there’s that as well that would add a different synergy to the Yankees roster.

Bestie imma try my best to stay positive this offseason however the nuggets are so iffy that you can’t really predict how the seasons gonna go and it seems like we are nothingness without jokic which adds a whole new problem.(also it has been a brought to my attention that Malone shops at my local King Soopers which probably means he lives somewhere close to me, and that scares me) Also, the Broncos are just confusing. They confuse me I don’t know how to feel. BUT YOUR RIGHT AT LEAST THE CHEIFS FINALLY FUCKING LOST. ALL HAIL JOSH ALLEN

Anyways, if we trade Mac, I will literally crash out 

[nccityofdreams]

Ghost Town 1.5

Wasn’t often he’d meet the family within an hour of meeting a girl, but somehow he’d found himself strolling through a nomad camp as if it was just another Tuesday.

And not just any camp. The fucking Aldecaldos. Famous, or infamous, rather, for their distrust of outsiders, resourcefulness and rebellious nature.

He’d sensed her thinly veiled attempt at hiding her apprehension as soon as he’d gotten into the car with her, and of course, his suspicions had been confirmed when the other two dudes had appeared seemingly out of thin air.

What were their names? Mick and Scott? Mike and Stitch? Ah, he didn’t fuckin’ know.

Who gives a shit? Wasn’t like they were willin’ to help anyway. Pussies.

He does his best to ignore the constant background chatter in his head - especially because he didn’t want to agree. For all he knew, they probably had their reasons for not wanting to help. Nomad chick didn’t seem happy about it, but then again, she didn’t seem happy about a lot of things.

Boo-fuckin’-hoo. Life sucks. Join the fuckin’ club.

He’s inclined to agree.

[flutterbruttershy]

i stg ive thought long and hard about why subnautica zero just bugs the shit out of me and its bc the gameplay fuckin sucks. im open to the ideas in the story but also theyre not executed well. theres two different plots going on and the one you start with isnt the one that matters by the end of it and they have no connection. the vehicles suck ass to drive, the seatruck isnt fun and gets caught on EVERYTHING. adding modules to it increases your chances of constant austin powers moments. the leviathans are much more obnoxious than they are scary, one of then seems to have laser focused honing on your seatruck and will gnaw on it for like a solid minute before it'll let you go. theres no avoiding it. i dont even care abt the lack of horror compared to the first one bc i feel like itd be hard to capture that lightning in a bottle twice. adding more land segments when those were the most complained about in the first one is a bold choice that didnt pay off. the snowfox is the flimsiest piece of shit ive ever used in a videogame. i expected nothing and was still let down

[pesterloglog]

Dave Strider, John Egbert, Jade Harley

Act 6, page 6302-6323

DAVE: so weird being back here

DAVE: cant believe how long ago it feels since i lived in this place

DAVE: spent way too long wallowing in our own filth on that gnarly meteor thats for sure

DAVE: this doesnt even seem like my room anymore

DAVE: its like trespassing or something like im horning in on somebody elses life

DAVE: a life lived most sweetly though i will admit

DAVE: ahahaha the fuckin toilets still there

DAVE: i remember when jade put that there that is perhaps like my favorite memory

DAVE: wish jade wasnt crazy just makes me remember how much i miss not crazy jade

DAVE: or less crazy jade

DAVE: wait

DAVE: didnt karkat once say terezi ripped a troll toilet out of his house

DAVE: what is with girls and their universally constant tendency to rip out plumbing fixtures

DAVE: did i just accidentally crack another cosmic riddle or

DAVE: i gotta txt him and get confirmation on this asap

DAVE: actually nah

DAVE: i probably harangued the poor guy with enough of my bs the last few years

DAVE: ill just keep shufflin thru memory lane making wistful observations out loud

DAVE: you know it kinda chaps my bulge that people rip on me for talking to myself

DAVE: its like the most perfectly natural thing to do

DAVE: why are people so up tight about keepin a lid on their monologues what a bunch of stuffy pricks

DAVE: ive always found the sound of my own voice to be mysteriously soothing

DAVE: haha talk about an embarrassing sentence to say in earshot of an actual person

DAVE: well maybe not the mayor

DAVE: you can always tell the mayor anything <3

DAVE: hahaha this piece of shit is still here too

DAVE: didnt we use this thing like ONCE

DAVE: what a useless pile of trash in hindsight

DAVE: sometimes i think this game was designed by an idiot

DAVE: wasnt it called like

DAVE: the laserbeam intellivision or something

DAVE: id throw it in the lava but that would be a waste of melting

DAVE: oh yeah

DAVE: almost forgot about my ill beats from the past

DAVE: i wonder if theyre as ill as i remember

DAVE: ok i just pushed some buttons and verified they remain as ill as the day they were dropped

DAVE: ill have to send them to karkat he has always been an enthusiastic patron of my exceptional science

DAVE: i mean sure he says it sucks and maybe he even believes that on some pathetic sub intellectual plane of consciousness which gross philistines operate on their whole lives

DAVE: but whenever he gets a load of my hype

DAVE: i see him there

DAVE: tapping his foot ever so slightly

DAVE: i see him

DAVE: this poster...

DAVE: love this poster

DAVE: its like an old friend

DAVE: never even knew who these guys were or what their deal was

DAVE: never gave it much thought i guess

DAVE: doubt ill ever find out at this point

DAVE: oh well

DAVE: some things i guess were never meant to be figured out

DAVE: or benefit from any kind of elaboration

DAVE: not even years later

DAVE: just the way it is sometimes

DAVE: its like ive said before

DAVE: this poster is a hell of a mystery

DAVE: that i never even thought was a mystery

DAVE: and it would be pretty cool if somebody solved it

DAVE: but damn if thats ever gonna happen

DAVE: so thats a shame

DAVE: aw hell its my old dead things collection

DAVE: what a stupid blast from the past

DAVE: i seriously cannot remember if i was sincere with this shit

DAVE: i was probably trying to flex my underdeveloped irony muscles

DAVE: like the shrimpiest kid at the hipster gym

DAVE: why does my childhood room have to be such a predictable museum of embarrassments

DAVE: i dont know

DAVE: some of these things are kind of cool actually

DAVE: like from a standpoint of objective reevaluation afforded by the sobering maturity that comes with being literally 100% grown up now

DAVE: dead things are actually pretty rad

DAVE: i feel like if i was legitmately into all this then more should have come of the interest

DAVE: like there could have been like

DAVE: entire CONVERSATIONS about it that never even took place

DAVE: hey rose youll never guess what im excited about and have loads of dialogue to spill over

DAVE: whats that dave

DAVE: ancient mollusks

DAVE: hmmmmmmmm said rose

DAVE: how many bananas do you think this paw clutched back when it was alive and attached to a monkey

DAVE: dave i really must say

DAVE: this conversation blows

DAVE: yeah sorry

DAVE: maybe i could have really developed this interest

DAVE: maybe i could have been something cool as a result

DAVE: like what even profession is this

DAVE: a dead shit ogler?

DAVE: no wait

DAVE: probably a paleontologist or something

DAVE: i could have been a paleontologist

DAVE: instead of what i became

DAVE: which was

DAVE: uh

DAVE: some pajama packing fuckface from the renaissance fair

DAVE: that would have been the dopeness!

DAVE: eurgh

DAVE: the ironic selfies

DAVE: oh god

DAVE: now this

DAVE: this is some irredeemably mortifying shit here

DAVE: what was i thinking

DAVE: i dont know man

DAVE: i just dont know

DAVE: this is what seasoned veterans call "bad irony"

DAVE: look at this guy

DAVE: what a fucking novice

DAVE: oh who am i kidding

DAVE: i cant stay mad at that face

DAVE: ok this one is pretty funny actually

DAVE: ...

DAVE: eheheh

DAVE: hehehehe

DAVE: haha!

DAVE: hahahahahaha!

DAVE: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

DAVE: WHY

DAVE: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

DAVE: (gasp)

DAVE: WHY CANT

DAVE: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

DAVE: WHY CANT I STOP LAUGHING

DAVE: PFFFFAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

DAVE: YOU WIN!

DAVE: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

DAVE: YOU WIN YOUNG DAVE

DAVE: THESE SELFIES ARE COMEDY GOLD

DAVE: AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

JOHN: hi dave!

JOHN: what's so funny?

DAVE: whoa

DAVE: john

JOHN: what were you looking at there...

JOHN: hey, are you crying?

DAVE: what

DAVE: no

JOHN: ...

DAVE: i mean i was just laughing too hard at something dumb

DAVE: you know how it is

JOHN: heh, yeah.

JOHN: can i see?

DAVE: no its nothing

DAVE: where the fuck have you been

DAVE: do you remember what happened since we got here

JOHN: yes.

DAVE: well

DAVE: are you gonna fill me in or keep floating there in the most uninformative way possible

JOHN: uh oh.

JOHN: dave, i have to go!

DAVE: what

DAVE: why

JOHN: i can't hang around in one place for too long.

JOHN: let's catch up later, ok?

DAVE: john wait

JOHN: see you buddy!

DAVE: no dont

DAVE: john no stop turning into wind you fickle idiot

DAVE: dont just leave right away that is such an insanely predictable move

DAVE: i said get back here you slippery motherfucker!!!

JADE: hello dave

DAVE: god dammit

JADE: he was just here wasnt he

DAVE: no

JADE: how do you even know who im talking about??

DAVE: look all i know is egbert most definitely didnt just appear out of nowhere and catch me weeplaughing at my selfies

JADE: dave i know he was just here

JADE: i can smell him

DAVE: i keep my apparment misted with his odor at all times

DAVE: essence d'egbert

JADE: degbear?

JADE: what...

DAVE: no like the french pronunciation

JADE: ah

DAVE: anyway im just a lot more comfortable when my whole place reeks of nerd musk

DAVE: so that explains that

JADE: you cant fool me dave

JADE: i will track him down sooner or later

JADE: in any case it doesnt matter

JADE: i came here to see you, not him

DAVE: you did

JADE: come with me

DAVE: where

JADE: out here

JADE: we have some work to do

DAVE: what work

JADE: youre going to need to upgrade your weapon

DAVE: what

DAVE: you mean the deringer

JADE: yes

DAVE: i thought it was like the best possible sword

DAVE: or at least the best possible broken sword

JADE: that may very well be the case

JADE: but it will be useless against lord english

JADE: wouldnt you prefer a weapon that is capable of inflicting damage against him?

DAVE: uh

DAVE: not really?

JADE: of course you would

JADE: this isnt even up for discussion

JADE: now give me the deringer

JADE: we have all been traveling for three long years. what better way to celebrate our reunion than with a little alchemy? :)

DAVE: lots of ways

DAVE: we could have a jade goes back to normal party

DAVE: starring normal jade

JADE: HAR HAR

JADE: gimme the sword

DAVE: ok here

DAVE: how do we make it so it can damage him

JADE: it needs a special ingredient

JADE: something which represents his only known weakness, but hasnt been properly weaponized

DAVE: and you know what that is

JADE: i do

DAVE: how

JADE: i get all my intelligence on such matters from the old lady

JADE: shes had centuries to hatch a plan to settle her score

JADE: over time shes uncovered many secrets about him

DAVE: i dont understand how this is working

DAVE: is she piping all these secrets into your brain

DAVE: along with the evil

JADE: that is not relevant!

DAVE: fair enough

DAVE: i guess technically almost nothing is relevant to the dude youre barking orders to

DAVE: literal barking because of dogginess

JADE: bark bark bark!!!

DAVE: yes exactly like that

DAVE: thank you for participating in the joke

DAVE: now what is this special ingredient and where do we get it

JADE: i already have it right here

DAVE: oh yeah?

JADE: in fact ive had it for about as long as i can remember

JADE: it was right under my doggy snout all along

JADE: remember this?

DAVE: no

JADE: dave are you lying to me?

DAVE: no!

DAVE: ive never seen that thing before

JADE: but i found it on your planet

JADE: it must have gotten here somehow

DAVE: i didnt take your lousy egg

JADE: its not an egg!

DAVE: yeah well these planets are crawling with brainless lizards maybe one of them thought it was an egg

DAVE: and then brought it here cause its warm here and tried to hatch it

JADE: you really have a one track mind when it comes to certain things

DAVE: what things

DAVE: what are you talking about

JADE: davesprite was like that too... i just figured it was because he was part bird

JADE: but no, here you are going on about bird things too just like him :p

DAVE: come on dont compare me to him

DAVE: just cause i think its an eggy looking thing dont mean i think like a damn bird

JADE: mm hmm

JADE: and just because i have these pointy ears doesnt mean i wouldnt kill for some snausages right now!

DAVE: .....................

DAVE: do you actually want snausages

JADE: .....................

JADE: maybe ._.

DAVE: ok well snausages notwithstanding this is bullshit

DAVE: tell me how that thing doesnt look like an egg to you

DAVE: how is that not so obviously SUCH an egg???

JADE: its a cueball dave!

DAVE: i see

DAVE: so if im following

DAVE: then what youre trying to tell me is

DAVE: lord english has some sort of severe egg allergy that we are hoping to exploit

JADE: sigh

JADE: i see its still impossible to have a serious conversation with you, whether you are a sassy bird or not

JADE: i thought regular dave might have matured a little over three years but i guess i was wrong

DAVE: can we just make the eggsword already

DAVE: oh no

DAVE: not the legendary piece of shit again

JADE: pardon?

DAVE: its the fuckin welsh sword again!

JADE: are you telling me you have seen this sword before dave

JADE: how is that possible?

DAVE: i dont know!

DAVE: because i have a shitty quest is how

JADE: .....

DAVE: didnt davesprite tell you anything

DAVE: i found this sword in a gold cave and broke it

DAVE: then davesprite took it to hephaestus who fixed it and upgraded it to the deringer

DAVE: and sent that to me and i broke it again

JADE: you sure seem to break swords a lot

DAVE: i know!!!

DAVE: that has always been my thing for some reason

DAVE: now i guess it turns out my ultimate sword is really just a repaired downgrade of my previously ultimate sword mixed with a cueball?

DAVE: we just cycled right back to caledfwelsh like a bunch of tools

DAVE: that is the most stupid convoluted ass backward way to get a sword out of a stone i can even imagine

DAVE: i feel like somebody somewhere is having a good laugh over this i sure hope like the juggalo equivalent of fuckin loki or whoever the fuck is having a top notch riddlewank at my expense

JADE: :|

DAVE: you know what really gets me is

DAVE: this shitty welsh sword presumably consisted of those ingredients all along which just makes me want to travel back in time to perform a mutually assisted suicide with myself

DAVE: me and other dave can take turns suffocating each other with our own DUMBASS capes

JADE: dave i admit this is a peculiar turn of events, but i think you are overreacting

DAVE: jade this is STUPID

DAVE: my quest is a STUPID PIECE OF GARBAGE QUEST for LAME SHITTY LOSER FUCKHEADS WHO SUCK BALLS WHILE CRAPPING THEIR PANTS

JADE: omg

JADE: youve really spent way too much time alone with karkat havent you

DAVE: ...

DAVE: i need help :(

[joejoeba]

can I hear your thoughts on the nijimura brothers? your drawing of keicho holding okuyasu pierced by the arrow really got to me ;-; feelings about them are extra sad because I'm on a diu rewatch right now and the latest episode I watched was in the nijimura brothers arc

YES PLEASE so many thoughts

Warning though it's a little bleak? And these are just my personal feelings because of my own personal experiences, so they might not be for everyone but they ARE for me.

(Content warning: gonna be mentioning abuse in this one)

You can put up with and get used to just the damndest things when it's what you know best, and what's unknown is unstable and scary, and rocking the boat means things might get worse before they get better. I think Nijimura brothers were codependent and very toxic for each other, even though they definitely loved each other. Family is like that sometimes.

But they're like, not as codependent as they themselves think. The consensus between them is that Okuyasu needs Keicho, and he did when they were kids, but in my opinion it's the other way around by the time they're introduced.

Okuyasu is like, surprisingly well adjusted and responsible after Keicho's death, although he's definitely sensitive about it for a long time after. As far as we know, he manages to live alone and take care of his father and cat as well as himself, and he was pretty quick to go back to school and (deliberately??) get himself a social net. He puts his lottery money into savings, and he sucks at school but he DOES go most days if not every day. For a 16 year old with no family but his amnesiac mutated dad, he is....doing great??

Keicho was, for a lack of better language, a little off his rocker by the end? Shooting people with the arrow willy nilly, not caring if people died, not even caring if Okuyasu got mortally wounded. He was definitely Okuyasu's rock at the start, but I think with time, it just wore him down to the marrow. Trying to be a shield from abuse for your brother, raising him / helping his upbringing, being in foster homes / taking care of yourself and a younger kid will do that to a guy. The cycle of abuse and whatnot; I mean shit they were tiny kids when their father started abusing them, that's horrible! ...but amnesiac mutated dad Nijimura cant speak, can't defend himself.... Keicho's violence is also horrible. And Okuyasu was a witness to all of it.

Imagine if you knew, from experience, that your brother-guardian is capable of intense cruelty and murder, seeing it happen often, being ordered to help with it. (Keicho routinely beat their father, shot and maybe killed people with the arrow, told Okuyasu he didn't deserve to live if he didn't perform properly.) Okuyasu did as Keicho told him and even refused to sell his brother out to Josuke after being mortally wounded by him. Imagine knowing that and believing 100% that you deserve whatever happens to you, at your brother's hands or not, and -importantly- loving him with your whole heart anyway. That's fuckin heartbreaking, man.

Okuyasu basically deals with various degrees of abuse for most of his life, and Keicho is his only constant. Keicho loves and provides for him, but Keicho also seems to hate him. Keicho protects and guides him, but Okuyasu has seen and felt what happens when Keicho decides he doesn't care about you.

But the same goes for Keicho. He's had to pull out every coping mechanism to try and make life work for the both of them, and no one taught him how. I often think about it like... yeah, Keicho was cruel and distant, because that was all he knew. He didn't have a big brother to look out for him, just himself and his little brother that he had to take care of. I remember being irritated at my little brother when I had to babysit him often, and that wasnt even his fault at all. Imagine how mad you would be at everyone and everything if you were put into Keicho's shoes. Some days, even when they didn't get along, Okuyasu might've been the only sunshine in Keicho's life. And with how controlling he is and how much he DOES love his little brother, he probably wanted to hang onto that, even when it was hurting both of them, or it meant stunting Okuyasu's ability to be on his own (probably indirectly). Because Keicho needs him to stay.

I think that's basically how things ended up progressing: Keicho was incredibly stressed out from taking care of his brother and father - I think maybe he started out actually caring for Dad Nijimura, but grew into just wanting him dead. No one has ever come through for him, he feels alone and against the world, his brother can't take care of himself and doesn't pull his own weight- Keicho has gone past being angry to just being apathetic and disgusted with his world.

And it's not that Okuyasu can't take care of himself or won't pull his own weight, but he's so firmly under Keicho's thumb he doesn't really try. Keicho is the one in charge and Okuyasu does as he's told, that's how it's always been and that's that. He knows talking back and trying to change things just makes Keicho angry, which is bad, and Keicho tells him frequently how Okuyasu is hopeless without him, so its must be true- things are just easier this way.

They both fall into this stagnant way of living because it has worked for them so far and they need some kind of outside influence for change to happen.

And by the end, we're told that Keicho did, despite everything, love Okuyasu back. So much he'd die for him. But he was too proud and jaded to live for him instead, which is what Okuyasu would have wanted.

Wanted, not needed, because what Okuyasu needed was support and affection, not orders and tough love. When Josuke comes along, Okuyasu finally gets what he needed, and he flourishes. He's a good person, he's happy, he has very dear friends who encourage and support him, and he has Josuke, and Okuyasu would die for him for sure but more importantly he decided to live for him, and that means living without Keicho. And it was the right decision to make.

[xoxo-teddybear]

You Have Me - Bakugou Katsuki

Dad!Bakugou x Babysitter!reader

Warnings: Dad!Bakugou, Fingering, 18+, Cursing, pining, cheating, daddy kink (cuz duh)

Request: Dad Bakugou in love with his babysitter. She’s younger than him but still over legal drinking age and Bakugou is not too old. I just wanna see how he’d go about this whole situation ESPECIALLY if he was already married.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“F-Faster Katsuki!” You said as Bakugou pounded into you on the kitchen island.

“Shit baby...fuck, you like that shit? Like how daddy fucks your sweet cunt?” He teased as he hit your cervix. “You gonna give me another brat? Huh? C’mon Teddy Bear I know you can do it~”

His hand traveled to your clit as he toyed with your pretty pussy. Your legs shook as he worked his magic and you clenched around his cock.

“Ohh~ ‘M gonna cum!” You cried out. Your hands clawed at Katsuki’s back as he sucked his teeth in due to the stimulating pleasure.

“Do it. Cream all over my cock baby.” You obeyed his every command as you did what you were told and spilled all over him. Your orgasm didn’t stop him as he continued to ram into you. He sped up as he chased his own release and threw his head back.

“F-Fuck! Fuck baby,” he leaned down close to your face as he used his hand to grab your chin. “I love you. You fuckin’ understand me?” He said and brought a smack to your ass. “I love you Y/N.”

His voice grew whiny as his thrust became sloppy. You both were a moaning mess until Katsuki met his climax and filled you with his release. Right as he came, his lips met yours for a rough and passionate kiss that you both desperately moaned into. He continued to slowly thrust into you to push his cum deeper inside your womb as you tugged at his hair. Your lips finally separated as Katsuki stopped his thrusts. He rested his forehead against yours as you both held heavy breaths. He grinned at your dazed eyes and grew excited. He was sure he done enough to get you pregnant. He saw your soft, angelic features and listened carefully as you began to speak.

“Katsuki...it’s time to wake up.” You said with a smile.

“Huh?” Bakugou said in confusion as he lifted his face away from yours. You sat up and shoved his shoulder as your voice began to fade out.

“Wake up! ....Wake up Katsuki. Katsuki! ....Katsuki!”

—

“Katsuki! Wake up!”

The 25 year old man had his eyes shot open as he flinched the slightest bit. He awoke to his bitch of a wife smacking his upper body to get him to come to.

“Ugh, the hell do you want?” He groaned as he layed back down in bed.

“I want you to get out of bed! We’re supposed to be going to Aki’s party today! You owe me since you didn’t want to buy me those heels!” She complained. Bakugou rolled his eyes at the gold digger and shooed her away with his hand.

“Go by your damn self. I have a meeting today. I’m not going to one of your shitty friend’s stupid ass parties. And also, I don’t owe you shit. I’m not dropping three grand on a pair of heels for some bitch.” He said with his eyes still shut. He heard his wife gasp at his insults and he could already imagine her dropped jaw.

“Excuse me, but I’m not some bitch. I’m your wife-“

“Who’s a bitch.” Bakugou interrupted. He opened his piercing, crimson eyes as he watched her tilt her head to the ceiling and crossed her arms.

“Hmph! Fine then! I’ll go by myself!” She said and marched out the room and out the house. Bakugou groaned as he rolled onto his back and threw his arms over his eyes.

“Good. That’s what I wanted. Stupid bitch.” He said to no one in particular. He sighed as he held on to the memory of the sweet dream he was having before his wife had interrupted. The sweet dream of him completely indulging himself in Y/N L/N, his son’s babysitter.

Was it wrong for him to have these thoughts about Y/N while being married? Yes. But did Bakugou care? Not at all. He was so drawn to Y/N it was like love at first sight for him. Besides, he didn’t love his wife anyway. They dated for a year and the whole time, Bakugou completely hated it. Truthfully, Bakugou dated her for her looks and the sweet facade she put up, but when her true self came through, Bakugou knew he was done with her. Unfortunately, before he had the chance to break up with her, his son Katsuo, was conceived. So when the news of her pregnancy became known to him, the toxic couple decided to tie the knot and get married. What a poor decision.

Bakugou decided enough time had been spent in bed and so he got up and got ready. Once he was fresh and clean he checked the time and saw it was 8:30. He made breakfast and prepped the table. Once he was done, he walked to his son’s room to wake up the little guy.

Katsuo Bakugou. Katsuki’s precious son. Even though he wasn’t planned, Katsuki loved his dear boy regardless. It’s sad to say the same thing can’t be said with the boy’s mother. Leiko Hotashi, Katsuo’s mother, seemed to have no love for the child, or anyone other than herself and money. She complained the entire pregnancy, she didn’t smile at the first sight of him when he was born, and she didn’t bother to be around the little guy either. Katsuo basically grew up without a mother’s love but he turned out just fine because Katsuki’s love was more than enough. The constant absence of his mother didn’t bother him and the child didn’t seem to care whether she was around or not. It’s sad really, but what can you do?

Bakugou walked into the room and saw a tuff of blonde hair that resembled his own. He walked to his ‘mini me,’ and shook the 5 year old awake.

“Katsuo...wake up bud. C’mon.” Katsuki said in a surprisingly soft voice. He was greeted with a pair of red eyes that copied his own and he smiled down at his carbon copy. “C’mon bud, breakfast is ready.”

Katsuo sat up in bed and yawned as he rubbed one of his eyes with his tiny fist. Katsuki smiled at the cute sight. “G’morning dad!”

“Heh. Good morning bud now let’s. Go. We got a nice breakfast waiting for us,” Bakugou said as he picked up his son in his arms. Katsuo giggled in excitement as Katsuki walked down the stairs and went into the kitchen.

The two sat down at the island as they enjoyed their breakfast and Katsuki listened to his son babble on about nothing. It was a peaceful morning for the most part. Katsuki’s morning always consisted of his crazy wife being a nag but other than that, he enjoyed his mornings with his son.

“So, I have to go to work soon and Mom is gone, but Y/N is coming by in a bit to watch you.” Katsuki explained to the young boy who seemed to light up at the mention of your name.

“Y/N’s coming?! Yay!” The boy shouted. Katsuo loved you. You’ve been his babysitter for 2 years and you already had the child (and his father) wrapped around your finger. Without knowing it, you showered the boy in motherly love, something that he never really got to experience. As we already stated, Bakugou felt drawn to you as if it was love at first sight, but seeing the way you interacted with his son just sealed the deal for him.

The two continued their meal and when they were done, Katsuki had the child wash up and get ready for your arrival. He cleaned up in the kitchen and by the time he was done, you knocked on the door. Bakugou felt his heart race at the knowledge of your presence and before he ran to the door, he stopped infront of a mirror to check himself. He fixed his hair and adjusted his clothes to fit more comfortably and then ran to the door. Before opening it, he placed his hand on the knob, took a breath, and then pulled the door open to be blessed with the sight of your beauty. “Y/N! Hi!”

“Heh, hey Katsuki.” You said as you stood at the door with a smile. You weren’t dumb. You always noticed how nervous Bakugou was whenever you were around. His crush was a little obvious to you and even though you felt something for the handsome hero, you never made any advances for the man. He was married and had a kid! There’s no way any sort of relationship was happening. Luckily, a very flirtatious friendship blossomed between you two and you grew so close that you both reached a first name basis.

Y/N L/N. A beautiful woman at the pretty age of 23. She was not only beauty, but she was brains, strength, and grace. She was a fierce and charming lady who had poison on her tongue but a fluffy heart of gold. The lot of you may be thinking that a 23 year old woman should be doing more than babysitting, but Y/N is still fairly young. And besides, babysitting was just a side gig. You had an actual career and owned your own dance studio but ever since you met the Bakugous, you just couldn’t give up on the little job.

“...Umm...Katsuki. Are you gonna keep staring or are you gonna let me in?” You said with a chuckle. Bakugou embarrassingly snapped out of his trance before speaking.

“Right! Uh, come in,” he said and stepped aside for you to enter. You nodded with a smile and walked into the large home, took a seat on the soft couch and you waited for Katsuo to come down. In the meantime, Katsuki always took the opportunity to make small talk with you.

“So..how’ve you been? It’s been awhile since you came over to watch Katsuo.” Katsuki said as he took a seat that was pretty close to you.

“Yeah, sorry about that. The studio’s just been pretty hectic with more clients coming in. Even before I came here, I dropped off some choreography for a heels class that I’m teaching tonight.” You said. The mention of your upcoming class made Katsuki a little excited. Your studio commonly filmed classes to post online for publicity and when Katsuki found videos of you dancing/teaching a heels class, he couldn’t help but constantly admire the view.

“Still coulda’ came by to at least say hi or something,” he said with a gruff but obvious sarcastic voice. “S’been forever since I- I mean since Katsuo saw you.”

“Relax dummy,” you said with a giggle as you playfully slapped his arm. “I’ve only been gone a week.”

Bakugou pretended to be in pain as he placed a hand over his chest, slumped in his seat, and scrunched his face. “Ouch. Don’t remind me. Like I said, it’s been forever.”

You both laughed at his little joke as he sat up straight again. You looked around the house and after seeing a few family pictures hanging, you decided to bring up another topic. “So..where’s the Mrs.?”

“Tch. She’s out at some random party.” He said as he stretched out his neck. You raised your brow and smirked at his answer.

“Oh? Is somebody upset he got left behind?” You teased which made Bakugou cackle a bit.

“Yeah right! Like I care about that nag. She could leave for an eternity and I wouldn’t care and neither would the kid. Besides, it’d just give me the opportunity to get a little closer to you.” He said as he leaned in a little closer and you did the same.

“Oh really?” You said with a smile.

“Really.” He replied back with a face that mimicked your own. Soon enough, his hand found a place on your inner thigh and gave it a squeeze. Your lips slightly separated with a tiny gasp and Bakugou definitely took notice of that. Things would’ve continued if it wasn’t for the sudden voice of a child.

“Y/N!” Katsuo said in excitement as he took notice of you on the couch. You and Bakugou jumped and quickly separated before the child could even get an idea of what was about to happen. You were quick to stand and greet the small boy as you crouched down to his level and gave him a hug.

“Hi Katsuo!” You said with your award winning smile. Katsuki watched from the couch as Katsuo went on and on about all the things he wanted to do today and the only thing that appeared in his head was a new family picture but with you in it instead of Leiko.

“Alright bud,” Bakugou said as he got up from the couch, walking to the two. “I gotta get to work but enjoy your day with Y/N, okay? And be good.” Bakugou said as he ruffled his boy’s blonde hair.

“I’m always good, dad!” The boy pouted as he swatted away his father’s hand. You laughed at their interaction and Bakugou chuckled before kissing the crown of his son’s head and walking to the front door.

“Bye Katsuo!” He said from the exit. You walked him to the exit and before he left he turned to you. He checked to make sure his son wasn’t watching before making his move. He grabbed your chin with his fingers to make you face him and softly spoke. “And I’ll see you later tonight, beautiful.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes at his compliment then said your thanks. You expected him to leave after that and so you tried to walk back to Katsuo but before you could, Katsuki pulled your wrist, grabbed your chin again, and pecked your cheek before exiting and slamming the door shut. You stood with a shocked expression as you felt blood rush to your cheeks.

Although you knew you felt something special for Katsuki, you knew he was married. And you weren’t no homewrecker! Even though some may see it as a harmless little peck on the cheek, you couldn’t help but feel guilty for his growing affections towards you. You sighed a bit before calming down and walking to the blonde boy waiting for you in the living room. You were going to enjoy your time with Katsuo but the return of his father stirred up a little confusion in your chest.

—

Hours passed. When you arrived it was 9:30 a.m. Now, it’s 10:00 p.m., and you expected Bakugou to be home soon. You didn’t really expect to see Leiko. Whenever Katsuki mentioned she was out partying, she never came back while you were around. It’s not that she was purposely avoiding you, she just tend to stay out into late hours of the night.

Katsuo was supposed to be in bed half an hour ago but his puppy eyes got the best of you and so you stayed up an extra hour to watch a quick movie with him. In the middle of the screening, he fell asleep on you and so you turned off the T.V and carried him to bed. After tucking him in, you walked away but felt a tug on your arm. Your turned to see Katsuo with sleepy eyes staring up at you. “Yes Katsuo?”

“Sing me to sleep again. Please Y/N,” the sweet boy asked. You smiled down at him and nodded. You took a seat on his bed side as you ran your fingers through his soft, spiked, blonde hair and sang.

As you sung Katsuo to sleep, you didn’t even notice the front door opening. Katsuki walked in feeling a little excited to see Y/N again but when he walked through the door he heard an angelic voice. He placed his bag down and followed the sound into his son’s room. Once he made it there, he stood in the doorway and listened to your voice and watched as you sung his child to sleep.

Your calming voice sent a blush to Katsuki’s face as he smiled and watched. Your voice was like honey. Smooth and sweet. The way you took care of Katsuo filled Katsuki with a type of happiness he never experienced before. He notice you ran your fingers through his son’s hair and Katsuki couldn’t help but feel a little envious of his own child.

“Don’t go away, stay another day~”

You finished the song and smiled as you saw Katsuo finally asleep. You leaned down and pecked his forehead before getting up to leave his room. As you looked towards the doorway, you jumped at the sight of Katsuki’s tall figure leaning against the frame.

“Katsuki, hey. I didn’t even realize you came home. How was work?” You asked. Your question made Katsuki smile, as it was similar to something a wife would ask her husband after a long day. It was something Katsuki never got to experience, even though he was already married. He smiled at you with kind eyes before tilting his head to signal you to follow him. You smiled softly and nodded as you followed Katsuki down the stairs.

—

For the past hour you and Katsuki had been laughing and talking. You followed Katsuki into the kitchen where he made you both some tea where you then both found seats in the living room. There, you talked some more and you both enjoyed the private company. Eventually, Katsuki grew bold and walked back into the kitchen and returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

“Heh, real smooth Romeo.” You teased and Bakugou chuckled as he rolled his eyes as sat down. You both picked up another conversation and eventually reached your second glass.

“Thanks for always taking care of Katsuo the way you do, Y/N.” Bakugou said with a slight blush. And it wasn’t just the alcohol causing it.

“What do you mean?” You asked, your face holding a similar blush for the same reasons. Safe to say you were both a little tipsy tonight. Not drunk but filled with a little liquid courage.

“I don’t know..like a mom?” His words caught your attention and your gaze encouraged him to continue. “Katsuo..doesn’t have the greatest mom in the world. I think everybody knows that. Honestly, if she wasn’t around at all, Katsuo wouldn’t even know the difference. But you? You’re like the mother he never got....the mother he should’ve got.”

You felt a growing heat flow in your face and you smiled at the sweet compliment. You can’t lie, sometimes you did see Katsuo as your son. You didn’t have kids but you always wanted some. Having Katsuo around was like having a son of your own. “Awe, thanks Katsuki.”

“You shouldn’t thank me, it’s just insane how you’re the actual definition of perfect.” He said before taking a sip of wine.

“Stop it,” you said and playfully hit his arm again. You both put your glasses down and he laughed a bit before continuing.

“No, I’m serious. I mean, c’mon you’re beautiful, smart, kind, sassy,” he began.

“Yeah..and,” you said as you both began to face each other.

“You’re great with kids, you’re good at everything, you have a steady career, you have a passion,” he continued.

“Mhmm..” you said while smiling at his words. You shuffled a little bit closer to him on the couch and Bakugou smiled when he noticed.

“...You’re perfect Y/N.” He focused his gaze on you as he became entranced with your E/C eyes. He leaned in close and you did the same. “...You’re the perfect one for me.”

At those words, you both closed the gap between you two and kissed. Your lips were pressed together for a few seconds before you both pulled away for the same amount of time. During that time, Bakugou kept his lips hovering over yours before pecking your lips a few times and then giving you a real, passionate kiss. Due to the small amount of alcohol in your system you happily returned it. Your hands found way into his hair and his found home on your waist. When you took a small breath, Bakugou slipped his tongue in and you both fought for dominance. In the heat of the moment, Bakugou carried you to sit on his lap and you followed his lead. Your tongues continued to tangle as Bakugou’s hands caressed your body.

They moved down to the hill of your ass and gave it a firm squeeze. You moaned into the kiss and it was music to his ears. Almost as good as the sweet lullaby you sang an hour ago. Soon enough, his hands traveled under your shirt and bra to fondle your plush breast. This made you let go of the kiss and throw your head back as you released soft moans. Bakugou didn’t stop and went into kiss your neck. He left sweet pecks before he left a few hickeys. His mouth moved around your neck before he found your sweet spot, earning a needy sound from you. Bakugou began nipping at the spot and licking the soft skin. His actions caused your hands to tug at his hair and made your hips naturally grind against his center. This made Bakugou groan as he gently layed you on your back on the couch. His body found way in between your legs as he separated from your neck and took notice of your flushed face. He smirked at the sight and his eyes traveled to your shirt, where his hands were hidden under. Deciding to change that, his hands left your valley of breast to push your shirt and bra up to expose your chest.

“Beautiful...” was what he whispered before going in to take one of your mounds in his mouth. You gasped and squealed at the sensation of his mouth covering one breast and his hand massaging the other. Bakugou continued to mark up your chest, leaving love bites and bruises all over.

“Ngh...Katsuki..” you whined. Both your centers began to grind against each other as the two of you were pretty much dry humping one another. Bakugou bit at your nipple, causing you to squirm.

“Easy Princess, I got you. Daddy’s got you, Love.” He said as he used both hands to rub soothing motions into your bare waist. You settled as Katsuki kissed a trail back up to your neck and whispered into your ear. “I’m gonna take such good care of you tonight, Y/N.”

His hand glided off your chest, down your stomach and down your pants. His movements had the wetness between your legs growing and his husky voice definitely didn’t calm it down. His hands slid into your panties and his finger took a swipe at your slick.

“So wet...and it’s all for me..right baby?” He smirked against your cheek.

“Y-Yes Katsuki!” You said as you attempted to grind against his hand before Katsuki pulled it away.

“Try again,” he said with a seductive tone. You were confused on what he meant but you were growing so desperate for a touch. His touch. So your mind began to scramble and think. Master? No. Sir? No. Senpai? Hell no.

“..Daddy.” You softly said. You watched as Bakugou’s smirk grew before he kissed your cheek in approval.

“Good girl.” His finger soon returned to your center and after running it up and down a few times, he slowly pushed two in. You gasped at his thick length as Bakugou pumped his hand in and out of you. Wanting to test the waters a bit more, he slid in a third finger as he picked up the speed a bit.

“O-Oh my god!” Your hips began to grind against his hand and Bakugou curled his fingers. “Fuck!”

“Feel good, baby?” Bakugou asked as he began to grind against the underside of your thigh. Your lower body began to slightly shake as his fingers reached a sensitive spot.

“Yes Daddy!” You cried out. You felt the coil in your stomach tightening, signaling a familiar sensation to almost be reached. Growing more riled up and wanting more room on the couch, Bakugou began to throw the decor pillows off the couch. The pillows flew around the living room knocking a few things over, including the family picture. The sound reached your ears and the sight of the broken frame snapped you out of your pleasured state. Your eyes grew wide as you finally came to and realized what you were doing. “Ngh, no!”

You pushed Katsuki off of you and pulled your shirt back down to cover yourself back up. Bakugou looked at you in shock and confusion as he watched you sit up and settle down. “Y/N...?”

Your hands covered your face for a second before rubbing at your temples for a bit. “No, I- ..*sigh* I’m so sorry Katsuki.”

“Uh..no..I-..I guess that was my fault. I’m sorry I just...”

“Ugh..no. Katsuki it’s not that.”

“I just thought you..felt the same way,” he said as he sat back and rubbed the back of his neck.

“No, Katsuki I do, really, it’s just...”

“So then..why’d you stop?” He asked as he looked at you with a nervous and awkward smile.

“Katsuki..you’re married. I’m sorry, I really like you but..I just can’t bring myself to come onto someone who is already in a relationship.” You explained.

‘Wow. She really is a perfect person,’ Bakugou thought to himself. “Y/N, if that’s the problem then don’t worry about it. I don’t even love Leiko, much less like that bitch.” Bakugou moved in to wrap his arm around your waist but you pushed it away.

“So then why are you still with her?” You asked. Katsuki smirked at your words and laughed a little.

“S’a good question,” he said. Right after those words left his mouth, keys could be heard opening the door and in came the bitch herself.

“What’s a good question?” Leiko said as she looked around. She took notice of yours and Katsuki’s presence on the couch, along with the bottle of wine and empty, used glasses. “Well? Is somebody going to explain? What was the question?” Leiko asked as she walked into the house, closing the front door.

Bakugou smiled at you with full eye contact before standing up and facing his wife. “Why am I still with you?”

Leiko raised a brow at the question and her anger began to boil. “What?” She sternly asked.

“Why am I still with you? I don’t love you, I don’t like you, I only stayed with you because we had Katsuo, our child which you don’t even love. In fact, the only thing you do love is my money, or more so, money in general, and yourself. You’re a conceited ass bitch who’s just taking up space in my life. You’re suffocating Katsuo and I by just existing and you’re holding the title of my wife, a title that Y/N should have. So why the fuck am I still with you?” Bakugou said with a stern voice.

“You-...You’re with me because I’m the mother of your child.” Leiko said with hesitation in her voice.

“Are you? Because you’re never around to be a mother for him. Katsuo doesn’t even care whether you’re here or not. Your presence in the house doesn’t make a damn difference. If anything, Y/N’s more of a mother to Katsuo than you.” Bakugou replied.

You grew uncomfortable with the situation and made an attempt to leave. “Umm..I think I should go-“

“No,” Bakugou began. “You’re staying. I want you to see this thing through to the end, beautiful.”

“Beautiful?! The only woman you should be calling beautiful is your wife Katsuki!” Leiko complained. “Not that slut!”

Now you were a uncomfortable but you were not no slut and you definitely didn’t take shit from nobody. “Excuse me?” You said with attitude but before you could continue, Bakugou intervened.

“Call her a slut again and I’ll blow your ass to bits. Let’s not forget, you had the title of a whore before being called my wife.” Bakugou said with the intent to cause pain.

“Well I may have been a whore but at least I never cheated, which is what I’m sure you were planning on doing with her if I hadn’t come home.” Leiko said.

“You’re damn right I was! Lucky for you, Y/N’s a good person so nothing actually went down but if she gave me the chance, please fucking believe I’d take it in a heartbeat. Matter of fact, if she gave me the chance to wife her up and make her Katsuo’s new mom I’d do that in a heartbeat too.” Bakugou said while looking at you. You felt your heart speed up a little due to his confession but you turned your head to the side to hide your growing blush. Bakugou smirked at the sight before Leiko interrupted.

“What the hell are you trying to say?!” Leiko asked with anger.

“I’m saying I don’t love or like you and I never did! And after 2 years of getting to know Y/N after falling for her at first sight, I can finally fucking say that I’m in love with somebody and it’s her!” Bakugou turned to face you as his wife’s jaw dropped. “Y/N, I’m fucking in love with you. Alright? I have been for the past 2 years already, ever since I met you. And to the bitch behind me,” Bakugou said and turned to face Leiko. “If it wasn’t already obvious, we’re getting a divorce.”

Leiko was fuming as her face grew red with anger. She began laughing in disbelief. “Hah, fine! Fine whatever! Like I give a fuck! Y/N you can have him and the damn kid! I never wanted him anyway! The damn brat just gave me an excuse to keep Bakugou’s fat wallet around. But when you come crawling back, don’t expect me to say yes Katsuki!”

“Well don’t expect me to come crawling back, ‘cause if I’m able to get Y/N to give me a chance, then I won’t be needing anyone else except for her and my son. You can get the fuck out now. I’ll send you your shit and the divorce papers to wherever the fuck you decide to stay.” Bakugou said as he gestured to the door. Leiko screamed some more nonsense that nobody payed attention to and finally walked out the door and slammed it shut.

Silence rang throughout the house for a few minutes after the official split between the toxic couple. Bakugou turned to face you with a small smile as he stood infront of you.

“Well?” He asked.

“Heh, well what?” You asked with a laugh.

“I uh..heh, it wasn’t the way I wanted to tell you but I got my confession out...” Bakugou took a seat next to you and took hold of your hand. He brought it up to his lips, placing a peck to your knuckles before speaking. “..I love you Y/N. I know I do..and I know this might be a bad time to ask considering what just went down-“

“Uh, yeah. A really bad time,” you said with a little giggle.

“Right but umm..do you...how do you feel about me?” He asked with a nervous pulse beating throughout his body. He had to know. Do you love him just for his looks? Did you just want to fuck? Did you actually feel something towards him?

You smiled before using your other hand to grab hold of Katsuki’s shoulder and pulled him in for a sweet kiss. Katsuki’s body jumped in excitement but his hands were quick to hold onto your waist. This kiss was sweet and loving and lasted for some time before you pulled back. You smiled at the blonde as he looked at you with anticipating eyes.

“I love you too Katsuki.” Before you could even process anything, Katsuki had already pounced on you and pinned you to the couch in a hug. He had his arms wrapped around your waist as he tucked his head in the crevasse of your neck.

“God, I’ve been waiting years to hear you say those words.” Bakugou said before he began covering your face in thousands of loving kissed. You giggled at the ticklish and loving feeling and just smiled as you allowed Katsuki to show you his love.

—

Time passed and you and Katsuki stayed cuddled up on the couch. Nothing sexual, nothing nasty, just pure love induced cuddle time. Eventually, the late hours of the night exposed themselves and so you had to go.

“Katsuki, get up,” you said in a soft voice.

“No.” You laughed at his quick reply and began to push at his body to get him off.

“C’mon Katsuki seriously. I have to go home!” You said with another laugh.

“No. Katsuo and I are your new home.” He said, making his body become dead weight to stop you from going.

“Oof! Katsuki!! C’mon!” You whined out with a chuckle. Katsuki laughed with you but you kept trying. “You both are my new home, but my old home has comfy pjs for me to sleep in.”

“I can give you one of my shirts to sleep in. You’d look so amazing in them, princess.” He said with a smile as he imagined how you’d look prancing around in his clothes. It wasn’t the first time he thought about it but just knowing it was so close to becoming true sent butterflies all over his body.

“C’mon Katsuki. You already made me miss my class, the least you could do is let me go back to my apartment.” You said. Bakugou raised his head to look at you with a grin plastered on his face.

“You stayed on your own free will. S’not my fault you love talking to me. Let’s not forget what happened after our long talk too,” Bakugou said, hinting at your scandalous acts with him before you stopped anything else from happening. You rolled your eyes at his words before he spoke up again. “Matter of fact, maybe we should pick up where we left off,” he said and began kissing your cheek.

“Noooo, Katsuki, seriously. I’m tired, I just want to sleep.” You said with a smile.

“So sleep here,” he bargained. You looked at him with a raised brow, silently asking him to go on. “I was serious about having you stay over. You can sleep in my shirt and we can both fall asleep in the guest room.”

“Both of us in the guest room?” You questioned.

“Yeah. I’d let you sleep in my room but I’m not letting that bitch’s leftover presence contaminate you.” You laughed at his insults but allowed him to continue. “And yes both of us. I’m not going to sleep without my princess in my arms.”

You couldn’t lie, the sound of falling asleep in Katsuki’s arms in his clothes was pretty tempting. After taking a look at Katsuki and seeing the same puppy eyes that Katsuo was able to persuade you with, you gave in.

“Fine.”

“Yes!” Bakugou said with a fist in the air as he cuddled in closer.

—

Bakugou finally let you go and allowed you to take a shower. While you were in there, he took a quick drive to the corner store and bought some compression shorts for you. When he returned he left one of his shirts and a pair of the compression shorts for you on the guest bed as he went to get ready for bed in his own room. You walked into the guest room and saw the shorts and shirt and put them on. You looked in the mirror and noticed the shorts weren’t even noticeable considering their tiny length and the large size of Katsuki’s shirt. While staring at yourself, Katsuki walked in wearing nothing but gray sweats. He took a glance at you and was drooling over your body in his clothes.

“...Wow,” he whispered but you heard. You turned to face him and smiled. You walked to him and wrapped you arms around his neck.

“Hey Suki, ready for bed?” You said. Bakugou smiled at the new name as a small blush dusted over his cheeks.

“Suki?”

“New name for you. Like it?” You asked.

“Love it.” He said and pecked your lips before picking you up and carrying you to the bed. He dropped you onto the soft mattress and flopped on top of you. You both laughed a little before getting under the blankets and cuddling up against each other again.

Time passed and Katsuki felt at peace finally with you in his arms. Like the missing part of him was finally filled in. You were so happy and felt so loved in the safety of his arms. Staying the night was definitely worth it.

“I’m so glad Y/N. I love you so much and I’ve wanted you for so long.” He said with your head tucked under his chin. You smiled at his words and nuzzled into his chest.

“Well congrats Katsuki. ‘Cause now, you have me.” Katsuki kissed the crown of your head before falling asleep. And when he woke up that morning to find you in the kitchen with Katsuo on your hip as you made breakfast, he smiled with a full heart as he walked to you both and remembered your words.

“You have me.”

A/N: Hey y’all, for a better experience with the story, I do recommend clicking the link where Y/N sang to Katsuo. I put two links in the story. The heels class and Y/N’s singing, (which is from Rio 2, Jewel’s lullaby) Don’t judge me, that’s the best lullaby ever😂 If you don’t know what a heels class is in dancing, it is basically...dancing with heels😂 Umm...yeah. THE ENDING IS SO RUSHED, IM SO SORRY!

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Random DST lore ideas

Basically just a myriad of thoughts and connections I made. One day I'll actually make a post/series of posts with a more well thought out timeline theory complete with images and in depth explanations but until then I'll make this less organized post where I just dump all my ideas! Enjoy ✌

Okay a quick one about Wanda. Her short doesn't tell us how she has time powers, but piecing together from her quotes, she seems to have made a deal in order to get them. Now, the thing is her deal was unlike the one of say, Wigfrid or Wilson. She didn't make it with Maxwell surely as they don't recognize eachother. We know it's someone allied with the shadows/Them rather than Alter (moon). So she probably had a deal with Them... just completely separate from Maxwell? Or she got her power like Maxwell and her tampering is also letting shadow creatures in the real world like the Codex Umbra. This isn't too big, Wanda isn't a lore relevant character, but I really like her so she gets a spot :3

This one is probably already known, but in the Walter short we can see a PR 76 in Woodies cabin. This means Woodie also made a deal with Maxwell. He probably either wanted his curse gone or Lucy back or something.

This seems pretty important. WX doesn't recognize the divining rod. This is important because it is literally a Voxola radio. Winona recognizes it. Okay, so what? Wagstaff simply made the radio after the whole WX fiasco, so after the were thrown in the Constant. But the problem is ... PR 76 , ML 77 (the gramophone), WX 78. Logically, the radio was made first, then the gramophone and THEN WX. So the radio would have ALREADY been made when WX was still around and working with Wagstaff. So this either means Wagstaff didn't tell them (which doesn't make a lot of sense? He has no reason to keep the radio of all things a secret. WX knew about the portal for Pete's sake) or Wagstaff... named his inventions in reverse order. Somehow. Which I wouldn't put past him. (Also he stops using that naming convince with his other invitations like thumper and goggles. Interesting.) Anyway this makes the Wagstaff timeline even more complicated than it already is. Yay.

Webbers dad has an alchemy engine, we know this. But he also has a pair of spectogoggles or whatever they're called. Another Wagstaff invention. Not lore relevant necessarily it just shows Wagstaff and dad were probably working for a longer time (also dont come at me with the they're related theory. Please. Those types of theories piss me off because they bring absolutely nothing substantial to the table. Also Webber would recognize Wagstaff is he were a relative.) Either that or Wagstaff is fucking Webbers dad and forgetting his shit in the guys home oops/j

CHARLIE AND MAXWELL ARE NOT METHEUS AND CYCLUM. That theory sucks and makes the potential lore of the Constant suck. They can be symbolic parallels but they're not eachother LITERALLY. Charlie and Maxwell were normal ass people before the Codex was found. I rest my case.

Charlie is trying to take over the Constant. That's her endgame. She already has the Shadow Throne powers, she only needs to take out Alter now. That's what she is doing in Axiom Visus. Trying to channel the power of the moon trough the tragic torch. Go girl fuck it up I guess

Some shit happened to Wagstaff. Like some crazy shit. Look at him in the WX short. His very... reserved. And worried. And doesn't look all that happy when he sees the consciousness transfer worked. Also he is clearly younger. He opposes WX because he is afraid of what problems their pursuit of innovation will bring. Ie the consequences of technological advances. Now look at Wagstaff in DS. The guy is insane. He is just so amazed by everything, he is fascinated when he gets attacked by Charlie, he wants to get on the Shadow Throne, he wants to bring the shadow magic to the real world for "military applications". That would absolutely bring consequences with it. Girl its 1920s they would start a fucking WAR. And he already showed being okay with transfering stuff from the Constant to the real world (see Webber short). The 2 Wagstaffs are very different. Something must have happened that made him change his mind so drastically. Klei give the old man a proper backstory I'm SO CURIOUS!!!

Wagstaff has a poster of a terrorbeak (probably an old ad for Maxwells show) in the portal room which is presumably his office (see Winona short). This could probably link him to Maxwell. Maxwells quotes for the moon storm DST event and his usage of Voxola products for access to the outside seem to show the 2 are closer than we thought.

The Forge and Gorge events may be inspired by 2 of the horsemen of the apocalypse War and Famine. This means that Pestilence and Death similar events could exist. Not a theory just a neat idea.

That's all for now! I swear one day I'll organize these. Feel free to make completions or suggestions or whatever! I need someone to nerd over this with >_<