#but wow i hope i dont hear that again very loud at random against my will while in pain

[noisemachinedotcom]

today i heard a cover of billie jean at my job that was so bad that it made me say "oh my god" out loud

[wavbleu]

Rodrick heffley: Keep quiet

tw: possession and degrading

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"I cant believe she would do that to you!" you say with a short giggle, you look at Rodricks adorable face and my smile grew bigger knowing that the only time hes genuinely happy and laughing is around you. "I was so totally shocked when she bit me, my dick hurt for like the following week." He stroked his fingers through his semi-short hair and continued on his painful story on how he lost his virginity.

You and Rodrick have been talking for 2 and a half months now, you and him have an extreme connection despite the fact that you are totally opposite. You like to wear softer colored clothes and get good grades in school, and Rodrick well... doesn't. He doesn't give a shit what people think or say about him and just goes the way he wants to, Thats what you've always adored him, you were jealous of that.

Sometimes  you question how your friends with a guy as corrupted as him.

But when ever you converse the words just spill out of you, it actually feels like hes engaged and actually willing to hear more and learn about you. You've never experienced anything like that before. Speaking that most of your exes just used you for sex.

Whenever your around Rodrick, you feel like yourself. What ever you are scared to be in front of everyone else you show it to him and he strangely accepts it. Obviously, you would even consider him your best friend or 'pal' But lately ... the way he touches you isnt very 'pal-like' . Although it may seem like something small, he would massage your knee and work his way down your smooth thigh, stopping right before he reaches your inner thigh; slowly massaging that area and leaves you wanting more of him.

It could be when your hugging and he lowers his hands from your waist to your hips.. Stuff like that may not seem large but it speaks louder and clear that theres sexual tension in the air.

Rodrick finished up his tragic v card story and you both giggled, Rodrick then abruptly stopped laughing and his once loud laugh turned into a snarky smile. "What's with the smirk." you say smiling nervously not knowing what he will do.

"Are you a virgin?" He says, "Nah." You respond back to him. "Ive only had sex with 2 people though."

Yea you weren't a virgin (at all) but man when you had sex it was just beyond awful, terrible. Butterflies grew in your stomach as you watched him bite his cheek in amazement.

"Wow, Little miss Y/N getting freaky in the sheets." he teased, you droopily looked down at your swinging feet hanging off your bed and sighed before admitting, "Well it wasn't exactly good.. if fact it was absolutely dreadful." , "Well i wanna hear this to see if its just as bad as mines."

You adjusted yourself to lean against the white headboard, looking at Rodrick who was seated at the end of the bed. You wrapped your arms around your pillow and started reminiscing on how you lost your virginity at the ripe old age of 17.

"Well it was a party that was at some random guys house.. gee I dont even remember his name... I think it was like tony or something like that.","We were in this small group with other people in our grade, we were bored so we decided to play 7 minutes in heaven.." , "and it was my turn to spin the bottle, sadly."...

flashback

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(skip if you dont like the extra length.)

You anxiously spun the bottle, hoping that it would stop on your crush, Luke Hannington.  The bottle spun and everyone watched in awe.

You felt your heart drop to your stomach as the bottle started to decelerate and fixate on a person.. tense but hopeful , you look up at the person the bottle focused on.

Luke.

You tried to hold back your sheer excitement and joyfulness, but it quickly came to a halt after seeing your crushes nonchalant, monotone, bored face. 'He was probably hoping for someone hotter' you think yourself pathetically.

Everyone sneakily snickered and whispered in each others ears after seeing his disappointed face and disgusted eyes.

You felt like bursting into tears after feeling the way you did. You felt hideous.

"So ill set the timer, the closet is on your left sweetie."  The host said, obviously trying to hold back her sneaky remarks until you get in the closet.

He quickly gets up and speed walks to the closet, you followed, fondling your fingers and biting the skin off your lip.

You got to the closet, atleast he was sweet enough to hold the door open for you.

You sat down on the carpeted floor, hassling all the jackets and coats off of you. Luke frantically searched for the light so we can actually see in this closet and took a seat after.

He closed the door and minutes later you heard it lock from the otherside, "Begin, lovebirds!"

The only thing that began was the pure awkwardness and his uncomfortable glances. "So um.." You tried to start a convo but failed at it miserably, nothing you were doing was working, he would always give this stupid uncomfy look or mess with his collar. You were milliseconds away from kicking the door down and leaving this stupid party.

"Im sorry." he said noticing your frustration, "I dont think your ugly or anything.", "Ive had sex before, but not with strangers."

Stranger. Neat.

Tension arosed in the closet after he asked out of no where, "Have you ever been fingered before?" ,"I think im a pro if i say so myself."

You nodded your head no, "Im a virgin..","Ive always wanted to though.." You tried to say seductively hoping to make him hard.  "Open your legs." He sternly demanded, you obeyed and did just that.

He pulled off your cotton panties and felt you up and down, then awkwardly slid a finger in. You gasp surprised, hoping he would've given more foreplay. "Um.." You moan as he fingered you in an accelerating pace , rubbing your left lip thinking it was your clit.

You felt second hand embarrassment for him, Luke Hannington doesn't know where the clitoris is?

You were drying out and getting turned off by his loud grunts and heavy breathing, actually thinking he was doing something. "Somebody lied to this man.." You said in your head. "No way do i actually have to fake an orgasm for this psychopath to stop."

You prepped yourself and tried replicate the girls off of pornhub, "Oh yes!" you moaned as you shook your legs frantically, a smile grew upon his face as he went faster. "Im gonna-" You dramatically puff your chest up faking an intense orgasm.

He stopped and swiped the sweat off of his forehead, "Good right?" , "Great, i bet you i wont  even be able walk straight!" You moan, you cheesily snapped your fingers and giving him finger guns to throw him off your awful acting.  The timers alarm rung, "Finally." You thought to yourself.

You stood up and walked out of the closet just fine.

You got back to the group who were snickering and giggling like a bunch of pre-schoolers.

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end of flashback

"Bad but not as bad as mines." He chuckled competitively, "Whatever." You threw a pillow at him. "Ive been cursed with the spell "awful sex." ever since that night." You dramatically say, "Is that so?" , "No guy has been capable of making you cum.. making you scream?" His voice lowered, looking into your eyes with a hot confused look.

"Yea pretty much." You sneakily adjust your skirt so he can see your soft thighs and a sliver of your panties. The room went silent as he looked you up and down, examining your body and its crevices , he licked his lips struggling to control the urge to squish and carress your thighs. He quickly looked down hoping you didnt notice how long he was staring at your body, so hungrily.

"Hey um.. y/n" He said scooting closer to you.

Your breath became heavy and palms began to sweat as you watched him scoot in closer.

"Have you been feeling it too?" his soft deep voice lowering into a erotic whispering tone. "F-feeling what?" You stumble trying to think straight, his eyes were fixated on your lips, he wanted them badly.

"You know.." "The tension?" He slowly rubs your thigh with his huge hands, maneuvering them up your skirt but stopping right before he hit, you know what. You hated that. You nod slowly to his question.

"You told me you never came before?" He questioned, "No.. never." You responded back. He put a stray hair behind your ear, then smoothly rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip.

"Can i be your first?"

You nod needily.

Biting your lip before going in for a deep passionate kiss. He wrapped his hand around your waist , scooting you up onto his lap. His hands adventured up your skirt again , grabbing your ass and slapping it. You gasp at the loud sound it made.

"My parents are home Rodrick!" You whisper yelled pulling away from the kiss.

Rodrick continued kissing your neck and ear, gripping your firm ass cheek, not giving a fuck about what anyone says. Like usual.

"Baby i truly don't give a shit, just keep it down." He sternly said.

"Mmm ok.." You moan and roll your head back as he made out with that sweet spot on your neck.

He roughly pinned you down and kissed you more this time exchanging tongue. He pulled away from the compelling kiss leaving a small train of spit

He pulled your panties off smoothly and stared at the sight to see. "Have you ever been fingered before?" He jokingly teased giving a little lightheart to this hot and spicy situation.

He trailed his hands up and down your wet pussy, looking for that spot.

When he finally got his hands on it you let out a small gaspy squeal, "Its right here?" You nod, breath getting faster.

"Yes daddy right there please~" You cry out, "Daddy?" He smirks, He slowly rubs his fingers around your clit. "Im your daddy now?" Rodrick bites his lip, "Then i guess your my little slut then."

"Are you my little slut?"  He asks you, he picks up his pace sending a small tingle down your spine, he giggled mischievously knowing that its gonna be hard for you to respond. You try to catch your breath but moans and shrieks keep cutting your words off.

"Are you my little.. slut?" He slipped in two fingers and fucked your tight hole and worked your g-spot, so much to a point where you had to grasp one of your plushies to keep from screaming. "Alright I guess ill have to make you say yes."

Your eyes roll back as you felt his mouth attach to your clit, swirling his tongue all around your sensitive clit. For the first time you actually wanted to cum..

"I think im gonna-" You bite into a pillow to cover the loud noise you were gonna let out.

Right before you were about to have an intense orgasm, he stopped. Edging you and all your senses. You whined like a little bitch.

"Shut the fuck up." He said unbuckling his pants, "Your gonna take this dick and your gonna like it, alright? alright." He said stroking his rock hard twitching dick before aggressively sliding in.

"My parents- ah-" , " I swear if you mention your parents one more time im gonna throat fuck you."  He said in a pissed off tone.

He threw your legs over his shoulders and slid a pillow under you.  Rodrick continued to fuck up into you, hitting that one spot again, and again, and again; and just to torture you, he rubbed your clit you were experiencing bliss, euphoria.

Rodrick swiftly took your legs off his shoulder and spread them wide open so he could get a deeper fuck, "stupid slut your legs are trembling." , "You really like me fucking you hard, hitting that spot just perfectly even when your parents are just sitting in their room ; feet away? " ,"Now when i ask this again, i want a response."

"are you my little slut?" He whispered into your ears, you moaned loudly and threw your head back, "Yes!", "Yes daddy, im your slut." ," I want your parents to fucking hear." He looked you deep in the eyes waiting for your response.

"Yes daddy im your slut.." You moaned loudly.

He grasped on your waist and pounded deep into you, the claps of your skin, the loud moans, at that point you forgot you even HAD parents.

He kept fucking into your tight cunt relentlessly, hitting every single spot perfectly. Humanly impossible.

"Cum whore i know you wanna." Rodrick says, you open your mouth but no moans come out.. that was it . You were actually gonna cum... Your legs began to shake and tumble ,  it felt like a large sneeze but in your stomach. "Im gonna-" You could barely get out.

You released yourself onto his cock, "Fucking hell." He said as he couldn't bare to last any longer. He pulled out of you and came onto your tired cunt.

"Damn baby." He groaned putting his softening dick away. "was it good?" He hopefully said, "It was amazing." You responded back excitedly.

That stupid curse is gone, yay!

Everything was good until you heard loud footsteps seconds away from your door.

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Authors note:

This is a pretty long story but i actually enjoyed writing these ones, rodrick was my first story on this book (and my most popular) so you know i had to do the mf again🙄 pegging and femboy kink coming soon⚠️

[klaus-is-the-real-number-1]

I Wanna Be Adored (number 5 x reader)

A/N: wowe surprise its a five fic!!!!! anyways i was having major writers block on a different fic n got this idea,, just some cute fluffy five post apocalypse after they saved the world but dont travel back n everything’s good in the world :) also yet again teen five like 16 :)

Context: After the the Hargreeves saved the world from the apocalypse, Five still hadn’t recovered from his years living alone. He never slept well so always drowned himself in coffee to keep energised, until he met you.

Words: 1247

Froth swirled in the untouched cup of black coffee, looking like a hurricane coming over to attack. You heard Five sigh, placing his mug of now cold coffee onto your side table, you glance over at Five. He was sat with his back against the wall with his head tilted back, exposing his adams apple and the pale skin of his neck, his eyes lazily scanned the softly lit room, he appreciated the neatness and the calm it radiated. The room in question, your room, had cream coloured walls with random drapes of fairy lights and burst of pictures and posters, it was homely, just stepping into the room felt like the weight was lifted from Fives shoulders and replaced with a warm blanket. Not too mention the atmosphere was just right, music softly playing in the background and not to mention a more than welcoming bed, the softest bed Five had ever laid down on.

“When you asked me to come over I didn’t think you’d be doing your work.” he whined, flattening out the sheets next to him with his hands. “I though we we’re gonna, you know? Cuddle and sleep like we always do.” He says with slight annoyance, looking at you with puppy dog eyes. “Y/N.” He dragged out the last syllable of your name.

You finish the final part of your work, making sure to lay your pen down with enough force to make a small noise as it makes contact with the word filled paper. “Ok so I’m sure you invited yourself here and you know I’ve got to finish my work on Friday nights so I get a free weekend.” You watch as his shoulders sink and he puts on his best pouty face. You just could’t keep a straight face watching him put this act on for some attention, a smirk came over Fives face full well knowing that he’d won you over. 

Making your way over to him on your bed, you gently kiss the side of his neck and pull him down onto your bed, your limbs were intwined and you get comfy; you both sink down into the comfort of the bed, hearing him sigh with content, you smile, wondering how you got so lucky.

In the background, I Wanna Be Adored by the Stone Roses came on, you softly hummed the tune, aimlessly drawing patterns on Fives hands that were wrapped round your waist, he sunk his head into the crook or your neck, feeling his soft breaths against the base of your neck, slow and calm. Five slowly loosened his grip as he drifted off to sleep, holding you in his arms.

‘I wanna, I wanna, I wanna be adored. I wanna, I wanna, I wanna be adored. You adore me’ You smile at the lyrics of the song, running a hand through Fives hair, letting the promising drowsiness of sleep take over your body, putting you into a trance.

The next day, you walk hand in hand with Five back to the Academy almost skipping ahead of him talking excitably about everything new you learnt that week, he would hum in agreement and swing your interlocked hands almost childlike. 

Nearing the doors of the Academy, Five turned too you. “Come inside with me?” He squeezed your hand. “We’ve got to be quite going in though, I don’t think they know I was out last night.”  

“Okay.” 

“Maybe okay can be our always.” He raised his eyebrows jokingly, you giggled, lightly hitting his arm.

“Shut up.” You say as he beams down at you, pulling you towards the door and placing a finger against his lips before gently opening the door to the Academy, he pulled you in front of him before closing the doors. 

You both quietly make your way towards the carpeted stairs attempting to avoid any hard surfaces, until the floor betrays you, creaking loudly. You looked at Five mumbling a quick ‘shit’.

 Before taking another step a voice spoke up from the other room. “Five, is that you?” Footsteps echoed throughout the empty hallways until a head popped out from around the corner. “Five, what time do you call- oh!” The mans eyes landed on you, suddenly stopping his sentence. 

“I’m Y/N, I’m a friend of Fives.” You give a warm smile, hoping to receive one back.

“Diego.” He said firmly, eyeing you up and then his eyes land on your interlocked fingers. “And I think you look a bit more than friends.” Your face went red, quickly releasing your grasp on Fives hand and placing them in your pocket. You all stood in an uncomfortable silence, you feel Five place a hand on your back.

“Thank you Diego for your observation, good to see you’re not blind. Now, if you don’t mind we’ll be going upstairs now.” He gave a shit eating grin to Diego before beginning to lead me towards the stairs.

“Not so fast, you still need to explain why you weren’t here last night. You know you can’t just run off.” You feel Five lower the hand resting on your back with a loud sigh he looks from you to Diego.

“I was at y/n’s house, I don’t think you realise how claustrophobic this house and all of you can be. It’s suffocating.” Five looks at his brother, hoping Diego would understand. 

“But you can’t jus-”

“We’re going upstairs now.” Five interrupted Diego. Grabbing your hand Five lead you upstairs quickly taking two steps at a time. 

He pulled you into his room and firmly shut the door, he embraced you, resting his head down on your shoulder. You leant into his grip, ever since you first met Five he loved any form of contact that you guys had and took any opportunity to be held or shown some affection. Pulling you onto his bed you look at the scribbles on his wall, complicated maths and physics equations constantly confused you, it always did and whenever you’d question Five about it he’d just shrug it off and call it his drunken scribblings.

“I’m sorry.” Five spoke in a soft voice. “My siblings just don’t know when to just back off sometimes.” He played with your fingers as he spoke. You smile looking down at his show of affection.

“It’s okay, I mean if my sibling didn’t come home or tell me where they’d gone I’d be pretty worried. I think it just shows how much they care about you.” He hummed in agreement, you could see where Diego was coming from being worried about Five not telling him where he was.

Five yawned loudly, stretching his arms out around you. “You know Five, since I met you I swear all you do is sleep.” You smile at him, pushing his fringe out of his eyes.

“I’m just not drinking as much coffee anymore.” He said matter-o-factly. “I used to not be able to sleep very well so I’d just drink a lot of coffee to keep myself awake but I guess I just don’t have to anymore. I’ve been sleeping really well recently when I’ve been with you.” You smile as you feel him gently press a kiss to the side of your head. You smile contently, beginning to close your eyes, his heartbeat sounding like sweet music to your ears.

“Five, do you have a girl in your room?” A distance voice was heard echoing through the academy.

“Shit.” He mumbled into your hair, you knew it was going to be a long day in the Academy.

[calucadu]

The Riots, a Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Fanfic. Chapter 2.

I hope you like my piece for the @bokunovillainbang! My amazing artist is @pinalinet! Please check them out, they’re incredibly talented as well as being an awesome person! They listened to my weird ideas and helped me come up with a decent outline for this fic.

I’ll try to have an update every two weeks!! Please look forward to it!

Summary: Bakugou’s a villain who is forced to double as a vigilante to get info on this new group of vigilantes called The Riots. Surprisingly enough, he ends up making friends with them and Bakugou finds himself falling for the leader of The Riots, a redhead with a sunshine smile.

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, sort of Ashido Mina/Sero Hanta

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Sero Hanta, Mina Ashido, Kaminari Denki, Jirou Kyouka.

Rating: Explicit

CW: NSFW, violence, drug use/abuse/addiction, alcohol use/abuse/addiction, strong language, mentions of vomit/vomiting.

First chapter // Next chapter (coming soon)

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Bakugou wakes up to his phone ringing. Annoyed, he picks up and grumbles into the device.

“I was bored.” Dabi says as a way of wishing him a good morning.

“Is that all you wanted to tell me? You just had to wake me up for that?”

“You do sound like you just woke up! Must be my lucky day.”

“What do you want, Dabi?”

“Just checking in on my best friend. Wanted to know how it went last night with those vigilante cunts. I’m hoping they didn’t turn you into one of them, but by the sound of it you’re your usual unbearable self.”

“Everything went smoothly.” He answers coolly. There’s no way he’s going to tell him that he threw up, or the conversation he had with Red Riot that sent shivers down his spine, or how it took him forever to go to sleep.

“Care to elaborate?” The man on the other line sounds more bored than interested but Bakugou sighs and goes for it.

“I met them, I chatted with them a little, and they took me to their base. Not much else happened.”

“Wooow. You know where their base is.”

“Yeah. And it’s pretty ugly.”

Dabi barely manages to stifle a snort.

“So anyway, what about you lot? Did you do anything fun last night?” The blond asks, stretching as he repositions himself on the bed.

“Apart from the attack, nothing much happened. Himiko is just as insane as always. If anything, she’s even more wild than normal. She’s feral, I swear. You better watch out: I think she’s after your job.”

“I’m so scared.” Bakugou says sarcastically, the corners of his mouth twisting into a little grin.

“You should be. She’s scary. Anyway, anything else you’d like to report?”

“Not really. I barely got to meet them last night.”

Dabi pauses slightly, his voice lower when he speaks again. “Any hot chicks?”

Bakugou’s mind already goes to the redhead he found so attractive last night. He also thinks of Jirou, and how amazing she is. “Maybe.”

“That’s definitely a yes!” Dabi snickers, before pausing. “So, what are you supposed to do when you’re a vigilante?”

“I don’t know.”

“I’m so fucking lucky it’s you that got that stupid job. And you have to like… befriend them or something? Gain their trust?”

“And you know I’m not good at that.”

“I’m well aware of your lack of social skills.”

“Got any pointers?”

“Don’t be an ass.”

“Fuck Dabi, that’s amazing, I hadn’t thought of that before.”

“Being a sarcastic cunt won’t do anything to help you out.”

“Got anything that will actually be useful?”

“Fuck all the girls and get them to tell you everything.”

Bakugou inhales deeply, trying to suppress the need to pinch the bridge of his nose in irritation. “Why’d you call me?”

“I told you already. I was bored.” Dabi mutters, sounding exactly like he’d described he is. His voice suddenly changes, like he’s remembered something. “Oh, oh yeah! We’re setting off a bunch of explosions in a bank today. We can’t have them think our mastermind bomber is on holiday, now, can we? Anyway, it’ll be at about four thirty this afternoon. You better impress those chumps.”

“Okay, will do.”

“Don’t get yourself killed.”

“Thanks for the advice.”

“Wow, you? Thanking someone? It must be my birthday.”

“It was sarcasm, you ass wipe.”

Dabi snorts into the phone, humming an odd tune afterwards. “It really isn’t the same without you.”

“Don’t get sappy with me. Oh, and stop calling me. Bye.”

“As always, it’s a pleasure to talk to you!” The other screams sarcastically so that Bakugou can hear him as he pulls the phone away from his ear to end the call.

Slumping against the wall, he drops the device onto his lap over the sheets and sinks his face into his hands, sighing.

“I’m so fucked.” He says out loud, feeling a bit sorry for himself.

A small bomb sound makes him look back down to his mobile again and he clicks on the displayed text from Dabi: ‘I take it back, I dont miss u one bit’

Snorting but feeling a little better about himself and the morning, the blond gets up and starts getting ready for the day.

 Bakugou’s ready for the explosion. He sits on a bench in his civilian clothes, listening to some music, waiting for the magic to happen. His heart is beating in his chest, and he’s excited. He doesn’t even know why he is; the previous night he was horrified, and kind of scared. Now he wants to go back out there, wants to save people and wants to see them. Okay, not them, maybe only just him.

Blushing, the blond kicks a random pebble. He does not want to think that. It’s stupid and it’s ridiculous. This isn’t who he really is; this job has fucked with him. Maybe he should call his boss and tell him he doesn’t want to do it. But he knows he’d be punished for deserting a task, and… to be honest, he’s grown to like it.

What an idiot he is, he thinks. It’s only been a day and he’s already expecting to be with them every day or something? He’s looking forward to meeting them. He’s stupid for thinking all of this.

He was better off as a villain.

He was better off not having met them.

Clenching his teeth, tears threaten to fall down his cheeks, so he turns the volume up and tries to concentrate on the music.

A loud boom in the distance and the earth shaking under his feet snap him back into attention.

He’s got a mission to fulfil.

He runs to the bank where he knows they attacked. He takes his clothes off since he’s got his costume on underneath. He’s been painfully aware of it ever since he put it on due to the perspiration sticking it to his skin.

Bakugou’s happy to see they’re there before him. He spots Black Riot running, so the blond looks around to see if he can find the others. His heart does a little leap when his eyes fall on the redhead.

He’s huge. Fuck, he’s buff. He’s got a wide back and big shoulders and Bakugou thinks he looks hot even from behind. He gawks at him for a few seconds, watching how stern he seems as he’s saving people and helping the injured. He still smiles at them, but the blond can tell he’s worried and working hard to keep himself composed for them.

“Hey.” A female voice from behind him forces him to turn his attention away from him. Jirou’s looking at him with a knowing grin on her face, her eyebrows raised. “You come here to save people or what?”

“Shut up!” He snarls, turning away from her and running off.

“It’s good to see you here though!” She calls back. He shrugs his shoulders at her but he’s not sure she saw.

Bakugou tries to stay away from The Riots as he runs around saving people. Pink Riot does hug him when she spots him, but he pulls back, annoyed. She laughs and tells him to work hard.

The blond especially avoids Red Riot. He’s not sure why but looking at the man makes his chest feel funny. He needs to keep himself composed so he can think, and for some reason it’s hard for him to do it when the other’s around.

  “I’m so happy to see you again!” Red Riot nearly screams, pulling Bakugou into a tight hug he thoroughly enjoys.

“Get off of me!” He mutters, pulling back but not using all of his strength to do so.

The redhead chuckles warmly but lets him go, taking a step back to admire him.

“I didn’t get to see your outfit last night, with it being so dark and all. I like it. Is it meant to mean something?”

“Fuck if I know.” Bakugou mutters, turning his gaze downwards.

Another laugh erupts from Red Riot and the blond blushes uncontrollably. When he looks up he finds Pink Riot staring at him quizzically, a small smile on her face.

“Anyway, let’s get going!” The redhead smiles warmly at them. “The police will be here any moment now and you know they don’t like us very much.”

Bakugou mutters something under his breath, frowning. He turns and starts walking away when Red Riot calls for him. “Hey, Ground Zero!” He’s smiling when the blond looks up at him. “Wanna come back to our base again? It must be lonely being all by yourself.”

He closes his eyes and inhales, slowly readying himself. “I ain’t fucking lonely.” He snarls in a hushed voice, only raising it so they can hear the rest of his sentence. “But fine, yeah, I’ll go with you or whatever.”

“Great!” The redhead beams at him, shooting another one of those pain-inducing smiles of his.

Why does his heart feel like this whenever he looks at him?

“Hey, wait a minute.” Yellow Riot mutters, his eyes narrowing. “Can we talk, please?” He turns to give Bakugou a quick dissatisfied glance before gesturing for the others to huddle together. He stresses this last word as he eyes the other blond. “Privately.”

Red Riot looks at his friend with a worried expression on his face before addressing him, looking apologetic. “Would you excuse us for a moment, please?” He asks Bakugou, who shrugs his shoulders and walks away so they can have their little meeting.

He hears a few raised voices, but he can’t understand what they’re saying. They look at him from time to time, and the blond does his best to not frown at them. His tummy is twisting and turning, and he feels strange. After a few minutes, the redhead turns around and smiles at him.

“We’d love for you to accompany us to our base. It’s like our home to us, so we hope you feel comfortable too.”

“Sure.” Is all he can say.

“Let’s get going, then.” Black Riot mutters, eyeing Bakugou suspiciously. “C’mon, this way.”

He hears a tongue click but he decides to ignore it as he follows the redhead.

They hurry into a street and start walking in a line. They don’t speak as they hurry down empty side roads. They always make sure they’re deserted or mostly so.

Once they’re so far away that the distant sounds of the ambulances and sirens can barely be heard, they go back into walking in pairs of threes. Pink Riot approaches Bakugou, a cocky smile on her face. She greets him and tells him he did a good job. He agrees, frowning.

“You know, I’ve got you figured out.” She then says, smug. Bakugou’s heart starts beating hard and his tummy twists and knots.

“Yeah?” He grunts, trying to sound bored instead of terrified and alert. If she really is onto him, he’ll have no choice but to kill them, right there and then. He’s not sure he can fight one on one against all of them. He can easily beat Yellow Riot and maybe even Jirou, but he’s not sure about the other three. If they team up against him he doesn’t stand a chance. This could be it. He gulps, waiting for her to expose him.

“You’re like me.”

Bakugou pauses, feeling all his nerves dissipate. He breathes in and scoffs at her, but it turns into an actual laugh halfway through. There’s no way this chirpy pink haired ball of energy is a villain like he is.

“Well, maybe only in this sense.” She says, smiling with him. “You’re doing it for someone.”

“I am now, huh?”

“So, who’re you doing it for?”

He’s almost tempted to tell her that wouldn’t she wanna know but he stops himself.

“Who’re you doing it for?” He asks, turning his intense gaze to her.

“Red Riot of course. We’re childhood friends. He thought of this years ago, and when he gets an idea into his head he won’t let go until he either succeeds or it kills him. And I long ago decided that I’d do everything for him, sooooo… Here we are.”

Bakugou scoffs at her. “That’s a stupid thing to do. Why’d you decide to do everything for him?”

“Because we’re friends. And because he’s amazing. Plus, he does the same for me. So, who’re you doing it for? A giiiirl?” She says the last part with a smug grin on her face, intoning that last question.

“Fuck no!”

“Oh, a boy, huh.”

“I ain’t doing it for anyone, fuck off!”

“Rude!” She screams, but her tone doesn’t match her expression. She looks amused, her lip twisting upwards just slightly. “Do you always talk like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you’ve got a stick up your arse.”

Bakugou almost does a double take. He pauses to stare into her wide, cheeky grin, her head slightly cocked to the side. “Do you have a death wish?” He asks her, his brow furrowing.

“I can almost smell the bravado.” She remarks, his smile growing wider. “I mean, it’s kinda cute. Y’know, the tough guy act you put on.”

“It’s not an act!” He snarls, his teeth clenching menacingly. Hopefully she’ll get the message.

Pink Riot doesn’t seem at all fazed by his intimidation and instead wiggles her fingers to wave him goodbye before skipping ahead. She goes back to Red Riot’s side, slinging her arm around his shoulders and leaning in to whisper something in his ear. He helps by crouching slightly to hear her better. He then laughs, quickly looking back at the flustered blond, who is trying his hardest not to seethe.

The rest of the walk goes by in silence. Pink Riot doesn’t leave Red Riot’s side, but they seem to have stopped talking about him.

It doesn’t take them long to reach their base. Bakugou’s almost sure he has the route memorised by now. With a few more days of coming and going, he’s positive he could determine where it is on a map for the other villains.

The redhead gestures at Bakugou to follow him inside, and he takes him to what he thought was a bathroom. It turns out to be more of a changing room. The man gives him a small tour by gesturing at the locker rooms and showers.

“You can use these if you want.” He smiles at him.

“I don’t have my clothes on me.” Bakugou responds automatically, his eyes wandering to the lockers and benches. It’s surprisingly like a gym. It smells clean, though. That’s the only difference, probably.

“I’ve got some spare clothes. Do you want those? You’ve got to be careful, you can’t wear that suit out or they might arrest you. Since yesterday was your first day… we weren’t sure you’d come back.”

“Fucking of course I’d come back.” Bakugou mutters, his gaze on the floor as he thinks of the possibility of wearing Red Riot’s clothes. They’d look a bit big on him, maybe a tiny bit ridiculous, but the idea of them sharing a fabric that’s been on that man’s skin doesn’t repulse him. If anything, it makes his heart beat faster. For some absurd reason. He blushes as he nods his head and whispers. “Yeah, I’d appreciate it if you could lend me some clothes.”

Chuckling warmly, Red Riot walks over to what Bakugou supposes is his locker and opens it with a simple combination. He gets out a few pieces of clothing, smells a shirt and hands it over to the blond. He does the same with a pair of trousers and smiles at him. “I hope they fit.”

“Yeah.” Is all Bakugou can answer. He had something witty to retort, but when he was given the soft clothes he kind of forgot how to speak.

‘What is wrong with me!?’ He screams at himself inside of his head, fidgeting. He’s about to ask where the toilets are when he notices Red Riot’s taking his shirt off.

Bakugou makes a noise similar to a screech as his eyes fall on defined pecs and abs.

“Oh.” The redhead says, looking at him with surprise. “I wouldn’t have pegged you as a prude. I’m sorry for-”

But he gets cut off by Bakugou’s quick scoff. “I’m not a prude. You just surprised me, is all. Are all you fuckers like this? Like, do you change together?”

“Uhm… yeah?” Red Riot answers, his eyebrows high. “Is it weird?”

“Even the girls?”

“Yeah!”

“And they’re okay with it?” Bakugou asks, perplexed.

“We’ve known each other for ages. We’re super comfortable with each other. I trust them with my life, of course they can see me naked. Not that they do anyway, we all just keep to ourselves when changing.”

“Are… are they gonna come in now?”

Red Riot shakes his head. “Nah, they’re going to let you change first.” He turns back to his locker and takes his trousers off, peeling the horrible red suit off of his skin. He quickly puts a tracksuit on and looks at Bakugou, chuckling. “Oh, you’re going to see me without my mask!”

The blond’s heart does not start thumping enthusiastically.

The redhead offers him a smile before he takes the mask off, and Bakugou finally gets to see this man’s perfect face. His eyebrows are pretty, his nose is small and cute, and every part of him is outstandingly beautiful. Even the scar over his right eye is lovely.

“I kind of want to look at you now.” Red Riot whispers, taking a step closer. Bakugou’s heart’s already beating as fast as it can; if the redhead gets any closer he might actually die.

With trembling fingers, the blond removes his mask, closing his eyes gently as the material goes over them. When he opens them again, he sees Red Riot looking at him with a soft smile on his face.

“You’re pretty.” He mutters, making the blond’s cheeks heat up.

“What the fuck!? No, I’m not!”

“Ha, ha, yes you are dude! But there’s nothing wrong with that! If anything, that’s a good thing.”

Bakugou wants to mutter under his breath and ask why on Earth is that a good thing but instead he turns his head to the side and decides to let it pass. He takes his costume off and puts Red Riot’s shirt on to hide his embarrassment. It’s a bit too big, but it’s soft and smells good. His eyes flutter closed as the fabric drags against his face, his heart doing that thing again. He tries not to think about the other man staring at him as he pulls his trousers on.

When they’re finished, they both exit the bathroom and Red Riot takes him around the other places he hadn’t visited yet, finishing their tour in the kitchen, where he starts brewing some coffee for them.

“Was today better?” He asks, his voice quiet. He seems dejected despite the normally positive aura that engulfs him.

“Yeah. Kind of.” He returns, shrugging his shoulders.

The redhead takes a step forward and looks into his eyes. Bakugou’s taken aback, but doesn’t turn his gaze away, staring into Red Riot’s pretty orbs. He can notice his heart beating fast inside his chest and his hands feel clammy, but he’s not going to back away and show him how defenceless he feels.

“You look better than yesterday.” The other ends up saying, shooting him another one of his signature smiles that makes Bakugou’s chest vibrate in a funny way.

“Thanks?” He answers, trying to sound indifferent, but his voice is thick and hoarse.

Red Riot chuckles. “No deaths today?”

“No deaths today.”

“No deaths day are the best.” He mutters, humming lightly as he pours milk into his mug. He looks at Bakugou again, quirking his eyebrow. “Want some? How do you take your coffee?”

“Black. One sugar.” The blond whispers, dropping his gaze onto the polka dot mug that he supposes is going to be his. It seems as if he’s correct since Red Riot passes it to him just seconds later.

“The sugar’s to your right. Could you pass it to me when you finish?”

“Sure.”

He sips on his beverage as he gives him the sugar pot.

“Was your day any better?” He ends up asking the redhead, who turns to look at him with curious eyes.

“It was, thanks for asking!” He smiles warmly at him. “It’s mostly because I got to see you again. Yellow Riot said you weren’t gonna come back.”

“Fuck, did you bet on me coming back or something?” Bakugou half-smiles, his lips turning on one side of his mouth. “You better have fucking won then.”

Red Riot bursts into a fit of laughter.

“It wasn’t quite like that.” The redhead chuckles, picking his mug up and gesturing at the other to follow him into their living room. “He just had doubts on your motives behind why you want to be a vigilante.”

Bakugou snorts. “The titchy one told me he’s one to get fucking laid. Why’s he being all shitty about my motives?”

Red Riot looks at him with mild surprise on his face before taking a seat on one of the couches. “Oh, titchy? Is that what you’re calling Purple Riot? Do you have nicknames for all of us?”

Bakugou sits next to him, trying his hard to not be as close as he wants to be because he knows it would make him uncomfortable. “Maybe.”

“What’s mine, then?” He puts the mug on the coffee table and rests his chin on his elbow, directing all his attention to Bakugou, who immediately feels his heart thump noisily in his chest.

“Shitty Hair.” He manages to mutter despite feeling like he’s tongue-tied.

“Hey! I am deeply offended by that!” Red Riot pretends to pout, but the wide smile threatening to spread over his face ruins it.

“Not my fault you have terrible taste in hairstyles!”

“Like yours is any better? Do you even know what a brush is?”

“It’s called ‘messy’ and I know for a fact that you like it.”

“Oh, I like it, huh? And how are you so sure?”

Bakugou shrugs his shoulders, smirking as he turns his head to the side. “I just know. Maybe the fact that I’m in here helps.”

“I trust you. And Pink Riot trusts you too. She thinks your motives are pure, and so do I.”

The blond has to fight himself to not snort or roll his eyes. This is vital for him to not only fit in but also not be discovered. “Yeah, well…”

“I think you’re a good person. I can see it in your eyes. I can read people, you know? I’ve seen the inside of your heart and into your soul. I know what kind of person you are, I can feel it here,” Red Riot whispers, inching closer to him and pressing his open palm against his chest. “that you want to be the best person you can be.”

Bakugou leans in unintentionally, feeling like his whole skin’s on fire. Goose bumps form all over his arms and legs as he breathes in deeply.

“Yeah?” He mutters, breathless, his lips just slightly parted for him to pant that single word out.

“Yeah.” Red Riot smiles at him, tilting his head to the side and looking at him though half-lidded eyes. “The rest just… they aren’t as comfortable as Pink Riot and I are about letting you inside our base. You’re new and everything. But I want to teach you all about being a vigilante.”

“I want to learn.” Bakugou mutters, breathlessly.

The redhead chuckles, turning to have a sip of his coffee. “I can see that. I also think you’ve got great assets and things you can show us. A different point of view.”

“Yeah…” The blond whispers, his thoughts long gone as his eyes can only focus on the redhead’s juicy lips.

“Watcha doing?” A chirpy voice forces Bakugou to come back down to Earth. He snaps his head around to look in the direction of the shrill scream and he finds himself staring at Pink Riot. He can now take in her face, and he’s astounded by the amount of mascara and eye shadow she wears.

She walks closer to them and places her hands on her hips. “Hey, that’s my mug!”

“Sorry.” The redhead mutters sheepishly, ducking his head and looking at her with puppy dog eyes.

“Eh, it’s my spare. I can lend it to him, it’s okay.” She laughs and goes over to the sofa, throwing herself next to Bakugou. She slings her arm over him and pulls him towards herself. “So… whatcha talking about with the newbie?”

Bakugou shakes her off, frowning at her. She just laughs at him, holding him tighter still. There’s an almost defiant look in her eyes as he struggles to get her off himself. Before the blond can tell her that whatever they were talking about is nothing of her goddamned business she lets go and sits up, shrugging her shoulders. “Well, I’m beat, I’m going home!” 

“See ya tomorrow!” The redhead calls at her as she skips along, and Bakugou hears him laugh before he continues talking. “Despite what you might think about her, she likes you.”

“Fucking doesn’t seem like it!”

“They just need some time to adjust.”

Yellow Riot and Black Riot walk into the room in their civilian clothes. The blond has a Pikachu shirt, light skinny jeans and a choker while the other’s wearing a grey sweater and dark trousers. They’re watching a video on the phone the tall one is holding and they seem to be finding it very amusing, but they immediately stop laughing when they see them on the sofa.

“You’re still here.” Yellow Riot greets him, and Bakugou can tell by the way his head tilts slightly to the side that he isn’t happy about it.

“Fucking ‘course I’d still be here.”

The other just shrugs at him. “I dunno. Most people can’t handle being a vigilante.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not most people.”

“I can tell.”

They stare at each other for a few seconds, the tension rising in the room. Black Riot sighs and pulls Yellow Riot into the kitchen by his elbow. “Hey, c’mon, I want to make myself some coffee.”

The other responds with a drawn-out groan but he follows him nonetheless.

“Yeah… not everyone’s excited to see you here.” Red Riot chuckles nervously, holding his mug in both hands and staring at its contents as if he had nowhere else to look.

“It’s okay. I’m kinda used to it.”

“Hmmm?” The redhead lifts an eyebrow, tilting his head upwards until their eyes meet. “Yeah? Whatcha mean?”

“I…” Bakugou curses at himself on the inside as he struggles to find a way to continue without giving anything away. “I’m used to being disliked.”

The redhead stares at him, his brows furrowing. “Why would people dislike you, though?” He asks, as if it’s a difficult math problem that only the teacher can solve.

The blond snorts. “You can’t be serious.”

“No, really, I’m-”

But he’s interrupted by Bakugou, who gets up. “I’m going home. I’m tired and I need to do stuff.”

“Yeah, yeah! Of course!” Red Riot answers, also getting up and offering him a wide smile. It quickly disappears from his face, though.

The blond tries to not pay it any heed as he turns around. He’s stopped by a hand wrapping itself around his arm tightly. Bakugou’s forced to meet the saddened eyes in front of him. The red orbs are filled with a glimmer of hope in them. “Uhm… I’d like to see you tomorrow… around…”

The blond is stunned into silence. He opens his mouth but no words come out, so he just closes it again.

“We usually patrol… do… do you wanna patrol with us? Maybe?”

“What… you patrol…? Where?”

“Just around… it’s… it may sound silly, but we… we lurk around the city, making sure nothing happens.”

“And that works?”

“Well…” Red Riot scratches the back of his head, smiling sheepishly. “Not always. But when it does, it’s pretty efficient. Together we can cover quite a lot of the city. We’re also on the lookout for potential villains.”

Bakugou swallows, feeling his heart beat in his chest, hard. Nervous, he raises his eyebrows. “Do you… do you have any… leads?”

The redhead shakes his head energetically. “Not really. We did follow someone for a while, but nothing came of it.”

“I’d like to patrol with you.” Bakugou whispers, his voice softer than usual. “How… how does it work?”

“We work in pairs some days, but we mostly go alone. It’s easy and fast to communicate with each other if something happens.”

“Phones.” The blond nods his head.

“Yeah! Speaking of, wanna give me your phone number?” The redhead looks at him with hope in his gorgeous eyes. “And… uhm… where do you wanna meet up tomorrow? I think you should go with someone if it’s your first day…”

“Yeah.” Bakugou agrees without thinking, focused on the man’s pretty smile instead of his words. Red Riot takes his mobile out of his pocket and unlocks it. It’s in a red case and has a charm with a star and a planet dangling from the side.

“Pink Riot and I match.” He mutters sheepishly as he points at it, embarrassed that they look like a sickly-sweet couple. “She got me mine and I got her hers. Anyway, uhm, here, give me a call.”

He reads his number out as Bakugou types it into his device. When he finishes, he gives the other a call and lets it ring until the stupid song the redhead chose as his tone can be heard. It’s a lame 80s one hit wonder that seems to make Red Riot really uncomfortable. Maybe it’s because of the incredulous look the blond shot at him.

“Pink Riot and I match on this too.” He whispers, sheepishly. He tries to smile at him normally again. “Wait, you didn’t add me as Shitty Hair, did you?”

The blond confirms his suspicions with a snort.

“Seriously!?” He whines, putting his phone away and trying to look at Bakugou’s.

“Well I don’t know your name, do I?”

“Yeah, but Shitty Hair? You’re really telling me you don’t have anything better?”

“Give me something better, then.” Bakugou whispers, leaning in closer and flicking the redhead’s nose teasingly.

‘Oh my fucking God, what is wrong with me!?’ He screams at himself as he just stands there, shocked that he just did that. He’s sure he’s as red as the other’s hair. He never thought he’d be capable of doing something so cheesy.

“See you tomorrow!” He cries out, trying to play it cool. Before he turns around, he notices how the other’s blushing too, his eyes wide.

 Outside he finds Purple Riot smoking, her eyes on the horizon. She’s even prettier without her mask, her dark eye shadow and black lipstick highlighting how naturally pale she is. She seems so small, one foot on the concrete wall as she leans her whole body against it.

She slowly turns her head to face him as she hears the door open.

“Hey,” she greets him, flicking her cigarette before putting it back in her mouth. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Bakugou asks, walking over to where she is and taking one of the smokes she offers him.

“Don’t take this personally.” Jirou whispers. “It’s not that I hate you or anything. I just don’t… yet understand you. I want to, though. I’m just not sure how comfortable I am with having you in our base.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Today. I’m… I’m wary… not of you… just… about everything?”

“You’re not making any sense.”

She sighs and tilts her head back, resting it against the concrete. “You’re new. You’re in our base. That little ‘meeting’ we had before coming here. I agreed to let you in. I was the one that tilted the scales in your favour.”

“Gee, thanks.” He says sarcastically, looking at the horizon too.

“As I said, I have nothing against you.”

“But you don’t know me. I get it. You don’t have to apologise or anything. I’d probably do the same thing in your position.” And he doesn’t say it, but he has already. He’s had to judge whether or not a wannabe villain was good enough to enter the League, and he hasn’t always exactly been fair. He knows what it’s like to be wary of the wrong people entering your group.

“Yeah,” she whispers. “something like that.”

They’re silent for a while, until Jirou shakes her head and stifles a laugh. “Red Riot’s never brought anyone back to our base. Before you, I mean. I think… I think that means something, wouldn’t you say so?”

“I don’t know him like you do.” Bakugou mutters, fully understanding what she’s implying.

“I think you’re special. I think he likes you.”

“Whatever.”

“Hmmmm.” Is all she has to offer as they finish their cigarettes in silence.

[luxexhomines]

Hello! I was reading through your blog and wanted to ask if you could write for Tsumugi with a female S/O who is the Ultimate Witch? In or out of the V3 universe is fine. Thank you!

Hullo, anon! Thanks for the request!! Although Tsumugi isn’t my favorite character, I so enjoyed writing this. I put it out of the V3 universe, so there are no spoilers for anyone wondering. Wasn’t sure if you wanted the reader be doing “real magic” or magic tricks, so it’s a little vague, haha.Icon credit to 64pxs! Also wow my third request finished in one day although it’s past 1AM & technically a new day here now!

Guess I’d classify this as fluff, too. It’s not that long, so it’s not under the cut. Here you go!

Tsumugi x Female! Ultimate Witch! S/O

You knocked on her door and grasped the doorknob, fully intending to open it and peek in the gap, but your plans were abruptly foiled by her voice.

“Don’t even try,” she cackled. “The door’s locked and I’ve got a chair keeping it closed, you know?”

When you tried to turn it, it was true. It wouldn’t budge an inch.

“Oh, come on, Tsumugi!” You whine right outside the door, making sure she could hear you loud and clear. “I haven’t seen you leave that room for a third day now! I know that you’ve got snacks and a bathroom connected to your room, but that can’t be healthy,” you beg. “Please come out…”

Either she’s ignoring you, or she’s ignoring you. Two perfectly possible options. You could even hear her plaintively humming a random tune, a tune that seemed reminiscent of a folksong–but what did that matter now, when part of her reasons for doing so was to drown out the sound of you?

“Can I at least come in, Tsumugi?” You knock on the door again, but you’re soundly rejected.

“No! You’re not allowed in here for the rest of the week, even if I do come out of the room,” she says firmly.

She was getting strangely obsessive about hiding the contents of her room from you, and you were extremely worried. The only times she ever pulled stunts like this was when she hadn’t finished preparing a cosplay for a con coming up soon, but the problem was that there were no cons coming up soon. As you understood it, she had taken a leave from work to do whatever it was she was doing in that room, and you had no clue what was so important that she’d take a week off of work to do it. She thrived off of that income to make living wage and make cosplays in addition to all her the money from her sponsors.

You could only sigh at the plain white door and walk back to your own room, resigned to your lonely fate for the rest of the week. It was anyone’s guess what she was doing or why she was hiding it from you, including your own, despite being her girlfriend.

You supposed you’d go practice your magic for the upcoming magic show you were holding while Tsumugi did…whatever it was she was doing. There was no time to waste at her doorway, calling her name to a silent answer or pounding on the door in exasperation. 

You took a deep breath and gathered your focus for the first act, a rather simple attention-getter with birds flying from your sleeves like colorful ribbons spewing from them. Somehow, it was always the easiest magic that was easiest to mess up, so you ended up practicing the act for at least an hour, worried about the possibility of success in a live performance.

Falling back on the bed, you pant slightly in exertion. Who said magic was as easy as waving a wand? That’s only what magicians wanted other people to believe, after all. If the magician was dropping dead from exhaustion, no one would enjoy the show–no, it was much better for them to believe that the magician possessed unlimited amounts of mana and could continue performing magic for an entire day but just ended it at around an hour for the audience’s scheduling convenience.

But even magicians weren’t immortal. You decided to take a break and walked to the kitchen, grabbing a drink of water to hydrate yourself before returning to practice, throwing a bitter, yearning look toward Tsumugi’s closed door.

It was going to be a long week, just you and your magic.

On the day of the magic show, you hoped Tsumugi would emerge from her cave, maybe make an appearance. But it was fifteen minutes before the show, and she still hadn’t come.

You let out a sigh of disappointment and return to your dressing room as you pick at your ratty, ripped seams of what used to be a smart looking, black long-sleeved tailcoat and matching pencil skirt. You’d had it since your very first show, and you liked it very much, but it was ready to retire and had been for a while now.

In fact, you were surprised Tsumugi hadn’t commented on it–she usually would make note of any clothes you owned that were no longer serving a functional and aesthetic purpose and bring you out to buy new ones. Speaking of Tsumugi, your dressing room just burst open with a long, blue-haired girl in spectacles and carrying what looks like a newly pressed outfit in black.

“Tsumugi! You’re here,” you gasp. “I thought you weren’t coming.”

She rushes over to you, out of breath and frenetic.

“Oh, good, you’re in your dressing room! Take this,” she thrust the plastic protected outfit at you along with a box of what you assumed to be shoes. “Sorry I’m late, it took me so long to finish this. Go change, your show is starting in ten minutes!”

You look at her in confusion, but do as she asks. You’re used to her frantic nature, even if she was rather laidback most of the time. When you finish dressing, she claps her hands together in delight, and swooning.

“Oh, I knew you’d look great in this! I’ve had this idea for forever, I’m so happy I finally get to see you wear it. I can die happy now,” she declares passionately, almost drooling with excitement, her blue eyes glimmering brightly.

You examine the outfit, which includes a pair of white gloves, black heels, a black top hat, and a similar black tailcoat, black dress shirt and pencil skirt, along with a tie of your favorite color wrapped snugly around your neck that curves over your bust gently.

“Tsumugi, you made this for me?”

She nods proudly.

“I think I did a bang-up job of it, too! It’s absolutely perfect for you,” she beams at you, as lovely and warm as the golden sun, and you can only grin like a fool in response.

“You sure did. You sure did,” you repeat, amazed by her accurate, neat needlework and toiling dedication she had offered you in making the outfit.

“Now, go out there and amaze the crowds,” she encourages you, giving you a light push on the back and going out to join the audience below.

The magic show goes splendidly–you don’t know if you’ve ever done a better job, and all kinds of flowers, roses, daffodils, daisies, skyrocket toward your lone figure standing at the center of the black stage, hoping to be caught by you. You wave at the audience happily and skip on and off the stage to the standing ovation before exiting for good.

Luckily for you, Tsumugi is waiting at your dressing room, so there���s no need for you to push through the masses to find her, and you immediately envelop her in a hug, tackling her, and her breath leaves her with the impact you’ve come at her with. She wraps her arms around your back, and you can feel her pride for you simply seeping out like radioactive waves.

You don’t let go of her for a long, long time, and when you finally let go of her, you smile at her in a daze. You can’t believe your girlfriend is this gorgeous, kind, devoted, thoughtful girl standing in front of her.

“I think I’m in love with you, Tsumugi,” you say, staring straight into her eyes, endless pools of blue.

She smiles back, pushing her spectacles up slightly.

“A good thing, too, because I think I’m in love with you, too. That is, if you couldn’t tell after I spent over a week cooped up in my room to make this ensemble for you,” she replies, gesturing at your outfit.

You pat her on the head.

“Yes, yes, I know, good girl. But I was so lonely,” you pout. “Did you have to leave me alone like that for such a long time? I could have died of loneliness!”

She simply laughs full-heartedly.

“I suppose we’d be in trouble if you were a rabbit, huh? But there’ll be no more loneliness on my watch. That sounds rather presumptuous of me to say, but you can trust me on that,” she smiles charmingly as she puts a hand on her hip.

You laugh back at her, sharing in her joy and playfulness.

“You’d better live longer than I do, in that case,” you tease.

Tsumugi bends toward you and places a small kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Your wish is my command, royal magician of the court,” she chuckles.

You smirk and slip a hand around the small of her back, pulling her in closer so that both of your bodies are pressed against each other, and kiss her on the lips deeply. 

“Then, my first command is that thou shalt stay at my side for the rest of our mortal lifespans.”

You can feel the corners of her lips stretch out and upward at this, and you take that to be her response as you draw her in for many more sweet kisses.

[totaltozier]

Cruel to Be Kind - Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak

REQUEST: Hey! I have an idea but i dont know if its any good. Can you write richie and eddie dating, but one night when they are all pretty drunk bev and richie make out and eddie is heartbroken

NOTE: WOW THIS IS FULL OF ANGST! It’s high key very sad at the end (jk like the whole time) but it’s still great!!!!! Maybe I’ll write a part 2? give it a happy ending???? Hope you all like it! Feedback is always appreciated!

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Eddie hated parties. He really did. The idea of a hundred sweaty teens shoved into someone’s tiny house (probably a stranger’s house too!) with couches covered in cheap beer and bad house music so loud it’s not possible to have a conversation was nowhere near Eddie’s idea of fun. At home in his bed binge watching Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt on Netflix with a bowl of popcorn was more up his alley. In fact, that sounded perfect to Eddie right now.

Instead, Eddie was sitting next to Richie in his pickup truck parked across the street from Chelsea Marshall’s house. He had already put up a fight about not wanting to come out tonight, claiming he had other, much better, plans. Richie saw right through it, knowing that his boyfriend was being difficult.

Richie turned towards Eddie with his hand on door ready to hop out. “C’mon Eds, it’ll be fun!” He pleaded.

Eddie let out a sigh and crossed his arms. “I don’t even know anyone in there! This is an after party for the football team and I am very much not on the football team!” Eddie argued.

“But you’re dating me who is evidently on the football team Eds!” It was true. Richie was the wide end receiver on their high school football team and Eddie just happened to be dating him. “Besides, I promise I won’t leave your side okay?” Richie pleaded, making his puppy dog face that Eddie just can’t say no to.

Eddie rolled his eyes and opened his car door. “Fine. But I’m not drinking and since I know you are, I’m taking your keys.” He reached over and pulled Richie’s keys out of the ignition and hopped out of the truck.

Eddie could hear the music before he was even on the front lawn. He didn’t recognize what song it was but it sounded like some Taylor Swift remix. He had a feeling in his gut that something was going to happen tonight but couldn’t quite figure out if it was going to be good or bad.

Richie grabbed Eddie’s hand and gave the smaller boy a warm smile. The two headed inside the house. There were kids Eddie recognized from the halls at school with a few unfamiliar faces thrown into the mix. He assumed they were from the catholic high school across town. The house was already packed even though it was only 10 PM.

Richie lead Eddie through the tight crowd of teenagers and into the kitchen. Eddie felt his hand slip out from Richie’s as the taller boy was greeted by someone who Eddie recognized from the football team. Eddie watched as the guy next to him handed Richie a beer which he accepted easily, taking a swig the second he had it in his grip.

“Eddie, you know Jason and Matt!” Richie said as he stood in between the two guys and draped his arms around them both.

Eddie nodded his head “Sure, yeah.” He agreed when really, he had never met the two before. He studied their looks for a moment looking at their matching lettermen jackets and basic greasy haircuts. Eddie knew that if he ever saw Jason and Matt again that he wouldn’t be able to tell the two apart.

Richie continued talking to everyone he knew, making his way around the house circulating through the small groups of people he found throughout. Eddie tagged along behind him, participating in a few conversations when the other people actually noticed that he was there. Most of the conversations were blah although Eddie had enjoyed talking to the girls from Richie’s drama class, they were full of funny stories from their days working on the school musical.

It was around midnight when Eddie had lost Richie. He had scrambled off with some friends from his math class to get more beer and Eddie had opted out deciding to crash on a nearby couch. There were a few rough looking sophmores sitting in the corner subtly getting high but Eddie didn’t see any other empty seats around so he settled.

“Well if it aint Eddie!” Eddie’s head snapped up to see Bill standing in front of him.

“Hey Bill!” He greeted back. “I didn’t know you’d be here” Eddie explained as he watched Bill cross the room to sit on the couch’s armrest next to him.

“Yeah,” Bill started, “Suh-somehow Stan druh-dragged me here. Didn’t really wuh-want to come.” Bill shrugged. Eddie noticed that his friend had a red cup in his hand. Bill took a sip of the mystery drink that Eddie assumed was the bright pink mixture he saw in the kitchen earlier. “Wuh-why are you here?” Bill asked him. “You hate puh-parties.”

Eddie shrugged. “Yeah but my boyfriend loves them.” Bill nodded at Eddie. “So I get dragged along to make sure he gets home safe, I guess.”

“Speaking of, whuh-where is R-richie?” Bill questioned as his eyes scanned the room looking for the gangly boy.

Eddie leaned back into the couch resting his head on the back of the cushions. “Beats me. Funny though, he promised that he’d stay by my side all night but I haven’t seen Richie for almost the past hour.” He explained.

“You looking for Richie?” Eddie didn’t recognize the voice talking to him but looked up to see who it was anyways. It was a girl with piercing green eyes and long blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail leaning against the doorframe. Something about her unsettled Eddie, but then again it could just be the smoke wafting through the air.

“Maybe,” Eddie answered hesitantly, shifting in his seat. “Why, what do you know?”

“I was talking to him upstairs about Mrs. Keith’s English class project before that Marsh girl dragged him into one of the bedrooms and locked me out” the girl pushed off from the doorframe and walked away calling out “just thought you’d like to know.” Before disappearing into the crowd of people.

Eddie sat there for a moment. He knew his Richie. He knew that he loved him and the feeling was mutual. Yet for some reason, Eddie felt glued to the grimy couch he was sat on. As if getting up and finding Richie was going to be the end of the world and the couch could somehow save him.

Bill stared down at the small boy and nudged him out of his trance. “Hey, are you alr-right?” He asked worried.

“Yeah I’m great” Eddie replied. But the boy had tunnel vision and before he knew it he was already up the narrow flight of stairs and opening random doors trying to find Richie.

After barging into two bedrooms and one awkward bathroom party, Eddie found the only door that wouldn’t open from the outside.

“Richie?” He called out as he nagged on the door. “Rich, it’s me! Open up!” He jiggled the doorknob with urgency. In a panicked state, he kept repeating to himself over and over in his mind You love Richie and Richie loves you.

After what felt like a lifetime, the old lock gave out and Eddie fell forwards as the door flung open. He stumbled before regaining his balance but he might as well fallen face first onto the floor because that would have hurt less than the sight before him. Caught like a deer in headlights, Eddie just stood there, one hand gripping the cold doorknob, watching as Richie had himself draped over Beverly, kissing her as she was pushed up against the wall.

“Richie?” Eddie said just loud enough for the other to hear.

Richie scrambled off of Beverly, jumping back at the sound of Eddie’s voice. “Eddie, hi, wh-what are you doing?”

Eddie could feel his face flush. Richie was kissing someone. His boyfriend was kissing someone who was not him. Kissing another person and then questioning Eddie on what he was doing. Eddie felt like he was on fire.

“I’m leaving.” Eddie said as he turned on his heel, slamming the door behind him as he ran through the crowded house, pushing everyone out of his way without even saying sorry.

He was on the front lawn crossing towards Richie’s car when he felt a warm hand grip his arm.

“Eddie don’t go!” Richie pleaded as he grabbed Eddie’s arm. But Richie was still a little too drunk giving Eddie the upper hand as he shrugged his hand off.

“No Richie!” Eddie grumbled back. He could feel the heat on his face as tears dangerously pooled up in his eyes. He wasn’t going to cry right now. At least not here.

“Eds, please!” Richie tried again and this time Eddie stopped and turned around.

“Don’t fucking call me that!” He yelled. “You don’t get to kiss someone else, kiss a girl, and think that you can still call me that!”

“Eddie, it didn’t mean anything, that was, it’s just Beverly!” Richie argued but Eddie was having none of it.

“Oh yeah, just Beverly. And what? I’m just Eddie, right?” Eddie threw back. The tears had fallen now, the cool water running gently down his hot cheeks.

“No, it’s not like that, you know that Eds!” Richie explained but it was too late.

Eddie shook his head as he wiped his hand across his wet cheek. “No, I don’t know that, Rich.” He turned around and started making his way across the grass.

“Where are you going?” Richie asked.

“I’m going home. I didn’t even want to come to this fucking party anyways.” Eddie jogged across the street and quickly climbed into Richie’s truck. He was supposed to drive Richie home but right now he couldn’t care less. He turned the truck on and pulled out of the spot, driving away from the house, from the party, from the noise, from the mess that was his and Richie’s relationship.

Before turning off of the street Eddie quickly glanced in the rear-view mirror and shook his head. He could see Richie still standing on the lawn, right where Eddie had left him as if he was waiting for Eddie to turn around and come pick him up. But Eddie didn’t. He drove until he hit the town’s limit and then further past that, trying to get as far away from Richie and his broken heart as possible.

[actualbird]

BIRD BIRD BIRD I JUST THOUGHT OF AN AU IDEA ok ok mind reader michael. jeremy is in class one day, thinkin dirty thoughts as per the usual, and he suddenly gets paranoid like we all do when we do that shit and he thinks "if anyone in here is a mind reader, cough if you can hear me." and he. he hears a cough. and jeremy freezes and turns around to face michael mell, this kid he's had a crush on for a while but never talked to, and he thinks "cough if you can hear me," again. (cont)

EDIT: anon is @transtarks!!!! this au baby was created first and foremost in his wonderful brain

oh my GOD!!! wow so im very in love with mind reader!michael. before tackling that hilarious scenario, theres like. so much to explore here

MICHAEL who can READ MINDS. in ur sitch, you imply that he cant talk back into minds, which is just so lonely, i think. he’ll learn pretty early that what he’s got isn’t Normal after many instances of him answering questions that werent asked or him knowing things he shouldnt. his mom needs to sit him down and tell him that they’re a little different. not bad. just different. but that other people dont like this and you have to be quiet about it.

which michael find endlessly unfair. he has to be the quiet one when he has to deal with the constant chatter of minds all around him that never stops? it sucks, but he’s read enough xmen to understand why.

but it is NOISY. his headphones are godsend and music does a lot to help, but those can only go so far in drowning out the noise.

some thoughts are quiet and michael needs to strain to hear the words past the soft murmurs. things like his mom making a grocery list in her head or some kid he passed by on the sidewalk counting red cars as they drove by. mundane things are quiet, but the more emotional they get, the louder they become. happy thoughts are loud thoughts, but so are angry ones and terrified ones.

and it doesnt just equate to sound. to a certain degree, michael can feel thoughts, if they are strong enough. which is pretty much hell on michael’s senses. happy thoughts feel nice, but too much is overwhelming. dont even get him started on negative thoughts. those feel like bile and nails against a chalkboard.

against all odds, michael gets used to it. he finds his own ways to cope with the side effects of being plugged in to everybody else’s mind, but the one thing he couldnt deal with was the loneliness.

constantly, he feels like he’s intruding. while mind reading comes with so many cons, michael sees himself at an unfair advantage concerning everybody else. after all, he knows things about people before they say it. sometimes he knows things about people that they maybe didnt want anybody to know. it’s hard to make friends in that kind of situation.

and it’s really hard not being able to tell anybody at all.

ENTER JEREMY “SEX THOUGHTS IN CLASS” HEERE

oh boy okay so. michael probably knows jeremy. not knows-him-as-a-friend, but he’s heard his mind before. jeremy’s head is…a bit of a mess.

(see, michael has come across a lot of minds in his life. some minds are more organized than others. some are bustling with energy while others a bit more subdued. some are bright and others are so dark michael has to stop himself from crying in public. often, he wonders what his mind looks like, but he cant really trust his mom when she only says nice things because she’s his mom. )

anyway, jeremy’s mind is like being inside a washing machine. things tumbling everywhere. jeremy’s head does not shut up. ever. the kid is always thinking about stuff like “oh, im walking pretty weird, i gotta fix that” or “she’s looking at me. what did i do? is there something on my face? is it my face?” or, and this one pops up a lot it makes michael’s heart hurt, “i wish i wasnt like this”

(so many times, michael almost speaks to jeremy out of nowhere to just. compliment the guy. he’s really not as bad as he thinks himself out to be. jeremy’s head might be self destructing 24/7, but he’s a good person. and he’s cute too WHATEVER. but michael is pretty sure that if he tells jeremy that his hair is nice, jeremy will spiral into paranoia where he’ll think michael is fucking with him. so michael doesnt say anything. he just silently hopes that maybe jeremy gets a day or two where his mind can stop beating himself up over every tiny thing)

michael gets to know jeremy’s anxiety before he gets to know jeremy, and thats mostly because in addition to never shutting up, jeremy’s brain is also very loud. maybe it has something to do with how jeremy is always on edge, but michael doesnt know. what he does know is that jeremy heere, professional anxious teenager, decides to spend this math class just thinking about sex. LOUDLY.

it starts with a stray thought about the porn jeremy watched last night then it spirals into various random fantasies and michael wants to jump out the window. not because any of it is weird!!! but just because this is WAY TOO PERSONAL. michael tries his best to concentrate on parabolas, but jeremy throws up an image of GAHHH!! he tries to concentrate on trisha in the front row who’s got a bad case of song-stuck-in-head, which is the next best thing to real music but then jeremy goddamn heere derails him with LOUD MOANING. (which might??? be his????)

record scratch. jeremy’s head goes eerily quiet. then, very deliberately, he thinks “ if anyone in here is a mind reader, cough if you can hear me.”

it’s RIDICULOUS but it’s also the first time he’s ever been addressed in this way. it’s kind of incredible, and all the “dont tell anybody” momentarily disappears in the face of jeremy “sex thoughts” heere talking to him using his head.

so he coughs. and jeremy turns his head. they make eye contact and michael very deliberately starts coughing.

jeremy’s head is quiet for a tense few seconds

then jeremy thinks, “well fuck”

and thus starts the very awkward beginning of michael and jeremy’s friendship. the possibilities for this are endless but this answer is already too long khfkjdfh

[queenieskamander]

Killjoys, make some noise -Ch.2

Gang/post-apo!AU (requested)  

Member: Jimin (mention of other members)  

Genre: Fluff. Smut, a little bit of everything…

Sumarry: This AU is based around the lives of the “Killjoys”, a group of rebellious rogues living in a post-apocalyptic Seoul. The Killjoys are a group of outlaws who are fighting against the evil corporation Better Living Industries (BL/ind.) and its various “Draculoids” and executors, such as Korse.

Prologue    Ch.1 

It is a time to start a new life

Jimin’s p.o.v

I was awakened by a loud noise, something like a school bell. After a while I heard a very familiar female voice.   -Hey, wake up! You have one hour to get ready. Your first class is in the hall downstairs. Come one!!- She said briskly I opened my eyes, muttering something. I got up slowly, looking around me. My room wasn’t very big, but bright and clean. Just enough space for two people.   Jungkook dragged himself from his bed, tiresomely opening his suitcase and taking some clothes from it. -Im going first to the bathroom, ok?- He wasn’t really waiting for me to answer. I brushed my hair with my fingers, making even bigger mess on my head. I went to the window, pulling the blinds. I opened the balcony door and I went outside. I felt dry and crispy air. I leaned against the railing, looking at view in front of me. Maybe we were on the desert, but there were a lot of plants (trees, flowers, shrubs, grass). My eyes caught disputes pool and sunbeds,tables with chairs, large stone grill around it. However, there was a designated area for volleyball and football. It felt like a holiday resort by the sea. On the left and on the right side stretched balconies. Tae and Y/N had a room on the right side from us.   -Jimin, we must go now. We still need to eat something.- My brother said with a big smile on his face. Its not like I need to go to bathroom too… It is a Time to start a new life All ‘students’ were standing next to a big doors. We hoped that we came to the right place. Nobody here was  eager to explain anything to us . Exactly when the clock struck nine, the door opened. We saw a well known blond lady, she was wearing bright pink t-shirt and ripped, skinny jeans.   -Hello, you can come inside- She said happily as she went straight to her desk- First of all, you have to choose a partner with whom you will be sit- she continued- BUT, You cant sit with you room-mate- class became quite again- Stop looking at me like than, you need know each other better. Come one, I do not have all day- I looked around me How Im going to choose a partner when I dont know people here… -Jungkook…   -Tea…- Great, even my brother found partner. Wait…How could I forgot about Taehyung and his sister?   -Hey Jimin, do you want to be my partner?- That voice…so beautiful… It took me a while to realized that was Y/N. -Yeah…Sure-  Just dont do anything stupid -Great- did she just smirked at me? -Hello everybody- Stella said to us, again…- My name is Toxic Poison- Everybody were surprised, including me- And no, this is not my real name. This is a nickname- no shit Sherlock- You need to choose a nickname for you. You must forget you real name- She looked at us sternly. No one dared to speak. She wasn’t joking. -For your safety, and for safety of you family -How forgetting our name is going to help?- The girl with dark-red hair asked shyly. From what I associate, her name was Minji. Shit. We have to forget our names -Better Living is dangerous place, but government is even more dangerous- Toxic Poison explained, walking around us.Everybody were looking at her- If they will find out your identity,they might arrest your families or…even kill them-  She stopped for a second- Thats why you need your nicknames. Something short and catchy, easy to remember. Understood? - Everybody were quite, listening her carefully- I asked about something. Understood? -Yes!!- Everybody said at the same time. 90% of people here, looked like a typical punks. Born to fight against government. -Good…tomorrow, you have to come in with you new name-She looked around the room with warmer look that before.-And now, please tell me…How do you understand words ‘Art is weapon’?-   Art is weapon? I thought. Suddenly I remembered that I saw this slogan over the main entrance. I raised my hand shyly, feeling the startled eyes of Stella and a few other people. -Yes?- -I think…word 'weapon’ is a…a metaphor.- I said slowly- Better living have their 'perfect system’, exactly how they want. Everything is monotonous. Even their uniforms are the same.  They are white without any dirt on it. Art is an opposite of it. Expressing of your feelings, using your imagination, do not caring about the opinion of others…- I shrugged my shoulders-  It might be use an a weapon against BL. At least I think so. -  Toxic smiled and me widely -Thats right Jimin- I looked at her with a surprise- What? You should believe in yourself more- She laughed- Coming back to the art, thats why we asked you to bring with you things related to arts…Please develop your skills in your free time. You have to have a lot of imagination to fight against the Better Living. -So we are going to fight?- Boy with green hair asked, narrowing his eyes -Some of you…yes- Toxic said looking at all of us- We will selecting you according to your your results, performance and behavior. I should take couple of weeks. Exercises, theoretical lessons, practical lessons…- We all straightened up, hearing about the “practical lessons.” The girl with dark blue hair raised her hand -Yes?- -why were we chosen?- that was a good question. I was thinking about it couple of times-First of all, we were looking for teenagers which could come here without arousing suspicion- Toxic immediately explained. I think she was ready to give an answer to every question- But  we could take everybody. I know i might sound weird, but we know about you more that you can expect- She smiled mysteriously and I felt anxiety.- We looked also at your assessment and behaviour, but in the school they have a different appreciation than here. We need a rebellious people who want to re-build the old system and who are not afraid of danger. -Apparently we will have here a normal lessons here- said the blue haired boy, probably Brandon. - If I will  have insufficient assessment of maths, you are going to punish me by making me to write 100 times 'I will be a better student’?- he mocked. Toxic did not seem to be  surprise about his comment. -No, it would be a waste of time. You wont write a single word. - she said, smiling at him- The punishment for unacceptable behaviour, or very bad academic results will be, for example…-she wondered- Taking away a laser gun, ban on driving, ban going out on a mission…- She began to exchange. All were silent, looking at her. Her coral lips twitched into a smile again. -Before I will let you go, I want to raise another topic concerning art. Jimin come here.- She looked in my direction. Surprised, I got up from the place and went to her, standing in front of all gathered.- This clothes- She pointed at my black clothes- Are unaccepted -Excuse me?- I asked, slightly confused. Why she is doing this to me… -'Art is a weapon’, Jimin- She said slowly and distinctly, later bursting into laughter.- You have to be dressed colourfully. I hope this is note a problem for you-We all looked at each other smiling foolishly-We have a few types of hair dyes, some different materials, sewing machines. You will find something for you. The basics are explained, the rest of the day you have free. If you have questions, come to me. In the meantime, look around the centre. Of course you can enjoy all the attractions: swimming, volleyball, football, everything what you will find. The whole area is at your disposal. You can go now.- People started to get up from their places- I’ll see you tomorrow, in front of the main entrance, also at nine. Your homework is to work on the style and come up with a nickname- She smiled at us widely- Have a nice day, Killjoys.-What do you think about all of it?- Y/N asked few hours later, when we were all sitting in the canteen, lazily taking food out of cans.  BL controlled even what we were eating. Idiots.- These guns sound … wow. Amazing…- She said appreciatively. Some hair agreed with her, nodding. I leaned back in my chair, crossing my legs. -I don’t know..- I said doubtfully- Guns … I do not think they give us real guns…- - And why not?- Brandon asked, looking at me like an idiot.- We have to fight with them. We are not going to beat them by showing them our drawing or playing guitar- He laughed           -Stop- I snapped- You would be able to kill a man? -Draculoids are not people, and you know that- Tae said- But I agree with you, it is easy to kill anyone. -It sounds to me more and more like a fucking, suicide mission- I heard Kookie who was sitting next to Taehyung- The longer im here, the more I gain certainty that he would never return home. -You are right…- Minji murmured- Better Living probably soon will know all about us and…they might kill us…Thats got it will end- She throw her legs on the table- But I’m staying here anyway- She said with determined voice- I have no home to go back. They killed my family… -Minji…- Y/N spoke gently, after a while of silence. -Shhhh, I just want you to know that Better Living kills people- She looked at us seriously  and then he stared at me- So yes, Jimin, I think I’d be able to kill Draculoid -If you put it that way…-I murmured -YESSS!!!- Eunji scream with Joohyun- We will Destroy Better Living, they have no chance with us!! Will kill Korse? -YESS!!!- Everybody were busy screaming some random slogan. Only me and Y/N we quiet.  

Should I continue this story?