#it pisses me off sm now that they trying to act like nothing happened at all

[tired-twili]

Venting bcs what is social lifes man

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

helloo darling ❤️❤️ saw that ur requests were open sooooo could u please do a tangerine x reader where reader is also a contract killer and her and the twins keep bumping into eachother on missions and she somehow is always faster than them, which obv infuriates tangerine sm

there’s always been that weird energy between them where they “hate” each other but the sexual tension is DEFINITELY there

so they bump in this one mission where it’s somewhere fancy, but when tangerine bumps into her she’s FUMING and storming out of the place or something cuz her partner for that job keeps hitting on her (to the point where it makes her uncomfortable and MAD) instead of focusing on their job

so when tangerine sees her he starts off like not u again.. but when he sees her angry state he just stfu and follows her like hey what happened

and he gets mad and maybe punches her job partner??? but it ends with smut and being able to free all the tension they had

hii honey!! love love it, but really sorry, no smut in this one - it was getting too long and wasn’t able to squeeze it in. thank you for requesting, hope you like it 💌 apologies for the slight delay

MEET AGAIN

tangerine x fem!reader

word count. 859

warnings. tiny tiny mention of blood and violence

Whenever you'd see The Twins during separate missions, you were sure to be in and out before they had time to catch up. Every encounter would be a game of cat and mouse, with you several steps ahead. 

Until one day, your paths cross with The Twins for the umpteenth time, and instead of you being ahead like usual, you find yourself in the lurk, far behind them in completing your mission. 

You and your partner had been assigned to a fancy event to stake out some rich, morally-crappy person -always the way- and instead of doing your job, you spent the majority of the evening pushing your drunken partner off your shoulder, shushing him for his slurred attempts to hit on you. You found it utterly unprofessional and distasteful - not only were you on high alert for yourself, but now you also had to babysit an intoxicated sleazeball who wouldn't leave you alone.

"Get off," you grit out with a slight smile, acting nonchalant around the swarm of patrons. "I'll break it," you add, snatching his hand away from your waist.

He makes a whiney coo sound, reaching back for your arm. "Don't be like that."

You elbow him, knocking yourself into his ribs until you're free from his grasp and then walk away casually - adjusting your dress as if nothing happened. You spot the balcony and head right for it, wanting some fresh air after being smothered for most of the night.

As you make your way over, you walk past him again- one of The Twins strolling in the opposite direction. 

"Not you again," Tangerine mutters, eyes lazily taking you in.

Instead of entertaining his comments like usual, you continue walking ahead, far too pissed to remain reasonable with an enemy. He opens his mouth to say something but snaps it shut, following after you without another word.

He follows you to the empty balcony, uneasy eyes watching you as you shudder and mumble to yourself, pacing around uncomfortably. 

"What's goin' on?" he asks, his tone concerned. "What's got you all riled up?"

"God," you shiver, rolling your shoulders back, attempting to rid your partner's unwarranted touch. "What a dick," you continue muttering, oblivious to Tangerine's questioning. 

"Who?" he asks, interrupting your thoughts, his eyes boring at you. "Whose the dick? What did they do?"

You softly groan and halt your movements, turning to face him. "My partner got drunk," you shrug, face grimacing. "So unprofessional."

"Did he try anything?" he asks, speaking possesively, his eyes looking past you, searching through the glass door ahead.

You sigh, practically shivering at the thought. "Wouldn't get his hands off me."

"And he's still here?" 

"Yeah," you reply hesitantly, watching him storm away the second the confirmation leaves your lips. "Don't do anything, though. Leave it— it's fine," you call out, trying to stop him.

You chase after Tangerine, watching from behind the speed of how he stalks up to your partner, sneaking past people until you can no longer see him. You hear a swarm of gasps and push past the crowd to get to the middle, seeing your partner splayed out on the floor with a bloody nose and busted-up cheek.

You spot the back of Tan as he casually walks away, and you immediately rush over to him, tugging on his arm, halting him to catch your breath. 

"You didn't have to hit him," you breathe out, looking into his narrow, displeased eyes.

"The prick had it coming," he dismisses. "Never liked him anyway."

"Me neither," you laugh, watching his gaze melt under your attention. "I'll help get you cleaned up," you offer, nodding to his knuckle.

You slip your arm into his and lead him to the back with the vacant bathrooms, guiding him towards the sinks, where you help by rinsing the blood. You hold his palm carefully in yours, splashing speckles of water over the soon-to-be bruise, letting the water coat his wounded fist. 

His gaze never leaves yours, watching you intently as you help mend and clean him up. It panged at his heart to see you so gentle with him - to help someone who isn't on your side, your enemy. He's always wanted to see this side of you, but with your jobs constantly getting in the way, there's never been a chance to talk freely - to say more than five snarky words.

You lightly tap tissue over his knuckles, drying the droplets as you finally meet his eyeline - holding your own under his focused attention. 

His gaze darts over your face, flickering between your lips and eyes, looking like he was battling with himself. He slips his hand from your grasp and slides it up to cup your cheek - holding the side of your face as he brings you towards him. He meets you halfway, brushing his lips over yours, kissing you slow and sweet - like he was trying to savour you. 

He pulls away to look you in the eye, his own half-lidded and lazy, a smile slowly creeping on. "Should've done that months ago," he murmurs, thumbing over your cheek. 

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[tomurasmoleunderhislip]

~Dabi as ex boyfriend + he finds out that reader is now with Tomura years later~

-Mix of crack, angst and fluff 🦇

- Trigger warning: opinion

Also this is headcanon/short fic writing. + Ignore grammar mistakes

~This idea popped up on my mind after I wrote recently how people destroyed his characher for me so it's kind of combined to this, and self inserted but it's for everyone so yeah~

You=• Dabi=•

✧*。 E n j o y ✧*。

Let's say we were in relationship for about two years since I used to love him sm and admire him for like two years, I think it makes sense? At least to me.

Our relationship would be actually pretty good since we are kinda similar. It would be so chaotic, fun, funny, cute/hot all at same time. Later on it would fade away slowly and we would be more like good friends than lovers?

The way I picture what would our break up look like, I find it honestly hilarious, and of course a little sad. We would break up because we fell out of love, and we would meet up somewhere to talk about it

It would be something like:

"Hey, can we meet up in nearby park?" He sent a text message

"Yeah sure, why? It sounds like we have to talk about something serious, what is it?"

"It's about our relationship yeah"

"Alright I'll be there in a minute"

~Later on, when we meet up finally:

"Honestly those last three/two months seemed more like...um more like a friendship than relationship"

"Yeah, agree. We became less affectionate towards eachother.

I fell out of love not gonna lie, I'm sorry"

S i l e n c e

"Damn shit, me too"

"...."

"Damn"

"Damn..."

-again silence, than quiet snorting was coming out of both of us as we avoided eye contact 💀💀💀-

"...So break up? I mean, we can be still good friends"

"Um, I guess so and of course."

"Yeah not all exes now have to be enemies after all"

"I agree with you, I honestly want to keep up our... bond but as friendship, you know what I mean."

"Seems fine"

"Yea"

......

"Yeah"

It was pretty awkward, we would stand there staring at eachother with serious expressions which turned out minute later into trying not to smile and burst into laughter

"So McDonald's and cigarettes at roof top?"

"Fuck yea"

We would be so chill about it, and act like nothing happened since we're both pretty careless 💀💀💀

Dabi doesn't seem to me as some type of yandere, he doesn't give a shit. I find it funny when people automatically assume if characher is villain, they're all yandere now. Some people think he would murder his ex/lover, I agree and disagree at same time because it would depend.

Like I think I can picture him killing his lover/ex only if they cheated behind his back and was still in relationship with him anyway. He would be so pissed off and kill both, his lover/ex and person they cheated on him with. But I'm talking about good relationship now, not something toxic so, I can picture him after breaking up with partner which he had fine relationship with, he would be friends with them for sure. And just continue on but as friends. Sure Dabi can be asshole and prick sometimes, but in loving way too depending on a person.

Not only that, but I can also imagine him missing all that kinda, he's touch starved. He was never loved like that so it wouldn't be surprising. And I feel like he would later develop feelings again or maybe even still have them without realizing since he's not best with emotions and feelings, but that small spark which would later grow slowly. He would try to play it off for sure, ignore it, try not to think about it.

But it became impossible, he can't help but feel a bit stabbed in chest, and he would rather die and eat his own hand than admitting it for sure, so he goes on killing spree, burning random shit 💀 and probably get drunk when these kind of thoughts won't stop.

Dabi wouldn't want to ruin our friendship now, he wouldn't want me to feel uncomfortable around him because he still feels like that a little, and he assumed that I probably moved on completely now and he doesn't want to risk it. There's no going back, it's been years after all.

Two years later after our breakup, I ended up with Tomura, and when Dabi would find out about it, he wouldn't believe at first but than later he felt like his stomach dropped, and like he'll black out or something.

He would be definitely mad and jealous about it, and also a bit heartbroken because he was planning after years to ask me what I think of getting back together but it seems like it's too late now.

But he wouldn't do anything about it, because it's better that I'm with someone I'm happy with, and actually feel like that towards to. Even if it hurts, if I'm happy, than he's happy for me too. That doesn't mean he wouldn't stop with making fun of Tomura.

So like, you know I can imagine his reaction like, bawling his eyes out, jaw on floor and first thing he would say is: WHAT.?!? DON'T SHIT.. HIM? OUT OF EVERYONE ELSE?!? THAT MOTHERFUCKER HAS FEELINGS?!? CRUSTY FOUND SOMEONE??! Money will start falling off the sky. And he would laugh while saying it definitely, and joke around like: You replaced me with THAT?!? Later on he'd say he's joking, he doesn't want to go way too far with making fun of my boyfriend 💀💀💀💀 I don't know, this just sounds like Dabi.

And yeah, him and Tomura would definitely give eachother death glares/stares, even insult eachother and argue, probably would also almost or actually end up in fight if they go too far with insulting lol.

Now for Tomura, he doesn't like Dabi, he finds him really annoying and sees him as asshole of course, he hates it but at the same time doesn't mind that I'm good friends with him just as long as he doesn't get too touchy with me it's all fine. He thinks it would be stupid if he wouldn't let me be friends with Dabi, because I'm the one that chooses who to be friends with and hang out with. Tomura can get a little jealous too, can't help but overthink sometimes about it, but he trusts me and knows we won't do anything stupid.

Dabi can't help but stare from far away quietly when he would see us together. He would be so jealous and secretly in pain and probably leave later. He would be also a little protective, but that's his older brother instict he would go like: he better not break your heart, or hurt you in any way.

But he is really happy and grateful that we're good friends even after we broke up, he really doesn't want to destroy our friendship and my relationship with Tomura. I just know he would be understanding, even though it will take him more time to move on.

Hope I don't get attacked for this💀

[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

another helping of living w/ bakugou thoughts:

pls i am so sorry, i feel like i bombard y’all with these constantly, but u don’t understand, he literally lives in my brain full time

- if you’re rolling your sleeves up, to wash your hands before dinner, he’ll whack your hands away and do it himself. very much “you’re takin’ too long, idiot. i wanna eat already. let me do it.”,, don’t be fooled tho, you could do it in 2.5 seconds and he’d still open his mouth. bc it has absolutely nothing to do with u and everything to do with him wanting to be close to you

-ik he watches the mha equivalent of the history channel. i just know it. dude is a grandpa at heart, n im so confident he would 100% sit down and watch a 3 hr docu on like, old weaponry or some nerdy shit

-bakugou is annoyingly arrogant, but only about things that don’t matter. like, he’ll fully sit in front of you and tell you he’s stronger/faster/smarter in passing conversation,, but when he does actually impressive shit??? the man clams up. absolutely clams up the second you praise him, trying to brush off whatever ridiculous feat he just pulled to protect u with a “It’s not that big a deal, shut up about it already, dumbass.” 

- pls mans is an absolute simp. u ask him to do something and he’s on his feet in a second. ofc he’s complaining but he’s also then following that up by doing things you didn’t even ask him to do. fan behavior honestly.

-when you’ve had a bad day, he’ll make u food and throw blankets in the dryer for u. don’t expect much verbal comforting from him, bc obviously, but he’s pretty good with actions. you always feel a little warmer after he’s wrapped you in a blanket n fed you something ungodly spicy

- i have absolutely no basis for this but ik he secretly watches kids movies. like, if it’s animated then he’s there. ofc no one is allowed to find out about this ‘embarrassing’ behavior tho, except maybe you. maybe. if you accidentally happen to see it bc he’d never tell u himself.

- he’s a beast to wake up in the morning, but he’s a lot more easy to convince if u pet his hair. or rub his back/shoulders. maybe even kiss his neck. look, u cannot tell me that he doesn’t want to be absolutely coddled in the morning- especially when he can get away with it so easily. 

-bakugou always pulls ur legs into his lap if u sit down next to him. pls he’s so weird, he’ll just like, tap his fingers on ur calves absentmindedly while he’s watching tv

-he probably created a playlist of songs ur ‘allowed’ to play around him. meaning, it’s only the songs on ur phone that he likes 🙄

-bakugou always takes his work phone calls outside. like if his phone rings he’ll just stand up n walk tf out the door to take it. even if it’s cold. u ask him once about it n he just “Work stays at work. This is my fuckin’ home. Now shut up about it already.”

-you’ve never once seen this man wearing socks around the house. don’t ask me, i cannot explain this whatsoever, but i just kno this man walks around constantly barefoot 🤢🤮 unfortunately.

-he’s like, the most functional person ever in almost every aspect, but the stuff katsuki is bad at?? pls he is hopelessly bad. like, lets say art stuff. omg he just doesnt have the patience for it, okay, so say goodbye to any dreams of cute lil couple’s crafts. like, he’ll sit there while u do yours, but his will look like utter shit

- during the week, katsuki is either at work, training, or at home. pls, he works so hard during the day that i highly doubt he’s anything but an absolute homebody during the work week.

- bakugou gets pissy if u re-arrange any of the furniture on a whim. pls he likes comfort and familiarity n if he stubs his toe on the stupid coffee table one more fucking time, he’s going to scream

-its a rare occurance,, especially bc of the crazy hours he works,, but bakugou rlly likes making dinner for u to come home to. he just likes to feel like he’s taking care of u tbh

-he still goes to bed at like 8:30. or thats what u think, but rlly he just goes to sit in your room and have some time to himself for a bit. as much as he loves u, he prob still needs some alone time to recharge

-bakugou takes meticulous care of any plants u have in the house. like he’ll water them on a strict-ass schedule, n preen them when necessary. pls the way he’ll curse them out if they even dare to wilt under his care?? very much “What the hell, you bitch? ‘m doin’ everything fuckin’ perfect! Grow already!”

-katsuki is such a little bitch when he’s sick. he’ll be running like a 103 temp, brain literally melting, and still trying to get up and work out. the only way u can get him to chill the hell out is if u take a nap with him. ofc that means u always get sick too,, but hey- lil sacrifices right??

-he never lets you get the door. like, if there’s a knock n neither of u knows who it could be,, pls he’s on his feet so fast. waving u away n looking thru the keyhole w/ sm suspicion

-he has his spot on the couch, n u will not find him sitting anywhere else. like, that’s his spot. u better pray for anybody who mistakenly takes it

-bakugou doesn’t like dirt or grime, so he won’t allow you or himself, to sit on your bed with clothes that have been outside. like, even if you’re just sitting on top of the covers, he’s gonna throw a fit and demand you change your clothes first bc “No way in hell am I gonna let your dumbass dirty up my bed.”

-katsuki rlly likes when it storms outside. he’ll go sit in front of the window and watch the rain, sipping on a warm drink while he waits for more thunder. 

-living with bakugou is incredibly frustrating, bc he’ll just show up with new skills all of the goddamn time. like you’ll be like, “hmm i’d love to remodel the bathroom someday”,, and the very next weekend bakugou is meticulously re-tiling the bathroom floor by hand, probably also painting the walls in a new color, maybe even installing a new sink just to spruce it up. n then he’ll just present the entirely new, upgraded room with such weird nonchalance that it pisses u off. pls and if you watch him while he does these little projects, with all the weird precision and skill he suddenly gains?? pls you’re sure he must be possessed by the ghost of a craftsman

- when he hangs out with the bakusquad, he’ll drag you along every time. he expects you to sit with him the entire time and act as a social buffer?? basically, someone’ll ask him a question, one he deems stupid and therefore not worth answering, and bakugou will just look at you expectantly. he’ll just stare at you blankly, hardly even blinking until you pick up the slack and answer for him. you call him out on this many times, but it doesn’t matter. it doesn’t change anything. he does this over and over and over again

-bakugou gets really unsettled when you guys fight. like, he can’t sleep and he’s snapping at everybody, and is somehow more aggressive than usual. he always wants to just make up already, but the pride in the way won’t allow it

-he’s a weird stickler about intended furniture functionality?? like, the table is for eating, and the couch is for watching tv, and then only way you’re gonna get him to mix the two is if you ask him rlly rlly nicely

-finally- i have no basis for this one, but ik it in my heart: bakugou has a very intense fight with your thermostat nearly every single day. he swears up and down that it never ‘behaves’ for him, but every time you check it, it’s working perfectly fine

--/-- 

ahahhaa sorry y’all for the super random spam today,, but here were are back to our regularly scheduled bakugou programming,,,, bc idk if it’s obvious ur honor, but i love him

[k3rm1e]

heyo!! i was wondering if you would mind writing hc’s for a reader who just had a major accomplishment but their parents don’t really congratulate them or anything, and then philza celebrates with them instead and tells reader how proud he is. i kinda want some dadza comfort rn :’) anyway, thank you sm!! have a great day <3

accomplishments

heyo!! i was wondering if you would mind writing hc’s for a reader who just had a major accomplishment but their parents don’t really congratulate them or anything, and then philza celebrates with them instead and tells reader how proud he is. i kinda want some dadza comfort rn :’) anyway, thank you sm!! have a great day <3

hello anon! i’m sorry i took a while to answer this. i went a bit off track with this and got A LOT more angsty, so i’m really sorry about that. If you want me to make a much more fluffier or mellowed-out version, i’d be happy to. please, read the trigger warnings before reading this.

i don’t plan on writing more angst-y things like this, especially not this angsty, so don’t worry. once again, please, if you would like me to rewrite this into a less emotional version i’d be happy to

cw: swearing

tw: talk of god and the church, slight manipulation, repetition of words

accomplishments:

  holy shit. you were in disbelief. a state of shock. one million twitch followers. one. million. followers. you were silent. shock can have many effects on a person. some scream and laugh out of joy, or a misplaced sense of mania. others cry, because they cannot handle it. some remain confused, because their brains are unable to conceptualize the event. you were silent.

  what should you do? would a “thank you” tweet be good enough or would it come off as insincere? should you wait to stream? or would that make people feel you didn’t care because you took so long? through the anxiety you could feel the true realization that you now had one million followers. like a truck, you were hit with the most excited feeling ever. getting up, you jumped around your room. you spun and jumped and cheered and whooped and yelled and smiled and danced and were overflowing with joy, with the acknowledgement that you had done it, you had really fucking done it. 

  opening the window above your desk, without a single fuck, you screamed. “WHOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! FUCK YEAH!!!!!!” let’s just hope your neighbors don’t wake up.

  you stayed up all night, celebrating. tweeting out a thank you, you received congratulations from your fans and friends while you talked with the people in your discord vcs.

  in the morning, your mother and father had woken up. with a newfound determination, you ran downstairs. streaming was your passion and you wanted to tell the world what you had done. but, because of limitations, your mother was your metaphorical world.

  “mom! mom! mom! mother, mother, mumther!!” you shouted, dashing down the stairs, tripping over your feet. stupid wood flooring and slidy socks.

  from your place at the bottom of the stairs, you heard her sigh, “yes, sweetie?”

  you bounded over to her, setting your arms on the kitchen counter. from the hallway you could see your dad, who was sitting on the couch drinking his sunday morning coffee. “mom! guess what?” without giving her time to respond, you shouted, “i hit one million follows on twitch! one freaking million!”.

  your mother didn’t seem as enthusiastic as you. “is that why you were causing such a ruckus last night? and, watch your mouth, even though ‘freaking’ isn’t a ‘true’ curse, i don’t want you swearing. especially not on the lord’s day. i couldn’t fathom going to church everyday, only to allow you to have a mouth like that.” she continued to stare at her work papers.

  “oh, uh, okay mother. dad? did you hear me? i hit one million on twitch.” you awkwardly turned your head over to your father.

  “she’s right, you know that, don’t you sweetie?” your father stood up, and made his way into the kitchen. “language like that, it’s shameful. surely, we don’t need you to have a private session with father paulson, do we?” your dad stood next to your mother, rubbing her back as he stared at you.

  “no, no, of course not. um, i’m gonna go upstairs now.” you turned around, wishing you could simply disappear.

  “without breakfast? are you truly that upset with us? we can’t have you ending up like those people, committing sinful acts and going to hell. god would never forgive you. we’re already taking a risk allowing you to stream, putting yourself out there.”

  both your mother and father stared at you. your blood felt like ice in your veins. the white walls of your house seemed so much brighter, yet duller at the same time. everything felt a white-pure-pink-orange. your breathing got uneasy. choppy. in, out, out, in, in, in, out, in, in, out, out for different increments of time. 5, 3, 2, 7, 10, 9, 6, 4, 1, 6, 8, seconds, over and over and over.

  “we just wanna protect you, dear. we love you, don’t you get that?” your mother stared at you.

  you felt like a scene in those movies. the ones that directly cater to teens who thought their lives were shit when in reality they just hadn’t grown up enough to make sense of something yet. were you one of those teens? or is this actually wrong. you don’t think it is, but you don’t talk to others about this. family matters stay in the family was a common phrase repeated in your household. the church was family, they could know. your mother and father, they could know. others, they must not know, never know.

  “of course, mother, father.” you wanted to force yourself to speak, but syllables were incapable of getting past your lips. your mouth was full of peanut butter from the sandwiches served in your elementary school cafeteria. but, the partly frozen chocolate milk always washed it down. “of course. i love you guys too. love you.” you smiled, a disgusting smile that felt violating to exist on your face, violating, violating, violating.

  you dashed up the stairs, to your room, up, up, up. running in, you wanted to slam the door, scream out the window, puch your pillow, smash your pc, cry, whatever you could do to get out your emotions. but instead, you lightly shut your door and slowly walked over to your desk chair to see who was online. you would go live later. it was only 5 AM, after all. they could wait. at least, you hoped they could.

  opening discord, just to see what everyone was doing, you saw philza minecraft was online. you went over and messaged him, ‘phil. philza. philza minecraft. vc please?’ in response, you received a short, ‘sure m8, gimme a minute’ you waited, until you heard the noise confirming he had joined.

  “good morning phil.” your energy from before had receded back into the confines of your chest. the prior excitement was gone and replaced with a feeling of fatigue.

  “morning mate, how are you? congrats on the one mill!” phil sounded excited, happy for you. you smiled, chuckling a bit.

  “i’m alright man, just tired. how are you? and, thanks for the congrats.” you smiled, feeling the fatigue set in.

  “i’m good. but you, you don’t sound very good. couldn’t sleep, could ya’? that was how i was when i hit one mill. way too excited to sleep.”

  “yeah. yeah, i’m just tired.” you were getting a bit too tired to talk. the day had barely started, and yet the full-body emotional exhaustion had set.

  “‘just tired’? the hell happened kid?” phil’s voice sounded concerned. fuck. the last thing you wanted to do was worry him. he had his own life and you had already caused enough trouble today.

  “it’s nothing big phil, seriously. just my parents.” there, a slight bit of information. family matters still within the family, just a few words.

  “they being shitbirds? or are you lying, and something big did happen?” he was being inquisitive, which was dangerous. questions were dangerous.

  “no, why would i lie?” his inquisitiveness would continue, you knew. so you spilled the metaphorical beans. “they just, just weren’t as supportive as i’d wished they were when i told them. i was really psyched, y’know? and them, just sort of, not giving a shit? i don’t know man, it just feels bad.”

  “i get you. it’s shit, when people don’t care about your accomplishments. my parents never really saw streaming as a true profession in the beginning, which led to shit like you describing. i promise it gets better though, even if it feels like shit now. and, for what it’s worth, i’m proud of you.”

  “it’s fine phil, you don’t need to try to make me feel better. i’m okay, seriously.” you didn’t need or want his pity. accepting it would feel patronizing.

  “no, you need to understand that i’m not fucking around. one million is a big fuckin’ thing, especially for you who hasn’t been streaming all that long to achieve. it’s fucking amazing, mate. be proud of yourself, for christ’s sake.” his fake anger chimed through your headphones. even though you were being berated, you still felt better.

  “thank you, phil. i needed that.”

  “your welcome, mate. and look, anytime your parents are being shit, don’t try to hold it all in. call me, or wil, or someone, okay? don’t hold that shit in.”

  you fake sighed, just to piss him off. “okayyyyyy….”

  “good. now, go take a nap or some shit. i love you, kid.”

  “love you too, dadza.” this time, your words didn’t feel forced. the smile on your face wasn’t violating, but an invitation to better times. it would be alright. okay.

[f1nalboys]

Anon asked:

Hi I was wondering if you could do headcannons for the slashers finding child reader and seeing some marks on their bodies that means they've been abused by their guardian or parent? And maybe slashers being the reader's new guardian and parent? You can add fluff in this if you like.

Hi, thank you sm for the request! I had such a good time writing this lol, just imagining some of them as parents was *chefs kiss* I hope you enjoy this! (And, if you or anyone reading this is dealing with abuse, please call or text the hotline * and remember you are strong, brave, and do not deserve what is happening. <3 )

*This hoteline is only for the U.S states and Canada, but please don’t be afraid to search up the hotline for where you are or to tell someone you trust!

WARNINGS: implication of abuse

MICHAEL (RZ)

‘What is this gremlin and why are they around me?’

Honestly would be treating you like a pest as a first instinct, he doesn't really get why you're around him in the first place like where are your parents…

I mean once he loses you he's gonna follow you around because he needs to know who you belong to lol 

During his little stalking hours he starts to recognise his own behavior that he exhibited in his childhood to yours and he gets this sick feeling in his stomach

When he sees your guardian he is immediately filled with rage because he knows exactly why you're doing the things you were

He is killing whoever it is that very night he doesnt care whos around of the chances of him being caught

There’s a 50/50 chance of him taking you in himself. I really think it’ll depend on your age and how you act, you know? Michael isn’t going to want to or be able to take care of a toddler or kid in a way he sees fit so he's just going to drop you off at a neighbors house 

Now if you’re older and more reserved/independent he might be more willing to watch over you but I still think it would be really hard for him to do so

As long as you’re in Haddonfield though he’ll be checking in on you and just making sure you're alright and safe

Boogieman got your back basically

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher

‘Why is this unattended child out at night and why are they hanging out around us?’

They’re psychopaths not assholes, they’re gonna try and help you lol

They’re surprisingly good with kids, especially Stu, so you’re immediately comfortable around them

Billy is the first to notice your behavior and any bruises and immediately connects the dots. He’s had his fair share of bruises and knows exactly how you got them

Once he starts asking questions, Stu will catch on and get just as mad as Billy, if not more so.

They both have already come to the same conclusion: whoever did it to you is not going to be surviving the night

Take you to Stu’s parents house (who welcome you with open arms and doted on you) and leave for an ‘errand’

Gone for a few hours and when they come back (they made sure to stop and get you some snacks) they let you know that you're safe now

When they take you to the police station in the morning they promise to make sure you’re alright and Stus parents offer to foster you (they’re going to adopt you don’t worry)

Big brother Stu and Uncle Billy :,)

Thomas Hewitt

Personally I think they have a strict no children policy (they’ll kill them if need be but they try to make sure it never comes to that) but Tommy and Luda Mae are very strict enforcers of this rule because if Hoyt had his way it wouldn’t matter what age you were; food is food

The moment Thomas sees you being hurt in any capacity he is going straight to his mother to tell her and lets just say Luda Mae is pissed

Thomas becomes a protective older brother to you, Luda Mae is acting like your mom, and Hoyts your weird Uncle but Tommy make sure he isn’t too harsh on you lol

Your abuser is staying alive until Thomas knows exactly what they did to you because he’s going to return it tenfold

Hoyt would bug you about getting revenge but Tommy really wouldn't want you to do so because you’re a kid, you shouldnt be exposed to that sort of thing (he knows eventually you’ll have to learn about the family business but he wants to stop that from happening for as long as possible)

If you say you want to, though, he’ll be with you every step of the way

He is going to teach you sign language you don’t know it because he wants to talk to you and let you know everything is alright now

Found family at its core babey

Sinclair Brothers

Lesters the first one who notices. He saw what happened with Bo growing up and seeing how you were acting when you were in the car, shrinking into yourself, he got angry

And when Lester is angry, he is angry… the man is hard to piss off so when Bo sees him pull into town with you in there and sees his face he knows something happened

God, speaking of Bo, he was furious. It took so much willpower to not kill your abuser right then and there

Bo is good with kids, i don't care what anyone says, he’s cracking jokes and letting them look at the car’s engine with him, stuff like that

Made sure you didn’t see or hear what happened with your abuser but will introduce you to Vincent (who might be more inclined to show you his face if you think his mask is scary) and he lets Vincent know that these people aren’t to become statues under any circumstance

He tells you the people you were with left and that they apologized for what they did and he doesn’t think you believe him but you seemed so relieved he didn’t want to tell you the truth

Most likely to take you to the next town over to the police station to get you somewhere safe because he and Vincent agreed that it wouldn't be safe for you in Ambrose

But if you begged enough to stay Vincent would convince Bo that it’d be alright

No matter how much Bo grumbles about you being there, eating him out of house and home, he’s actually pretty happy you're around because he can be a father figure to you (even if it scares him half to death)

Vincent will teach you how to sculpt (obviously not with humans, maybe when you're older if they ever tell you (or when you inevitably find out))

Cool Uncle Lester teaches you about bones and lets you ride around in the truck with him

Jason Voorhees

Witnesses it during his daily rounds around the camp  and neither he (or Mrs. Voorhees) is happy

Kills them then and there; there is 0 hesitation, he lowkey forgets you're even there and that you’re witnessing it 

When he notices you he feels so bad and actually feels worse when you seem to be happy they’re gone

Is afraid you're going to be scared of him because all he wanted to do was protect you but he’ll try and explain to you through sign language or through writing into the dirt with a stick

Actually wants you to stay in the camp with him so he can watch over you but has no hard feelings about you going back to civilization (he doesn’t even know how he’d be as a father)

Obviously he can't go and drop you off somewhere because he’s literally s zombie lol but he will go as far as he can to make sure you get somewhere safely

Worries about you even weeks after you’ve left, like how are you doing? Are you with someone trustworthy? Do you remember him?

If you stay, however, he is gonna be the best god damn dad ever, if not a bit overprotective

You’re not allowed to leave the designated area he’s ropped off outside of the cabin because god forbid some campers stumble across you

Tiffany Valentine

We all know my wife has no qualms about killing kids but she’s way too sympathetic once she figures out what's going on with you

Meet your new goth mom! She’s great!

She is the most qualified out of all of the slashers to take care of a kid regardless of the age (I mean, remember Glen/Glenda and how accepting she was? How much she cares for her kid?)

She’s killing your abuser without a single care in the world, she’s not wasting any time either. She lets you know you’re safe with her and that nothing will ever hurt you again

Get ready to be pampered; she is treating you to everything you could ever want. You won’t be spoiled, of course, but you’re going to be comfortable

You will be the most well-adjusted kid being taken care of by a slasher (maybe losing to Billy and Stu but that’s just because of Stu’s parents) so congrats for that!

[angelicmichael]

my mind forgets to remind me - you're a bad idea w andy 😳👉👈

A/N: Thank u sm for sending this!! You had no idea how happy this made me to write :’) I’m sorry it took me a min tho lmao. The prompt is from Eva’s taylor swift prompt list 😌, but also - I tried to make this fluffy but there is some angst 🤐 actually a lot of angst.. I’m so sorry djdjd. The dynamic /overall relationship is very much like my other Andy fic ngl.. which I wanted to point out haha. This is also probably the most unedited thing ive ever uploaded so plz dont judge my writing too harshly 😭 Otherwise enjoy! <3

Warnings: kinda slow burn?, pining, angstt, Hedwig slander, brief conflict, some fluff hehe, friends to lovers, jealous! reader

You heard the rumors.

Andy Dolan was with Hedwig.

To be completely honest; even without the rumors it was painfully obvious how much truth those words had behind them.. You saw how they acted together. How Andy’s eyes, which were normally filled with torment, finally got some light to them whenever he looked at her; how he was so careful to never disagree with a single fucking word she said or demand she made.. happy to oblige as long as it meant she was his and wouldn’t leave him.

It made you sick.

You hated the kind of person Andy Dolan was making you become.. Seeing your best friend with someone like Hedwig, so selfish and narrow minded made you beyond pissed. But regardless; anger wasn’t the main emotion that you felt when you were with Andy. That was only a result of seeing him with someone else.. someone who wasn’t you.

Trying to deny your feelings was redundant but so was the obvious truth; that he was with Hedwig.

It was something that even though you were nearly positive was certain, you were terrified to confront him over. You were scared that you would finally be the one he would take his anger out on.. He would finally get tired of seeing you and entertaining your prescience when he had no real reason too.

After all; you knew why he commonly enjoyed the presence of Women.. and now that he was taken, you weren’t needed.

Simple as that.

Or that’s what you feared, anyway. That wasn’t actually reality.

Andy Dolan (to your surprise) invited you over for the night.. something that you really thought nothing of until you saw him.

He looked serious; something that was not uncharacteristic of him but it still kept you on edge. Perhaps because you were waiting for him to speak.. wanting desperately to know why Andy had chosen to call you and not Hedwig.

“I’m sorry for calling you over so late,” He started.

He avoided eye contact.. pacing around his room as he stood over currently one of his nightstands.. you sat on his bed - paranoia still clouding your fair judgement.

“It’s okay,” you said.. even though it really wasn’t.

You wanted him to turn around. To make eye contact with you and to tell you directly why exactly he had chosen to call you over, because that reason was starting to become painfully obvious.

“I just couldn’t sleep,” He turned around, his gaze slowly averting from the floor to meet yours. You struggled to see whether he was actually looking at you or not since the lights were off - leaving the two of you in a completely dark room.

You stayed silent for a moment - quietly calculating what you wanted to say next and how you wanted to say it.

Was it insomnia that kept him up?? Nightmares?? And why wasn’t he calling Hedwig or some other girl to help him with this issue?

Why you?

Why now?

“Andy.. since when did you ever have insomnia?” You confronted him carefully.

His eyes, which finally started to come into focus, peered up at you almost in a guilty manner.. as if you had caught him straight in a lie.

You were scared of being too direct at first. Scared that you would set him off and he would ‘force’ you to leave and that would be that.. Because even though being next to Andy was torture; being next to him like this.. in the dark, late at night with no one else around where you two could just talk.. was all that you ever wanted, as corny as it kinda sounded.

“You think I’m lying?” He bit back.

“I never said that, I just.. I don’t know why you would choose to call me instead of someone else-“

“I can’t call Hedwig for everything, (y/n). She only likes to stick around when she’s getting paid,” He says with a snort.

You bit your lip when you heard him say her name.. ‘Hedwig’. He knew exactly what you were getting at.

Fuck.

You wanted to apologize for being irrational and for jumping to conclusions but you didn’t. Apologizing felt wrong in this situation.. this wasn’t about you.

“How did you know I meant Hedwig?” You inquired wholeheartedly.

You could now make out the entire dim outline of his body as he continued to stand by his nightstand, watching you for any sudden movements or - really movement at all.

It was completely unbeknownst to you but Andy felt terrified.

Anxiety was never a feeling he was ever completely unaccustomed too; the constant burden and paranoia of everyone he ever remotely liked leaving him was a reality he had to face more than twice.. perhaps even more now if he actually followed through on his plans tonight, with you.

The paralyzing fear he felt that only grew stronger with every step he took closer to you was nearly too much.. it threatened to consume him - nearly bringing tears to his eyes just at the mere thought of you leaving and rejecting him.

He never felt more fucking ridiculous and dramatic in his life.

“Why do you care so much about Hedwig? I sure don’t, She never gave a fuck about me.. not really. After all - there’s a reason I chose to call you.”

“Oh yeah? And what’s your reason?” You challenged.

You expected for him to recite some bullshit he didn’t really mean. Something to make the two of you feel a bit better about the current predicament you were in but, his next words were sweeter and softer than anything you were willing to anticipate.

Your breath caught in your throat as he slowly approached you. He was realistically only a few steps away but every step he took seemed to take a eternity.. like he couldn’t possibly get to you soon enough while simultaneously being too far away.

His steps continued until his feet bumped into yours - his sock covered feet accidentally bumping into your shoes.

Suddenly confused at the sudden accident.. you tilted your head up unexpectedly, before catching his gaze only briefly before you did the unthinkable.. pressing your lips to his in something that was just short of a rational decision.

You waited at first for him to pull away - scared to let yourself become fully swept away by the moment but.. it happened anyway.

Andy’s hands quickly touched your back as his lips started to move slowly and sweetly against yours. Seemingly savoring every moment he now had with you; one that perhaps he thought too, would never get a chance to experience.

You pulled away just before you felt him try to deepen the kiss even further. Only to take a deep, steady breath before leaning in once more. Not letting your brain necessarily control your movements anymore but rather letting your heart take over instead.

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The Abduction

Chapter Eight of Well, This is Awkward

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Rating: 18+, NSFW

Word Count: 4k+

Summary: Tom is back. Things take a very dark turn.

Warnings: Language, angst, violence, sexual assault/rape, somnophilia, MAJOR TRAUMA, kidnapping, escaping kidnapping, blood, miscarriage, some slight smut (not the good kind), soft!Dave

A/N: I’m putting a trigger warning for certain scenes. If you’re not comfortable with any of the major trauma listed in the warnings, please skip the parts between trigger warnings.

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You groaned as you opened your eyes, pain running through your entire body. You began to regain your senses as you took in where you were and what had happened. All you remembered was Tom’s voice as you were getting dressed in the York home and then nothing. You saw that you were in a dark room with a light in the corner as you looked around. You were seated in a chair, and you felt your hands were bound by rope. Your ankles were also bound as you tried to move your legs, and immense pain shot through you when you moved your lower body. How long had you been out for? You looked down at yourself and saw that you had clothing on but were barefoot.

At least I’m not naked, you thought, thankful that Tom had the foresight to at least dress you before bringing you to wherever you were. You thought about what was happening with Dave once he found you missing. You knew that he had your location through your phone and car but guessed that Tom probably ditched both of those things. Even with Dave’s endless resources, you knew it’d be a long shot if he found you, but you still hoped. You tried to steady your breathing in hopes of calming yourself down, knowing that now was not the time to panic. As you took a few deep breaths, you heard a door open and close, and then footsteps echo through the room. A dark figure stood just outside of the light and stared at you through the shadows before finally coming closer.

“Tom,” you spat out in disgust.

“Hey baby, did you miss me?” He asked. You bared your teeth at him as you tugged on your restraints. Tom shook his finger at you.

“Now now, babe. You hurt me the other day when that guy showed up. Who is he, new boyfriend? He’s a little old, don’t you think?” Tom taunted.

“Shut the fuck up!” you snapped at him.

“You don’t want to piss me off, baby,” Tom growled as he grabbed your chin and looked into your eyes. You felt fear creep inside of you, and you whimpered in his hold, trying to shake your head free. Tom pulled out a knife and held it up to the light, watching as the blade caught the light, and it seemed to twinkle.

“Tom, please,” you begged. Tom tutted at you.

“Now now, babe. I’d hate to have to use this on you,” he replied as he waved the knife in front of you. Your mind flashed with the last time he had a knife in front of you, and you froze. You remembered the pain, the dull ache of the blade plunging into your body, and the warmth of blood seeming out. You shook your head at the memory and narrowed your eyes at him. No, you weren’t going to give him any power over you again. You took a deep breath and looked him in the eye.

“I dare you to do it, Tom,” you taunted, hoping your confidence would throw him off. Tom looked at you and scoffed.

“Oh baby, I don’t want to end it so soon. Where’s the fun in that?” Tom said as he put the knife back into its sheath at his side. “I want to draw out our fun. I’m owed three years’ worth after all.” Your blood ran cold at his words.

Three years and then released for good behavior.

What a fucking joke.

“I owe you nothing,” you sneered back. Tom narrowed his eyes at you and bent down to your eye level.

“Baby, you owe me everything. You’re lucky I want to draw this out because either way, I plan to finish what I started,” he threatened as he stood up and walked away from you. You heard the slam of the door, and you broke down. You hoped that Dave would somehow find out where you were and get you, but if Carol were home by now, then he would have his hands full with her and forget about you. You sobbed harder at the thought that you were alone in Tom’s clutches, and nobody was coming to save you.

Dave was livid. He was already pissed and on edge when Carol got home, but when he looked at the camera feed to check on you several hours after Carol had left the house, he was taken back seeing you gone.

She couldn’t have left without me knowing, Dave thought as he rewound the feed. He felt his anger ignite at the image of a figure opening your window while you were in the shower and climbing in to hide in your closet. He felt his blood boil, watching the figure come up behind you and knock you out, amid getting dressed. His blood ran cold when he watched the figure undress and redress you before dragging your limp body out the window.

He changed the camera feed to the street and watched as the figure dumped you into the trunk and took off down the road. Dave was pissed. He was fuming, to the point where you might think there was steam coming out of his ears. He’d been so preoccupied with Carol that he didn’t even think to check on you. Granted, you were asleep last time he’d checked on you, but he’d been so distracted that Tom was able to sneak in and abduct you right under his roof. Oh no, Dave was beyond pissed; he was downright infuriated. Dave was ready to get his hands dirty. More than usual, at least. Dave picked up the phone and begrudgingly dialed Carol’s number.

“Carol, I need you to come back to the house to take care of the girls. Our fucking nanny has been kidnapped,” he angrily spat into the phone.

“What? What happened, Dave?!” Carol screeched into the phone. Dave held the phone away from his ear as not to go deaf from her outburst.

“I said, you need to come back to the house and be a goddamn mother to my daughters for once,” Dave spat. Carol grew silent and whimpered.

“Ok, I’m on my way,” she said. Dave replied with a grunt and hung up the phone, and dialed Resnik.

“Resnik, I need you to pull the street footage from the last day and look for Tom’s fucking car in the neighborhood. You were supposed to be on fucking top of this, and Tom came into my house and took her,” Dave seethed into the phone. “My own goddamn fucking house!” Resnik had been in charge of maintaining your security and safety but had clearly slipped up.

“On it,” Resnik replied. “Sorry, Dave.”

“You’ll be more than sorry if you don’t find out where he took her,” Dave replied angrily into the phone. Resnik gulped on the other end of the line before Dave hung up.

“FUCK!” he shouted as he kicked his desk. Dave was going to do whatever it took to find you. No matter what he had to do.

—TWO WEEKS LATER—

❗️TRIGGER WARNING❗

“Baby,” you heard groaned into your ear as you slowly awoke. You felt a weight on top of you, and you whimpered in pleasure. You were having such a good dream, and it felt so real. You dreamt that Dave was with you in bed, holding you close, before he decided to slide himself into your heat and claim you. It took you a moment to realize where you were and who exactly was on top of you. Your eyes bolted open with fear as you gazed into the eyes of Tom as he thrust back into you with a grunt.

“Oh, baby,” he said as he saw you’d opened your eyes and were awake. “You’re finally awake, baby.” Your throat tightened, and you lost your breath.

No.

No.

No.

This was not happening, you thought. You felt Tom’s hands on your thighs, spreading them further as he drilled into you. Tears began to stream down your face at the truth of what was happening. You felt dirty. Disgusted. Violated. You tried to push Tom off you, but he grabbed both your wrists and pinned them above your head.

“Now now, baby. Don’t be a bad girl. Just take it like a good girl, and it’ll all be over,” Tom jeered at you. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to disassociate yourself with this. Instead, you thought of Dave and of happier times.

“I don’t think so. Open your eyes,” Tom demanded as he slapped you with his free hand. Your cheek stung at the contact, and you gave in to his demand. The less you fought back; the less likely Tom would hurt you. You silently prayed that Dave would find you or Tom would just put you out of your misery.

Please, I just want it to be over.

  ❗️END TRIGGER❗

  —TWO MONTHS LATER—

It had been months now, that much you knew. You’d been trying to keep track of the days by how much light shined through under the door, but it was harder than you thought. You knew that people had probably thought you were long dead by now. You imagined your family having a funeral for you, your friends being there with them, and maybe even Dave and the girls. Your heart broke at the thought, but you’d run out of tears to shed. You’d run out of tears nearly a month ago when you realized that nobody was coming for you. Tom had told you himself a month ago that the news outlets had stopped posting your missing person poster and that the cops had stopped actively looking for you.

“I’m better off dead,” you said to yourself as you hugged your knees to your chest and cried. This was torture, and you knew that sooner or later, Tom would kill you anyway; you just knew that the sadistic bastard was going to draw it out for as long as he could.

—THREE WEEKS LATER—

You groaned as you threw up into the bucket for the fourth time today. This was the third day in a row that you’d thrown up, and you were exhausted. Tom had still visited you almost every night but was starting to treat you somewhat better than he had been. By that, you meant that he’d given you a little air mattress, thicker blankets and would now escort you to the bathroom for a shower once a week. It was better than how he’d been treating you before, but you knew he’d snap at any given moment. Despite how you acted around him, you still wished that he’d just end it all or that someone would somehow save you.

You hoped, but you knew that the chances were getting smaller and smaller with each passing day. Tom took great pleasure in reminding you that nobody would come looking for you if they hadn’t already. You sat back on the air mattress holding the blanket to you and tried to think of the days before Tom held you captive. You thought of the random day that Dave surprised you with flowers in bed after you’d put the girls to sleep. The memory brought tears to your eyes, and you sniffled, trying not to make any noise lest Tom decide to come in and punish you for being too loud.

Too late, you thought as you heard his steps coming towards the door. Tom swung the door open, and blinding light enveloped the room.

❗️TRIGGER WARNING❗

“Get up,” he commanded. You clung onto the blanket as you stood up, trying to shield your body from Tom and keep yourself warm. Tom wasn’t having any of it today, it seemed.

“I said GET UP!” he shouted as he grabbed your arm and yanked. The force of his actions sent you toppling towards him, and he moved out of the way as you fell onto the floor outside your makeshift cell. Tom took the opportunity to kick you in the stomach several times as you grunted in pain. You laid on the floor for a moment before Tom grabbed you by the hair and slammed your face onto the floor as he punched your sides, causing you to cry out in pain.

Those were going to definitely bruise.

“Fuck, you’re pathetic. Get up so you can get the shit smell off you,” he said as he grabbed you by the arm to drag you toward the bathroom. As you walked through the hall, you spied a window at the end of the hall, and it looked to be daylight out.

Why haven’t I noticed that before? You thought to yourself as you began to formulate a plan—a very risky plan, but one nonetheless. Tom walked you into the bathroom and pushed you into the shower. You stumbled but managed to grip onto the wall of the shower for support before Tom started the water, and you felt the cold sting hit your body.

“Hurry it up,” he sneered as he leaned against the wall, watching your every move. You turned and began to strip out of your clothes and used the bar of soak to lather your body.

“Tom?” You croaked out meekly. Tom raised his eyebrow at you. You hadn’t bothered to speak the last few months except to say yes or no, so your speaking took him by surprise.

“What?”

“I – I realize now that you’ve only ever cared about me, and I’m sorry,” you stuttered out. Tom stepped away from the wall and looked at you, unsure if you were serious or not. You took the opportunity to lean out of the shower and kiss him, putting everything you had into the kiss. Tom, loving the newfound affection you were willingly giving him, took the opportunity to join you in the shower, coming to stand under the spray of water with you as he gripped your head and deepened the kiss. It took every fiber of your being not to gag, but you knew that you had to play your part. You took the opportunity to slide your hand down to Tom’s pants and slip in, taking hold of his hard length and began to pump.

“Oh fuck, baby,” he groaned out as he closed his eyes and nuzzled your neck. “Just like that.” You kissed his cheek and then began to get on your knees, gazing into his eyes.

“Let me show you how much I appreciate what you’ve done for me,” you said seductively. Once fully on your knees, you looked up at him as you took his length into your mouth and started to bob your head. In and out. In and out. Tom’s moans filled the bathroom as he turned the water to hot and placed a hand on the wall to steady himself.

“Oh yeah, baby. Such a good girl,” he said as he gripped the back of your head with his free hand. You felt him grow closer to climax and sped up your movements, hoping that your plan would work. You felt Tom grow harder and felt his balls tighten, and just as he was about to hit his peak, you bit down. Hard. Blood poured out of your mouth as you felt the flesh part beneath your teeth.

“FUCK!” Tom yelled as you grabbed his testicles and twisted. He howled in pain as you took the chance to push him down and run out of the bathroom, making sure to close the door to put some distance between the two of you. You could hear Tom yelling out in pain, still in the shower, and heard him stumble, trying to get up. You glanced at the front door at the end of a hallway to the left of the bathroom, and you bolted.

Thank god he didn’t think I’d ever try to escape, you thought as you yanked the front door open and ran outside. You ran out into the street as fast as you could and turned, running to the nearest house, which was a good hundred yards away.

“YOU FUCKING BITCH GET BACK HERE!” You heard Tom yell as you made your way to the neighbor’s home. You chanced a glance over your shoulder and saw Tom holding onto his groin, bleeding onto his pants, as he tried to run after you. You managed to make it to the other house and began to pound on the door.

“PLEASE!!! HELP ME!!!” You shouted in desperation. “PLEASE, OPEN THE DOOR!” You heard a rustling behind the door, and it quickly opened. You came face to face with a middle-aged man and woman, eyes wide, with two children sitting on the couch behind them. You must’ve been quite a sight, completely naked and bruised, running for your life, with blood around your mouth and face. The man saw Tom behind you and quickly huddled you into the house as his wife grabbed the phone and called 911. The man shut the door and locked it as Tom finally made his way to the door to start pounding on it.

  ❗️END TRIGGER❗

“Get your ass out here now, you bitch!” Tom howled. The wife had brought over a blanket and given it to you as you sat cowering in the corner. Within minutes you heard sirens blaring and cars screeching to a halt outside the house.

“FREEZE!” You heard an officer yell, and Tom cursed. You chanced a look out the window and saw Tom had his hands up and was kneeling on the ground as an officer came up to cuff him, while another officer came to the door. The couple who’d taken you in opened it, and they looked at you.

“Ma’am, I’m officer Smith; I’m here to escort you to the hospital. We have an ambulance waiting outside,” he said as he held out his hand to you. You clutched the blanket tight to your body as you got up on shaky legs but then collapsed. Officer Smith took it upon himself to pick you up bridal style and carry you to the ambulance as you watched over his shoulder as Tom was placed into the back of a squad car, yelling obscenities the entire time. You looked back at the house and saw the couple watching through their doorway, and the woman nodded to you as you gave her a small smile. You felt pain radiate through your entire body, but you were finally safe.

—AT THE HOSPITAL—

You laid in the emergency room waiting for a doctor to come and see you. You’d been poked and prodded by several nurses and techs, and you were now awaiting the results of the bloodwork and scans that they’d done to see the extent of the damage Tom had caused. You had been given some painkillers to help with the pain, but it didn’t seem to do much. You laid there staring at the ceiling and hoping that this hell could be over with. You heard the door to your room open, and a woman with a clipboard in her hand pulled the curtain back.

“Hello, dear, I’m doctor Chase. How are you feeling?” She asked. You shrugged.

“The painkillers have been somewhat helping, but otherwise, I feel like absolute shit, doc,” you replied. She gave you a small smile and looked down at her clipboard.

“I’m not sure, but has anyone come in and told you the results of the tests?” she asked. You shook your head, unsure of where this was going.

“No, I’ve pretty much just been waiting,” you replied. Doctor Chase sighed and came over to take your hand in hers.

“Sweetie, I’m not sure how to put this delicately, but you were pregnant,” she stated. Your eyes widened as you looked at her.

“I – what? Were?” you managed to croak out in disbelief.

“Judging from your hormone levels and the size of the fetus, you were about four to four and a half months along,” she said. Tears brimmed your eyes.

That meant that it was Dave’s baby.

You had lost Dave’s baby.

“I’m so sorry for your loss, dear, but with the abuse that your body had gone through and the lack of nourishment, you just weren’t able to sustain the pregnancy any longer. It looks like what caused the miscarriage was the injuries you’d gotten to your abdomen,” she explained. “We will have to perform a procedure called a dilation and evacuation, or a D&E, to make sure that your body doesn’t go into shock and cause any issues.” You nodded at her words as she got up, but you were still processing the news.

You’d been pregnant.

With Dave’s baby.

A life that you had created with him.

And Tom had killed your baby.

Again…

Tears streamed down your face as the nurses came to wheel you to the operating room to perform the procedure, and as you were being wheeled, you grabbed the nurse’s hand nearest to you and looked at her.

“Please, could you call Dave?” You begged, not wanting to wake up alone without him.

“Dave?” she asked. You nodded.

“Dave York, please.” She nodded, and you thanked her before they got you under the glaring lights of the operating room. You felt them put a mask over your face and told you to count down from 10.

10…

9...

8…

And your world went dark.

RING! RING! RING!

Dave glanced down from his computer and saw Resnik’s name on the caller ID.

“Yes?” he answered.

“Dave, it’s about her. She’s been found,” Resnik said into the phone. Dave’s heart stopped. He’d been looking for you nonstop since Tom had abducted you, and he’d grown more and more agitated with each passing day. You’d been gone for three months, and the authorities had given up on you. Dave was a little impressed with how well Tom had disappeared from the face of the planet, but his rage was beyond comparison. He was ready to do rip Tom apart piece by piece when he got his hands on him.

“Where is she?” Dave said as he got up from his desk and made his way to his car, ignoring Carol in the kitchen as she looked on curiously.

“She’s at the Lawrence Memorial Hospital of Medford. I’ve sent you the address,” Resnik replied. Dave thanked him and hung up, punching in the address to make his way over to you. He’d driven nearly two hours before he was within city limits and when his phone rang again, this time an unknown number.

“Hello?” he answered as he grew closer to the hospital.

“Hello, is this Mr. York?” said a voice.

“This is he,” Dave responded.

“Hi, Mr. York. This is Jenny calling from Lawrence Memorial Hospital. I have a,” she paused, shuffling some papers around and read him your name. “I have her asking for you. She told us to give you a call, but you’re not listed as an emergency contact.”

“I’m a close friend,” Dave replied. “I’ll be there shortly.”

“Ok, when you get in, please go to the emergency room lobby and let them know you’re here.” Dave ended the call and quickly sent Resnik a text to track down Tom and get him out of the authorities’ hands. He wanted to deal with Tom himself. Dave pulled into the hospital's parking lot and made his way inside to the emergency room lobby as instructed. When he walked up to the receptionist, he wasn’t sure what he would say, but he braced himself for anything.

“Hi, I’m Dave York. I believe I spoke with a Jenny earlier when she called me,” he suavely said as he looked at the receptionist.

“Hi, Mr. York! I spoke with you earlier, yes,” Jenny replied, swooning at Dave. “She is recovering in room four from surgery, but you can go on back.” Dave nodded to Jenny with a wink and walked over to the door to take him to the rooms. He heard a buzz and the door unlock, and he swiftly made his way to room four. Once outside, he saw a clipboard and a file. He looked around to ensure he wasn’t seen and opened the file, and read the contents.

Multiple fractured ribs.

Bruising on thighs and arms.

Lacerations on the lip.

Mild concussion.

Miscarriage – D&E advised.

Dave looked at the last bit before rereading it. And again. And again.

What?

It can’t be.

She - no, he thought to himself as he placed the file back into its place and walked into the room quietly. He drew back the curtain, and his breath hitched in his throat. There you lay hooked up to several machines with the quiet beeping of your heartbeat on the monitor. You looked beautiful, even with all the bruising and injuries. He walked over to your bedside and saw that you were still asleep, so he pulled up a chair and grabbed your hand, laying a gentle kiss on it

“I’m here, sweet girl,” he whispered as he kissed your hand and waited. “I’m here.”

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[h0neyjaehyun]

☁︎ 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 ☁︎

Summary // Tali has a heart to heart with Chan, and the Dreamies experience Tali's child like personality when she is really happy.

Characters // Talia Flores + Bang Chan (ft. Dreamies expect Mark, Doyoung)

Era / Year // October 2017

Word Count //

Bold // English

⚠️Warning⚠️ // Breakdown

"Chan its gonna be okay, its not your fault it was never your fault and never will be."

It was the middle of a survival show of the creation of Straykids, Minho not to long ago got eliminated. She went over to his house and brung him food to cheer him up and she promised him that when she had free time she would help him with singing plus rapping. Then just last night Felix got eliminated just because he couldn't speak Korean properly, deep down she felt guilty not teaching him Korean, but she was busy with schedules she couldn't. After Chan walked him to his home, she just finished practice and went to Felix's house to comfort him. He felt so guilty and her heart broke at her friend feeling guilty he couldn't speak a language.

Korean was hard to learn from an english speaker perspective. It was like the opposite of English. She striked a deal with him at least once a week she would help him with Korean, inperson or through a screen since she did have to go on tour.

After she left Felix's place after putting him to sleep. She went to the person who felt most guilty.

She went into JYP building heading towards the studio where Chan usually is. He always in there, either producing, or avoiding his problems and feelings. She heard music, it was Hellevator, she heard it replay over and over again. She knocked on the door, the music stopped and it revealed a tried Chan.

"Hey sweetie" Tali smiled at him sadly she came in and sat on one of the chairs. Chan sat down on his chair and just looked at her. Then he just started to breakdown.

"I- I- I failed the- them Tali." Chan choked up crouched down in Tali's stomach.

"No, no you didn't Chan you tried your be-"

"NO I DIDN'T, I LET THEM GET ELIMINATED TALI....its my fault, I failed them, I promised we would debut together Tali....I promised them." Chan sobbed. Promises to them meant a lot to them. So when Chan couldn't keep that promise it broke him.

"Chan its gonna be okay, its not your fault it was never your fault and never will be." Tali comforted Chan petting his hair trying to calm him down.

"They don't blame you, they don't hate you, as long as you keep trying and helping each other you guys will make it. Jyp was just nit picky. This is not your fault." Tali said cupping his face whipping the tears off his face.

"But-" "No buts Channie, come on, lets go out for a bit, and get your mind off things" Tali suggested

Chan agreed.

They packed up at went to a open store and got some food and snacks. They went to a near by play ground and stayed there for a bit talking.

"Tali?"

"Hm?"

"How do you handle it?"

"Handle what?"

"The hate?"

Tali stopped at the question. She looked up at him in confusion. "What do you mean how do I handle the hate Channie?"

"Well, Ive been seeing some comments that, Im not a good leader or person and that im a f-"

"Shh hey hey, one that not true and two... I don't. Im not able to, but I don't show it. I usually distracted myself and not think about it. But they do get to me I am human."

"What about the staff?"

"Oh the staff are still asswholes to me and the Chinese line. I record whats she said about boys and me. Also that she left a member behind and got in the car instead. Honestly one more thing from her, she out." Chan laughed at her statement, but knowing she was serious. She hated when people get discriminated, she doesn't care if she does, only the people around her. So a staff member came she started acting like the boss and mistreating the chinese members which got Tali pissed.

Whether the boys or the staff know it she has a lot of power. Sm made her co-leader for a reason and that is to point out any staff mistreating members and setting them straight or firing them. They know she honest and knows how the entertainment system works. So they trust her who ever can't handle the idols or treat the idols properly and are reported by her. They will get fired so quick. So most staff that worked with her before know this and they know not to tell new staff because the staff themselves don't want a problems in the future because of another staff member.

"So one more strike huh?"Tali looked up at him.

"Yeah" she said quietly.

"How are you and Han?" Tali frozed at the boy's name.

"Fine" Chan raised an eyebrow at her.

"Fine? Really that all you gonna give me?"Tali sighed at the statement.

"Well, I don't know, its just. Its hard. He didn't believe me Chan. When he promised he would be there. He left me." Tali said quietly.

Chan was saddened that she still was unsure of her friendship with the boy. He made a promise he shouldn't have and didn't believe her words and left her, then expected when she forgive him everything would go back to normal. Which did, from the outside. People who did know Tali, would know it wasnt gonna go back to normal anytime soon.

When Tali talkes to people she cares about, her eyes have this light about them. But when she is unsure of the person a doubts them she has this sheild which would take a pretty long time to get down. It took Han since 2015 to atleast get Tali to talk to him again, 2 years. She was scared.

"You know he cares about you right? That he loves you like the rest of us?"Tali looked at Chan with doubt in her eyes.

"Does he really tho?"

"Tali.." Chan went infont of her and grabbed her hands.

"He really cares about you, do you think the guy will try to make you talk with him for around 2 years for him not to care about you?"

"I- Im just scared that he won't believe me.........that he'll leave."

"Tali if he does ever hurt you, you can always drop him, you are scarily good at that" Channie joked

Tali giggled

"Chan?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm afraid."

"You're afraid of what?"

"I'm afraid my group is gonna do that to me....not believe me, break promises, and leave me."

"Hey they won't, as long as you trust them I believe that it won't happen." Tali was stuck in thought.

"....what if they ask about my family....what do I say?"

"...do you want them to know?" "....no"

"Then tell them your not comfortable talking about your family"

"But what if they feel hurt when they find out you guys know and not them?" Tali said filled with gulit.

Chan sighed for once not knowing how to reassure the girl. Because if he was in the group and found out that a completely different group is closer to their only female member. He would feel sad and bitter. So Chan just hugged the girl to reassure her to gonna be okay.

Tali basked in this moment knowing nothing last forever, then realized something.

"...wait a minute shouldn't this be the other way around?"

"Shh no its fine" "No its not fine switch me"

"Tali its fine"

"No-"

"I swear Talia we are not fighting about this again"

They started bickering about who comforts who then she got a phone call.

She flinched at the sound and cursed in her mind realizing what time it is and how she didnt tell ANYONE she left the house. She turned the phone and sees the ID number as Doyoung. She cursed out loud, she was really hoping it was Taeyong.

"Hey language" Chan joked, Tali just glared at him. She picked up the phone scared if there was gonna be either yelling or a scary calm Doyoung

"Hell-"

"HELLO MY ASS WHERE ARE YOU ITS 1 AM IN THE MORNING AND YOUR NOT BACK HOME YOU MIGHT BE 18 (17) BUT YOUR STILL YOUNG!" Tali cringed.

"Im at the park, I was spending time with an old friend I lost track of time sorry." Tali said sheepishly.

"Its fine just come back home the dreamies were in panick when you didn't come back to the dorms so just go there and make sure your friend takes you there....wait is it a g-"

"Omg look at the time, its getting late thanks for calling me oppa im gonna go now bye!"

"Wai-" Tali cut him off and ended the call. She knew if she said it was a guy they will go all investigative mode and try to find out who the guy is.

Chan smacked the back of her head.

"Ow what was that for?!" Talia whinced while rubbing her head.

"For worrying your members and ending the call early, Talia you should know better." Chan said jokingly, shaking his head and pointing at her.

Tali smacked his finger and made are you serious face at him.

"You can't say anything, rememb-"

"Nope, this is not the time." Chan cut her off putting his hand over her mouth and dragging her off the park to the dreamies dorm.

"We are here thanks for walking me." Tali turned and hugged Chan knowing she won't see him for awhile. Chan just gave her a warm smile.

"No problem anything for our Butterfly." Tali smiled at the nickname. Remembering all times they have been together.

"Thank you for everything Channie, I really appreciate you." Tali said still hugging him looking up at him with this light in her eyes like Chan first saw when he was able to get closer to her. He always cherished that moment because it showed that she trusted him. Her eyes just poured out her emotions, it took time to able to read them but it was all worth it, and he would do it all over again.

"Always, I will keep my promise to you, and to him." He said rubbing her head. Tali's eyes changed when she thought about him, not sad ones more like grateful. Tali let him go and she went inside and waved him goodbye.

She went up the elevator, reminiscing the old times, even though it came to an end she still had part of them left with her as she held her locket in her palm looking at a picture that she cherished so much closing it back again once she was on the floor of the dreamies apartment.

She was at the door preparing herself for either a scolding or affection, probably both.

She unlocked the door and Jaemin tackled her to the ground.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN I WAS WORRIED SICK SOMEONE HAD TAKEN YOU FROM US." Jaemin scolded her while he was squishing her. Then he picked her up and she went back on the ground by the 2 mankaes.

"Why didn't you at least text us" "Yeah I came in your room for cuddles and you weren't there." Chenle pouted while Jisung scolded. Tali giggled but she felt guilty for making them worried.

"Im sorry I didn't mean too. I was just visiting some friends I haven't seen in awhile." Tali said sheepishly.

"Wow so you left us for them wow." Haechan said with a betrayed face. Tali rolled her eyes at the boy running up to him and hugging him. He was surprised at the contact, Tali at the time wasn't big on skinship so she never really did it herself.

"Don't be a baby, I saw you all this morning and afternoon. I haven't seen them in a long time, how about this we can see a movie in my room for the night hm?" Tali pouted, she didn't want to get scolded.

The boys have never seen Tali act this cute and touchy before. They were loving it.

"Hm? How about we cook and then watch a movie?" Haechan inquired trying to see how long her cuteness will last. Her eyes brightened at the idea she let him go and clapped her hands.

"Yes pleaasee." Tali giggled. Tali was acting her age, which was the first time in forever, they didn't know how. But they were taking advantage of it.

"Lets start cooking, hm?" Jeno said while rubbing Tali's head. Tali looked him and gave him her famous smile that would literally make his hearts burst.

"Come on Tali, help me prepare~" Renjun said while grabbing Tali and gently leading her to the kitchen.

Everyone just stood in place for a couple seconds. Processing what they just witnessed.

"Hyung, what did we just witnessed?" Jisung asked

"I don't know, but I loved every single moment of that." Haechan said, Then Tali popped out with a cute apron on with Renjun behind her smiling at her fondly.

"You guys wanna help?" Tali said cutely, everyone gushed on how adorable was being. They didn't know but when ever she hangs out with Straykids she has this kid like persona come out of her and even afterwards, and thats what they are seeing, she just grew up with Nct and Straykids differently she acts an adult with Nct while Straykids she acts her age maybe a little younger. So when she left Chan she was in a happy mood and that continued to now.

They all looked at each other and then back at Tali.

"Of course Princess."

[your-local-bnha-writer]

Hello ur my favorite account😭! Can I request a HC with Tanaka, Noya, Tsuki, & Kageyama where u guys are dating but at a tournament, u run into ur ex boyfriend ( who is a huge douchebag) and is saying a bunch of garbage about u? How would they react? , how would it impact their playing style cause get this- karasuno is playing against ur ex boyfriends team🤭🤭🤭🤭

jealous bfs tanaka, noya, tsukki kags,

hey I’m gonna mash these two requests! I hope you enjoy this was a lot of fun to write!

also favourite account?? me?? 🥺🥺

➣ characters included : tanaka, noya, tsukki, kageyama (separately) x fem!reader

➣ headcannons

➣ warning : a lot of swearing 😳 like there’s a lot, your jerk ex talking crap, scary bfs

ryūnosuke tanaka

- karasuno had made it to the nationals, and right before their game against Tsubakihara, lil ol Tanaka had to use the bathroom

- a horrible decision really, just ask hinata

- he walks in and hears your trash ex talking crap abt you

“Yeah, can you believe it? I saw my ex here, Y/n. I think she’s the manager for her team? Karasuno. Is she really that desperate for attention from other guys?”

- Tanaka is p i s s e d like, no one gets to talk about his precious love without experiencing the wrath from Ryūnosuke Tanaka

- So mans just straight up walks to your ex, “gently” taps him on the shoulder to get his attention, and starts defending your honour

“Y/n? Y/n L/n? The most beautiful, gorgeous, precious girl in the world? That Y/n?”

“Uh, yeah? Who are y—”

“Hi I’m the new boyfriend, and let me just tell you...”

- Tanaka goes oFF he’s not letting this douche bag of an ex get his way, he straight up just goes on a 2 hours speech about how perfect you were

- and how much of a douche your ex was

- Eventually, Hinata finds Tanaka in the bathroom (since his stomach was actin up lol) and goes to alert the other guys + you

- So, the whole gang is here, Daichi and Suga have to drAG Tanaka away from your ex while Noya hypes him up

- You have to calm him down and ask him why the hell he was yelling at someone in the bathroom

“Your ex was talking shit about you, I’m not just gonna let them do that”

- You’re immediately like 🥺🥺 Tanakaaaa you didn’t have to do that omg I love you sm

- When it’s finally time play these guys Tanaka is surprisingly calm, like it’s actually terrifying

- Oh and you bet Tanaka’s going all out he is on fire, he’s landing every spike and you can practically hear the impact on it

- Right after he lands a spike he celebrates with his team and stares directly at your ex who’s shooketh 😳

“Yeah take that! You regret breaking up with Y/n now?”

“Tanaka stOoOoP omg—”

- After Karasuno wins he gives you the most passionate kiss, in front of your ex and you pull away blushing

- Your ex just rolls his eyes and goes to pack up with his team while Tanaka’s looking all smug and Noya’s hyPED

yuu nishinoya

- The boys were getting ready for the match against Johzenji, and were just doing some basic warmups

- You had to help Kyoko and Yachi with something so you weren’t in the gym at the moment

- But your asshole of an ex was talking shit about you, very loudly 😳 and very obnoxiously too

- This mf, instead of practicing and doing fricken warmups, he’s talking crap abt you, and you weren’t even in the vicinity!

- But your boyfriend was, oh and he heard everything, every single word that came out of you ex’s mouth

“Pfft yeah she’s still annoying as ever, not surprised she’s dating the dude that’s 5’2”

- Ohh big mistake bud, not only did you insult his perfect Gf, but his height as well? Like dang pick one or the other dude

- So, Noya can’t take it anymore he’s been holding back bc he’s supposed to be warming up for the game but at this point he just couldn’t

- He straight up runs over to the other side of the gym to knock some sense into the jerk

- Tanaka follows not to stop him (although he is a bit worried 😳) but to hype him up bc that’s his best friend’s gf you don’t get to do that

- Asahi is scared shitless so Ennoshita has to keep the horny tornado in check, while Suga is conflicted

“What the hell did you say? Don’t you dare insult Y/n again! This is why she left your sorry ass! Who are you talk shit about my beautiful girlfriend I’ll fight you right now—”

- Ahem well, as you can see he’s very pissed off and uh he ends up getting scolded by coach Ukai

- except at the very end of him scolding he gives noya a few pointers on how to defend your gf without showing bad sportsmanship

- You witness the whole thing and just go up to Noya to calm him down a little

“Thank you, but you didn’t have to go off like that,”

“Yeah I did, Im not letting that douche talk shit about my crazy hot girlfriend”

- noya stop this isn’t the time 😳🥵

- During the game he is extremely focused and there’s this terrifying aura that’s escaping him

- Like Asahi might actually shit his pants just standing next to him

- Karasuno absolutely destroys Johzenji bc Noya is not letting that ball drop on their side of the court

- After the game, like Tanaka Noya straight up kisses you in front of your ex, leaving you a blushing mess as Noya gives him a smug look

kei tsukishima

- aHEM um, alright get ready folks bc this is a scary one

- So it’s Kagugawa vs Karasuno and Yamaguchi is sort of wandering around with Hinata right before the game probably to try and cool their nerves 💀💀

- When they hear your someone talking abt you

“My ex is here we’re vs her team, I know yeah, she’s probably so annoying”

- Dude Yamaguchi and Hinata have never ran faster in their entire lives, they immediately go to tsukki and it’s just a scream fest

“TSUKKI THERES SOMEONE TALKING ABT Y/N!”

“yeAH!! and he was all like ‘she’s probably so annoying’”

“mHM AND—”

“okay I think I got it, where are they?”

- shits about to go down, when Tsukki gets mad, he doesn’t lose is cool, instead he keeps a level head and strategize on how to completely destroy his opponent

- so Yams and Hinata drag him to where your ex was and point him out, and he’s stILL on the phone

“Mhm, yeah she’s super annoying”

- Oh Tsukki is pissed off, he has this intimidating aura coming from him as he approaches the dude that’s shitting on you

“You’re the ex? Yikes...😬”

- Tsukki will wait for what he has to say and the whole time he just has the biggest smirk on his face, like it’s about to go down

- Yams and Sho are hyped uP but they’re waiting behind the door bc they’re babies and they’re scared

- Mm Tsukki does not hold back, he straight up roasts this dudes ass, mans just releases all the salt that’s stored in him

“Mhm yeah, that’s pretty pathetic”

“Heh lame”

“Wow...I can’t believe she really dated you”

- Yeah that’s not that much salt

- Tanaka find the three of them in the bathroom and as much as he wants Tsukki to keep going, they have to get ready for the game

- During the game, your ex tries to spike and he’s instantly shut down my Tsukki and his 6’3 ass, It’s quite hilarious 😌

- Anyways, Tsukki blocks your ex every single time wiTH A SMIRK, mans is not holding back on this bitch

- He says it’s bc he was predictable

- Later, Karasuno beats Kagugawa and Tsukki hardcore glares at your ex like it’s pretty scary since Tsukki is one to act all sassy rather than mad when he gets irritated

“You don’t talk shit about her, ever”

- SUDHDJD DAMN TSUKKI CHILLL

- You watch all of this happen and you immediately ask your boyfriend if something was wrong bc you’re a tad bit worried

“We just had a disagreement that’s all”

“uHH YEAH RIGHT TSUKKI WENT OFF EARLIER IN THE BATHROOM—”

tobio kageyama

- Um another scary bitch please do not talk trash about his gf when he’s around

- He’s probably filing his nails away from his team bc he needs his peace and quiet and doesn’t wanna get bullied by Hinata and Tsukki

- When he hears a guy talking very loudly to his friend, now usually he’d ignore them or move spots but like this dude is talking abt you

- So, he stays for a bit and listens to what he has to say. Who even is this dude? Why does he know you? Why is talking to loud like please shut the f—

“Pfft yeah my ex is here with her volleyball team, I talked to her earlier and oh my god she’s exactly the same when I first dated her”

- I’m not sure if that’s a roast sorry I’m bad at these

- Oh now Kags is pissed, see he was already a little irked that this jerk was your ex but he was also talking trash abt you? Nahh

- He throws his nail file on the ground and stomps right up to this douche to smack some sense in him

“Yeah she’s hella annoy—”

“Why don’t you shut the fuck up?”

“Who tf—”

- So Kageyama is also unusually “calm” about the whole situation which makes it even more terrifying

- Kageyama will most likely go off and tell this dude that he has no business talking abt his gf like that

- he’ll focus more on dissing the dude and let me tell you this dude’s roasts h u r t

- like his insults are like 90% swear words

“goblin lookin ass”

“long titty no nipple lookin ass”

“get outta here you abominable fuck waffle”

- Imagine this scary ass dude coming up to you, telling you to shut the fuck up, then realizing this is Tobio Kageyama, The King of the Court, the incredible setter that has precise aim, the 2nd half of the freak duo, going off on how you should stfu abt his gf

- oh and you’re facing him on your next game

- and he absolutely obliterates your sorry ass

- his sets are perfect, he blocks every single fuckin spike you make, and when you think he’s going setting to #10 think again bc he will do a setter dump

- basically he’s on fire and tear the other team to shreds it’s kind of scary actually, hinata was sweating buckets when kageyama served since he looked so terrifying at the moment

- after the game, kageyama would want to leave immediately he doesn’t want to see your ex anymore

“You doing okie? Did something happen with you and him before the game?”

“Yep, but it’s nothing don’t worry about it”

- kags you have that creepy smile again stop you’re scaring y/n

[fairycosmos]

I think there's like a difference though between having a strong label backing up an artists and industry plants. and also a difference between industry plants and nepotism. like yeah justin was pushed to the market a lot but he was still discovered by playing on the street and a lot of people already knew him as the kid from youtube. he just happened to find an actual good label that backed him up. I see people call britney spears an industry plant just because she had a lot of label backing which isn't true because she was working since she was a kid and had to go to a bunch of classes and auditions before she was signed, she just happened to be a manufactured pop star but we all knew that and no one on her team tried to argue against that. tswift I think you could argue was an industry plant but also I think just pure nepotism and wealth was what really helped her. I just wish people could stop acting like she was just a small town girl with big dreams lmao. lorde for sure was planted but she also gave us melodrama so who am I to complain. anyways this is really such a pointless discussion but idk why I love it so much lmaoo

yeahhh totally agree. i think a lot of artists walk the line between nepotism and being an industry plant rather than definitively being one. justin was controlled and pushed and curated an image after he was discovered, but he really did come from like nothing so he didn’t have to falsify much. britney to me seemed like she leaned into the whole cookie cutter pop star image back in the day rather than pretending to be some succeeding underdog with no prior experience or industry connections so idk where ppl got that idea ! it’s definitely more than just being manufactured or just having friends in the industry, it’s very deliberate. though honestly nepotism pisses me the fuck off almost even more so LMFAO. t swift i think is one of those ones who definitely sits in the grey are between simply coming from privilege and being a plant. i remember she did try to sell the idea that was just some lucky small town kid who made it big for years. but if she hadn’t had that money backing her up she definitely wouldn’t be where she is now. her dad really dropped everything to make it happen huh. and yesss miss lorde lmfao 😭 out of the ppl we’re talking about she by definition really is one lmfao. honestly idc good for her she gave us sm and influenced a whole new sound.....im just ignoring everything else it’s fine it’s fine. also dw these r the exact type of mindless gossipy conversations that i enjoy too :^) feels like we’re some online zine comment section in 2007

[since0202]

Chapter 18: Close

Grace was waiting for the other shoe to drop all week. The pack was clearly keeping their distance and Grace didn’t have it in her to face them right away. The only person who was texting her was Quil. He told her Seth had recently joined the pack, to which Grace sadly acknowledged. He also told her that Sam was clearly pissed and was trying very hard to keep them all in line, but something felt like it was pulling them in different directions around the rez. 

SMS Text— 3:32 p.m.: Grace 

It’s me. 

It’s gotta be me that’s causing the confusion. 

SMS Text—3:34 p.m.: Quil 

Then come back. 

What’s the worst that can happen? Sam rips you a new one and we all just move on.

Problem solved. 

SMS Text—3:47 p.m.: Grace 

Not quite. 

I walked into the lion’s den. I conferred with vampires. 

They know about me and all of us. 

SMS Text—3:49 p.m. Quil

So what. 

They were bound to find out eventually. Just come back. 

SMS Text—4:01 p.m. : Grace

I will. I promise. 

Grace stared at the text message and then wrote out: “How’s Jake?” but then quickly deleted it. He wasn’t talking to her, that’s how he was. Bella hadn’t been much help either. Her correspondence with Jake was just as unreliable. They had resorted to passing notes between them using Charlie and Billy as conduits like in middle school. At least it was something. 

Paul was a fortress. He was icing her out and she knew it made him crazy. Quil reported that his anger was out of control and that he was constantly getting into fights with the new recruits. Sam was sending him out on rounds alone because he couldn’t be around the others for very long before snapping. He wouldn’t answer her texts either. Typical. 

Just get through this week, Grace told herself. She really needed to catch up at school. Spring break was fast approaching and even though they were grounded, Bella and Grace were doing their best to look forward to the time off together. 

Edward stayed in their room every night. Grace didn’t mind it though. His presence signaled that all of the weirdness that had begun since she moved here was real. She could take solace in that fact at the very least. By the end of the week, Bella was sleeping regularly, Edward tucked in by her side, as Grace stayed up late most nights, wrapping up homework and staring out into the forest to catch a glimpse of glowing yellow eyes. By Friday, she saw just one pair appear behind the treeline and it took everything in her not to wander out into the dark forest and embrace whoever was there waiting. 

“It’s Jacob,” Edward had said softly to Grace. 

“I thought so,” Grace breathed. With that, she tucked herself under her covers and tried to drift off to sleep knowing that a wolf had come back to her. It was a start. 

That Saturday morning, Grace offered to drive Bella to Newton’s for her shift so that she could have the truck. She said she was going to head to the rez, but a cold feeling in the pit of her stomach told Grace that this was a lie. She planned on just driving around aimlessly, or heading to Port Angeles to get some distance. 

As she rounded a curve in the isolated and wooded road to Newton’s with Bella, Grace suddenly slammed on the brakes. 

In the middle of the road stood Jacob. His face was set in a determined stare and Grace wasn’t sure if it held anger or contempt. Bella’s eyes were wide. 

“Pull over,” Bella said breathless. Grace did and she hopped out of the truck sprinting toward him and launching herself into his arms. Grace gripped the steering wheel tightly and kept her eyes on Jacob’s. He didn’t look at Bella at first, his eyes stayed trained on Grace, sitting placidly in the driver’s seat. And then his face cracked into an achingly endearing smile as he wrapped his arms around Bella and hugged her back. 

When they pulled back from the hug, Grace heard Bella ask what he was doing here. To her question, he looked over her shoulder, directly at Grace and said her name. A dreadful feeling dropped in the pit of her stomach. Bella looked over her shoulder at Grace and watched her for a moment before turning back to Jake to interrogate him. 

Grace weighed her options. She could bolt right now, whip the truck around and try to make it to Port Angeles or Seattle where she could get swept up in a crowd and disappear for a while. But Jacob’s gaze assured her that wherever she went, he could find her. 

Don’t be a chicken. She told herself. 

Grace popped open the driver side door and stepped down from the truck. Even as Bella continued talking to Jake, his eyes darted to Grace time and time again. 

Grace approached the pair looking on either side of the forest for an ambush, but none came. Bella had her hands shoved deep in her pockets and when Grace came up to stand next to her, she looked at Jake again, sorrowful and said “Okay.” and walked back to the truck. 

“Wait, Bella,” Grace said, turning, but Jake caught her by the arm. 

“Get in the car.” He motioned to his Rabbit waiting on the side of the road up ahead. 

“Jake what the hell,” Grace said, trying to shake her arm from him. 

“Get in the car, or I’ll put you in there myself,” He stated pure and simple. His eyes commanded something that she couldn’t quite place and she looked behind her to see Bella pulling back onto the road and passing them to head toward work. Grace let her mouth fall open in protest and then set her lips in a hard line glaring at Jake. 

“I’m not moving until you tell me what’s going on,” Grace crossed her arms, stubborn as usual. Jake smiled and rolled his eyes. 

“I will. On the way. Get in the car, Grace. I don’t want to have to ask again,” Jake threatened. 

“Look at you acting all Alpha,” she said nonchalantly. But Jake was having none of it. He gave her a hard look and then just as quickly leaned down and threw her over his shoulder marching back toward his car. “Jake! Let me down!” 

“I asked nicely.” Jake said as if this was somehow a justification. Grace groaned and as he placed her in the passenger seat, buckled her in, and shut the door on her, she watched him bewildered, but grateful for the close proximity. He smelled like cedar, sweat, and something sweet. Her fingers twitched with the need to run her hand across his face, through his hair, and wrap around his arms. But she miraculously stayed still and when he loaded himself on the driver’s side, he looked to her and said, “See. Was that so hard?” 

“Can you tell me what’s going on now?” 

“How about you tell me. You’re avoiding the rez and the pack’s in disarray. You don’t see anything wrong with that?” Jacob retorted. Grace folded her hands in front of her and looked out her window. 

“I’m not avoiding anything.” Grace said quietly. 

“Bullshit,” Jake said. Grace turned to look at him. 

“What about you? I haven’t seen you in weeks. That doesn’t have to do with any guilt you’re feeling about kissing Bella is it? Didn’t want to face me either?” Grace shot back, annoyed now. 

“Are we really going to talk about who is kissing who at the moment?” Jacob returned, a teasing smile on his lips. Grace blushed profusely. “I’m just returning you to where you belong. With us.” He paused and looked over to her for a moment, “With me.”

Grace’s breath caught in her throat. Jacob continued, “We don’t work without you. And no amount of hearsay or talk of betrayal will change that.” 

“So they think I betrayed them, then?” 

“So what. They’re anger is the least of your worries. We’ve got a bigger problem on our hands.” Grace looked over him expectantly. 

“Which is?” 

“More members of the tribe are phasing. Younger and younger. I don’t want this burden to be put on anyone else,” Jake said quietly. 

“I hear you,” Grace said thinking about Seth. “I think we should work together with the Cullens to solve it.” 

“The Cullens are the one causing it!” Jacob started. 

“You don’t know that,” Grace shook her head. 

“Grace, you can’t be that stupid. They’re bloodsuckers, they pose a threat, and our blood responds to that!” 

“Jake.” Grace’s voice was level, hard, sure, “They are not a threat. The treaty defines that clearly and if you want to fight about this, I want to wait until we’re with everyone so I don’t have to take more than one beating at a time.” 

“I think you’re going to be surprised.” Jake said as he pulled into the cove of Sam and Emily’s bungalow. Grace took a deep breath and stared at the open front door. “Come on. I’ll be with you,” Jake assured her. She threw him a small smile and then pushed her door open, ready to face her fate. 

When she closed her door, announcing her arrival, she heard a whooping and whistle come from inside. A smile pulled at the corner of her mouth as she watched some members of the pack spill out the open front door. 

“Well, well, well. Look who it is!” Embry laughed. 

“If it isn’t our own Benedict Arnold,” Jared teased. Grace rolled her eyes. 

“And you?” Grace nodded to Quil. “What’s your quippy little saying?” 

“Me? I got nothing,” Quil said with a sly smile, “Except that, ooh brrr, is it getting cold out here?” 

“Subtle,” Grace said. Jacob was standing behind her, leaning on the hood of his car and thoroughly enjoying the show. Seth, Leah, and Paul came out of the house now, followed closely by Sam. Grace tightened, trying to brace herself for what was to come. 

Sam looked at her with what she could only assume was anger, but when he came down the steps toward her, his face changed. He stood in front of her now and Grace kept her head up, not wanting to retreat or back down. An Alpha was the ultimate authority, but Grace felt like she was the key to holding them all together. That had to count for something. 

“What you did was reckless, selfish, and put us all in danger,” Sam started. Grace let him continue without interjecting or trying to correct him just yet. “I can’t even begin to understand what was going through your head walking into a den full of vampires. But if you do that again, we’ll be forced to come in and get you. It took all I had to hold them back that night,” he gestured to everyone around him, but Grace’s eyes fell on one person in particular. 

Paul was clearly shuddering, trying to keep his cool and his eyes never left Grace’s. Everything in her told her that all he wanted was to either scoop her up and pull her to him or rip her to shreds...metaphorically speaking. 

“Acknowledge that you got the message,” Sam said in his Alpha voice. Grace shifted uncomfortably and behind her, she felt Jacob mirror her movements. 

“Loud and clear,” she responded. Sam nodded and gave her a withering stare before turning to head back inside. Something in Grace rose up and she couldn’t stop the words from spilling out of her mouth, “But the Cullen’s pose no threat. And Bella is my family. I’ll do what I have to to protect her.” 

Behind her, she heard Jacob give out a small laugh. She looked over her shoulder at him and requested his gaze, “What’s so funny?” 

“I can’t believe you’re defending her is all,” Jacob huffed. 

“Like I said, she’s family.”

“No, no, no, I got that.” 

“Well, some us just have stronger loyalty than others I guess. Others who get their feelings hurt because a girl who has a boyfriend doesn’t kiss them back.” As it came out of her mouth, she flinched and closed her eyes. Jacob tightened and stood up. 

“She wants to become one of them. You know what that means don’t you?” Jacob said through gritted teeth. 

“Wait, what?” Quil interjected. 

“Jake.” Grace warned. 

“She wants to become one of them. A vampire. And that means that once they bite her, all bets are off. And we do, what we’re trained for, what we’re created for,” Jake said. No one tried to stop him and Grace just listened. 

“I know what she wants. And I’m working on it.” Grace said quietly. 

“You really are something you know,” Paul said suddenly from the porch. “Who’s side are you on again?” 

“I’m not on a side, Paul,” Grace turned back toward him. 

“Oh really? Because it seems pretty clear from where I’m standing whose side you’re on,” he spat back. 

“Well you’re wrong,” Grace said calmly. Paul shuddered and banged his fist on the porch railing. “Anyone else?” Grace looked to each member around her. No one made eye contact. Except for Leah. Grace could clearly interpret how she was feeling. Grace nodded at her once, acknowledging her hurt and moved on. “Okay.” As she spun around to look back at Jake, she heard an explosion behind her. Paul bounded toward the forest and all Grace could make out was a blur shaking fur and anger. 

“Jared,” Sam said over his shoulder. And in a flash, Jared was after him. 

“So that’s still a problem, then,” Grace sighed. 

“You need to talk to him. Alone. He’s been a real mess lately,” Quil said. 

“Jesus.” Grace muttered under her breath. All at once, Grace was overcome with exhaustion as she looked towards the woods. There was no way she could recast at this moment. 

“Let me take you home,” Jake said softly behind her, placing a warm hand on her back. Grace nodded and turned back toward the car. 

Jake stayed quiet on the drive back and Grace let herself nod off. When they got back to her house, Jake helped her out of the car and got her inside. Charlie must have been called to the station because his car wasn’t there. Instead of letting her walk up the stairs, Jake muttered “Screw this” and scooped her up under her legs and cradled her. Grace was too tired to protest. When he gently placed her on her bed, Grace put an arm over her eyes to block out the sun. 

“Are you okay?” Jake said, concerned. 

“Mmhmm, just tired.” Grace mumbled. 

Jake gently removed her shoes and let them fall to the floor with a soft thud. His breathing picked up as he gazed up the length of her body laying on the bed. The sunlight had peeked around from the clouds and washed over her in golden afternoon light. Jacob clenched his hands into fists and told himself to leave, but watching the gentle rise and fall of her breath and the soft light glittering across her black hair he found it hard to obey. He sat down on the edge of her bed and watched her drift off to sleep. 

And when that didn’t feel close enough, he placed a hand on her calf and watched her for longer. And as the sun started to get low in the afternoon, he found himself next to her, draping an arm across her body, his head bowed toward her shoulder. He had missed this: being this close to her filled something in him that he couldn’t explain. Her warmth echoed his own and when he was close to her like this, the rest of his life seemed clear. He saw flashes of her constantly whenever she was near enough to him to feel her warmth. These flashes felt like shadows of a life they had lived so many times together, but all of the images were brand new. 

He reveled in these moments where he remembered her in a way he had yet to experience: beside him, holding his hand, dressed in white lace; clutched to him in a rainstorm and throwing her head back and laughing; under him, breathless and sweet and wanting. He let those images guide him toward sleep, holding fast to Grace and burying his face in the crook between her shoulder and neck.

When Grace woke up, she felt immensely warm. Her body was draped across Jake and in the darkness she could just make out his broad shape. He was on his back, both arms wrapped around her with his head leaning down toward hers. Grace’s leg was draped over him, her head resting comfortably on his chest with her hand wrapped up around the side of his neck. She lifted her head to look up at his sleeping face and smiled for a quick moment before she realized where she was. 

She sat up and gently shook him, muttering a soft, “Jake.” He opened his eyes slowly and when sleep finally left him, he got up with a grumbly “Oh.” and made his way toward the window. 

“I’ll see you soon,” he whispered to her before he jumped out of the window and took off toward the forest. Grace placed a hand on her neck to feel the rush of warmth leave her and stayed perfectly still staring out toward the forest for a long time. 

[jungxk]

// rant

i'm jus so heartbroken rn i've been crying for the past hour i jus need to put my feelings out there, i hope it's ok w you.

my mum wakes up today and jus starts berating me bc i didnt put washed dishes into the cabinets & the kitchen looked messy for her. i'm supposed to do it bc there's nothing else i actually do but yesterday i had woken up in the evening nd they called me to pray straight away so i totally forgot about it (coupled w the fact that i dont like doing it either cuz there's always sm dishes nd it's such a hassle). she jus started scolding me senseless nd im someone who doesnt get mad easily, even if i do i tend to stay quiet bc i dont like conflict & angry emotions are ugly. but i couldnt stop it today? she kept calling me selfish nd she's been calling me that the past few days as well bc i never help out w chores or anything. she's always asking me "what do u do for this family" or "what do u do in this house" every single time nd ofc i cant say shit bc i dont. i'm doing uni online nd it's really not that easy but bc i dont talk to my family like at all, they think i'm all good. the other day i pissed them off nd my parents straight up said "why do we need to pay for ur uni ure not doing anything anyway" & i jus... i didnt even know if i even deserve to feel sad over it. they were asking me what i wanna do after uni as if im not just in my first year & when i said im not sure they got so mad and my mum purposely said "just marry her off" to push my buttons into giving them an answer. they keep saying i'm pushing them into being the worst and saying the worst to me but how is that fair? they're parents? adults? i'm jus 20 & i can control my emotions? but today really jus pushed me she got so mad at me for the littlest things nd i jus exploded. I asked her why she's mad and she's like cuz of the kitchen bla bla bla nd it got so frustrating i told her it's not my problem nd i jus wont ever eat again since all the unwashed dishes piling is my fault. nd then she got mad at me for that and scolded me. I hate being touched but mostly i hate being hit. imagine getting hit at 20 years old bc my mother is too emotionally unstable that she cant take a few seconds by herself to calm her anger down. I hate it. nd bc i said it's not my problem she came nd told me "yea it won't be ur problem when i die too! i'll make sure when i do, u never come see me." jus... what kind of parent says that? i'm so careful w what i say & i slip sometimes bc i'm human but how can a mother say that? she doesnt know anything about me. she doesn't know i dont like being hit, she doesnt know i dont like it when ppl act impulsively on emotions. sometimes i feel like i really am the problem nd that i'm really selfish. spending shit ton of money to get me to study, maybe i am selfish. i dont mind it. i know myself well enough to hate things about myself. but to have parents who barely know me as a person rather than a daughter, getting this much mad at me for smthn so simple jus makes me so sad. bc i was doing the task when she asked. she does things like this then wonders why i cant ever talk to her. entire family thinks i'm immature bc i behave exactly how they treat me. 20 years. I never ask for much. but it's starting to feel like asking to study in the uk was my greatest downfall. it feels like i dont deserve this. every day i'm itching to get away, to live alone bc they've made me feel like i can never work well in groups. it's always somehow my fault as if they havent been invalidating me nd my feelings since birth.

nd i can never tell them all these bc i'm never confident in them. i'm never confident in whether i would be accepted nd comforted without ridicule or scolding. my brother & father tell me it's like that, that jus bc i may get a scolding shouldn't stop me from being open. but what kind of stupidity is that? my mother who makes me feel like the world is ending when i accidentally break smthn, that it wasn't an accident but rather it's me nd that i jus cant do a good job— where is the comfort i can ever find coming to her w a problem?

nd bc of that we're not close. bc of that she's closer to my cousins & everyone else really. they've never concerned themselves to talking about family issues w me but when i dont know, they shame me, saying i never bother to ask— how would i know when to ask? should they be telling me when there's smthn going on?

this makes the concept of family so repelling for me. there is inherently no reason to ever have a child that isnt selfish or self fulfilling. what they do as parents is to make them feel as important nd respected as they expect from the child. but it's never like that w south asians. emotions dont exist if ure the child nd apparently getting mad is a norm nd shouldn't stop u from being emotional w someone.

at times i tell myself that i should pay back every penny my parents spent on me. bc sometimes it feels like it's being used to make me act or feel a certain way. i dont wanna feel this way. theyre my parents, i know theyre good people. but i'm so hurt by the things going on nd the things from the past. my mother invalidates me sm. she more or less kinda blamed me for feeling useless and depressed last year. my brother was telling her to go easy on me nd she got so mad & frustrated bc she didnt know what she was doing wrong. "if she feels so useless why doesnt she do anything about it?" like that was such a golden chance for her to have comforted me nd i couldve opened up? but she ruined it nd hurt me again.

last year i lived w her alone nd my dad was in our home country. I was having some troubles w him gone but i dont call or text bc... it always felt like a drag. it never felt like a conversation nd the only time it did was when i complained to him about my mum. so much shit happened between my mum and i & this person advised me to jus write some of my feelings to her. so i wrote her a long letter nd i included saying how not having my dad was hard on me too. flash forward im in my home country & w my dad. i know nobody here bc i didnt grow up here. i'm doing online uni & basically have to stay indoors cuz of covid. she brings that letter up when she was to berate me nd it jus feels so uncomfortable for me? like ok my actions dont line up but i wrote that cuz i was looking for comfort nd understanding. if i knew it was going to be held against me, i would not have done it? "u said it was so hard for u without him, so what do u even do for him here now?"— what can i do? i'm just 20 nd the situation im in is not normal? i'm grateful to be w my dad again but what can i do? &it always freaking comes down to house chores. i try my best. when our maid doesnt come i do my best w my tasks. i know it's not enough but i jus... i dont even know. ig that part of me is selfish nd lazy.

it's so suffocating here. all my feelings are bottled up nd im so scared what that would do to me in the future. but at least i know i'm too selfish to ever spend the rest of my life w someone.

sorry for the long rant. i hope this didnt ruin ur mood or anything i jus need an outlet nd ur blog jus feels so comforting nd welcoming. thank u for listening to me nd my feelings. God bless u really kssjdjsj

i’m rlly sorry this is happening to you bby. idk what race u are but this sounds so much like that asian mentality where emotions are black and white and comfort in any way is out of the question. ur still rlly young tho so ur relationship with ur parents has room to improve i promise. i think it’s rlly important for u to move out whenever u can tho bc that’s what rlly improves the relationship. having said this i do think the way your mum talks to u/treats u is emotionally and mentally abusive so whether you want to uphold that tie with her in the future is ur choice i just rlly hope u get somewhere safe and away from ur family soon x

[we-are-luxury-and-treasure]

Infuriating - Johnny Suh

Hello!! I hope you enjoy this little imagine I just whipped up, like & comment for part two! - Treasure

Description - You were just trying to do your job, and then came Johnny

Word count - 888

Warnings - None? angst if you squint tho

Pt2 is here!

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Working for SM Entertainment was a dream come true, you got to be a makeup artist for the group NCT 127.

They would occasionally move you to one of the other groups for big events but mainly you stuck with 127, and you couldn't have been happier. Well..that’s a lie. You could be happier, you’d be happier if all of the boy’s could focus for more than three seconds and sit still.

They were really bad about distracting one another while being worked on.

Today is no different.

You were under a lot of pressure anyway due to the fact you were preparing them for a comeback stage, live performances were one thing, comebacks were something else entirely. 

You were currently working on mark’s ‘cuts’ for the Punch stage. Hands shaking you try to keep your chill and not stress too much with the ticking clock on top of the distracted Mark in front of you.

You’ve told him and the other boys as nicely as possible to sit down and shut the fuck up but that did absolutley nothing. Hoping they’ll just stop and you won’t have to pop off on them you continue as best you can.

That is until Johnny decides to crack one of his dumbass jokes and cause Mark to throw his head back laughing. And that was the straw that broke the camel's back for you.

All the boys freeze as you spin on your heel to face Johnny.

Johnny is MUCH taller than you but in that moment you were the intimidating one in this situation, eyes blazing with fire staring directly at him he takes a step back as you take one forward.

“John Jun Suh! I've asked you Multiple times to stop! Would you please just shut up and let me do my job?! You aren't a child Johnny so stop acting like one for five minutes!” You begin to turn away with tears of frustration in your eyes, you turn back to him and point at the ‘Chicago’ tattoo painted on his chest “And you’re not even from Chicago! You’re from fucking Naperville!” you take a deep breath and turn to mark who you notice is holding in his laughter causing his shoulders to shake. “Mark sweetie you’re ready to go.” Using the softest tone you can muster in the moment. The room is awkwardly silent as the boys try not to laugh while Johnny just burns holes in the back of your head with his eyes. 

You gather your kit and leave the room, sitting in a waiting room for staff you try to let go of everything that was bothering you the past few weeks.

Hearing the song end mixed with thunderous applause you prepare yourself for having to go and remove all your hard work from the boys’ faces when the door opens

“I’m comin-” You stand up and face the door, stopping when you see a sweaty and pissed but still handsome Johnny standing in front of you, full stage costume with chains and all. Now that you're not worked up and defiant he’s sooooo much more intimidating than he was earlier, and you’ve never felt smaller than you do right now.

He stares you down from the doorway and can sense how cornered you feel by the way you slightly curl into yourself, it makes his heart race.

Now Johnny would never admit to himself how much of a size thing he has but seeing how much smaller than him you are did things to him, especially seeing it after how you acted earlier.

“That was some stunt you pulled back there” 

You can tell you’ve never been in more trouble in your life.

Shit.

“I know you don’t know much about me seeing as you’re somewhat new, but let me bring you up to speed on a few very important things. I hate being scolded like a child in front of people, especially my younger members and I hate being scolded by those younger than me.”

You swallow hard watching him approach you, knowing you ticked every one of those boxes.

You’re fucked.

“Now I think you owe me an apology sweetheart.” He leans down in front of you forcing you to make eye contact instead of searching the floor, bangs hanging in his eyes.

When you don’t say anything due to your rising anxiety he gets more impatient, gripping your chin to the point he’s pulling your lip down just enough to expose your bottom teeth. 

His rings on the hand he’s holding your chin with reflect the light of the room into your eyes and you try to flinch away resulting in him holding you tighter.

“I’m getting impatient, I recommend you apologize right now”

Has his voice always been this hot to you?

You finally squeak out an acceptable apology for him with a shaky voice.

“See? That wasn’t so hard now was it?” Swiping his thumb over your tugged lip he winked at you and took a step back.

“Next time, you’ll get punished. Please behave.” You nod, heart about to literally burst out of your chest with a mix of embarrassment and arousal and anxiety from the confrontation.

He takes one last look at you from head to toe and then leaves.

Just like that he’s gone.

Wtf just happened?

[charrfie]

Alright now that its officially Forzen Friday let's try this post again since it didn't show up in the tags last time-

I'M FINALLY MAKING A FORZEN HC DUMP (kinda AU-ish territory but not really idk exactly) AND NONE OF YOU CAN STOP ME

There are also a few other hcs sprinkled in here related to other characters (like Darnold and Sunkist for example) but Forzen is the main focus!! Despite him being a minor character I latched onto him and fleshed him out sm yall have no idea

Everything under the cut bc this shit is gonna be LONG (and there's also some more doodles that take up a bit of space!)

Also uhh if people like this I might take one for another hlvrai character later bc I have a lot to say about everyone!!

Forzen moved from France to the US with his parents when he was around 12 or 13 (yes, I'm aware that Scorpy and Holly are French Canadian and not France French but that doesn't mean Forzen can't be, I'm just being sure to say this now before someone says something to me about it)

He wanted to go to college and eventually become a game dev, but he didn't have the funds or the support for it (his family thought anything to do with games would amount to a career that would go nowhere).

Because of this, he instead was recruited in the US military. He originally had no intent to join, but after constantly being harrassed recommended to join and being entertained with the concept of being able to afford and pay for college, he caved (hence him telling the science team that his only goal is "to graduate").

He doesn't like his job very much if that wasn't clear.

And neither do most others that have the same job like him.

He was put on a "team" of his own, Team Nice, which was likely arranged as a guaranteed way to get Forzen in the way of danger, and with no one else fighting beside him, he would be easily dealt with- no one would have to worry about him bothering them again. However, he somehow manages to survive all of this, of course. Somehow. He likely knows the real reason he was assigned his own team (if you can even call it that), but refuses to fully acknowledge it for his own sanity, and instead pretends that he's some big, important person on a team that ranks so highly, he's the only one qualified to be in it. (I apologize ahead of time for giving one of the most shitposty and throwaway characters in hlvrai this much depth and angst, there was just potential there leave me alone)

Fast forward to the actual events of hlvrai though. This hc is a little outlandish but I really like the concept!!! So, at one point, Forzen is killed, presumably by some kind of creature that was out and about due to the RenCas. The science team + Benrey stumble across him (act 2 part 2 at around 13 min in for anyone curious), and Benrey decides to use the healing beam Sweet Voice on him. While Benrey and Forzen may not be on good terms anymore, Benrey still very begrudgingly cares about him and didn't want to see him get injured or die. Forzen wakes up a minute or so after the science team exits the room, assuming that he just passed out, nothing more, and goes along with things as normal.

He meets Darnold a while after his first (concious) run in with the science team. Darnold has recently dealt with the science team and helped them out, but is pretty bummed that he couldn't travel with them, as everything was far too scary and dangerous for him. Forzen, wanting to escape Black Mesa and the military altogether, ends up making a deal with him that he'll handle all the dangerous stuff if Darnold can show him a way out.

Now, meeting Darnold is a very new experience for him, since Darnold actually enjoys his company, and actually wants to befriend him! At first, Forzen openly tries to act as if Darnold is a huge deal to put up with- he goes along with with the whole "if you're escaping outta this hellhole with me, you better keep up" kinda deal (despite the fact that he kinda NEEDS Darnold to escape and show him the way out). His walls are still very much so raised, and he doesn't let his guard down as he's not used to others caring about him and his safety. But as time passes, he begins to realize that maybe Darnold DOES want to be his friend, and the tough guy act becomes less apparent.

To preface this next one- Sunkist sensed that something was up (he has a next-level sense of danger when it comes to Tommy's safety) and got to BM as fast as he could, searching every hallway for his boy. This is when Forzen finds him!! He figures that taking Sunkist as a hostage would be enough to get extra info out of the team that's been practically plaguing him lately.

Darnold doesn't know about Forzen's plans to take Sunkist hostage, so is completely fine with traveling alongside him. At one point though, Forzen and Darnold get separated (Forzen occupies him, makes sure hes safe and then runs off to deal with Sunkist). Darnold immediately uses his surroundings to model a quick little teleporter device to get Forzen back, because, you know, the man's a genius. Idc if its logical or not just go with it shhh I've gotta fill in the plotholes with something. That's why Forzen disappears all of a sudden after he's cornered by the science team. He just pops back in front of Darnold suddenly, all confused and loopy from the whole teleportation thing.

As things begin to wind down, Darnold and Forzen make it out of BM and start making a break for it, no idea how they'll get away from BM and to safety somewhere- they didnt really think things through.

Fortunately (or unfortunately for Forzen really), however, G-man picks both of them up. He means to drop Darnold off at Tommy's party, as he observed that Darnold helped his son to safety and is grateful for it. Forzen, though, he intends to "deal with" for messing things up so badly with Tommy, Sunkist, and all of Tommy's friends. This is where Darnold finds out about everything Forzen did and frankly gets really pissed with him since he thought he only had good intentions??? Luckily though, Darnold convinces G-man to give him a second chance, let him go to Tommy's party and apologize, and try things again. G-man, for some reasons agrees- probably bc hes in a good mood, as it IS his son's birthday.

The party is pretty uncomfortable to say the least. Tommy's extremely hesitant to talk to Forzen, but he does, and they end up on neutral terms by the end of it. Uneasy, but neutral. Tommy and Darnold hit it off though, and Tommy opens the invitation to Darnold that he can visit his place anytime now that everything at BM is over with.

As everyone's getting ready to leave, Forzen mentions to Darnold that he doesn't have a place to stay, seeing as the entire military was kinda. Yknow. Wiped out. Obviously wouldn't wanna go back to check anyways. And he has no interest in going home to his parents. So Darnold agrees to let him stay with him since they've become good pals over the course of everything.

Over time, Darnold visits Tommy more and more often. He starts bringing Forzen along, which Tommy is iffy of at first, but their dynamic starts to change and become more comfortable once Tommy sees that Forzen isnt interested in being enemies anymore.

Sunkist and Forzen still don't get along for a very long time. Or, well- it's moreso that Sunkist is very wary about Forzen, despite him not doing anything to harm either Sunkist or Tommy.

Oh yeah and almost forgot to mention one of my favorite hcs (that I PROMISE you started out as a joke but then I got attached) is Sunkist can talk!! So his first spoken interaction with Forzen after Forzen comes over to visit for the first time is literally just him being all threatening and laying down the ground rules bc he doesn't want Forzen to hurt Tommy at all in any way. And of course Forzen about has a heart attack bc "HUH??????? THERE'S A DOG THAT IS SPEAKING HUMAN WORDS TO ME"

UHH I HAVE MORE (I've written out so much shit about dynamics and what I'd think would happen even after all of this) BUT I DON'T WANT THIS TO BE TOO LONG like it already is SO I SUPPOSE I'LL LEAVE IT AT THAT FOR NOW!!!! I hope this isn't too ooc either, I just have Emotions about this series and write too much so why not share it yknow

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OMFG I JUST READ UR SPLIT FIC AND AHHHHHHHHHHHH IT WAS SO GOOD. Ur such a good writer I’m jealous

BBY!!! I’M GLAD YOU LIKED IT!!! but fr no need to be jealous it’s just some horny ramblings 👉👈

I just wanted to say that I LOVE your haikyuu fics! Especially the Oikawa/Iwa soulmate au one! Just a quick question tho, would their darling be able to turn the duo against eachother? Like maybe she/he/they prefers Iwa more than Oikawa and that could lead to some competition?

ok i’ve talked about this a little bit before in another ask but my tags are a mess and i can’t find it but tbh i think it would be almost impossible for their darling to actually turn them against each other - even in a tiny way just because their own relationship with each other is rock solid. Iwa knows how to deal with Oikawa at his worst and vice versa. if you do end up showing preference to one over the other - say you cling to Iwa because he doesn’t go as hard on his punishments or Oikawa because a pissed off Iwa scares you they’re gonna notice, and there is nothing like a little exposure therapy to cure your fears.

Inquiring minds need to know: does the slasher trio fuck you in front of their victims? When they’re alive? When they’re dead? Both???

Bruh.... I think you know the answer to that ;)

I just read Final Girl and I just wanna say that it scared the shit out of me??? I rarely watch horror let alone slasher movies and most of the time I imagine what would happen if they keep one of their victims and your fic just damn. It was scary good

you have no idea how happy that makes me?? because like when i write fics i’m trying to convey emotions and build tension and stuff but until somebody else reads it you never know if it’s actually worked?? so this makes me all 🥺

Yo I just read your Shiggy fic the chikan and boy oh boy I am a huge fan of it. He’s so gross but it does something to me and I don’t know why but I’m here for it. Also I love your writing I may or may not have just binged your blog but it was so good and I just could not help myself 😅, anyway I hope you have a good day!

SHIGGY SUPREMACY!! no but i took so long with that fic and now i just wanna write a bunch more creeper shigaraki i love him sm! anyway thank you fo being such a sweetheart - i hope your day’s going well too!!

Idk if it's thirsting hours, but I'm a horny bastard, so I'm just gonna express myself. Every time, I watch Ushijima show emotion and get excited about volleyball, I think about Outrunning Fate and daydream about the kind of face he would make while he rails a resistant, crying reader. And I feel like Tendou would just watch his facial expressions for a while because this is a side of Ushi he's never seen, and he just wants to admire him. Thanks for coming to my TED talk. @ks350

so it’s not exactly a secret that Ushi’s a little... stoic, but with things he genuinely cares about - volleyball, and you guessed it, his adorable little resistant soulmate - that’s when he lets himself soften a touch, smiling easier, seemingly without even realising it. He tends to get a little carried away when he’s fucking her because he’s honestly just so fucking content, this is exactly where he’s supposed to be and nothing else matters, not even your pretty tears and soft whimpers for him to stop. Of course Tendou’s gonna watch!

Okayyyy so I just read Split and, as always, your writing is superbbbb. Osamu acting like he was innocent in the whole situation? Atsumu being the sadistic little shit that he is? 💯 My brain is just full of thoughts of the Miya Brothers that I decided to read their Soulmate AU this early in the morning and I noticed how the party was set in the new captain's house.

And OMG as third years Atsumu's the new captain of Inarizaki and holy fuck there's a huge possibility the reader, their soulmate, just lost her V card in either of the twin's room or bed. Wouldn't that situation be a cluster fuck that drove them both crazy to do those things at the end after denying reader? Goshhhh I love this little subtle details in your fic. You are such a genius writer that endless possibilities are available to be interpreted by us readers. Thank you so much Rhi 💖💖💖 @pamdamonyum

👀 sqirugpq3urnioklnjk you’re a sweetheart 

but can you imagine if it was Atsumu’s bed and he was the one to find you and the soccer captain? because like i genuinely debated about having them kick his ass and i think in that circumstance... not even Samu would be able to hold him back!

❤️❤️😍😘💕✌️

I love you too, you funky little anon

Ok omg split was amazing! I have to share smth tho when my bro and I were kids (like pretty young), when one of us did something “bad” we’d be like “no that wasn’t me it wasn’t me it was my evil twin,” and like then we’d forgive the other and shit talk abt our “evil” versions bc it wasn’t the “good” twin’s fault lol. So the “Osamu you promised!” “Osamu isn’t here rn,” had me dying. Like so perfect. What bs. Then the end with Osamu “I couldn’t stop him” miya like oh yeah ofc just your evil twin nothing you could have done 🙄 like it was so perfect, I loved it!

aw that’s actually really cute tho! i honest to god think that Osamu’s worse in this one - at least Atsumu never pretends to be anything other than what he is. Osamu’s just as toxic and warped, but he acts like the hero, like it wasn’t his obsession that started this all

So, I just read the Dear Old Friend Osamu drabble and I couldn't help but grin. The implications I got from it and the initial one-shot were the following;

1. Atsumu is a titties man, considering how much he bit and teased them in DOF.

2. 'Samu I don't have a favourite twin how dare you is an ass man considering how many words of that drabble were dedicated to his thoughts lingering on the titular dear old friend's arse.

And I'm just LIVING for it because they really do complete each other in that regard. But also because 'Samu strikes me as the kind of guy that likes face sitting and spanking his partner while they sandwich his face between their thighs. And Atsumu strikes me as the kind of person that likes just randomly fiddling with his partner's tiddies because tiddy = fun.

Also, hi! I love your writing! Pretty sure this is my first ask, even though it's not, really??? @pavlovs-titties

ahh you’re so sweet, thank you bby!!

and yeah, Atsumu’s definitely a tiddies kinda guy and Osamu prefers ur butt (but also not me writing that little drabble because i wanted to tease the idea Osamu have his turn leaving his mark on the reader by spanking her till she’s nice and sore 😉)

Baby, you were amazing ❤️! I don't know how I still get surprised by your awesomeness, but I do. You're amazing and no one can tell you different 🥺🥰

💖💖💖 sdfghjhgj you’ve got me all blushy and soft, thank you!!! 

the jokes on you tho because in actual fact you’re the one who’s amazing?? ily!!