#keep requesting cuz i need inspiration for shit :)

[tenjikyu]

Okay! With your earlier reply in mind, here is my second request *slides it across the nonexistent table*

I've been having major Mitsuya brain rot so obviously this request will be about him :>

Picture this: Final timeline adult Mitsuya doing all his fashion designing stuff x house spouse (gn version of housewife/househusband).

Genre can be fluff, maybe a bit suggestive if that's okay with you, I don't mind either way, I am just dying for some Mitsuya works cuz I swear I've read most of the gn and male reader x him fics out there and I am starving for new content with him

Hopefully this was coherent and had at least something you could work with (if you need anything more specific, I can send another request)

— 🎭

𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘍𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ mitsuya x GN!housespouce!reader , pure fluff n slightly suggestive but it’s nothing more then kissing, I 💗 mitsuya omg, still haven’t rewatched Tokyo rev I’ve been slack 🙁, short n sweet but I was struggling to finish it and I didn’t wanna keep the people waiting much longer so I do apologise.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ I’m so sorry for how long this took!! I desperately wanted to get this out before it hit the 1 month mark but I’ve been super duper busy with personal shit! Hope it’s still good enough lmao.

Takashi ironed the fabric with the upmost care, fondling the silk around the board with a low heat level on. The design itself was a dress resembling a lotus flower. The top was beaded with pale pink rhinestones and the bottom consisted with an array of green silks and gems. It had a sharp yet form fitting feel and anyone could tell the designer put the upmost love into the piece.

A gentle knock came from the other side of his work studio, and there was only one person it could be.

“Here darling, I made you some miso soup to have. Light enough it’ll keep you full but still good for dinner”, your voice charms his ears. Ever since moving in with him, you’ve taken on the role of housespouce. You clean and cook for him, in order to provide the best possible space for Takashi to work in.

It had been twelve years since the two of you got together in middle school. You were the schools vice president, and he was a gang member. Despite the opposite worlds, you hung out frequently and even babysat his sisters when he was unavailable. The day Takashi knew he wanted to some day marry you was the day he came home to his two younger sisters resting in your lap, washed dishes and comfortably lying on the futon.

Now, the two of you reside in an upper class place with lots of room for Takashi’s designs, and none of them are anything short of ethereal. Behind every design he creates, inspiration of you seeps through the thread and needle. Your favourite flower, animal, colour and styles all influence Takashi’s dresses and all of them are of the highest quality.

So, whenever you come into the studio, Takashi gives you a big grin and awaits a hug from his favourite partner.

“How’s your day, darling?” He asks you, and you smile gently at him.

“I’ve missed you, I can’t deny. It seems you’ve been locked in here forever”.

“I apologise my dear”.

“I know another way you can’t make it up to me..” you grin at him, and his cheeks flush with a pink hue.

Kissing his Adam’s apple gently, you guide him up and out of the studio, into your bedroom. Lying his cherished body onto the bed, you feel up his torso as you continue to litter him with small hickies.

He soon follows your lead, pressing a loving kiss to your cultivating lips. You swear there’s nothing closer to heaven than this man’s touch, and you’re convinced you’ve ascended as he grips your cheeks to deepen your kiss.

“I’ve missed you too, darling”, Takashi presses another kiss to your collarbone and manoeuvres his hands around your waist, and you sigh gently at his grip.

“I promise you I’ll give you what you want, after we eat dinner “, you giggle, and his pout is nothing short of cute.

“So you lead me to bed and suddenly leave me high and dry? I’m hurt baby”, he chuckles out, pressing one last kiss to the wedding ring on your finger.

“After dinner, I’ll give you all the desert you desire my love”.

[the1975attheirverybest]

ohmygod blurb this pleeaaseeee https://twitter.com/strghtoutamag/status/1684421064888307712?s=46&t=xaBoZPI0h5lkCj6vqL_9cg

Ok, even though requests are closed. I'm a people pleaser and don't know how to set boundaries, so here you go. it's a bit short.

warnings: none

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"Hey baby?" Matty settled into the makeshift seat he'd assumed on the toilet cover, leaning his back against the cold bathroom wall and smiling up at her as she scoured her makeup bag in front of the mirror.

"mhm." she mumbled an acknowledgement of his presence, keeping her eyes on her mascara tubes and concealer bottles.

"you're pretty." he chirped, giggling to himself.

"Thanks, Matty." she looked down at the products she'd assembled to make sure she had everything: primer, foundation, concealer, eyebrow pencil, eyeshadow palettes, highlighter and blush combo, lip liner and lipstick, and, of course, mascara.

"No, I mean, you're pretty. You don't need- all THAT" he crossed his legs and pointed to her assembly line. "don't need makeup at all."

she turned to face him, cracking a smile as soon as their eyes met, and blowing him a kiss before turning back to the mirror again.

"I know I don't. I'm stunning. I just do it cuz I like it, not cuz I wanna be pretty."

Matty clapped dramatically shouting out praise and calling her a queen. She chuckled, shaking her head as his applause echoed around the bathroom.

"What's all this, anyway?" he asked as the noise that he'd caused died down.

"You've worn makeup before! You know how it is."

"I usually just put on a bit of color on my eyelids, some lipstick, and called it a day. You....look like you're discovering a new chemical element.... for example, what's that invisible shit that you're putting on right now? I never did that."

It was hard for her not to laugh and pause her precise application and delicate brush work every time Matty spoke. "That's a primer. you put it on before your makeup so that it stays on."

Matty took in her explanation, mulling it over in silence for a moment. She thought she'd satisfied his curiosity, but he spoke again. "like pre-treating a canvas before painting?"

"exactly."

" is that why i used to look like someone had punched me in the eye by the end of every gig back when I wore makeup?"

"sure...let's go with that explanation." she gave him a playful smile through their reflections in the mirror.

"what step are you on now?" he asked, his eyes studying her movements with the reverence of a child looking up at their parents. It was endearing how invested her was.

"Why don't you come over here. Wanna try this stuff? I could do your face..."

"really?" to her surprise, Matty was on his feet instantly.

A willing subject at first, Matty giggled and squirmed whenever her makeup brushes "tickled" his face. It definitely doesn't take her that long to do her own face.

"Alright, all done. you can look in the mirror now." she clasped her hands together, proud of her inspired work. "do you like it?"

"...wow." Matty's lips rounded as he studied himself in the mirror. "I look- I'm glowing. Fuck and the way you made those colors look like they blend together- it's- i'm gorgeous." He turned his face to one side then the other, admiring himself from all angles, then messing with his hair a bit.

"Okay, just let me take a picture of you first, before you wash it off."

He frowned, turning to look at her as she pulled out her phone.

"wash it off? why would I wash it off? after allll that work you put into it-"

"what, you're gonna be seen in public with a full face of makeup on?"

"it's called glam" he made a gesture of flipping his hair. "and, yeah, why the fuck not?"

[miam0re]

Hi!

Could you please write the brothers reacting to this scenario following Season Three's end (fully SFW, please!):

After they arrived in the human world to visit, MC had started acting secretive. They were hiding something from their partner, and would readily admit it. "It's nothing bad!" They would assure the brother, refusing to let it slip.

As it approached the time for the brothers to return to the Devildom, MC seemed more and more excited, talking about their own inevitable return once they have learned more magic.

Then the farewell party came and the brothers gathered together to ask Diavolo to let MC marry into the family. We all know how that ended. Diavolo saying marriage between a human and a demon was not -had never been - an option left MC stunned and quiet for the rest of the night.

The next morning, as they say their goodbyes, MC takes the brother's hand and whispers in his ear. "Wear this to remember me by," they say as they place a ring in his palm.

Back in the Devildom, the brother takes the time to look at MC's gift. It's an attractive band, etched with designs inspired by the brother and MC's symbolic animals on the outside and their names on the inside. The brother can't help but think that it would make an excellent wedding ring.

Thanks for your time!

By 'season 3' I assume you mean the 3rd arc in game...ie ch41-60

I still haven't reached there cuz my deck power is absolute shit

Looking at your request(and interpreting what I think you want to ask), I was a bit stumped on the kinds of reactions that the demon brothers would have for such a thing so I turned to a friend for help haha.

Gets a little angsty so well 👀

A Ring to Remember | Demon Brothers

The one who spends hours at his desk, holding the ring with a restrained grip, lest his emotions get the best of him and the diamond shatters into a million tiny pieces. “Why are you making this so difficult for me?” He scoffs to himself, heartbroken as he stores the ring into his desk drawer, unable to look at it and remember your beautiful face and the memories made together…

The one who can’t bear seeing the ring, yet he wants to keep you close to his heart at all time. He cared for you so much, so why did the universe have to keep you away? “Nah! I don’t miss the human at all! I’m better off!” He convinces his brothers (or not) as the ring hangs on a golden chain around his neck, hidden from sight as he hides his agony from the world…

The one who think you’re probably out there already with someone else, someone better than him and in a fit of jealousy tosses it out his bedroom window. “Pfft, I don’t need any stupid ring as a reminder of you.” Regrets how stupid he was being and spent hours looking for it, tearing the garden apart, sitting on his knees and wailing loudly when the ring is nowhere in sight…

The one who lets his wrath get the best of him, shaking with rage as he lets fists fly, crashing into the bookshelves and dropping books all over the carpeted floor. “This is not fair! None of this is fair!” He screams into the void, knees weak as he joins the pile of books, sobbing while clutching the ring close to his chest, hoping some magic would let the two of you be together…

The one who accepts fate as it is, smiling bitterly while slipping the diamond ring on his finger, admiring how the light catches in the carved edges. “The beauty of the diamond ring can never compare to ours when we’re together.” Plays with the ring constantly, sometimes pouting to himself about how he’s being deprived of vitamin U and hoping he can see your smile a few times more…

The one who no longer feels an appetite for food, but only a longing to have you in his arms and fill the space in his life. “Food just doesn’t taste the same without you around.” Spends hours in a stretch in bed, staring at the ring and trying it on his ring finger, till his emotions spout out uncontrollably, crying into the pillows about how much he misses you…

The one who stays in the attic and talks to the stars about his day, imagining that the star was you, his dearest. “No matter what happens, you will always remain in my heart.” Always wears the ring and thinks of the two of you stargazing and spending moments together. He spends even more time sleeping, resting on the fluffy pillows with scents that reminded him of you…

[bellrocsgf]

Jason The Toymaker Headcanons

[Disclaimers: If you get inspired by my hcs pls credit me :) also mention of death ig]

Let’s start with i believe Jason is a ghost not a demon due to in his backstory; he is stabbed in the heart with a screwdriver and then he becomes an abnormal being, so it makes more sense that he is a ghost. More specifically my headcanon is he is a poltergeist meaning he is a ghost that can still interact and have a physical (like touchable/seeable) form

He is nice to those he deems ‘useful’ or he views ‘worthy’ of his time, otherwise he can be quite nasty and cruel; picture like high school mean girls, so condescending and rude/judgy. Jason believes no one is equal to him / he is above everyone, however the way one becomes his ‘chosen one’ is by making Jason believe they have the potentional to be on his level however this sets a very impossible standard which always results in a Jason b—hfit that kills the ‘chosen one’

EXTREMEEEEE abandonment, attachment AND trust issues. A mixture of f—king HELL for Jason himself and everyone around him.

Let’s look at some nicer aspects of him. For his friends (exclusively, being fr. he a b—-h to everyone else) he’s constantly giving gifts (typically figures, accessories and plushies personalised for the one he’s giving them to) and compliments to those he admires, if you need hype or just a pep talk Jason knows exactly what to say to people to boost there confidence!! (and keep them wrapped around his finger)

He wears a deep red nail polish and a lip tint. (think wednesday jenna ortega colour lip tint) He has smooth porcelain skin which is both very pretty and eerie. His eyes look like an ethereal honeycomb yellow, however if you look for to long you’ll get creeped out due to his doll-like persona. he is also 6’3’.

He uses mainly He/Him pronouns but also takes a liking to They/Them, but if someone he doesn’t really know asks he tell them to only refer to him as Jason. It’s like a power trip thing, they won’t be able to hide it well if they’re talking shit about him considering they’d have to say Jason’s name every 5 seconds. Jason is more clever then he is taken for.

finnnn~~ this is my first time i think writing for creepypasta but i rlly wanna do more cuz i just got obsessed with this fandom today so i’ll update my rules, if u wanna request creepypasta go for it :)))) this was kinda more serious headcanons but i didn’t rlly know what to write

[debonairprincesposts]

Hello! I hope this ask find you well, I am writing this first part of the ask with much care since in the following paragraph i'll be Very Normal About Your Works:

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I NEED A PART 2 OF THE CHARLIE FIC HOLY SHIT IT WAS SO GOOD OH MY GOD. HOW DO YOU WRITE THIS GOOD.

How does it end? Does Charlie try to contact reader again? Does she still love him? Would reader accept her attempt at getting back together? How does Lucifer react to the news of reader leaving charlie? How does Vaggie feel knowing she inadvertently cause charlie to lose her S/O? So many options

If you want to make a part 2 I will wait happily wait weeks or months if I need to. Thanks for reading my ask and have a good day!

Awww 4ndr3ax10! Reading this just made my day 🥹🥹🥹. You’re so sweet! Your message is very much appreciated.

Warning: Author rant, BEWARE!!!

ANYWAY!

News regarding part 2! I’m still tryna figure out how the plot and stuff is supposed to be. I’ve gotten multiple requests asking to see how Lucifer, Charlie and Vaggie would react and such among a few other things. Kinda trying to pick the scenario that would make the most sense to me. As I’ve stated in my previous posts, I don’t really know how to write for characters that aren’t Lucifer since I’m not that familiar with them, but I try to make sure that their personality is as close to canon as possible.

REGARDLESS!!! I’ve got a vague idea of how Charlie is going to react, how Lucifer will react to the reader leaving since he really liked them too. I’m still trying to figure out how to go about it in general.

I KNOW I TAKE A LONG TIME TO POST, BUT I CANT WRITE ANYTHING IF I DONT GET MOTIVATED OR INSPIRED. PLEASE BE PATIENT.

And for those who still stuck around, thank you all so much for being here and reading my content. 🥹🥹🥹 Cuz when I first started this account, I wasn’t really expecting to get as much followers as I do now. And reading all of your comments and asks really just makes my day. I never really expected anyone to like my writing so. THANK YOU 🩵🩵🩵

Till next time babes!

As always, stay healthy and keep hydrated!

-DebonairPrince

[chocotonez]

skz as high school cliches

a/n: awww this request was so cute n fun <3 all of these are in the context that y/n and skz are datinf

warnings/genre: fluff, really fluffy, cursing here n there, felix is a nerd but everyone loves him

chan

-Student council president and the classic jock

-soccer team captain, he’s always on top of things, teachers love him

-everyone’s surprised when he says he wants to go into music, but just like everything else, he’s amazing w a guitar and his VOICEEE <333

-everyone hates you two because he fuckin serenades you and shows you off 25/8, writes songs for you and leaves them in your locker and posts you on his social media story like everyday

-he tends to overwork himself, and YOUU you’re just the light at the end of the tunnel for him, you’re his energy shot, he literally needs you to function in the morning LMAO

-probably dress codes you just to see you and then kiss you while you “look” for clothes in the discipline office

-can b v cheeky but he always gets away with it because he’s cute and his stellar performance in literally everything is too good for the school’s reputation

-you guys are definitely the it couple, although you two also love to make it obvious ur dating in the hallway. pls take it somewhere else people are trying to get to class

lee know

-I feel like he’s the annoying boy who sits next to you in class that always teases you endearingly and scribbles on your paper

-compliments your outfits, plays with your fingers during lectures, and always gets called out for admiring you

-during work time he is…so…loves to poke you and just draw on your paper and is all over you

-whenever there’s partner work he immediately grabs your arm like you two don’t sit next to each other LMAO

-he can definitely come off as intimidating to other people, brooding look and so very attractive, and yet you come into the room and he’s just this little fly you’re swatting at all the time

-a little shit but so fucking funny, like the loud kid in class who’s just too funny to hate. probably acts all lovey dovey to embarrass you but then blushes whenever you kiss his cheek

-whenever you give him little trinkets, gum wrapper hearts or little notes you passed during class, he keeps them in his binder and while all his friends clown him for being whipped, he loves just looking at them and he’s so thankful for u and he just LOVES U <333 and he also loves annoying you xoxo

changbin

-class clown but very endearing -loves his friends sm, and loves u even more!! -never switches up on you, he always treats you with respect even if you're gone -most dramatic about your relationship, sighing and saying he misses his s/o, posting imy on his social media stories, whining if he doesnt get the attention he deserves -everyone calls him a simp and he will deny it but its so true -teachers love him even though his grades aren't exactly teacher's pet worthy, some of the teachers always comment on how cute u two are -picks you up after school/gives you a ride, you both get some snacks from a local bakery </3 -oh i just realized the format looks different anyways, always paying for ur dates and treating you like royalty, he puts a lot of effort into the relationship -he can be a little overbearing at times esp for a high school relationship, but he just loves you a lot and wants to express it </3 hyunjin

-the art teacher's favorite, creative department's pride -he's kinda quiet and soft spoken, not only in interaction but in love -draws you in his sketchbook, doodles on your hand, writes "ily" on sticky notes 4 u -his favorite thing is to have u sitting in the art room while he works, you help inspire him and its honestly really calming for him!! -his friends are kinda loud, but its entertaining to watch him let loose and get a little chaotic teehee

-he loves you cuz he can relax with you, he likes to come over and just cuddle while watching a movie, shoving away your homework -only goes to school for you n other close friends -he's really talented in almost every artform, you're so lucky because his promposal is genius wordplay -i however am not a poet so that's up for your imagination -paints your nails, does the thing where ur nail color will match his pinky nail :,) -walks you to class no matter how late it makes him, attendance office hates him -if you do competitive extracurriculars, he draws an obscenely large sign -he can be introverted and reclusive, but he never shies away from supporting you, as you always support him

han

-the kid who reads announcements and is on the school news -probably goes around interviewing students with stupid questions for a tiktok bit -"Debate club meeting this afternoon, I'll be busy on a date with my s/o!" and everyone in class looks at u -ofc he'll ask if you're comfy with his corny, very public jokes, and if you are he is so !!! :D -posts rants on his private story about how cute you are -uses his announcement kid privilege to just stop by your class to "collect information" but he spends like ten minutes talking to you while the teacher is just glaring at him -the radio teacher always has to email an apology but he's too good </3 he wakes up the whole school -please do not ask him for help w homework, he's a great cheerleader but oh goodness gracious

-if anything you're gonna be tutoring him -but he appreciates it so much!! -his friends are v tired of hearing about you, but Han makes sure you feel comfortable with them so you all actually have a ton of fun hanging out -when he's working cameras at a school event he always waves frantically at you or yells your name really loudly teehee -he's always excited to express his love for you, for everyone to see, because you're just!! so!! perf to him!!

felix

-brings you baked goods almost every day, excels in school, sweet to everyone, super smiley, everyone loves him he's just so cute! -but w you,,,he gets to be himself, he gets to make slightly rude jokes, he gets to express how much he dislikes someone, he gets to voice his complaints, and having someone like you listen is more than he could ask for -everyone thinks you're the sweetest couple ever, he always has to be holding your hand !! loves it when you hold his arm because he feels like he's strong and protecting you (from what?? no clue, maybe calculus) -being so candid with you is relieving, as he always feels there's a lot of pressure on him to act and perform a certain way. he's just the sunshiney good kid -obviously you're not a bad influence on him (I think), but you allow him to express himself more freely without fear, you give him confidence

-in exchange, he always listens to you, and he gives amazing advice -also makes amazing strawberry scones <3 -his social media feed is probably just really aesthetic photos of you, his profile is just a fanpage LMAO -always blows a kiss when he sees you in the hallway, all of his friends teasing him -he wants to express his love for you, and you give him the courage to do so seungmin

-not the mom friend, but the uncle friend -always saying weird jokes, asking interesting questions that makes you think, his mind is really abstract but he's also so funny lmao -you two can't sit together in class because when he laughs, you laugh, and then the teacher yells. sigh -teases you so much, texts you during class so your phone goes off, leaving overly cheesy notes in your locker that makes you question his dignity, all his photos of you two are kinda blurry because he's probably giggling while taking it so his body is shakey :( -pays for ur lunch or packs extra snacks for you -begrudgingly gives you his hw or notes you can copy off of -"can i have some of your water" and then he proceeds to CHUG it -his humor is great, but what attracts you is such a fascinating mind. he asks such interesting questions that make you giggle and then go hmmm -"if this world is a simulation, why is it so stagnant? do our controllers speed time up for them, but we don't experience it? like the sims??" -you guys have matching keychains which is so cute and everyone sees them in the hallway and cry because they're lonely -he always makes you smile, he's someone you just connect with and you can laugh with, and he feels the exact same way about you <3 jeongin

-baby face but kinda mean tbh TT -grouchy towards everyone but you kinda trope -sneaks through your window to surprise you with convenience store snacks and his unfinished homework he needs your help on -would smack a bitch if someone said anything bad about you -always looks out for you, he feeds you at lunch, carries an extra pencil just in case, he even tries in class so you don't worry about him falling behind -the best part is that he does his best to take care of himself so he can take care of you, it makes him feel like he's in charge!! -trash sleep schedule but at least you get to wake up to 100+ messages in the morning that span from paragraphs of proclamations of love to a roblox roleplay story video -he doesn't love PDA too much esp in the hallways but he kisses the top of your head when he leaves for class -talks and gushes about you to his friend and his favorite teachers but like makes them pinky promise they don't expose how whipped he is for you -he wants to be cool and mysterious to impress you, but you always reassure him you love him just how he is -that's why he loves you, you make him love himself

[rierice8]

My intro and dni list!!

A note: this blog contains explicit adult content along with sfw things too. If you are a minor, I’d prefer you to not even interact with my sfw posts, to keep yourself away from the nsfw. PLEASE DO NOT REBLOG THIS POST!!

About me!

I’m Rice, male, 19 years old, my birthday is February 1st 2004 and I’m a mainly dom switch with a thing for pretty lace lingerie (on me)

I’m bisexual and taken! Please don’t ask me about my boyfriend either, he's mine, hahahaha…I’m watching you..

My interests are:

classical literature, sketching and drawing, writing short classical inspired stories (and fanfiction on the side), men, mythical creatures, vintage things and renaissance furniture/clothes, vtubers (nijiEN mainly hehe) photography, classical music, vocaloid, anime, history, music theory and music history, composing music, musicals, video games and playing instruments

I’m an ex competitive figure skater and fencer! Talk to me about those sports, its really been a while, I only do them for fun now but it used to be my whole life along with marching band (im still in marching band though haha)

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-people who don’t understand that sex needs consent, people who don't know the difference between fanfiction and real life

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-people who sexualise being gay or a certain race

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[ghost-bxrd]

Ok you guys @cyrwrites @investyourlove1019 I’ve decided to throw my hat in the ring with you 😩 I tried combining some of your awesome ideas (like cyr’s hood and some of invest’s colors and the spikes/blades you both added to the gauntlet) and added some of my own and this is what came out of it! Along with the gold accents cuz Cyr seemed to like the idea ksksks

(Bruce’s hair was lowkey inspired by Battinson ngl)

Not featured here but definitely still there

- the glowing eyes of the special Mockingjay domino

- another mask piece for the lower half of his face (Jason insisted on it in case of a scarecrow attack water immersion) in the vague form of a bird beak

- voice modulator that can mimic voices

Love how we’re already brainstorming suit ideas and the fic hasn’t even got its first chapter out yet ksksksksk 💚

Kate might actually be the perfect candidate to fill Batman’s shoes! She’s being thrown into cold water but goddammit she’s making it work because she’s just that badass.

And who knows, maybe she’ll end up parenting one of the Batboys if they ever end up needing it, but Kate “gets shit done”TM and once she receives the instructions she makes double sure to check in with the people mentioned in the letters regularly and thus keeps a lot of tragedies from ever occurring in the first place, and that’s that. 💚

Slade Wilson is THE go-to person for this. As long as you’ve got the money, which Jason does (and even if he didn’t Bruce would have hit him over the head with it. The little guy is so damn tired of Jason refusing to take his money even though he’s got enough to buy two countries).

Slade is awfully confused by the request for a “fake assassination-slash-accident” but he’s not in the business of asking questions and they’re offering about thrice the amount of money he would have demanded for the job, so he just shrugs and puts the entire plan in motion.

Jason and Bruce are “murdered” live during a hijacked broadcast and burned to ashes in an explosion soon after. The broadcast goes viral within the hour and Jason and Bruce are declared dead soon after.

Bye-bye alternate universe, hello OG universe with all its rogues and caped crusaders. 🦇 🦅

Prompt:

Jason gets booted to another dimension and adopts a recently orphaned Bruce Wayne.

Whom he also takes along for the ride when he’s pulled back into his own dimension.

[sublimecatgalaxy]

I peeped into your prompt list and was inspired to request a Billy Hargrove x fem!reader fic 👀

“I don’t bite. Unless you’re into that sort of thing”

And

“I really don’t like you”- “and I really don’t believe you”

But it’s an enemies to lovers trope where they end up being soulmates. Also, Billy survives the Mind Flayer. Please and thank you! 💕✨

Of course! This might be one of the only things I write tonight since I have surgery and wanna go to bed a little early but I hope you all like this.

This is lovely and non-canon so Billy isn't the worst ever in whatever universe this takes place in! :D Sorry for any typos!

"Max, stop, do not leave me to deal with him-"

"I'm sorry! Just tell him I went home with El or something!" The redhead cringes, throwing me a sorry smile before skipping away, hand in hand with Lucas, loud giggles leaving them as they hop on their bikes. They're gone as quickly as they came, leaving me alone in front of the arcade, waiting anxiously for Billy to show up.

Saving his life at Starcourt apparently earned me unlimited free rides.

But the only time that I actually take him up on the offer is when I'm riding home with Max but today she had other plans, leaving me completely at Billy's mercy, awkward and squeamish in his presence.

There's always been a sense of fear that I've felt in his presence, before it was because he was possibly the biggest douche a person could ever meet, but now it's because he's nicer, gentler, quieter. He's different than he used to be in all of the best ways but he still has a sense of humor that takes you off guard, flirty eyes and a wild imagination that he has written out across his forehead.

He's forward. I'm not.

My arms shake at my side as I watch him zoom into the parking lot, slowing down right in front of me as he rolls down his window. He looks around briefly, clicking his tongue as he slides his sunglasses off of his nose.

"She go with Lucas again?" He asks, a small smile on his lips as I step up to the car with a huff, hoisting my backpack further onto my shoulders with a shrug.

"I'm supposed to tell you she went with El." My eyes squint in the bright light of the sun that rests above me, blinding me from BIlly's heated gaze, his eyes traveling up and down the expanse of my frame.

"Not like I care anymore- get in." He reaches over to pop the door open, before returning to his cool composure, one hand on the wheel, one on his thigh. It's hard to ignore the way his fingers curl around the leather wheel, clenching so hard to the point where his knuckles turn white. "You all freaked cuz you don't have your ginger, emotional support child with you?" He teases as I slip down into the seat beside him, my whole body flushing at his implication that I somehow need Max to function around him. He's not wrong.

"Shut up." I mutter, clutching my bag to my chest as he puts the car into drive with a chuckle, shaking his head at my simple answer. A few moments go by, a shit eating grin on Billy's lips as he sneaks a few glances at me, looking at me above his tinted glasses.

"Ya know, I don't bite, not unless you're into that thing." He snickers, adjusting himself in his seat as his hand moves to rest on the shift, inching closer and closer to me with every minute that goes by.

"Billy, shut it." I huff, trying to keep my bashfulness at bay but the minute my words come out, they're quivered and nervous, completely evident that he's making me more nervous than angry.

"I'm so right, you know it. You're intimidated by me and maybe it's cuz you actually like me." He's not wrong and he knows it, his eyes knowingly glancing over my dumbfounded expression as my lips part in quiet shock. But the longer we sit at this red light and look at each other, the more I feel giddy and excited at the attention he's giving me, a happy smile eventually stretching across my face.

"I really don't like you." I whisper, his grin only growing at the lies.

"And I really don't believe you." With a smirk, he drives off from the red light before turning abruptly, laughing at the sight of my brows that pull together in innocent confusion "Come on, give me a chance. I'll buy you lunch." He nods at the small diner up on our left, eyes hopeful and excited. I bite at my lip as I ponder the possible options in front of me, but there's only one answer I can give.

If I were to say no, Max would have my head.

"Fine but the only reason I'm going is for food." I offer, folding my arms over my chest as he grins toothily, giving me a stern nod before pulling into the diners parking lot.

"Deal."

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Chaotic Family Tingz - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader ft. Older brother L/N Ryu and Younger brother L/N Itazura

Warnings: Cursing, Crack, Fluff, Tatted Bakugou bc ✨SPICE✨

Summary: You have a very….special family. You were nervous to not only bring your Tatted, motorcycle riding boyfriend to your home but also to show your very loving boyfriend your insane family. Unfortunately, the truth cannot be hidden for long. Unfortunately for your boyfriend, Bakugou, he learned the truth in a very L/N family way.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

A/N: Heavily inspired by Good Luck Charlie. ALSO, I wrote this more based around Y/N and her life but Katsuki plays part in it. I still think it’s good bc imagine Bakugou being in this situation 😆🤣

You and Bakugou Katsuki have been dating for a year. You fell in love with the Bakugou Katsuki.

He who had a sleeve full of tattoos, who wore black combat boots and chains, who rode slick black motorcycles yet was a total softie when it came to you

Even though you had been dating for over a year, you didn’t bring him home for multiple reasons

1. You wanted to be sure he was the one before he met your crazy family, 2. You didn’t want him to meet your crazy family

Notice how we keep saying crazy?

Eventually, Bakugou got tired of waiting. He wanted you to be comfortable but he also wanted to know you loved him enough to think he was the guy you would want to bring home to meet your family

Meeting the parents and meeting the family is a big step and shows that you really want him as part of your life. It would mean a whole lot to him

And when he requested to meet your family and you shut it down again, he began to question you

“Do you not want me to meet them because…of me? Do you not want them to meet me?”

You looked at your boyfriend with a sad look as he stared at you like a kicked puppy

“Baby, no. Of course I want my family to meet you.”

“Then why haven’t they?”

“….Because I don’t want you to meet them.”

“What?”

“Suki! They’re insane! I’m just- *sigh.* What if their craziness drives you away from me?”

Bakugou laughed at you in disbelief. Leave you? Like hell he would. Bakugou’s done a whole lot in his life and you are the one thing he got right.

“Yeah no. Sorry princess but you’re stuck with me for life. I’m not going anywhere.” When he said that, he kissed your knuckles before leaving a kiss on your lips which convinced you to let him meet your insane family

He celebrated right in front of you

Anyway, what you need to know is that you’re family is….crazy crazy. Crazy as in things are never boring in your house because things are always happening

(Mind you, the actions below happened before you said yes to letting Katsuki meet your family)

Now back to what we were saying

Bad things happen a lot. Things like your little 11 year old brother, Itazura, always getting into trouble at school. In fact, this time he got into so much trouble that his teacher called for a parent teacher meeting

Not wanting to get in trouble at home, Itazura had you and your brother pretend to be his parents and go to the meeting

Now you said no in the beginning, but he blackmailed you by threatening to tell your parents you broke their priceless-antique wedding china and so you had to give in

It didn’t take much convincing for your older brother, Ryu, to join in on Itazura’s plan. Ryu was a very….simple person.

“You’re just gonna give in like that?” You asked him

“I mean, in the end it just saves time.” He said, referring to how Itazura will always find a way to get what he wants

“Yeah, that’s fair.”

And so, you and Ryu posed as Itazura’s parents. You dressed in your mom’s work clothes while Ryu dressed in a suit and put on a fake mustache for gags

You both presented yourselves along with Itazura to his teacher, who can barely see straight, and the plan went on perfectly. You guys got away with it!

That was until Itazura’s teacher, who was named Mrs. Iko, saw you at the movies on a date with Katsuki

And this is where it all goes down. Take a seat my bitches, and bros, and non-binary hoes cuz shits about to get real

(Shoutout to you if you get the reference ;)

—

*Ding Dong*

Your brother was sitting on the couch with his boyfriend when all of a sudden the doorbell rang, catching Ryu’s attention.

Opening the door, Ryu was met with the sight of Mrs. Iko. She took notice of his younger clothes, appearance, and mustache-less face. “Mrs. Iko? What’re you doing here?”

“Mr. L/N!” Mrs. Iko said with a shocked face and hand over her mouth. “You look so much younger! And your mustache has disappeared!”

Ryu grew visibly nervous at her words and gulped before letting out a shaky laugh. “O-Oh! Right! Yes, Uh- yes I’ve always been known for my Uh- youthful looks! And I just recently shaved- wanted a new look, you know?”

“Oh, well that doesn’t matter. I’m afraid I have some awful news.” Mrs. Iko said with a worried face as Ryu listened. “It’s about your wife.”

At that, Ryu’s longtime boyfriend, Daisuke, stood and walked towards the two. “Your wife? You have a wife?”

“No.” Ryu said.

“You don’t?” Mrs. Iko asked.

“Of course I do!” Ryu said, turning to her. Mrs. Iko looked around as if everyone in the house was crazy (they were) before speaking.

“Who are you?” She asked Daisuke.

“I’m his boyfriend.” He said. At that moment, you walked into the house holding Katsuki’s hand, ready to introduce him to your family, totally unprepared for what was about to go down.

“Hey guys! We’re back from the- GAH!” You said, yelping once you saw Mrs. Iko in the house. Mrs. Iko looked at you and Katsuki in shock as she pointed to you both.

“And here she is with her boyfriend!” Mrs. Iko exclaimed. Ryu felt pressured to play along and tried to save Itazura’s secret by keeping the husband act going.

“You’re cheating on me?!” Ryu said to you. “You’re a married woman!”

“You’re married?!” Bakugou asked you with an angry and hurt voice.

“No! No, no, no, no.” You said with a nervous laugh, trying to reassure him.

“You’re not?” Mrs. Iko asked.

“Of course I am!” You said, snapping your head to her. At that moment, Itazura walked in from the kitchen, but once he saw Mrs. Iko, he quickly turned back to go to the kitchen once more with a shocked expression.

“Geeeh!” He exclaimed before turning around, unfortunately caught by you.

“Uh- ITAZURA!” You shouted from the door as Bakugou held you close by the waist as a way of claiming his territory just in case things were in trouble for the two of you. Don’t worry, they weren’t. He believed you when you said you weren’t married but he’s starting to notice the weird shit that goes down in this house.

Itazura then came back, slowly poking his head in from behind the door as he stepped out. “Yes, Mother?”

Hearing you referred to that, Bakugou’s eyes popped before looking down at you. “Okay! I’m starting to see why you didn’t want me to meet your family.”

You nodded your head in a very ‘yeah…sadly,’ type of way.

“Uh- Itazura,” you said, walking towards your little brother. “Mrs. Iko has found out that your father and I are having problems.” You said in a ‘help us out of this you evil mastermind,’ type of way.

“Uhhh..and does she know that you guys are the reason I misbehave?” Itazura said, loud enough for Mrs. Iko to hear, hoping she would.

“Oh, I do now!” Mrs. Iko said sympathetically. Itazura came in like the evil mastermind he is and pulled out his fake tears.

“Well, maybe some good can come from all this pain,” he said with his fake tears and pouty lip towards his teacher. You faked a laugh before whispering to your younger brother.

“Hehehe…dial it down.” You said to him before turning to his teacher. “Um, Mrs. Iko, if you’ll excuse us, this family has some healing to do.”

“Which! I would like to do with just my parents and their apparent significant others,” Itazura said pointing to Daisuke and Katsuki.

“Welp! You should be on your way! Stay warm now!” Ryu said, beginning to escort Mrs. Iko out the front door by her shoulders. “Don’t wanna freeze off your toes!”

Unfortunately, right before the two reached the door, your actual parents came in. At the sight of them, you and your siblings flinched, sighed, and groaned before facing them. Luckily, Itazura came in once again to try and save the day in his lying ways.

“Grandma! Grandpa!” Itazura said going in to hug his actual parents to play his part. Your parents looked down to your brother in confusion and suspicion, well aware that your brother can get into some mischievous trouble.

“What’s going on?!” Your mom said, shaking off your brother’s hug.

“I’m Itazura’s teacher, I came to talk to his parents.” Mrs. Iko said introducing herself and gesturing to you and Ryu, to which the two of you scrunched your faces at being caught.

“We’re his parents.” Your dad said, gesturing to your mom and him. Mrs. Iko grew a face of utter shock before Itazura opened his mouth again.

“Hahaha, that’s right grandpa! You’re my dad!” Itazura said before whispering to Mrs. Iko. “He thinks he’s the president too.”

Your mom looked unimpressed at your brother’s lie until she caught sight of Bakugou in his white v-neck tee, and his big beefy arms covered in tattoos, holding his green bomber jacket, wearing his black ripped jeans and black combat boots. “Who are you?”

“Hey, I’m Bakugou Katsuki.” Your boyfriend said, waving with his gentler voice. Your dad looked outside and pointed to the foreign vehicle in their driveway before turning to Katsuki.

“Is that your motorcycle?” Your dad asked, making you nervous before you jumped to stand next to Katsuki to defend him.

“Um, yeah, about that-“

“I love motorcycles!” Your dad exclaimed with a smile.

“We’re dating!” You proudly said with a bright grin as you wrapped your arms around Katsuki’s as he looked down to you with a loving smile, loving when he heard you say those words to other people.

“Will you stop throwing that in my face?!” Ryu said, still playing his act.

“We’re not doing that anymore.” You blankly said to him with a dead stare.

“Great! Because I was getting a bit confused,” Ryu said and wrapped his arm around Daisuke’s waist.

And on that night, Mrs. Iko left, just as confused as Ryu.

—

“Alright,” your mom began, beginning to speak to you, your siblings, Daisuke, and Katsuki. “You, you, you, you, and you, sit. Now.”

“Uh, sorry,” your boyfriend said, “but I’m not your child. I don’t think you can tell me what to-“

“Did. I. Stutter?” Your mother asked with her devil eyes. Your gentler father stood behind her with a pleading look to your boyfriend to try and convince him to save himself. Katsuki felt his heart shake in fear at your mother’s tone and he opened his mouth to speak before closing it and taking a seat next to you on the couch.

“Mama Bear?” He asked you, referring to your mother.

“Mama Bear.” You confirmed. Bakugou nodded his head before relaxing into the couch.

“Okay. Now somebody tell me what’s going on.” Your mom demanded. You and Ryu remained quiet while your boyfriends sat in confusion. You all looked to Itazura who sighed before giving in.

“Okay, fine. I was getting in trouble at school and it got to the point where I had to have a parent teacher meeting. I didn’t want to get in trouble at home so I blackmailed Y/N and Ryu into being my parents so I could get away with it.” Itazura then explained.

“I guess somewhere along the line, Mrs. Iko caught me and Katsuki together so I guess she came here to tell Ryu, who she thought was my husband, that I was having an affair.” You then explained. Ryu was just sitting on the couch with his arm still around Daisuke before he raised his hand.

Your mother sighed at her oldest child being so..childish. “Yes, Ryu?”

“Uh- no I was just wondering if I could put on the fake mustache again.” He stupidly said with a genuine heart. You and your younger brother sighed in disappointment at his idiocy before turning to your parents.

“So? Are you going to punish us?” You asked your mom. She smiled at you sweetly before taking a seat in front of you on the coffee table.

“Oh, sweetie…..of course we’re going to punish you.” She said while placing a hand on your knee. She then stood to hand out her dealings. “Itazura, no video games, no sleepovers, no tv. Ryu, Y/N - no phones, no tv, no going anywhere after school. All of you, grounded. 2 weeks. We’re letting you keep your laptops for school work so if you need to communicate, use those. Am I clear?”

You and your siblings all nodded before your mother sighed and addressed the last thing. “Now finally, what did you say your name was, sweetie?”

“Oh! Uh, Bakugou Katsuki.” Your boyfriend said. Your mother smiled at him kindly before dropping that smile and giving him a look.

“Age?”

“18.”

“Grades?”

“Straight A’s.”

“School?”

“U.A.”

“Tattoos and Piercings. Why?”

“Most of them are to honor the people in my life.”

“Motorcycle. Why?”

“It was a gift I decided to not let go to waste.”

“Are you an asshole?”

“Only to idiots.”

“Why my daughter?”

“Because when she smiles everything in the world instantly makes sense to me.”

His last answer made you smile at him in awe as you scooted in closer. It also made your parents smile before your mom reached over to place a hand on his arm. “Welcome to the family, Bakugou.”

—

“So that’s your family, huh?” Bakugou asked as you both sat in your backyard on the hammock looking at the starry sky.

“Heh, yeah. A bunch of clowns.” You said, resting your head on his shoulder as his arm held you close.

“I don’t think so. They seem fun.” Bakugou said, trying to uplift your spirits.

“Fun. Crazy. Same shit I guess.” You said causing you both to laugh. Katsuki sighed in gratitude at finally getting to meet your family and allowed his head to drop on your own. “Umm..you’re not gonna leave me though..right?”

“Never.” He said with a small laugh and kiss to the crown of your head. “Like I said, you’re stuck with me. Besides. I now know if I’m ever bored, your family will always be around. S’like free entertainment.” He said making you giggle. “Plus, Itazura doesn’t seem so bad. I don’t know, might wanna pull a few pranks on him just to teach him a lesson.”

“Aww, baby.” You said kissing his cheek. “No you don’t, it’ll backfire on you and he’ll set your ass on fire. Doesn’t matter if you’re 5 years older than him.”

Bakugou widened his eyes in offense before chuckling and cuddling in closer as you both swung on the hammock. That was when you raised your head to look at him. “So…when can I meet your parents?”

Bakugou’s eyes once again popped as he thought about his timid father who was a doormat to his demonic mother. “Uh…I don’t know..They’re kinda…insane.”

Here we go again.

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MAN, do I have a fucking IDEA!

I don’t know if I should attempt it, or look for someone taking requests, ‘cuz god do I wanna write it, but also I wanna see what someone else does with it. 

Ok. It’s not, like, THAT, unique, you know? In fact, it’s pretty much an “inspired by a movie” fic. I need to get it off my chest. 

So basically! Vigilante as the Invisible Man.

(rated Mature below cut, for implied smut + serious stalker behavior from Adrian)

(also, shit, I did not mean to write that much 😅)

Vig is already stalking Reader. I’m talking he knows their schedule better than them, breaks into their home when they’re not there and steals their clothes and stuff like that. THEN the team gets a mission to take out the man originally responsible for creating the Invisibility tech, ‘cuz he’s about to sell that shit and the government does not want that. So the team succeeds but doesn’t realize there’s a second device, only Vig notices and he secretly takes it. 

He tests it out while on patrol but he doesn’t like it for vigilante stuff, killing an unsuspecting person just isn’t as satisfying. But before he tells the others and turns it over, he comes up with a better use for it! 

He uses the invisibility tech to sneak into Reader’s house while they’re home, something he’s never done before! He sits with them while they watch tv, eat dinner. 100% sneaks into the bathroom while they’re taking a shower, but the steam from the shower makes the tech glitch a bit so he quickly exits that and knows better now.  

Over the next few weeks, he gets bolder and bolder and by spending time physically near Reader, his mind starts to conflate that as an actual relationship. He even kills the random hook up Reader had out of jealously and to make sure they don’t go back to that guy as a regular booty call. NOW he has to get the image of someone else touching Reader and replace it with him touching them!

So he starts to touch them first while they’re asleep. Gentle strokes of their hair, barely grazing their clothes before he moves onto more intimate touching. And after a few days Reader is going crazy (maybe mad horny too), and is wondering if their dreams are just suddenly very hyper realistic or if they’re being haunted by horny and pervy ghost. 

Then he even starts to touch them while they’re awake! Just gently brushing against them while they’re walking around the house, he stands behind them while they’re cooking and smells their hair and breathes on their neck. 

Now Reader definitely thinks they’re going crazy, because they’re definitely alone and even when they check their security cameras (only pointed at the front door and back door), there’s no way anyone has broken in. 

At this point, Adrian needs more, he even goes so far as to grope them while they’re asleep! Which wakes them up and they flail around, looking for what touched them, and manages to hit him once. Then they rush to turn on the light and look for what they touched, but he rolls under the bed and keeps quiet long enough for them to convince themselves that it must have just been their imagination. 

Reader starts leaving sand by doors and around their bed, thinking if someone is in their house, then they’d leave footprints! But since Adrian sees them do this, he’s always in the room with them when they put down their little lines. 

One day, Reader walks into Fennel Fields while he’s working and when they act like they don’t know him (they don’t, Adrian!), it shocks him back into reality for a second. But he regains his composure and starts talking to them, and since he knows everything about them, he easily steers the conversation to one in which Reader is interested in. He actually manages to get their number and a date!

On the date, again Adrian seems pretty much perfect to Reader, and at the end of the date they ask to go to his place. He agrees and post sex their just talking and mention that they think there’s a ghost at their place. Adrian listens to them recount everything that’s happened and realizes he’s been scaring them the whole time! So he offers to let them stay at his place whenever they want (and waggles his eyebrows to suggest more sexy times whenever they want too), so that they feel better/safer than at home. 

It works! Eventually Reader moves in with Adrian, and since no more ghost stuff happens, assumes that their old place really WAS haunted! 

And now Adrain is in a perfect relationship! He still keeps the invisibility tech, just in case he needs to follow them for some reason though...which they accidently stumble across some time later and as they stare at a mirror, to see they give no reflection, it suddenly dawns on them...

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More Touya content

Ask and ye shall receive. I have decided to dub this the “Keeping up with the Todoroki’s” timeline as this train of thought took off of its own accord and inspired an entire Touya x OC fic that’s currently holding my attention. So a little lovely wanted to know what happens after Touya gets home but first we’ll take a quick peek at what Rei was up to bts during the hospitalization.

After getting Touya to the hospital Rei does not go home until he’s stable. He codes twice in the night. The next evening seems more promising and doctors assure her she’ll be the first to know should there be any change.

She requests to be put in an outpatient program for her mental health fully recognizing what she did to Shouto and that she needs help but not wanting to leave her children with the help and at their father’s mercy

She goes back home. She tries to keep things as normal for the other kids as possible. Bringing them to visit their brother as soon as visitors are allowed.

The night after going off at Enji, Rei returns home with the other kids. They play in the courtyard while she prepares dinner. She feels a presence behind her and whirls around to find Enji looming in the doorway. “This is your fault. If you hadn’t been so weak, hadn’t destroyed my masterpiece….” He’s obviously drunk. He steps towards her and she meets him halfway brandishing the knife that been previously cutting vegetables. Last time she checked this was her house. She aims the point at his carotid. “Get the fuck out of my house.” He doesn’t move until she swipes at him slashing his cheek. Rei chases him from the house hurling various kitchen utensils. She decides that night over dinner that she was moving.

She drains half the money from the joint bank account and have Mitsuki and Inko help her house hunt. By the time Enji receives the divorce papers she and then kids are moving into a cozy eight bedroom.

Enji gets served the divorce papers in a board meeting at his angency. The world goes absolutely bonkers for the story. Touya’s accident, the divorce, the abuse allegations are all cause for speculation and fill every headline for weeks. Paparazzi lurk outside the hospital hungry for a pic of the family coming or going from seeing the wounded Todoroki boy. It’s all chaos.

When Touya gets out he’s happy not to have to return to scene of some his worst trauma. And he isn’t quiet about a goddamn thing.

Rei gets all the kids into therapy as soon as she’s able. The other kids take their time opening up the the child therapist not Touya. He spills everything.

When it comes to the paps Touya’s go to line is “I’m not legally allowed to comment on that piece of shit.”

When he comes back to school it is a special kind of hell. Too many nosy motherfuckers with too many questions. After while the novelty of embarrassing his father wears off and he just gets annoyed by the amount of other kids in his damn business.

He doesn’t know what he hates more the open staring at his still healing scars or the looks of pity. You (or in this case my OC) tell any and everyone off that makes him uncomfortable.

You two didn’t together right way both of you chalking the kiss up to heightened emotion and not genuine affection. (Much to Natsuo and Fuyumi’s dismay as it is so glaringly obvious how into each other you two are and it’s painful to watch you dance around each other)

One day junior year you over hear a group of girls daring their friend to ask Touya out as a joke all of them very openly talking shit about his scars. You see red but they disappear into a hall flooded with before you can crack open a can of whoop ass.

Touya comes up to you all smiles telling how he has a date that weekend expecting you to be happy for him. Instead you try to warn him it’s a set up. He accuses you of being jealous and claims that you don’t think he can pull a pretty girl cuz how fucked up the accident left him. You deny it (you actually think the scars make him hotter than sin but you’d never say that to his face). You fight until you get sick of each other and storm home separately.

Saturday comes and goes you don’t hear from him. Before you head to bed you text him: << Hey I’m sorry. I’m just trying to look out for you, not make you feel bad. << I hope your date went ok. Love you ❤️

Rei calls your mother the next morning and she hands you the phone while you’re still half sleep. “Hey honey, sorry to wake you. Touya got stood up last night, do you wanna come over maybe? I know you two fought but I know seeing you would help him feel better. Bring a bag I’ll talk your mom into letting you stay. Enji is sending a driver.” (Rei has no problem using Endeavor’s guilt to extort him)

You do as your told and hop in the bathroom for a quick shower dressing in cozy joggers and a crop tee, an extra uniform in your bag. You race down to the car only half listening to your mother’s “don’t bring home no babies” lecture. You tell the driver to stop at the nearest Daiso on the way. The clerk tried not to let any surprise on to his face as you buy a pair of tube socks and as many cheap bars of soap as you can afford.

Rei ushers you inside and up the stairs, taking your bag as you leave your shoes abandoned at the front door. She goes back to making comfort food. She knows this is a dangerous line she’s toeing and she can wholeheartedly say she doesn’t have any desire to be a grandmother yet but damnit something must be done. Especially if these shallow little broads are gonna hurt her boy intentionally.

You tip-toe into his room and find it dark except for the blue led lights around his desk and the soft glow of the galaxy mural you and his siblings painted for him a year prior. A soft folk song played quietly the chords wrapping the room in a sort of comfortable melancholy like an old worn cardigan. “Bestie?” You whisper not wanting to disturb him. “You were right.” Touya mumbles miserably his voice muffled by the pillows. You cross the room and clamber into the covers next to him. You’re immediately struck by the most delicious aroma of patchouli and mint as he shifted, downy white hair parting revealing a single puffy turquoise eye peeking at you. “I’m sorry I got pissy and yelled at you. I know you were just being protective.” He mumbled. “We both said some shit we didn’t mean it’s ok.” You held your arms out in acceptance. He took the offer readily melting in your grasp. You fight the heat rising in your face as he cuddles into you, your fingers slip into his hair massaging his scalp. He sighs at the contact. “I feel so stupid.” His voice wavers at the end and your heart breaks. “You’re not stupid, Makiko’s stupid.” You assure him giving him a squeeze. “And a bitch.” You stay tangled in each other chatting quietly about space and the deep sea and other random shit until Rei calls you for dinner.

Afterwards you attempt to help Tei clean up like you normally do but she shops you away with the other kids. You all decide to watch a movie in the home theater in the basement. (Another Enji guilt gift) After much debate you all settle on Zombieland. You try to convince Shouto to watch something else in a different room to no avail. “I’m not a baby, Y/N.” He insists. “If the twerp wants to traumatize himself let him, we’ve all done it at least once. Besides it’s a comedy hardly scary.”

You all laugh and jump through the entire thing. Talking shit left and right. Shouto dozed off as the credits rolled. Natsuo nudges Fuyumi who isn’t too far behind and scoops up the tween to carry him to bed. You settle in the guest room between Natsuo and Touya’s bedrooms. Touya inevitably sneaks in to chatter away until you both doze off curled up together.

The next morning your sitting on the couch loading bar after bar of soap into a single tube sock as Touya comes down fiddling with his tie. “The hell are you doing?” He asks perplexed. “The less yo know the better.”

You and Touya part at the lockers with a hug being in different classes. You see him off smiling until he disappears from your sight. As soon as he rounds the corner you drop your bag face determined heart filled with vengeance. You put your earrings in your jacket pocket,dump it with your bag, tie your hair up, and retrieve your soap sock. You march over to where you can here the little bitches tittering to each other. “Oi, Makiko.” Is the only warning you give before you go to work. It’s five in one but somehow you come out bloodied but triumphant. You seize Makiko by the hair and pull her to her feet just to slam her once again into a metal locker. “You will apologize to Touya. You will do it today. And if I find out you didn’t oh bitch, you’d better pray, cuz I don’t care if I’m suspended. I don’t care if I’m expelled. I will be back up here and I will fuck you up again. Do I make myself clear?” Makiko nodded against the painful grip in her hair. You ricochet her head off the locker and stomp her friend in the ribs one more time for good measure, mean mugging the few kids that lingered to watch as you head to class.

As you pass Touya’s classroom later you you peek into the partially open door and catches Makiko’s eye. She jumps in fear and quickly rounds the table in front of her to where Touya is sat dropping into a deep bow, the deepest she can muster short of dropping to the floor. You can’t hear what she says but her body language says everything.

When administration eventually finds out what happens they give all parties involved extra cleaning duties. You don’t mind, it beats suspension and Touya is kind of to stay behind and wait on you to finish. If there’s no adult supervision he’ll even lend you a hand so you can be done faster and you are eternally grateful. He always follows you home after making sure you get there safe and also getting as much time with you as he can seeing as you were grounded for a month after you mom found out.

Luckily for you though you are freed from bondage just in time for the biggest end of the year party this side of Musutafu, hosted by none other than the star player of your school’s baseball team Takahiro. And that is the fateful things change with you and Touya forever.

Alright lovelies here we go. A special shout-out to @darlingely hope this scratches that itch. And yes I did end with a cliffhanger to leave you wanting, I am cruel I know. Lol. 😜

You know the drill like, reblog, comment if you want more.

~Ciao 💜

[the1975attheirverybest]

To/for all fanfic readers and writers, with lots of love ❤️:

Hey friends 💗 so, as many of you already know, a lot of fans (many of them fanfic writers) have been leaving tumblr lately and our community has been affected by a lot of negativity and stress for the compounding effects of multiple reasons. Though this is by no means the ONLY reason, fanfic writers have recently dealt with a lot of undue hate, unnecessary drama, and not enough appreciation.

Writers don’t only write for validation. HOWEVER, the experience and practice of writing comes with a lot of feelings of inadequacy and imposter syndrome. Moreover, writing is primarily a mode of connection. Al of art is. People who write, paint, make music, build stuff…we all do so as ways to express ourselves and connect with others. And getting to share what you write at the end of the writing process adds a layer of meaning to what you do that wouldn’t otherwise exist if you just saved it in a little folder somewhere on your device. So, when writers feel more stress and drama than appreciation, support, or any sign that the connection they reached out for has been made, it naturally makes us question what we do.

It pains me (and I know so may of my mutuals share this sentiment) to see so many talented and beautiful souls leave the fandom space because the culture of community and support that used to be here is no longer inclusive of everyone. It seems, these days, every time I log on, I’m seeing more and more mutuals saying that they’re going to leave, take a long break, or stop posting. I don’t know about you all, but I know I speak both, as a reader, and a writer, when I say that other people leaving is not good for them, for me, or for anyone who loves this fandom and this community.

What can we do about this?

Writers:

Hello my babies ❤️ I love you all. I see you all.

PLEASE OH PLEASE KEEP WRITING.

You’re doing amazing. You are the glue that holds this community together. You make art. Inspire conversations. Stir other people’s imaginations.

Art produces art. I started posting on here because I read the writing of other talented people on here that MADE ME want to start doing it.

Whether you write little blurbs, take request, writer multi-chapter, long, thousand + word fics, or just concepts; whether you write smut, fluff, angst….whatever it is that you do, you are valid. Important. Needed. Necessary.

When the inevitable “hiatus” occurs or even in between shows….who do you think this fandom depends on for keeping the energy alive? Writers.

Writing can be a lonely and self-loathing experience. We need each other. Reach out to other writers. Lift them up. Support them.

Share your work with one another. Discuss. Fangirl. Celebrate yourselves and each other. No, no, no ,no!! I heard that. I heard that sneaky voice in the back of your head telling you that you don’t have the right to call yourself a writer or to celebrate cuz you’re not even that good. FUCK THAT SHIT. YES YOU DO. YES YOU ARE.

Readers

Y’all are so so so special. ❤️ yes we write to entertain ourselves. Yes we do it cuz it’s fun. But when I tell you that there is no greater joy to me than reading y’all’s thoughts in the tags when you reblog, or seeing your comments or asks….literally means more to me than anything.

Do NOT let anyone make you feel bad or guilty about enjoying fanfiction.

If you like a fic, engage with it. Like, comment, reblog, reach out to the writer and let them know that you liked it.

Bonus points if you let them know WHAT you liked about it. I promise you, you’ll have that talented and slutty and sweet mf kicking screaming twirling their hair and smiling for the rest of the day if you tell them you enjoyed what they wrote.

You are never bothering us. We never get tired of your kindness. It’s never repetitive. It’s never meaningless. Any time that you say something, your comment will pop into our head when we next question whether or keep going or not.

Sooooo….what do we do about this?

I encourage you, whether you’re a new writer or a writer with a platform, please don’t stop because some childish killjoys with inferiority complexes wanna take your shine away. Post your work. Enjoy the unique pleasures of making art outside of the structures of capitalist consumption. Nobody is paying you for this. Nobody is estimating the value of your worth and trying to market your labor. Do you know how rare that is???

Writers support writers. Lift each other up. Share each others work. Give each other feedback. Remind each other of each others talent when you see someone starting to doubt themselves or haters getting under their skin.

Readers: like, COMMENT, FUCKIN REBLOG. it takes an extra second. It’s worth more than you know. Do it. It’s the least you can do for someone who has poured their heart and soul into something and delivered it to you on a silver platter.

Writers, readers, shitposters, fans a like: look out for one another. Take care of each other. Have each others backs. If you see a hateful comment, if you see someone trying to gate-keep, shame, or alienate anyone for any reason, CALL. THEM. OUT. Actions have consequences. If you’re so cowardly as to take yiu hate from one platform to another, you don’t have the write to make people feel like shit and ruin their hobby without consequences. You’ll be called on to answer for your bullshit.

There is no hierarchy within the fandom. You don’t get to tell someone how matty will feel about them as a fan and you don’t get to judge the way that someone participates in this fandom.

This month, a lot of your favorite authors will be posting October/ fall/ Halloween themed fics because of this. I think it’s the perfect time to revisit the way that we do reader and writer appreciation around here. I encourage you all to engage with fanfiction more personally and help make this fandom safe for everyone.

[storiesforallfandoms]

pushing buttons ~ eminem

word count: 1912

request?: yes!

@thatonegirlthatlikesthings “Hi me again I literally love your writing so much omg I was wondering if you could once again indulge my Eminem obsession cuz my baby don’t get enough love🥺🥺 I was thinking like a angst/fluff where MGK tries to hit on the reader even though he’s with Meg Fox now and Em loses it and dr Dre and Paul try to call him down but it doesn’t really work and the reader has to chill him out. I love you I love your writing and I love you bye!🥰☺️❤️❤️”

description: in which his enemy tries to push his buttons by flirting with his girl

pairing: eminem x female!reader

warning: swearing

masterlist

“What the fuck is that prick doing here?”

Marshall glared at the tall blonde standing across the room with his arm around a familiar actress. It was the night of his launch party for his new album, and he thought it was just supposed to be personal friends of his as well as his friends from the industry. However, a few others from the industry had arrived as well, including the infamous Machine Gun Kelly.

“Paul invited him,” Marshall’s girlfriend, (Y/N) responded. “Said you two should try and squash the beef. Fans are getting tired of it.”

“Squashing the beef and becoming friends with the enemy are two totally different things,” Marshall hissed.

“You don’t have to be friends,” (Y/N) told him. “Just...shake his hand, look friendly for the pictures, end the beef.”

Marshall rolled his eyes as (Y/N) wrapped an arm around his waist and gave him a slight squeeze. “I know, I tried to tell Paul he should run this past you first. But him and MGK’s manager think it’s best for both of you to end the beef. He wants to move on with his new punk pop genre, you should move on too considering the fact that you absolutely destroyed him.”

She lowered her voice to a whisper for that last part, causing Marshall to smirk.

“This is gonna push me to drink,” he muttered as he noticed Kells approaching him.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” (Y/N) hissed. “If you break your sobriety, I will be your worst nightmare.”

Marshall smiled at her before dropping it to glare at Kells.

“Hey man,” Kells started. “Listen, thanks for the invitation. I know things have been rocky between us, but I hope you know I never meant any harm by my tweet about Hailie, and I still view you as a massive inspiration to me. I just thought...maybe I’d get more recognition with the diss, and it worked. It just sort of fucked up my rap career in the process.”

(Y/N) gave Marshall a quick look before sipping on the drink she had in her hand. They were both shocked by such a mature response from Kells, especially after the stuff Kells said about Marshall following the drop of Not Alike and Killshot.

She was watching her boyfriend expectantly as he processed what had been said to him. He glanced back at (Y/N) finally before saying, “No hard feelings, man. Tensions ran high, we both said some shit, I think it’s time we get past it.”

Kells smiled and offered a hand to Marshall. Although reluctant at first, Marshall took it and shook his hand. Kells soon left and went back to his girlfriend, knowing not to overstay his welcome.

“Was that so hard?” (Y/N) asked. “At least he’s being mature about it, too.”

“A little too mature,” Marshall said.

“Stop it, you just don’t like him. Let’s get a non-alcoholic beverage.”

~~~~~~

As the night continued, Marshall was pulled from (Y/N) as people kept coming and congratulating him on the album. She wasn’t too shocked, it was a normal occurrence. Luckily enough, she had come to know most of the people at the party through Marshall, so it wasn’t like she was awkwardly standing around for any amount of time.

She was at the snack table when a tall stature came to stand next to her.

“You lost your boyfriend, huh?’

(Y/N) looked up to see Kells stood next to her, a friendly smile on her face.

Despite the feud between the two, (Y/N) never had any sort of opinion on Kells. She hadn’t listened to his music - besides that one song with Camilla Cabello that blew up - and she didn’t want to form an opinion based on a beef she wasn’t even a part of. So, him standing next to her didn’t make her as angry as it had made Marshall earlier. Instead, she smiled back at him.

“Yeah,” she said. “Nothing new of course. Everyone congratulating him on the album and whatnot.”

“Seems like a lot of people just trying to kiss his ass.”

(Y/N) shrugged. “That may be true in some cases. Most of the people here who have already worked with him and known him for so long know better against that. Maybe it’s because they’ve already worked with him though, who knows. Where’s Megan?”

Kells gestured aimlessly into the crowd. “Also pulled away from me. Talking to...someone I guess.”

He didn’t sound too concerned over it, although maybe it was just the same situation (Y/N) was in. Megan was pretty popular as an actress, this was probably nothing new for Kells either.

“So, how did you and Em meet?” he asked, offering her one of the two red cups he had in his hand. (Y/N) didn’t think much of it at first. She figured he had probably gotten a drink for Megan then realized he had lost her in the crowd.

“We met through a mutual friend, actually. One from back in Detroit,” she explained. “I knew who Marshall was, obviously, but I was never really a hip hop fan. We got to talking and before I knew it, he was asking me out on a date. We were official within a month, and we’ve been together ever since. That was like...three years ago now, I think.”

She took a sip from the drink Kells had given her and cringed at the strong taste of alcohol in the cup. Noticing this, Kells asked, “Too strong?”

“Just not used to alcohol,” she explained. “I’ve mostly given it up in solidarity with Marshall. I’m proud of his sobriety, even if I’ve only been here for the tail end of it.”

“That’s lame,” Kells scoffed. “The old man shouldn’t hold you back from doing some fun shit.”

The tone of his voice plus the subtle diss caused a slight feeling of annoyance in her, but she pushed it down. Be the bigger person, she had been telling Marshall all night. She couldn’t go against that.

“He’s not holding me back from anything,” she responded. “I chose to do it. I just know it sucks to have to be sober when everyone around you is drunk or high. I want to be that one person he can confide in in those situations, you know?”

“You’re too good for him, man,” Kells said. “For real, you have a heart of gold and the body of a smoke show. You shouldn’t be wasting it all on that fucker. You should be getting with a real man.”

(Y/N) shuffled uncomfortably, now putting her cup down on the snack table. “I’m perfectly happy with Marshall, thank you. Besides, you have a girlfriend. One who is literally at this very party right now.”

He waved off the comment, as if it weren’t a real concern. (Y/N) looked around the room, desperate to find someone she knew who could save her from that situation.

Across the room, Marshall was glaring daggers into the back of Kells’ head. He could see the uncomfortable look on (Y/N)’s face, and saw the drink she had just discarded on the table. He knew something was happening, something he didn’t like.

“Why the fuck did you invite him?” he asked Paul. “Why didn’t you warn me first?”

“It needed to be an authentic meet up to end the beef,” Paul responded. “After tonight you won’t see or hear from him ever again.”

“You bet I won’t, because I’ll have him six feet under the fucking ground if he doesn’t get away from (Y/N).”

Paul looked over at the two. His face grew concerned upon seeing (Y/N)’s. “It can’t be anything too serious. He’s here with Megan, remember?”

“Do you see Megan anywhere around here, Paul?” Marshall asked.

He was so furious you could almost see the cartoon smoke coming from his ears. He was clutching his plastic cup so hard that it would’ve shattered into a million pieces if it was glass. It dropped from his hand suddenly when he saw Kells grab (Y/N)’s waist, trying to pull her closer to him. Both Paul and Dre had to grab him to stop him from going over and beating the shit out of Kells right then and there.

“Calm down, man,” Dre told him.

“He’s fucking touching her, Dre!” Marshall snapped. “She’s obviously uncomfortable, let me go over there and beat the shit out of him!”

“Not here,” Paul said. “Not in front of all these people. Go over and get her - peacefully - then you guys can just leave. This was a stupid idea from me.”

“Really fucking stupid,” Marshall hissed as he pulled away from the two. He tried to keep his anger at bay as he went over and wrapped an arm around (Y/N), effectively pulling her from Kells’ grasp. “Come on, babe, let’s go home.”

“What’s wrong, Marshall? Don’t like another man talking to your girl?” Kells challenged.

“I don’t like other men grabbing my girl when she’s obviously uncomfortable, no,” Marshall responded.

“Sounds a little insecure to me. Maybe you should work on that, man. You’ll be able to keep up with this absolute bombshell when you’re not so over jealous of her.”

Marshall’s grip on (Y/N)’s waist tightened. She tried to calm him down, but it was obvious he was past the point of no return.

“Fuck you,” he snapped. “Man, I don’t know what your fucking problem is, but you’re the one who started all of this shit. Now you’re coming here, to my launch party, trying to flirt with my girl, and now you’re insulting me?! Must be a sad existence you live, Kelly, when you can’t even be happy with your own success.  You have to keep trashing on someone else who’s doing much better than you.”

Kells’ cheeks were tinted pink with anger as he glared at the two of them.

“I suggest going to find your girlfriend while you still have one,” (Y/N) told him. “Because I will be telling her about this whole...incident between us.”

Before any other words could be said, Marshall took (Y/N) and guided her out of the building. When they got to the car, he sat in the driver’s seat for just a second, trying to make himself calm down.

“I should go back in there and fucking kill him,” he said, more to himself than to (Y/N).

“No you shouldn’t,” she told him. “He was just trying to push your buttons. He seems very happy with Megan, and there were so many other girls at that party he could’ve flirted with if he just wanted to be a scumbag. He only chose me because he knew it would get to you.”

She reached over and put a hand over one of Marshall’s that was clutching the steering wheel. On contact, he loosened his grip and realized how much his hands hurt from holding the wheel too tightly.

“Whatever his intentions were, they don’t matter,” she assured him. “I love you, Marshall, and only you. No other asshole will ever come in and swoop me away from you.”

He chuckled at her slight insult, their own way of flirting with one another. He leaned across and kissed her gently on the lips before finally starting the car.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello Raven! May I request a scenario Jamil, Ace, and Floyd calling Azul Zuzu just to be shits? ...... yeah you know who this is LANDJKSJFJS

For @pianostarinwonderland~ ;3c

Fun fact, I actually have a friend that gets “drunk” off of non-alcoholic apple cider. They were the inspiration for this piece, so shoutout to them!

Imagine this...

“Cheers!”

Laughter bubbled up. Cups were raised and clinked together, the colorful liquids inside dancing about in the dim lights of the Mostro Lounge. The jellyfish lamps strung up above cast pinks and blues in purples into the fruit juice--juices of rich plums and cherry reds.

Ace polished his drink off in a few short swigs, then slammed his cup down with a satisfied “Phwaaah! That really hit the spot!”

He jerked his head toward a taller boy and called out to him. “Yo, Floyd-senpai! Thanks for bringing the Basketball Club here! I haven’t had stuff this tasty in a while.”

“Mmm? Kani-chan likes it?” The eel shared a sly smirk with their server--Azul--before slapping an encouraging hand on the small of Ace’s back. “Good, good~ Eat and drink lots more, then~”

“I am pleased to hear such a rave review,” Azul gestured to the pitcher in his hand. “Would you care for another refill?”

“Hit me.” Ace eagerly thrust his cup out to the octopus--but a hand caught his wrist and brought it back down. The Heartslabyul student cut a glare at his team mate. “Oi, what’s your problem?”

“You shouldn’t drink more,” Jamil warned, his voice steady, yet stern. “At this rate, you’re going to drain the club finances...”

And your dignity.

Jamil had attended enough Basketball Club gatherings to pick up on Ace’s behavior patterns. The first year was already brash as it was, but he became even more mouthy when he was high on happiness and a full stomach.

“Haaah? Butt out, Jamil-senpai. We won the game, so stop being a buzzkill and just let me celebrate how I want!”

“This is Azul we’re talking about. And you,” Jamil added, folding his arms and turning his attention to Floyd, “had a hand in this as well. You suggested the Mostro Lounge for our victory meal. I suppose you two thought this would be a good opportunity to line your pockets.”

“My, so you’ve already uncovered my nefarious scheme,” Azul gasped dramatically, clutching at his heart. “I should have expected nothing less from the great Jamil-sama.”

Scarabia’s vice dorm leader frowned. “Stop that.”

“Mouuuu, Umihebi-kun’s got us all figured out, Azul.” Floyd pouted, his cheeks puffed up like an inflated pufferfish.

“No matter,” his boss replied, quickly dismissing his remark. Azul plastered on his most polite smile before addressing Jamil again. “I must commend you for your quick wit. As an apology, please accept all drinks on the house tonight.”

The octopus generously topped off Ace’s glass, then moved to replenish Jamil’s--only to find the rim completely concealed by the vice dorm leader’s hand. Azul’s lip curled, but he made no move to challenge his classmate.

He agreed a little too easily. They must be up to something else, Jamil concluded, eyeing Azul warily.

“Phew!” Ace gasped, having hammered down another cupful of fruit punch. “Gimme ‘nother round...!”

His words were starting to slur, his eyelids fluttering. A dopey grin had etched itself onto Ace’s face. He was full--full, and loose-lipped.

If it’s not money they’re after, then it must be information.

Jamil’s eyes flashed as the revelation dawned on him. He abruptly stood, yanking Ace’s empty glass away from him.

“I think it is about time that we take our leave,” Jamil announced coldly.

“Noooo, my juice...!!” Ace whined loudly, glancing desperately between his three upperclassmen. “Zuzuuuuu, gimme moooore! I wanna drink moooore!! You can’t just cut me off like thiiiis!”

The entire lounge went dead quiet.

“Zu...”

“... zu?”

Floyd and Jamil exchanged confused looks with one another.

“I... I beg your pardon?!” Azul cried, taking a step back. His expression was twisted with both shock and horror, betraying his beauty. “Wh-What is the meaning of this?! S-Such a juvenile nickname...”

“Zuzu is Zuzuuuu,” Ace insisted, his declaration decorated with hiccups and giggles. “Cuz Zuzu’s cute, and the name Zuzu’s also cute...”

“Take it back right this instant!!”

“Naaaaaaah... Zuzu is Zuzu, and Zuzu’s cute... Das mah story, and I’m stickin’ wif it...”

“... Pfft. Ahahahahahah!” Floyd launched into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. His entire body shook as he violently howled, and he attempted to cradle his stomach to keep from keeling over. “K-Kani-chan got you good, Zuzu!”

“Whose side are you on here, Floyd?!”

“I-I’m on... I’m on--” The eel paused, gulping down a massive breath of air... before immediately bursting out in another peal of laughter. “I’m always on Zuzu’s side...!!”

“FLOYD!!”

“Ahahahahah!!”

“You are NOT helping!!” Azul spat, glaring at his dorm member.

He turned to Jamil, pulling his sweetest smile and most honied voice. “Dearest Jamil-san, seeing as how I cannot rely on Floyd, would you care to assist your peer in his time of need?”

“... I’ll pass,” Jamil replied coolly. A smirk found its way onto his lips. “Surely the great Zuzu-sama can resolve this situation on his own.”

The octopus’s face flared with embarrassment. “I cannot believe that you and Floyd would betray me like this!”

“Well, life is just full of surprises, isn’t it?”

“You...!!”

“Oi, Zuzuuuuu, how much longer do I gotta wait for my puuuunch?”

“Zuzu, don’t keep Kani-chan waiting~”

“Yes, you should dutifully tend to your customer’s demands, Zuzu.”

Azul’s gaze became steely, his mouth forming a straight line. “All of you, out--get out. The Mostro Lounge is closed for the evening!!”

[borathae]

fic request:

(is my first time sending a request so idk if i did it right, maybe is too much detail and you wanted something less specific im sorry, but i hope you can consider the idea and keep it if you want!)

strangers to enemies to lovers

jungkook as an action taker, basically inspired in the one from season’s greetings. he fights against bad guys maybe as an undercover cop or he just hired by a group to kill bad guys

oc as a crazy minx girl inspired in harley quinn or jinx from arcane you know those crazy funny bitches that have no remorse and kill whoever if they need too. i also imagine her as an illegal car racer yk she just wanna have fun amd does a bunch of illegal shit

she meets jungkook fighting against him in one of his missions and they hate each other ofc but oc being the flirty brat she is a sort of sexual tension forms between them

eventually she joins jk in one of his missions and they have a romantic moment. i imagine it being after a murder scene or smth like that maybe she gets jealous bc jk flirts with other woman so they can get the mission completed and that’s where all feelings surface. i imagine dirty crazy smut since shes a little bit out of her head and jungkook is hot and lil crazy too i mean he a killer

then jungkook gets orders to get rid of oc cause shes sort of a criminal and he gets devastated cuz he caught feelings for her u kno…

he finally sort of betrays her but instead of killing her or putting her to jail as he was ordered to he sends her to a mental hospital (so he can avoid send her to jail i know thats not how the law works but ok)

then you can choose how to end it but i imagine after some months or years he goes to visit her on the hospital she was and finds out she escaped but he finds a message specially for him... :(

omfg that sounds like something I would gobble up 🥴 I can definitely write something like this under the one condition that y'all ain't gonna come into my inbox and complain about how evil the OC is. Cause if you tell me she can be a crazy, no remorse bitch I will make her a crazy, no remorse bitch 🥵 ALSO I JUST LIKE IMAGINED THE FUCKING SEX THEY'RE GONNA HAVE like maybe they were wounded after a fight and they just fuckin' and OC has the brilliant idea to like dig her finger into Koo's wound and he is all like "wtf that hurts?" and she just smiles and bounces on him harder and Koo just goes full on brain dead, head dizzy "fuck that's hot, you're so hot, do it again" gngnngn I AM INSANE FOR THIS COUPLE ALREADY FFGNFNG 🥵