#maybe a little angsty

[torasplanet]

❝𝙄 𝘽𝙀 𝙇𝙊𝙊𝙆𝙄𝙉 𝘼𝙏 𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙆𝙄𝙉' 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙄 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙃𝙀𝙍.ᐟ❞

H. RINDOU + F. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; rindou never thought he loved you despite what everyone said but when he saw you drinking and talking with fucking nahoya kawata, he can't help but be upset.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; smut, maybe a little angsty or sappy, slight degradation, public sex, alley sex, drinking, clubs, reader standing on business!!, manwhore!nahoya, toxic relationship, rindou being a bitch, toxic!rindou, slightly toxic!reader, bonten au but like combined with the 14th timeline (with straight hair smiley), yes i did write this because i heard this song, petnames (baby, babygirl, rinnie, etc), guns, rindou shooting a guy bc of yalls public indecency, he says i love u for the first time, uneditedd, rinnie makes no sense at all, skin color not mentioned

‘I love you’

Three words that rindou has never said, to you at least.

He never thought he’d say it because he didn’t think it was true, he didn’t love you. He would kiss you, hug you, treat you well and he enjoyed your company but he’d never think he actually loved you outside of your body and how good of a fuck you were and maybe your personality too but Ran would disagree. 

Ran always said that hook-ups and friends with benefits existed for a reason and if that was true, and that Rindou didn’t have to ask you out and share an apartment with you. The younger haitani would always just brush it off telling him that he didn’t understand but, to be honest, Rindou didn’t really understand it either.

He never had the desire to tell you he loved you and he never really thought that he did but rindou did everything with you that any normal person would do with your significant other, he bought you stuff, very expensive stuff I might add, you two had sex, you two went on dates, he’d cuddle if you wanted to and many other things but every time you’d tell him that you loved him, it was always hum or a grunt in response but never those three words you’ve wanted to hear since the start of your relationship.

And of course, you noticed, you noticed really early actually but constantly brushed it off as him being too nervous or too scared. After all, he and his brother had no one but each other when they were younger and their parents weren’t really in the picture so telling someone that you love them must be hard so you stopped worrying too much about it but after a couple of months, you started to get really upset…he didn’t love you and it didn’t take you multiple people to tell you that, only one. Ran told you, he said that Rindou said he didn’t love you but he highly doubted that but you didn’t care what Ran thought. Rindou said he didn’t love you and that was enough to break your heart.

You cried almost every day when he wasn’t home with your tears and drool dampening your pillows and sheets as you hyper-ventilated and when Rindou was home, you’d just go and cry in the shower probably harder than you did when he wasn’t there.

Although, eventually you stopped being a little bitch and grew up. If he didn’t care about you, you weren’t going to care about him or his feelings and started to do what you wanted, ignoring him, not cuddling, not doing anything you two would normally do and this obviously caused problems between you and him leading to lots and lots of arguments that always ended with either you walking out of the house and him following you telling you to get your ass back inside while firing a gun at where you were stepping to prevent you from walking further or you lying in the bed on his chest after make-up sex and either way you’d still end up crying because you kept falling for his false apologies and going back to him instead of leaving.

That still didn’t stop you from doing whatever the fuck you wanted though because you were always reminded of that he didn’t care so you still didn’t care. No, you didn’t care about how he felt about your short dresses when you went out, no you didn’t care when you’d walk away from him in a club instead of staying. You certainly did not give a fuck about him sitting mere inches away from you while you talked with Nahoya who you knew he fucking hated. But you weren’t doing it to spite him, you were doing it because it’s what you wanted to do and someone who couldn’t even say he loved you wasn’t controlling your actions anymore.

“Bad girl, flirting with me right in front of your boyfriend,” Nahoya said with his usual smile while his arm snuck around your waist with his hand resting right above your ass while your handheld onto his bicep “Don’t talk about him right now, he got on my nerves before we left.” You muttered getting closer to him with a smile creeping onto your face, Rindou had yelled at you nearly putting a whole into the wall because he didn’t like your dress and how short it was but you stood your ground, it was an Embroidered Tulle Illusione short dress from Valentino and you thought it was extremely cute even though with a small bend of your body your panties and ass would be on full display.

You found it idiotic how he was so mad at you for wearing something that he bought, the dress was around 13,900 USD and it hadn’t even been released yet so he had to pay extra to get it for you and now he didn’t want you to wear it? Did he just want to make you miserable? “That’s why you want me huh?” The peach-haired man questioned with a tilt of his head as you let out a giggle with his hand drifting down to cup your ass, rindou watched this entire scene play right in front of his eyes from his spot on a sofa next to his brother and sanzu while a stripper tried to flirt with him with her hand on his chest.

His grip on his glass cup tightened and it felt like he was close to shattering the cup as he glared at the two of you “You can’t even get mad at her.” Sanzu said smiling at his friend’s scowl “Yes the fuck I can.” He couldn’t. He was the one who always denied loving her yet when describing her to anyone, he’d sound so in love “Yeah she’s real pretty, funny too. Sweet girl with an even sweeter ass and fuck, I love her tits.” Sanzu laughed at this any time he could, how could you say that you only love her for her body when you start with how pretty she is and her personality before you even get to her body? Rindou was probably the stupidest man alive and Sanzu had not dropped dead yet.

“No the fuck you can’t. You yelled at her from the house to the car and expected her to not wanna get back at you?” Ran chuckled as he sipped from his wine glass with an evil grin on his face matching the pink-haired man’s “Shit, I don’t even think she doing it to get back at him. Babygirl look like she enjoying the shit outta herself.” Sanzu laughed as all three of them watched as you cuddled up to Nahoya, that stupid fucking nickname Sanzu and ran gave you pissed Rindou the fuck off but you all up on that curly-haired fuck made him even more pissed off than he was before Sanzu even said that.

Were you really that mad at him that’d you go over there and practically fuck that whore of a man? Rindou kept himself seated but his eyes didn’t leave your form for a second, he wasn’t going to get up and cause a scene for nothing because you knew better. But at the sight of Nahoya’s hand drifting up your short dress and onto your ass while showing your lace panties that he had bought you and his hand cupping your ass, rindou knew that apparently, you didn’t know better.

He threw back what was left of his drink before tossing the cup against a random wall and hearing it shatter as he pushed the prostitute off him. He stomped toward you grabbing you by your arm making you drop your glass onto the floor breaking it and spilling the Hennessy all over your feet heels “Fuck are you doing!?” You yelled as you tried to pull away from him but his grip on your arm was tight as he dragged you out of the club not caring about you stumbling over your feet because of his pace and your resistance “I should be asking you that.” The purple and blue-haired man grumbled as he pulled you out of the doors of the club and onto the sidewalk into the night.

“Was just talking! Let go of me!” You shouted as he pushed you against the brick wall of a building after dragging you into a nearby alley, he did what you asked but stopped all of your attempts to leave “Yeah so now whoever you talk to gets to put his hand all on your ass practically fucking you in front of everyone!” Rindou yelled into your face as he got closer to you feeling his breath on your face as he yelled but you didn’t flinch and just looked back at him with a frown “Like you give a shit, thought you only were with me ‘cause I’m a ‘good fuck’?” You replied pushing him away from you as you stood up straight getting your back off the wall as he continued to glare hatefully at you. “Yeah, and you’re still mine.” His words were confusing you, he was glaring at you with so much hate and disdain in his eyes but then again, it looked like he cared and his words showed that too.

Rindou got closer to you again as you pondered what to say “Smiley would fuck me better anyway.” You replied nearly spitting into the taller man’s face but he did nothing but crack a grin and laugh at you “Now you’re just trying to be mean. Sure he’ll probably do good but I doubt he’ll be better, I know all your spots and he couldn’t even find them if you pointed them out.” Rindou teased as he poked your side a bit making you jerk your body away from his hand earning a giggle from him at your sudden jumping “He’d love me.” Rindou felt his heart crack a bit at your words, you really thought Nahoya would love you?

Manwhore, player, slut nahoya? The one known to be a cheater? Had he really hurt you that bad that you thought that Nahoya would love you more than he did? He loved you. He may have just figured it out in this second but he did and he thought you were fucking crazy if you thought that serial cheater would actually want more than your body. It was crazy how he figured out he truly loved you because of your pettiness. “I love you.” Rindou replied after a few seconds of silence his eyes a bit softer but your glare stayed with a scoff accompanying it “You really think I’m gonna believe that shit? After everything you’ve done to me?” That’s what you always said when you two argued. Rindou never said ‘I love you’ during these arguments but you somehow always managed to bring up all the shit that he’s done to you and how you’ll never forgive him but you always do.

Tonight you don’t think you would though. He’s now telling you that he loves you? When he’s jealous and has been yelling at you with his alcohol-laced breath that matched yours. How dare he try and use that shit against you to make you stop talking to Nahoya, that’s low even for him and the idea that he might actually be telling the truth (which he was) never crossed your mind, he’s never said those words before so why would he now?

Rindou’s hands were now planted on the wall caging you in between his arms giving you no way out of this conversation “I expect you to know that he won’t love you. You know just as well as everyone else that he’s fucking a new girl practically every two days and you can either be one of those girls or be the girlfriend who’s sleeping alone in bed because he’s fucking some other bitch. Either way, he won't give two shits about you.” His words were harsh as his lilac eyes narrowed at you glowing in the dim fluorescent light of the old and nearly broken lights that were on the building he had you pressed up against, your manicured fingers gently pulled at the end of your dress attempting to pull it down lower to cover the heat growing in between your legs as you rubbed your thighs together. Rindou hadn’t noticed it yet and you didn’t want him to. You were still mad at him. “I’d rather that than be with someone who can’t even tell me they love me.” You spat continuing to look up at him with your brows furrowed in anger and your lips turned into a frown.

A grin returned to the haitani male’s face “You’d rather be cheated on than be with me? Wow, you really are a petty bitch. Or maybe you’re just a whore.” He said rather loudly making you embarrassed as you glanced away from him for a second, this situation started with you doing whatever you wanted but now, you were just saying shit to piss him off more, and for a second, it was working but now, he just didn’t care because he knew how stupid you sounded and was making you realize that too with his mocking laughs “Don’t call me that.” You managed to sputter out from your embarrassment as he continued to laugh and smile at you as if you were the main punchline of a joke, one of Rindou’s ring-clad hands went to your face and held your jaw his sweet smell of caramel mixed with alcohol filling your nose as he looked at you with pure amusement in his purple irises “Why? That's what you are, aren’t you?” He replied tilting his head slightly with his eyes drifting down to your thighs that were still rubbing against each other before making eye contact with you again.

He really was making fun of you and now that he knew of the rubbing of your thighs he’d keep doing it if this argument continued. You stayed silent and didn’t reply to his question and looked down telling him that he had won the argument as you were too embarrassed to say anything else and that if you had anything else to say to him, you were turned on, embarrassed and a bit drunk so you just accepted your defeat not wanting this to turn into another argument that ended in you started to walk home and him shooting bullets at your feet and at you purposely missing while screaming at you to get your ass back in the club. You were too tired to deal with another situation like that.

“That’s what I thought.” Rindou said tilting your head back up and forcing you to make eye contact with him before he pressed his lips against yours while also pressing your body against the brick wall, your features creased at this action and you raised your hand before slapping him across his face separating your lips and leaving a bright red mark on the side of Rindou’s face “You think that just because you gave me a fake ass ‘I love you’ and a kiss, I’m just gonna become your mindless whore and follow you back into the club?” You said prodding your finger into his chest and roughly pressing against the custom Saint Laurent tuxedo jacket he wore. 

Rindou didn’t even acknowledge the pain in his face nor the action that caused it and just lustfully smiled at you “I have to fuck you too?” He added to your question, that he knew you wanted him. It was obvious from how you were nearly creating a fire with the friction you were creating with your thighs rubbing together and how you peered up at him with those wide eyes he always saw whenever you wanted something from him. Specifically, him in between your legs.

You just blinked at him taking in what he said before grabbing the collar of his white button-up and yanking him down sloppily kissing his lips. He let out a laugh in the kiss as you had given him the answer he knew you were going to say, his hand rested on your hip and his other hand released its grip on your jaw before heading down to the back of your thigh before moving up to your butt being squeezed between the fat of your ass and the brick wall and his other hand on your hip repeated the same motion as you two continued to make out “Jump.” He whispered as he held onto your butt and you did as he said, it was so hilarious how just a few minutes ago you were screaming back at him and telling him you didn’t care about what he had to say and now he was telling you to jump and you were doing it, the only flaw was you didn’t ask how high because you already knew how high.

Rindou held you up against the wall and your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively while your hands remained in their place gripping his collar. You whimpered as you broke the kiss before trailing your lips down to his exposed neck kissing and sucking all over his neck and his bonten tattoo. You liked putting hickies there because you knew you weren’t supposed to, he told you not to so it could be visible and that just made you want to do it more after all, you were still pissed at him.

Rindou’s hand crept up your dress to your inner thigh but you glared at him “Make me cum and that’s it. I’m still not talking to you tonight.” You said rudely and rindou smiled as his fingers glided over the wet patch on your panties, the same panties he saw Nahoya reveal to the entire club “Whatever you want baby.” He replied pushing the lace fabric to the side making your back arch slightly from the gush of cold wind hitting your core.

“But you better not go back to that curly-head fuck.” 

“You’d rather I go to Sanzu then?”

“You don’t remember when he almost lost all his fingers ‘cause you tried that shit?”

A small smile grew on your face at the mention of that situation, of course, you remembered. Sanzu wouldn’t stop laughing about it for weeks but he never stopped calling you baby girl even after that and it was most likely because he knew it pissed off Rindou and he loved to piss off Rindou. “I do but maybe I just like his hand on my ass. Maybe he likes it too.” You responded as you watched as Rindou’s hand worked at his belt while he continued to hold you up against the wall with his other “That’s what I’m for.” The hand he had on your ass to hold you up groped your butt as the words left his lips dripping with honey as you watched him lower his pants, not enough for them to pool around his ankles but just enough for him to free himself from the confinements of his boxers.

His cock stood up straight, tip bright red. He angled himself as he moved his hips forward before pushing himself in your leaking cunt “Slid right in huh?” Rindou commented as he watched as you huffed with your mouth opening slightly, he didn’t waste any time and immediately started thrusting inside of you “S...shut up.” All rindou could do was laugh at your stammering while you buried your face into the crook of his neck.

He let out groans as he felt you biting and kissing at his neck while he continued to hold you up against the cool brick wall, your dress shining in the fluorescent lights as you rocked back and forth with his hips meeting yours. 

The usual cycle of your relationship had continued. You and Rindou get into an argument, you say something about fucking another guy, he laughs and it ends in him fucking all of that confidence out of you and you cursed yourself for allowing it once again but with every hit at your cervix, you cared even less because at the end of the day. You loved him, even if you thought he didn’t love you and he never said it, you still loved him. If you didn’t, you would’ve left a long time ago “I love you.” You said as your nails dug into his shoulders, he didn’t respond and just grunted. Like usually.

His thrusts were getting sloppier as he threw his head back letting you deep moans, his Adam's apple bobbing with every voice crack and grunt as your pathetic moans echoed into his ear. Your back harshly hitting the wall repeatedly while you felt your dress bunching up to your hips, was sure to give you a few bruises along with some fingerprint-sized bruises on your ass from how his fingers were digging into the fat of your bottom but this time it was different. He was rougher than he usually was and that’s saying a lot considering he was pretty rough during make-up sex.

Rindou reached one of his hands up to grab your face and he pulled you out of his neck and forced you to look at him, tears in your eyes from the harsh thrusts and slight pain in your back as you looked at him with his purple irises peering down at you softly, instead of anger and lust you expected, love and lust were swirled into the lilac color of his eyes “I wanna…see you. Keep–fuck–looking at me.” The haitani man sputtered out as he breathed heavily, his chest rising up and down quickly with his deep breaths. His hand slowly made its way back to your ass and pushed you up higher as you were slightly leaning down and you kept looking at him resisting the urge to squeeze your eyes shut.

“I fucking love you too,” Rindou said and your eyes widened a bit at this, you didn’t believe him the first time he said that but now, you kind of did. It sounded like he meant it, like it was coming straight from his heart because whenever rindou was having sex with you, he mainly kept quiet unless he was dirty talking or calling you pretty and it was because everything he said in this moment of vulnerability he had with you came from his heart. When he called you pretty, he meant it. When he said how fucking good you felt, he meant it and him telling you that he loves you…well, he meant it and you saw it.

You saw it in his eyes, his roughness, the sound of his voice when he said it, you could tell but there was still that little part in your brain that was somehow still intact while the rest of your mind had gone dumb at this point, told you that he didn’t mean it. He had never said it before so why was he saying it now? He didn’t mean it, he couldn’t have but maybe he did.

Your mouth opened to ask him about it but quickly closed at the sudden flash of light making you and rindou both squeeze your eyes shut. You fluttered your eyes open before turning toward the direction of light shielding your eyes with your forearm and you saw a man, he had his phone up with the flash on laughing as he pointed it toward you and rindou “No fucking way, bonten boss rindou fucking some prostitute?” Did he have a death wish? He sounded like some stupid fanboy.

Rindou let out a grunt of dissatisfaction and annoyance but his thrusts didn’t halt, he reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a gun aiming it toward the phone and he didn’t waste any time pulling the trigger right in front of your eyes with smoke leaving the gun and a loud bang echoing in your eye ringing slightly. You and Rindou watched as the guy fell to the ground a bullet hole in the middle of his face and threw his phone “Oops. Didn’t mean to shoot him.” Rindou said carelessly, you doubted that he actually didn’t mean to do that, you knew that rindou and the rest of Bonten had no issue killing. Obviously.

And rindou had no issue whatsoever shooting someone dead for calling you out of your name which this man had foolishly done “See what I do for you baby?” Rindou said bringing your attention back to him and you didn’t say anything but let out a couple of moans as he continued to thrust inside of your sloppy cunt with squelches and wet sounds echoing into the empty alleyway along with your high-pitched slutty moans. “You gone dumb already? Can’t speak?” You whined at his words as he put his face to your neck sucking at the fleshy skin and pulling at it with his teeth.

“Y-You meant whatchu’ said? T-That you..ngh, love me?” You asked completely dismissing his question and only wanting an answer to why he would tell you that he loved you, but he didn’t respond. Not right away at least and you felt his thrusts get softer and a bit slower which was easier for you to take “Yeah, I do. I love you so fucking much, that’s why I stay with you. That’s why I fight for you, that’s why I kill for you.” Rindou answered in your ear raising his face a bit so you could hear his words clearly but it didn’t sound like he was telling you that, it sounded like he was telling himself that. Telling himself how stupid he was for not realizing his love for you earlier while he reminisced about all the things he had done for you and because of you.

You stayed silent as you moved up and down the wall with your back now fully pressed against the wall so there was no need for your back to feel that pain anymore, your eyes were wide and your lips were parted slightly at his words and your face stayed that way as he pulled his face completely away from your neck to look at you with his lidded eyes “I love you.” He repeated this time staring dead at you and your breath hitched at the sudden rough thrust but you remained with your eyes open as you held eye contact with him. He meant it, he really did. Rindou told you he loved you and…he meant it, it’s all you’ve ever wanted from him.

Your eyes watered as you brought your hands to the cheeks of his face before pulling him in for a gentle kiss closing your eyes as you did so, your tongues fighting for dominance as you and him both moaned and groaned into the kiss. His lips were soft against yours as he practically shoved his tongue down your throat while leaning his body even more into yours, one of your hands went to his hair running your fingers through the multi-colored locks making a mess of the previously tamed and combed strands. Fuck not forgiving him tonight. You knew you would anyway.

When Ran and Sanzu both told you they loved you and just didn’t want to admit it, you didn’t believe them. Not for one bit. Not even when they managed to get Kokonoi, Mikey, and Inui, who could not care less about whatever you and Rindou had going on, to tell you that he talks about you almost all day damn near every day whether it be how much you were pissing him off or what kind thing you did for him that morning. You didn’t believe any of it and said you wouldn’t until you heard those words come from Rindou’s mouth and now that you had, you felt stupid for not believing anything those two said because it was true. For once in their lives, they were telling the truth.

Maybe you would’ve believed them in the slightest if they weren’t such fucking liars.

Your cunt tightened around Rindou’s cock making a groan escape from his lips as he broke the kiss throwing his head back and messing up his hair even more than you did “Gonna take all of it?” He grumbled out as his pace quickened he was getting close and so were you, you were on the verge of spilling everything in that knot inside of your stomach out onto this filthy ground “Mhm!” You hummed in response while violently nodding as tears spilled down your cheeks from the emotional overload and the pleasure in your stomach that caused you to arch your back.

“N-Not gonna spill any? Fuck...!” Rindou continued to tease “No! Just…please rinnie!” You whined out loudly, everyone inside of the club could probably hear your pleas even over that loud music but no one would care. They were all probably too drunk to care in the first place and this wouldn’t be the first time you and Rindou had angry sex outside or inside of the club very loudly. Rindou didn’t say anything and just grunted as he delivered one more harsh thrust colliding his hips with yours for a final time before the knot snapped and you came screaming as you did so. Your cunt tightening around him once again as you did this made Rindou cum right after you emptying himself all in you with a moan following.

You two stood there in that position for a while catching your breath as you peered up at him in all of his post-climax glory with purple and pink strands sticking to his sweaty forehead while he glowed in the lights from above your head. He dropped your legs allowing you to stand on your own stumbling a bit from your heels before his hands went to fix your hair as you fixed your dress “You good now? Not gonna be a bitch or do I need to do s’more?” Rindou asked as he pulled up his pants buckling his belt and smoothing his palms down his tuxedo while watching as you fixed your panties before any of his cum could leak out and onto the floor or down your thigh.

You smiled at him sloppily before nodding earning a tired smile from him, you clung to his arm as you both began to walk back to the club ignoring the lifeless body that rindou had shot dead a minute ago while you smiled dumbly happy with the events that had taken place while rindou’s cum dropped onto the ground blew you as you walked leaking out of the sides of your panties. 

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[taintandviolent]

*chants* part three! Part three! Part three!

That was so good!!!!

YOU GUYS ARE SOOOOOOOO SWEEEEEEEEET! And yes.... yes, part three.

[suzukiblu]

Please, cuddling, and TimKon?

. . . I am sorry but also I am NOT sorry for what I have done with this reply, but hey, why don't we all enjoy this one being the only prompt fill from this meme that got a read-more cut??

“Please,” Kon tries, trying not to look–he doesn’t know, weird and needy and like an embarrassment, or whatever. It feels like such a stupid thing to ask for. He knows Tim’s not really a hugger or a touchy-feely guy or whatever and that he likes having his own space and basically always hops out of bed right after sex to go write down all the shit his post-nut clarity made him think of, and the idea of, like, just staying still and actually cuddling or whatever is probably basically literal torture to him, assuming it’s ever even occurred to him at all, just . . . 

Just he’d kind of like to sometimes, maybe? Like–not regularly or whatever, he’s not trying to drive Tim nuts or cut into either his worktime or downtime here, just . . .

Just he’d like to do it sometimes, that’s all. 

Tim’s not the tactile type. Tim isn’t even the eye contact type, unless he’s lying to somebody or at work or just faking it for Robin-mode or whatever. Kon gets that. He’s been, like–careful about that. Not trying to take up too much space or ask for too much attention or mind when Tim doesn’t even look up at him when he– 

He’s been careful about it. 

But he is . . . well. The tactile type. Like . . . kind of, anyway. 

Like–it’s kinda unavoidable, honestly. 

“Oh,” Tim says, blinking at him in just enough bemusement to make him feel even more self-conscious about bringing this shit up to begin with, and Kon tries to keep his expression casual and noncommittal and–and just normal about this. Because he is totally normal about this. He is so normal about this. He is.

He’s also normal about the fact that when he asked Tim if he could talk to him about something, Tim didn’t even put down his tablet. Didn’t even put it to sleep, or actually even look up from it until . . . 

Kon’s normal about that. About all of this. 

(and he definitely never feels kind of weird or a little bit abandoned because Tim can’t EVER just bring his stupid laptop back to bed or at least work on whatever he’s thinking about IN the bedroom at the untouched desk he's got set up in there or even just, like . . . stick around and hang out on the couch with him, or anything like that. he definitely totally ENTIRELY doesn’t ever just feel like a casual fuckbuddy or an easy hookup or a gala-night accessory or just the most immediately convenient option and not actually–not actually any kind of a–not actually something that– 

he doesn’t. 

definitely.)

“Uh,” Kon says, and backpedals awkwardly, because clearly this conversation is not going the way he’d wanted it to and Tim just looks so surprised by it all, like–like it never even occurred to him or something, that maybe . . . that maybe Kon would want anything like that, or like he literally just hasn’t noticed how hard Kon’s been trying to be normal about it, or . . . 

It doesn’t feel very good, the idea he’s been trying so hard to respect Tim’s space and preferences and comfort levels and Tim hasn’t even noticed that he was doing anything at all. 

Especially because Tim usually notices just about everything. 

Maybe Tim’s just never thinking about it. Maybe he gets out of bed so quick because he’s spent the whole time in it thinking about other shit and just putting up with–just– 

“Kon,” Tim says, his voice going a little tight, and Kon just tries not to wince. He didn’t mention any of the complicated stuff he’s been trying not to feel, he just asked if Tim could–if Tim would– 

He didn’t even mention any of the complicated stuff, so it’s, like–not a great sign that Tim’s looking at him like that right now, like he’s said something really serious or upsetting or . . . 

He really shouldn’t have said anything, yeah. 

“Sorry,” he tries stiffly, glancing away and wrapping his hand around his own wrist and digging his fingers into the inside of it. It’s–tactile. Just . . . something tactile. “I know you don’t–sorry. Uh. Just forget it.” 

“Fuck,” Tim mutters for some reason, and Kon feels like such an idiot for saying anything at all, and a worse one for apparently doing it in a way that’s got Tim making that face at him. That face is Robin’s “my utility belt is empty, comms are fried, and the mission just went to shit” face. 

He really fucked this up. It was fine. Everything was fine, and now he’s wrecked it and Tim’s about to say it’s not even that serious, it’s not like it’s even–not like they’re even–and that Kon’s clearly gotten the wrong idea and they should just–just– 

“How long have you felt this way?” Tim asks very, very carefully, like the question’s something fragile, and Kon thinks from literally the first fucking time you left me alone in bed all night so you could go recalibrate some stupid useless specialty sensor that wasn’t even part of your primary gear, like, a WEEK into us sleeping together and says, “I dunno. It’s not–I told you. Forget it. It’s not a big deal.” 

He’s being weird about this. He’s being an asshole about this, actually, because being prepared for literally every single possible contingency ever is the Bats’ whole thing and he got into this knowing Tim wasn’t the touchy-feely type or all that expressive and emotive about–about his feelings, or whatever, and–and it’s not like he even–not like he– 

(he just wants a fucking HUG he didn't have to FUCK him for every now and then, or for Tim to at least exist in the same space as him for longer than the time it takes for the next email from Oracle to come in or next alert from Batman to go off or next self-assigned project to finish processing or–

but that’s not something Tim does, and Kon knew that going in, so–so it’s his own stupid fault if he feels SMALL sometimes, when . . . when there’s always something else, always another problem to solve or place to be or thing to think about, always . . . always something more important than just . . . staying, just for a little bit, and just BEING with–with him. just him. not the team, or either of their families, or . . .)

He knew all this going in, Kon reminds himself. He knew it. If he were this bad at being with literally anyone else, he’d just–he’d just– 

But something about it being Tim means he just . . . can’t. 

Tim’s jaw tightens, and he finally sets down his stupid tablet. 

Only now, though, Kon thinks bitterly, and digs his fingers a little deeper into the inside of his wrist. 

“Kon,” Tim says again, says too carefully again. Like something’s fragile, again. “I–” 

“I said forget it, for fuck’s sake!” Kon snaps too hotly, and maybe hates himself for both doing it and for the stricken look that doing it puts on Tim’s face, and also maybe cheats a bit by super-speeding straight out the balcony door into the night air and not taking his cell or his communicator with him. Or–definitely does, in fact. Definitely that’s cheating. He knows it is. 

He just really can’t stand to hear Tim tell him how he’s fucked up this time right now, though. He just–he tried so fucking hard not to fuck up this time. 

He really, really tried. 

He should’ve known it wouldn’t work, but . . . but he really did try.

[lookninjas]

Pick a song from a bad description! You do not have to recognize any of these songs to choose them. Go by the vibes. By the feel. By your desire to take part in some folktronica raving, or your need for the epic harmonium to intensify. Whatever appeals.

At the end of the week, I will make a playlist from the results of the poll, moving from the song with the lowest number of votes to the song with the highest number of votes. If you would like to hear the playlist when it comes out, leave a comment or say it in the tags and I will tag you when the playlist comes out. If you are desperately curious to know about one song in particular, shoot me an ask and I will answer.

And please reblog the post! How are your mutuals supposed to know about the giant vulva if they don't see the poll, right? Believe me, they'll want to know about the giant vulva.

See you in a week!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

had a human au thought of Barnaby and Wally. idk doing their taxes or going through bills together since they share a house & Barnaby going "hey we could get married for tax benefits and health insurance. wait no what if i want to marry Howdy someday? it's illegal to be married to two people." Wally goes "we could get divorced" and Barnaby gets legitimately sad like:

[linkedin-offficial]

blood orange

[candyunicornsateme]

Please feed me mccormick angst. Give me your headcanonssssssss

Okay so like my main usual ideas are not extremely grim but generally pretty dismal and depressing like.

Kevin to me is like the type to steal some money from Kenny for some random thing and maybe Carol will say "hey don't do that" but nothing comes of it and there's no getting it back. I also see him "borrowing" Kenny's stuff in general like his PSP and Kenny has to hide it from him. He's not really intentionally an asshole but he's kinda a pain in the ass stupid older brother that adds to Kenny's stress occasionally. Yanno what I mean.

Also just see Kevin as the one to move out and disappear as soon as he's old enough to. Probably has the most tension with their dad, because... he's white trash and fights back? I guess? Which is compounded by one of the few scenes of him there is in the show. There's really not much to go off of with him in the show either so there's that too, so I am generalizing to a degree.

Kenny's dad is almost always a major touchy spot and source of issues, not just for Kenny. Like it's kind of a given. Most of the physical fighting happens between his parents especially when alcohol is involved, but I really have a hard time not thinking there'd be a few incidents if shit gets really bad. Like booze and drugs??? Some shit's bound to really blow up.

I normally picture Kenny not having many, if any, physical altercations with his dad, but I think his dad would totally just start bitching at him a lot of times, being jaded and complaining about money and demanding shit ("you have so much time to go hang with your friends you could be making money to pay for all this food you kids fucking eat"). Kenny generally ignores him, but it's anxiety inducing and at worst extremely frustrating. There's a lot more negative memories than good and I always see Kenny having some really fucked up internalized anger because he would leave instead of lashing out. Even grown up he wouldn't confront unless it was to protect someone else from getting hurt.

Like Kenny doesn't hate him but he wishes both his dad and his mom could stop drinking and taking their anger out on each other at the very least.

But maybe sometimes he does hate him. We can have a little hate and violence as a treat.

Carol is just stuck and forced to pick up the slack working long evening shifts and stuff like that, so no one's around to make the kids dinner, and she's usually too tired or checked out drinking, or arguing with Stuart on other days, to do too much. So homecooked meals are very rare, cleaning is sparse, and most times she just looks so tired and defeated just barely getting by. She expresses love and affection more, and the worst she would intentionally do is smack Kenny's arm. Sometimes she gives Kenny some tough love type of scolding, which could be a little something he can relate to with Kyle. Sometimes she sounds so sad though when she says nice things like that Kenny's her "sweet little boy", like she knows he's forced to look after himself and help look after Karen.

Kenny will come home late at night from hanging with friends or anything and his mom will be passed out alone on the couch on her stomach, just the glow of the old TV flickering some late-night infomercial no one's watching and reflecting on empty bottles and crap on the coffee table and Kenny just sighs. (This scene has been on my drawing list for years but at this point fuck it lmao)

Given their parents being like that, Karen grows up very anxious and unsure, and Kenny really is her rock until she gets older. :(

And KenNY... The idea of him fucking taking on the parentified child role and having to keep his shit together because he's gotta look out for Karen. He's gotta do shit like get Karen medicine when she's sick. Goes to the laundromat to clean their clothes because they don't have functioning machines at home (been there, it sucks). And he doesn't say shit about any of it, not the bruises, not the severity of drinking, not the having to escape his house because of the yelling. Until suddenly one day out of the blue he'll laugh and say his dad would've beat his ass if he did xyz and then doesn't explain or mention it again.

Yeah. Like that :)

BUT DON'T GET ME WRONG. I think more wholesome, nice stuff with all them is good too lol. I promise. I don't want anyone to assume this means I think other ideas/interpretations are "wrong". Kevin could be a derpy well-meaning brother too. Yanno.

Like I wish I could look at them and not only think of domestic violence and not wanting to be home, but like I said in my other post, my old edgelord hcs of yesteryear remain most heavily in Kenny's family. I just really love me some Kenny angst like that lol.

[whumpninja]

Whumpee sleeping in a barn.

[jevilowo]

Okay everyone on here has spread their specific Spydad reveal headcanons. Let me present how I think it would realistically go down if they chose to go down that route in the comics:

Scout: hey yeh my dad's Tom Jones ain't that badass

Soldier: TOM JONES??? HEY I KILLED THAT GUY!!!

Scout (Denial): WHAT??? NO?? NUH UH!!

Soldier: *digs out newspaper that says Tom Jones is dead*

Scout: oh God, then...

Scout's Ma, inexplicably showing up: aw hey sweetie! *kisses Scout on forehead* ooh and you're here too, mon pe-teat shoe flour! *kisses Spy on cheek* have ya told him yet?

Spy: ....non

Scout:

NOOOOOO GOD DAMMMITTTTTTT!!!!!!

Spy: so you didn't-

Scout: OF COURSE I FRICKIN KNEW, STUPID, I'M NOT AN IDIOT! I JUST HATE YOU! FUCK!!

Soldier: ...SO DOES THAT MEAN SPY WAS SECRETLY TOM JONES THE WHOLE TIME?

And then they never elaborate on this again.

[ghostfiish]

I did a panel redraw game on the Sleepless Domain discord server!! This was a really fun exercise and a good challenge to myself :)

Go read the comic if you like magical girl stuff (especially since this probably counts as some spoilers even without much context here lol)

I included closeups of the individual panels as well since the entire page isn't quite clear in the photo I took. There's some things I might wanna fix later for my own satisfaction but I'm happy with it!

[nixoon-again]

The idle hum of the fluorescent lights is all that resonates in his sensitive ears. 

Distantly, he recognizes that he's been sitting in the same position for too long. Long enough that the light seeping through the  window somewhere to his right isn't as warm and golden in its hue anymore. He realizes that night time has fallen upon the bustling city of Station Square and perhaps it's late enough for everyone to be leaving for their homes and settling in for sleep after a nice warm meal.

Even more distantly, if that is even possible for his current almost disassociated situation, he realizes that he should be asleep too. Of course his rest doesn't have much to do with the time and the shift in the sky's colours or the quiet city just beyond these walls. He never fell into slumber with the sun, working late at nights for hours without breaks sometimes left him no opportunity for sleep at all. He doesn't mind it though, he likes working. Even if it costs him a bit of rest, he'd rather have his work done sooner than later. Maybe that's what he needs right now. Something to work on will be much better to distract his mind than the buzzing of the lights.

Unfortunately, as much as the idea entices him, he can't leave for his workshop just yet.

He doubts he'd be able to.

If his trembling legs don't give in under the weight of his body then the soul crushing grasp of something icy and sharp around his heart will certainly stop him.

So he stays where he is and listens to the buzz of the lights, of the footsteps as people walk by thin in numbers, as a clock ticks away in a distance — indicating that hours have passed but Tails can't get himself to count the ticks or look at the clock. He has worked hard to concentrate on the fluorescent lights, on their inner workings, their first discovery, their usage and why they're being used in hospital waiting rooms and everything he can think of about them on the top of his head in an attempt to ground himself but he's afraid if he looks at the time, he'll lose his progress and will be back where he begun; on the verge of curling up in a ball of fluff and crying his heart out until he passes out.

The waiting room falls deadly silent after a while — no more footsteps entertain his hearing range and Tails is afraid he's the last one left waiting for updates from the doctors.

This is a bit odd for him too, he hasn't been in this position many times aside from a few where one of their battles did get pretty out of hand but despite all of the adventures, they don't regularly show up at hospitals. Let alone sit in waiting rooms for hours on end, hoping and praying that someone will walk out of that door and tell him that everything is fine, he's fine, he's safe—

Do they even know he's here? 

Probably not.

Then again, technically, he isn't supposed to be here either. 

For all the doctors and nurses know, he's supposed to be asleep under the weight of all those painkillers in his hospital room.

But there's not much sleeping he can do, can he? 

Not when he doesn't know if Sonic's breathing again or—

Nope. No. Okay, let's not do that. Back to the lights. There's a moth that has started bumping into it repeatedly and he briefly wonders where it got in from since the windows appear to be closed and all. Briefly, since he doesn't ponder it for long. He lets his tired eyes — exhausted, red, getting heavier with every passing second and threatening to dampen — trail the insect's movements. It bumps into the light, circles about afterwards and then tries again and keeps repeating this cycle and maybe it's enough to distract him, even for a while. He's enraptured with the small creature's naïveté. 

He thinks, in a sense, he isn't that different from the moth. 

He just doesn't know if the waiting room is his light or is it his brother?

He's afraid to say it's the latter. 

Tails loves Sonic. 

He loves his brother more than anything in this world and he's been so sure that Sonic loves him just as much if not more too because that's just who they are. They are Sonic and Tails, they're brothers not bound by blood but something stronger — an unbreakable thread binding them both. They're a cosmic truth.

Yet Tails finds himself sitting here and questioning himself of that bond.

Sonic and Tails are to each other what a moth is to a flame.

They love each other.

But Tails is starting to see the flame get too close.

They'll burn.

And Tails is okay with burning if it's for Sonic, don't get him wrong. He'll do anything for Sonic. He's burnt for Sonic before, the bandages covering half his face and his right arm should be enough proof.

He's just afraid of burning Sonic.

He's afraid they've reached that point today.

Sonic is hurt because of him.

He's supposed to be the smart one, isn't he? Three hundred IQ and he couldn't have realized this sooner? Did he really need for today to come pass to know what the unbreakable bond truly means? Could he have spared Sonic the pain?

Tears prick at his eyes but Tails doesn't think he deserves to cry.

Not after what he did today.

Not after being the reason he almost lost his brother today.

(Worst of all; he still doesn't know if Sonic is okay.)

Tails finds it difficult to breathe around the lump in his throat.

Pathetic. Cry baby.

His own voice echoes in his mind, taunting.

He takes a deep breath and steels himself. He knows the solution to the moth and flame problem but he's certain Sonic will never agree to it. Sonic is too kind, too good, too generous. It will be cruel of Tails to know how to protect his brother and not do it, Sonic doesn't deserve that. 

Tails hurt Sonic.

The flame burnt the moth.

In order to not hurt Sonic anymore, Tails will simply snuff out the flame.

Even if his brother disagrees with him, Tails knows it's for the best.

(Quietly, distantly, his own heart disagrees with him too but he's too scared to listen to him.)

Another half an hour passes before a doctor walks out of the emergency room.

There's a hint of surprise on her face upon seeing him there — since he's supposed to be resting in his room and not be here — but she quickly moulds her expression into a more professional one before she delivers the news to him.

“He's awake.”

Even though Tails smiles, his ocean eyes tired and out of tears, he doesn't visit Sonic.

He doesn't visit Sonic for a long time.

[tezzaa]

mannn i WISH simon had had a chance to meet fern. the shit he's struggling with in fionna & cake are honestly shockingly similar to what fern dealt with. kid would not have had great advice but he at least would Get It - fern knows alllll about feeling lost and alone in a world that has no place for you where everyone seems fixated on and prefer this other version of you even though you literally can't be that You anymore. they could have started a little club

[keydekyie]

"You’ve seen the very worst of me, and you’re still here, and I don’t know why. And it scares me so much, not just because I’m afraid you’ll realize what I am, and that I’m not worth it, but because… because now I’m afraid you won’t."

[motelsnleatherseats]

The boys had been walking on eggshells around John ever since he had caught them trying to get a little one on one time in the gas station bathroom. He could tell that Dean is still expecting him to change his mind and physically lash out at him with the way he tenses up around him. He hadn't seen any marks on either of the boys, so they either took his advice or they're too scared to jump back onto the hobby horse with him around.

Sam's the first one to try and regain their closeness. John could see it in the longing gazes he threw at Dean who skillfully skirted the eye contact. He saw when Sam sat a little too close that Dean would look for reasons to get up and find something that suddenly needed his attention. He could also see the hurt and rejection on Sam's transparent expressions, but it's best not to talk about it. This isn't something he should be encouraging, but he's aware of what's at stake.

John decided it was best to let them reconnect when he's not around, so he picked up another hunt in hopes they'll rekindle their deeper connection.

By the time he gets back 2 weeks later, he walked into the motel room where Dean was beside himself and there's no Sammy in sight.

"What happened? Where's Sam?" John asked, immediately knowing something was wrong from the look of panic on his eldest's face.

"I don't know, he took off--"

"What do you mean you don't know?" John barked, his hands hauling Dean up by the front of shirt from where he was sitting on the bed. "What happened?"

"He left! W-we got into a fight and he just got so upset! Please Dad, I didn't mean to--" Dean stammered, eyes brimmed with tears as he brought his hands up to hold John's wrists in an attempt to get out of his death grip.

"Why did you let him leave?" John demanded, giving him a rough shake. Dean knew the rules, Sam wasn't to be let out of his sight.

"I didn't!" Dean pleaded as the tears spilled over and ran down his cheeks. "He took off when I was sleeping, I looked everywhere for him, I swear to God," he sobbed, and John yolked him up against the wall, teeth bared.

"You had one fucking job. One, Dean. What were you supposed to do?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"What was your job?" John growled and Dean swallowed hard, wincing at the hold his father had on him.

"Look after Sammy."

"And you couldn't fucking do that. Now he's out there doing God knows what. I depend on you to keep this family together, goddammit," he seethed, his blood boiling. "You're supposed to make sure he's taken care of."

"I couldn't! I can't, not that way. I thought you were going to kill me when you found out. I was wrong to do it, he's my brother, it's not right.." Dean confessed, his heart hammering in his chest as he gazed at his father apologetically.

"That's right, he's your brother. You're all he's got. I'm doing my fucking best to hunt down the thing that killed your mother so you don't have to, and all I ask in return is that you keep him happy. No matter what."

Dean choked out another sob and John dropped his hands, watching as he caught himself on weak knees, slumped against the wall.

"Stop fucking crying. Get your shit, we're going to find him and you're going to fix this."

Once Dean had gathered himself, John loaded up the Impala and got them on the road to start asking questions around town in order to track down Sam, discovering that he bought himself a bus ticket and hightailed it to Flagstaff.

By the time they had made it to Arizona, John had given Dean his expectations in terms of what it meant to take care of Sam. Keep him close, keep him happy, regardless of what that entailed. Once they had tracked down Sam's exact location, John parked the Impala and turned to Dean, his gaze hard and commanding compliance.

"We do whatever we need to for this family. You're going to love him in every way he needs to be loved, do you understand me?"

"Yessir."

"Good. Now go in there and bring him back."

↳ part 1 || part 2

[theloveinc]

Unlike divorced!Kirishima (who told you he wanted to try taking a break before making anything official), I think Deku doesn’t mention anything at all before he tries to remove himself from your life.

Goes straight from simply acting busy and being distant to suddenly, fully ignoring you at home and over the phone; I don’t even think he tries to serve you divorce papers before he moves out entirely, so desperate to… what? You don’t know and probably never will.

(That is, until he returns after years of silence with tears in his eyes asking for you to take him back.)

[mudstoneabyss]

actually. the specific phrasing that boy Kevin wants to kill older Kevin with "I must disassemble him, piece by piece, so that everything inside of the Old Kevin comes out. Only then can the New Kevin truly begin." is so incredibly the idea that to heal from trauma and "improve" you have to destroy every "wrong" part of yourself, that everything "tainted" by it has to somehow be replaced by something untouched (which isn't possible)