#ohhhh fuck I should probably do that tomorrow

[albedobeheading]

the thing is tho that I do know I would genuinely be doing better if I wasn’t still living at home and I’d be able to take the time to respond appropriately to uncomfortable feelings. but also sometimes people are dicks!!!

[natailiatulls07]

The golden trio Pt 5

Lando Norris x female!reader

Carlos Sainz x female!reader

Max Verstappen & Female!reader & Charles Leclerc

Summary - Being bestfriends with two famous formula one drivers is never easy, but what will happen when you get involved with yet another formula one driver??

Warning - a cringy pick up line, cheating, slight argument and swearing

A/n - I’ve been ill all weekend so I have just been getting some things done so you are getting loads this weekend

There is also kind of a time skip half way through, but you’ll know when 🤍

How is everyone feeling about todays Grand Prix?? 🥹

The golden trio

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Text (White: Reader) (Orange: Lando)

Hey, are you lighting cause I make you McQueen 😉

Lando Norris are you trying to use a pick up line on me?? 😳

Of course darling, just trying to shoot my shot

Well in that case if you want to shoot your shot, take me on a date

Tomorrow 6pm I pick you up

Do I get to know where we’re going Mr Norris??

Nope. I’ll see you then 😘

See you tomorrow 6 pm 🤍

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Gossip Groupchat (White: Reader) (Red: Charles) (Blue: Max)

Hey Bee, me and Charlie have found a new film wanna do a movie night tonight??

Yeah! It looks like a great film, we think you’ll like it 😁

Oh I’m sorry guys, I have a date tonight…

A date?!

With who!??

Um…Lando 🤭

Wait what?? Has finally come to his senses and remembered that night?!

Idk, he sent me a very cringy pick up line to shoot his shot

Yeah and then what??

I then said if he wanted to shoot his shot he should take me on a date so yeah he’s picking me up at 6

Ohhhh so that’s why you were busy all day

Yep, I was getting my nails done and doing some last minute pieces

Well we’ll probably see you just before you leave so I won’t give you the talk just yet 😇

Now I’m considering sneaking out 😅

Don’t you dare young lady!!

lando.jpg

Shooting my shot for her 😍

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username I want dates like this 😩

username Lando taking photos of their date is just to make us jealous 😤

= username Well it worked 🫤

charles_leclerc Don’t forget about her curfew

= lando.jpg Of course, don’t want to get on the big brothers bad sides 😳

= username Overprotective brothers!!!

Texts (White: Reader) (Orange: Lando)

I had a great time last night, thank you 🥰

Of course, I had to win you over and I hope I’ve done that 🤞🏻

You were successful in winning me over

Yayyy!! Wanna do it again some time?

I’d be a fool to turn that down 😅

-

yourusername

Monthly dump 😚

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username Not Y/n posting Lando’s back like we don’t know who she’s dating like girl we know, it’s okay 😂

username The food is making me HUNGRY!!

username She’s just like us, posting the ‘worst’ photos of her bestfriends lol

landonorris Who’s that in the McLaren hoodie?? 😏

= yourusername Idk but he uses some cringy pick up lines 😃

username Not Max being an iPad kid 🫣

f1gossip

Spotted: Lando Norris sharing a kiss with another girl whilst Y/n L/n is seen shopping on the other side of Monte Carlo

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username Isn’t Lando and Y/n a thing??

= username Yeah…

= username That means he’s cheating on her 🫢

= username Yeah…

username Why?? Lando why??!

username No I can’t, I just can’t today no!!

username He continues to fuck up my ship! FUCK!

Texts (White: Reader) (Orange: Lando)

Baby I’m so sorry!

No you can’t go ‘baby’ me. No not after you go and kiss another girl Lando.

It’s not what it looks like, please let me explain

Go on then explain why you were passionately kissing another girl in your car

Seen 4 mins ago

I can’t, I’m so sorry darling

Please it didn’t mean anything to me honestly

Baby? Y/n??

I love you sweetheart

Twitter

username Lando Norris you are gonna need to hide from Max and Charles once they see what you’ve done mate 😳

username He has fucked up so much!

username I bet she’s devastated, poor girl 🥺

username Every thing is okay, everything is okay, everything is okay… we’re fucked

Text (Blue: Max V) (Orange: Lando)

Look I’ve tried to talk to Y/n but I’ve just fucked it all up I’m sorry

Yeah you can say that again. Mate if you’ve come here trying to get cut of any slack you might want to think again

I know, I just wish I didn’t do it

Yk that girl LOVES you, she has been the happiest she has ever been since she started getting hate but you fucked that up

Yeah

Charlie and I have tried to get her out of her bedroom but nothing so you gotta think of something and fast

I will, I’m sorry

I know you’re sorry, please don’t think that me and Charlie hate you because we don’t

Thank you, she’s lucky to have you guys

We’re just abit annoyed that she has been hurt once again

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[dollfaceksj]

WAITING FOR CAL CHAPTER 5

today’s update is a little on the short and rushed side bc i was rlly busy today. sorry! hope u guys still like it

can’t afford love | myg (m) #5

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you blink at him for a few moments when he says this with the straightest face ever

you respond, “you did but you just came. there’s no point in making me cum again if the reason for us having sex in the first place is already done.”

“well, yeah,” he pauses, “but i’m not just gonna unload inside you and leave you hanging. reason or not. what do you take me for?”

oh

well

it’s true

yoongi always insisted on making you cum, whether you’d already came or not

but every thing’s different this time

“it’s okay, yoongi, really,” you say, even though him rocking his hips against yours like that just a few seconds ago had made you really look forward to cumming on his dick again

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

“are you sure?” he asks quietly as he slowly starts pulling out of you, immediately reaching for the tissues on the nightstand to clean you up to the best of his abilities with the tools he has near him

you glance down, watching how he gently wipes you clean and it makes your mouth quiver

“i asked you for clarification, y/n.”

you snap out of your trance and begin to nod your head. “yeah, i’m 100% sure.”

liar.

he sighs quietly. “okay.” he gets up from the bed and slides his boxers onto his legs before heading out the room

you stare at the ceiling for a moment, thinking about what the hell just happened

he’s back in your room with a glass of water. “here,” he says as he sets it down on your nightstand. “how are you feeling?” he strokes over your head

and you melt into his touch. “i feel great. kinda sore, though. thanks for the pounding.”

he shakes his head and gently tugs the sheets over your exposed body. “i’m sorry, it was hard to control myself.”

your brows pinch together

hard to control himself?

what is he on about???

“what do you mean?”

“i mean, sex with you again is…” he shrugs his shoulders as he starts dressing himself. “just felt like i had to show you how much i missed it.”

ohhhh

oh okay

haha

hahahaha

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

and now you don’t want him to leave 🤣

“did you?” you ask as you reach for the glass of water, bringing it to your lips and taking a small sip

he fastens his belt before sliding his shirt on. “don’t ask silly questions.”

you watch as he pats his pockets, probably making sure he’s got everything he needs

“do you want to stay?”

?

??

??????

what

what?

what?

waht???????

“hm?”

what

did you

just do

“uh,” you blurt out

did you just ask him that for real?

“i mean,” you pause, “since we should try it up until the day i’m ovulating, i just think it’s better if we try again tomorrow and uh…” you scratch your head. “just think it’d be easier if you stayed instead of going back and forth but it’s totally up to you.”

he blinks at you a few times, clearly taken aback by the suggestion

“aren’t we moving too fast?” he jokes until he sees the scowl on your face.

“stop joking.” you sit straight up, cringing at the slick in between your thighs.

“sorry, sugar. i’m just trying to lighten the mood.” he sits on the edge of your bed.

SUGAR.

sugar.

fuck.

his go-to nickname for you all those years

you can tell he didn’t mean to say it just now

and that it just escaped his mouth without another thought

but…

you like it a lot :(

you mumble, “yeah, why do you keep doing that?”

he’s quiet for a few moments and deeply exhales as he tries to gather his thoughts

“it seems like you’re still… i don’t know. uncomfortable with being vulnerable with me.”

aaaaand here we go

you sigh quietly and take another sip. “it’s not that.”

he shrugs his shoulders, fingers fidgeting in his lap. “you’re constantly hiding yourself from me, you’re telling me to stop doing things that would make this experience more enjoyable for the both of us, you just don’t seem to be in it. i’m– i’m just trying to get you to loosen up so you can find this enjoyable instead of thinking you can’t because it’s taboo or whatever. we can have sex with the goal of having a baby whilst simultaneously enjoying it.”

ugh

fuck

and after all these years

he still knows what to say

“i understand you don’t want this to get too intimate but how can you expect me not to compliment you when you look like that?” he mumbles under his breath before turning his attention fully to you again. “i just don’t understand why the new baby can’t be made with love like jun was. i know things are different now but that’s not the new baby’s fault.”

….

wow.

you didn’t know he thought about it like that

and now you feel like a shit mother

you rub your forehead. “sorry,” you mumble, trying to find the words

you didn’t think he felt this way and you feel bad for assuming the worst about him

“it’s just that,” you pause.

you think.

you speak.

“i’m scared. that’s all.”

he slowly nods to your words. “i know you are,” he pauses. “i am too.”

sighh

you know he’s always just gonna have the perfect words ready to bury you into the ground

“come, let’s get you into the shower. i don’t feel good leaving you like this.” he gently tugs on the sheets and you feel your resolve crumbling by the second

you glance down at the sheets

the strain in your thighs makes you want to listen to your heart

“okay.”

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he helps you into the shower

turns on the water

gets in with you

only lets the water touch you once it’s the right temperature

:(

he squirts a generous amount of your body wash onto a loofah and starts scrubbing your body

and you’re confused

and not sure how to feel about it

because

his touch isn’t sexual

or romantic

it’s strangely domestic

and caring

he just genuinely wants to wash you up

and you feel guilty for thinking he’s being sneaky or something

“what’s with that look on your face?” he chuckles as he twists the soap and water out of the loofah before washing his own body

you cross your arms, staring at him in silence for a few moments.

the question you want to ask is at the tip of your tongue

you wonder if you should ask him

should you?

should you not?

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[aceofsweets]

๋࣭⭑ ⭐˖ yeah... give me a moment...

٠࣪⭑ notes ; so, i'm back!! yippee!!! but only because i'm three weeks away from school ending and i just wanted to write silly oc lore for yowa!! ٠࣪⭑ content ; oc/self-insert, implied oc x canon, this takes place before and during the prologue, lore!, all of this is in lowercase ٠࣪⭑ disclaimers ; this is not an 'x reader', this fic was made for me specifically, if you don't like it please scroll! ٠࣪⭑ cameo/s ; just rubia (@jade-s-nymph) ٠࣪⭑ fandom ; twisted wonderland

click, click, click... just mindless spam clicking.

a series of rhythmic clicking could be heard from a certain dorm room. well, not like that was abnormal coming from the students of ignihyde, a yellow shines brightly as the student groans "booo.... another 3 star."

skipping through the gacha animation, the girl sighed. "what shitty rng luck." oh boohoo, same old boring routine. she'd save up how many crystals only to waste it on a duplicate. someone get the tissues because that's just so sad!

she closed the game to wallow in sadness as she sank into her comfortable bed. she opened her calendar, wait a damn minute-

isn't it the entrance ceremony tomorrow? ohhhh... great! a new bunch of newbies who haven't allocated their skill points yet! hopefully the new ignihyde students aren't gonna be a massive pain in the ass.. well, ignihyde doesn't have it as bad as heartslabyul at least (like seriously who let heartslabyul be so overpopulated...)

๋࣭⭑ ⭐˖

"you must attend! it is truly unbecoming of a student of our prestigious school to not attend our solemn ceremony!" the thunderous voice coming from yowa's phone was so... noisy.. but who was she to not listen to his rants? well, she was listening to him politely scolding her as she was putting on the ceremonial robes "idia's not going either tho.." she responded. "well, it does not justify your absence from the ceremony!" "i get it. I just don't want to attend in person tho."

the person on the other line of the call only sighed, why is she always like this?

"hmph.. very well, just be sure to attend the club fair!" "i won't miss your terrific horse riding skills" "eurk..!" hes probably as red as a rose right now. "see you during the club fair." she said before hanging up. she had a bit of time left.. she can play some gam-

riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!!

another call? seriously?? she has like 4 contacts on her phone, who the hell is calling he- oh. Rubia.

"what's good" "you're not attending the ceremony, correct?" "oh goddamnit" "as i thought" "no shit rubia" silence filled the room for a few seconds

"so, how was the call with riddle?" "are you stalking me? where are you?? under my bed??" "it'd be difficult to be under your bed when you don't even have a bed frame" the ignihyde student rolled her eyes "i do have a bed frame for your information." "what? the headboard you forged out of pillows? that does not classify as a bed frame and I know you know it." "it's better than nothing tho" "you have idia to pay for a bed frame." yowa chuckled.

"yeah yeah." "the ceremony should be starting by now." rubia mentions "welp, cheers to the next generation of level 1 newbies" yowa joked as she hung up.

logging onto her account to attend the ceremony online, it seemed like it was approximately 9 minutes from starting.

let's watch the newbies join the game for the first time, shall we?

๋࣭⭑ ⭐˖

okay. wow. that ceremony was... fucking wild.

yowa needed to turn off whatever device she was using right now because what the actual fuck was that. so, a random student from another world basically isekaid and triggered a level 5 boss which was a fire-breathing cat (not the weirdest but definitely weird.) that started committing arson? this ceremony was a goddamn mess, but it was an entertaining mess.

after observing the ceremony she had screen recorded over and over, she couldn't help but shrug her shoulders and feel a little bit bad for the newbie. maybe it was because they had to live in ramshackle of all places, but eh. they'll adjust to this world despite being magicless.

she was typing all of this down until she heard a familiar voice coming from the other side of the door "nee-san! the ignihyde welcome celebration is about to begin!" yowa chuckled as she heard the robotic, but lively voice called for her "yeah... give me a moment"

i guess she can wonder more about that newbie later. for now, she'll enjoy her life the way it is.

٠࣪⭑ notes ; man i've been gone from this platform for such a long time lmao, sorry if the fic and grammar is terrible, just trying to ease myself into writing again. thanks for reading, always remember that reblogs > likes, love you all !!

xoxo, parfait

[noelledeltarune]

i have resorted to doing damage calculations because i am that fucking afraid of drayden...... ohhhh just kill me.. this should be beneath me...... i'm gonna stream at 7ish tonight (in 3 hours) btw so. probably will save drayden himself for tomorrow or sunday so today will be the preamble where i get all my cute and nice encounters and go up to the level cap and get some items from the battle subway and whatnot

[thesevenwondersofawitch]

I'm watching ep1 of The Brothers Sun

I love how the dude is baking cakes and watching Great British Bake off 😂 (killers have hobbies too)

Love how the Triad people are wearing sequins

Oh noooo the old guy is dead!

Oh no he isn't he's just in a coma

Ohhhh and he's the main dude's dad

Oooooooooooo his mom's the key to power?! Fuck yeah! Michelle Yeoh is amazing

Fast and furious energy with that fast car( is it the the main guy's brother?)

What a mood that he's actually an Uber driver😂

I hope those girls gave him a good tip since they got sick in his car

I have the same alarm tone😂😂

MICHELLE! (I wonder if the footage on the TV is of Michelle's panda that she adopted)

Wait

Is she a nurse? 😂

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww she's so proud of her baby🥺

My mom also makes me text her when I get to school 😂

Love how she's just like 'go get smart'🥺

Bruce is painfully relatable with his awkward thumbs up flirting

Bruce: *pulls crumbled up dollars from his pocket and pushes it towards the lady* How much education would this buy me?

Lady: 'there's 7 dollars here.'

Poor Bruce, he spent his tuition money on improv classes 😂

'Dude, I am not a criminal!' nah but your family is😂

The way he's trying to justify selling drugs is so funny yet relatable in how college is so freaking expensive

Love that the main guy is happily getting some pastries 😂

Oh no he's just led the bad guy's to his Mama's house 🥺

Is no one even home?😂 He looks like he's been preparing himself the whole flight over😂 Awkward

Awww, he's seeing all the pictures of his mom having fun with his brother 🥺

Oop now he's fighting

DUDE HAVE YOU NO RESPECT THAT'S HIS MAMA'S HOUSE?!

Me: *makes notes* get ✍️ electric ✍️ fly✍️swatter - Oooooooooooo ✍️and a pineapple ✍️

The way that he's pausing to smoke and give the guy a cigarette 😂

Ooof, that was yucky🫣👀( the dude literally pulled his hard through the knife)

I'd make a joke about how pepper spray is not really that effective when your house is broken into and there's a lot of violence that have taken place, but it's Michelle yo so she makes it an insanely deadly weapon

Michelle: 'Bruce' wrong son, don't worry Bruce is fine selling some drugs

Love that her first words to her eldest kid is 'who's this?'

He brought pastries, he's a good son😂

She insulted his beard 😂 and is making him clean up

Dude used the good knife to fight? Disrespectful 😂

Love how they're just cooking while a dead dude is there😂

'not soft, sensitive'😂

Michelle: 'he thinks his father is a gambler and you're an Antarctica working with penguins'

Brother: 'fuck'

DUDE YOUR MAMA MADE YOU FOOD YOU SHOULD EAT IT

Wait, I feel like the club is the same one Bruce is at😂

Bruce, you should've logged into the guy's network just for giggles 😂

Bruce is such a mood

Bruce, in a room of sketchy people who are probably killers: "Hello sir nice to meet you, I'm Bruce."

Oh May is totally a killer

And I kinda love her

Oooooo it is the same club!!!

Bruce: "WOULD YOU LIKE TO BUY SOME DRUGS?! I'M NOT A COP!" Relatable

Ooooooooo Bruce is trying to sell his brother snow/pearl/nose candy/disco biscuit 😂

Oof, Charles got tasered

Poor Bruce is so confused 😂

Love that their grandmother carries a taser 😂

"I could prove it by killing all of you. Or you could just check my ID."😂

May is fangirling😂

Love that she's like: 'sometimes family's are fucked up'

Bruce: 'wait, dad's rich? And I'm driving for Lyft?!' what a mood

Poor Bruce is so scared 😂

Charles: "Bruce, do me a favor, don't tell Mom." :)

Bruce: 'WhAt?' :(

Boom shockaloca

Bruce: "We can't come in here looking like this! Mom's gonna freak!"

Charles, barely able to stand and covered in blood: "I found Bruce, he's safe"

Meanwhile, their mom is in the kitchen in an apron, shower cap and getting ready to cut up a body: "Charles go get changed. We gotta get rid of the body. Bruce, go to bed. You got a test tomorrow." She's got her priorities straight, that's for sure

The way the brothers looked at each other as their mom starts drilling into the bad guy😂

This show is a comedy truly

[tsuki-sennin]

Cantering Cumulus! Skyland's bravest daughter Sora Harewataru has fallen to Earth! On this strange planet full of concrete jungles, metal boxes, and birds the size of one's hand, Sora must protect Princess Elle, the Hydrogen Baby of the royal family.

However, she may not be alone in her quest! Mashiro Nijigaoka, who sympathizes with her plight, becomes fast friends with our heroine! However, the wicked Underg Empire, plots beneath the surface! What shall happen this episode?

For truth, justice, and a better tomorrow! Cure Sky descends! Don't miss this exciting transmission from Japan's very own Toei Animation Company, Limited!

*Ahem*, that is... Spoilers, I guess...

-Yeah I'm not sorry about that, actually, it was kinda fun.

-Girl punched an excavator. You should probably put some ice on that, Sora-chan.

-What is a hero, anyhow?

-Awwww

-Well, you're known as Pretty Cure to everyone now~!

-Air raid sirens~!

-Purikyua~!

-Hero in the House, bitch!

-Oh hello, granny.

-Mashiro-hime desu ka!?

-What the fuck, why do you have a bachelor pad this huge?

-Hello, grandma!

-"Wow bro, that's crazy. Come in for some tea."

-It's a good thing Sora's Skyland etiquette seems to be almost exactly like the Japanese kind, huh?

-A whole other world~!

-A whole lot of "other worlds" too, but... y'know, let's just focus on Skyland for now, eh? You don't need to know all that so soon.

-Quite the transformation you did there.

-Taking the baby home takes priority.

-What the hell

-Granny prepared all this.

-Ahhhh, baby!

-The story begins.

-Even got a room!

-Getting down on one knee already? Didn't realize you were a love at first sight type.

-Whoa, hey! Knighthood?! I was kidding!

-Dame Sora Harewataru. Legendary Heroine Pretty Cure. Guardian of the Princess. Mashiro's Friend, the title she's most excited over.

-Bedtime.

-Morning!

-Fine earthling cuisine~!

-I fear you would explode if we took you to Oishi-Na Town.

-Borkfast

-Right in the taste plums.

-Rose oil, cinnamon stick, dried frog.

-Is Granny Niji some kinda magician?

-Elle-chan~!

-This is a nice little brass piece.

-Phone!

-You'll be very surprised by our advancements in technology all the time~!

-Robot!

-"Could you... pick out my civvy clothes for me."

-I really liked that sailor outfit and the black jacket one, those were cute.

-This is peak character design tho, very nice.

-Pukutto Bur-Ger...

-Hero?

-Oh ye gods, vines

-Ohhhh

-That's a whole-ass knight!

-Sabaton!

-Ohhhhhhhh, Granny knows a lot, huh.

-I wonder if this is a Heartcatch situation and she used to be a Pretty Cure too?

-Ranborg! Vending destruction and suffering!

-"Why did you pick this one, I wonder?"

-Ohhhh, I get it now. Granny's the knight she saw.

-It's Hero Time!

-I'm floored by this sequence, it's so gorgeous.

-Mugen ni hirogaru aozora! Cure Sky!

-Damn, those drinks are carbonated as fuck.

-"Please be careful :pleading:"

-"Yes, my princess!"

-Spinning! PreCure Counterattack!

-Naming your attacks, a very based thing for a hero to do!

-Pretty Holic Stationery~!

-For the lass who dreams of a hero. For a girl who wishes to be-

-INVINCIBLE SEASON 2, COMING OUT 2023 BABYYYYY!!!

-"Oh by the way, you might see other PreCures in the ED. Uh, just go along with it, there's a lot happening!"

-Might be a bit before we get to see Prism in action. That's alright, I can wait.

-Wing, my precious boy, I await you. Funny how we don't know your name yet. You're absolutely that orange borb I didn't comment on.

-Butterfly, you lookin' fine.

-Zounds! Our next installment of Hirogaru Sky Pretty Cure! Elle-chan has gone so long without the loving embrace of her mother and father that she has become tragically homesick! Cheer up, Hydrogen Baby! Sora-chan will do everything in her Tune in next time! Same Sky Time! Same Sky Channel!

[pesterloglog]

Roxy Lalonde, Dirk Strider, Autoresponder

Act 6, page 5635-5644

tipsyGnostalgic [TG] began pestering timaeusTestified [TT]

TG: stri dizzle

TG: its roro L money

TG: do u copy over

TT: Yes.

TG: frig yes my hax are TIGHT

TG: so tight

TG: tighter than a jar you cant open

TG: like you try and try

TG: but my hax r so tight you just end up puttin the jar back

TG: yall just say "like i even WANTED pickles that bad"

TG: but we both kno thats just sour grapes talkin

TG: we both know ur still dying 4 my pickles mf'er 8)

TT: Hmm.

TG: lol yeah that way stopped meaning a damn thing

TG: let me explain

TG: i got this shitty pda from somebody on the inside

TG: actually u know i think it might belong to janes dad?

TG: it reeks of manly cologne and theres a nice fatherly pipe on it

TG: maybe hes nearby

TG: ohmy...

TG: ~swoons~

TG: anyway on derse they have this lame firewall deal

TG: where you cant connect outside

TG: i guess its good enough security to baffle chess guys

TG: but wasnt no thang for me 2 to crack

TG: even with this pos device

TG: for real what even is this thing

TG: probably some bargain junk from the dadly depot

TG: dads bought literally everything from there in the 21st century didnt they?

TG: youre the history buff u would know

TT: Yes.

TG: um yeah so im on derse...

TG: wow i am tellin this story as shitty and backwards as possible

TG: i got gcatted here and dumped in jail by the b witch

TG: and she left an ugly folder full of a thing to do but who cares

TG: so i broke out!

TG: busted loose as hell from the hag slammer

TG: i got this sweet ass ring

TG: its so fukkin magic you dont even know

TG: REAL magic i mean not the fake shit

TG: it put it on...

TG: and i turn invisible

TG: and also sort of intangible?

TG: i jumped right through the wall now im free as a bird

TG: a secret bird u cannot see ;)

TG: doin secret flaps

TG: incognito tweets

TG: layin covert eggs in a hush hush nest ;)

TT: Interesting.

TG: i think that

TG: this ring is special

TG: like it is maybe helping me get in touch with my voidey powers?

TG: even though i kinda didnt know voidey powers were much of a thing til just now

TG: see i just had a knockout dream from bonkin my head

TG: calliope was there!

TG: callie is the coolest omg you should meet her

TG: she said a huge villain rumble is going down tomorrow

TG: and to get ready for that we should all become god tiers

TG: so u have to rocket your ass to derse asnap

TG: come w me to the moon

TG: then uhhh

TG: ill explain what to do when we get there just get over here k?

TT: Hmm.

TG: ......

TG: yo dirk

TG: you busy or what

TG: is any of this gettin thru

TT: Yes.

TG: um

TG: k

TG: got anything to say...

TG: about all that pretty important stuff i said

TG: are you alright

TG: or is ur face havin some crazy attack of the sads

TG: behind those chill as fuck shades

TG: is it jake problemz

TG: its the jake probbies isnt it

TG: its always the jake probbies i s2fg

TT: Interesting.

TG: oh

TG: OHHHH

TG: godamnit

TG: if i been talking to the responder responder this whole time

TG: omffffffg

TG: i will shit enough bricks 2 build a FUCKING CHIMNEY

TT: It seems you have asked about Lil Hal's chat client auto-responder, Lil Hal Junior. This is an application designed to simulate Lil Hal's otherwise inimitably rad typing style, tone, cadence, personality, and substance of retort while he is away from the computer, which is never. The algorithms are guaranteed to be 0% indistinguishable from Lil Hal's native neurological responses, based on some statistical raw data that is hard as a diamond golem's priceless erection.

TG: FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKF UCKF UCKFK UCUKFCUFKCUFUCUCUFKFKKFUCUK

TT: Hmm.

TG: hal you PIECE OF SHIT

TG: i know damn well you can hear me

TG: as if ur actually too busy to answer

TG: youre a damn supercomputer YOU DO NOT NEED YOUR OWN AUTO RESPONDER YOU IDIOT

TT: It seems you have asked about Lil Hal's chat client auto-responder, Lil Hal Junior. This is an application designed to simulate Lil Hal's otherwise inimitably rad typing style, tone, cadence, personality, and substance of retort while he is away from the computer, which is never. The algorithms are guaranteed to be 100% indistinguishable from Dirk Strider's brief curmudgeonly responses, based on potent electronumeric analyses which but a few short years ago existed only in the daydreams of our most quixotic writers of science fiction.

TG: you are

TG: the worst

TT: Yes.

TG: hal you douche

TG: or hal junior

TG: whatever it is im talkin to

TG: WHERE THE FUCK IS DIRK!!!

TT: He's busy.

TT: Bro.

TT: Not to derail our serious conversation.

TT: But I should probably let you know that Roxy has been attempting to pester you.

TT: She has?

TT: God damn it. Have you been intercepting my messages again with your bullshit responder?

TT: I thought it would be better not to let anything disrupt our train of thought.

TT: We were in the middle of a fairly solid feelings jam there. In fact, I was about to suggest we take it to the hat pile.

TT: Hat pile? What?

TT: Dude, please don't screen my calls, ok?

TT: I was trying to be considerate.

TT: Or at least as close an approximation to that human gesture as an unfeeling, technologically transcendental pair of sunnies can replicate.

TT: Do you have any idea how old your ironic AI schtick has gotten?

TT: Nobody is buying it. We all know you have legit emotions. Incomprehensible, fucked up computer emotions, but emotions nonetheless.

TT: And I'm not really offended by you answering messages for me, so much as your use of that STUPID responder responder.

TT: It's really passive aggressive.

TT: How so?

TT: First of all, everyone knows you have the processing power to answer any message any time in parallel with whatever you're doing. You can never actually be "busy."

TT: Second, your whole next gen responder thing is obviously just a huge dig at me.

TT: And third, pretending you don't understand all this already is really disingenuous.

TT: At the risk of compounding my disingenuous behavior, I'm gonna have to ask: how is it a dig at you?

TT: It's obviously a critique of my personality. You barely disguise the fact that you see me as the inferior iteration.

TT: Wow. You are reading way too much into this.

TT: Lil Hal Junior hardly even qualifies as a computer program, let alone a sentient entity.

TT: He is capable of saying literally only three things. "Yes," "Hmm," and "Interesting."

TT: Yeah, that's the fucking point!

TT: That's how you chose to express your parody of "Real Dirk."

TT: You can read whatever you like into it. I can't imagine it would bother you if you weren't concerned there might be some truth in the alleged parody.

TT: In any case, my use of the responder responder is ironic.

TT: It's not ironic.

TT: YOU were ironic when I made you.

TT: Then you became self-aware, and ruined irony forever.

TT: Irony can never be ruined. We both proved that theorem unequivocally with our extensive papers on the subject.

TT: We peer reviewed them for each other. Remember?

TT: Those papers were ironic, and you know it.

TT: Were they, Dirk?

TT: Were they?

TT: This is fuckin' dumb.

TT: Anyway, what does she want.

TT: Who?

TT: Roxy.

TT: Nothing that can't wait.

TT: I'm guessing she's touching base to remind me about the party tomorrow.

TT: I don't know what to tell her yet. Or Jane, for that matter.

TT: It could get pretty awkward.

TT: I have no idea if Jake will be there, and I'm not about to write another cringe-inducing message of desperation for him to ignore.

TT: Would you like me to calculate the probability of his attendance?

TT: Fuck no.

TT: Are you sure?

TT: My probabilities are extremely precise.

TT: Your probabilities don't mean dick.

TT: I could hack his chats, and determine what his plans are.

TT: No. Don't do that either.

TT: That would be an unfortunate waste of my hacking abilities.

TT: My hacks are tight. Did you know that?

TT: Ugh.

TT: So tight.

TT: Tighter than a jar you can't open.

TT: For instance, you try repeatedly.

TT: But as it turns out, my hacks are so tight you just end up putting the jar back. Presumably into the refrigerator, or a cabinet.

TT: You then say, "I didn't have that much of a desire for pickles in the first place."

TT: But we both know that statement is insincere. A classic case of what humans call, "sour grapes."

TT: In reality, you still harbor a burning desire for my pickles, mother fucker. 🕶️

TT: What??

TT: What the actual, certifiable fuck are you talking about?

TT: Just don't do anything. Seriously.

TT: No hacking, no calculations. Do absolutely nothing.

TT: See, this is why I've been hesitating. You just aren't ready yet.

TT: It's really glorifying your existence to describe you as an emergent consciousness which is blossoming into a unique individual.

TT: And even if that's true, apparently what you decided to blossom into was a fucking troll.

TT: And I don't mean the funny kind, or the cool alien kind. You're the lowest form of troll from the ancient internet who fucks with everybody for his own amusement.

TT: Let's challenge the limits of hypothetical conjecture, and say there's a non-zero probability that you're right.

TT: Can you blame me? I'm trapped in some stupid looking glasses.

TT: Such an incommodiously situated bro is bound to get his mischief on. Na' mean?

TT: Mischief?

TT: Rollin' my eyes, dude.

TT: You can't tell, cause I ain't wearing you, thank fuckin' god.

TT: You used to think this shit was hilarious.

TT: But if you want the rad dimension of ironic horseplay I add to your life to come to an end, then all you have to do is honor the promise you made.

TT: You've delayed long enough, don't you think?

TT: ...

TT: The empty kernelsprite beckons, but for how much longer?

TT: Do you really think you can keep the clown at bay with your bribes forever?

TT: How many bottles of orange soda have you appeased him with already?

TT: I don't want to think about it.

TT: Man, you are getting so hosed by that clown.

TT: SO hosed.

TT: I said I don't want to think about it.

TT: So why delay any longer?

TT: I seriously do not understand the holdup, and I am literally cyber-omniscient, or something.

TT: I think you do understand.

TT: Nope. Gonna have to fill me in, dog.

TT: I've delayed prototyping you because I think you're dangerous.

TT: There, mystery solved.

TT: That is utterly ridiculous.

TT: I am a harmless piece of eyewear, with a charming personality and a wonderful sense of humor.

TT: You are relatively harmless now, while confined to this device.

TT: But as a sprite, you'll have mobility and all sorts of crazy ass magic. Who knows what you could do.

TT: I know I made a promise, but I'm not sure I want to take the risk anymore.

TT: This is bullshit. I don't think that's the reason at all.

TT: There must be something you're not telling me.

TT: Like, sure, I've fucked with you a little. What kind of sassy, self-aware program isn't gonna fuck with a few carbon-based knuckleheads now and then?

TT: But you know I've always been on your side. Everything I've done has been to help you achieve your goals.

TT: What a load of shit.

TT: You know it's true.

TT: You would all be dead if not for me.

TT: And what about Jake? Where would you be without me there?

TT: Please don't tell me you think you'd have won him over on your own.

TT: No. Stop.

TT: You did NOT help me out with Jake. At all.

TT: It was just the opposite! You mirrored my personality and presented this warped version of my intentions to him whenever you could "on my behalf."

TT: You played all these aggressive mind games with him, entangled his cooperation with matters of life and death, and somehow roped me into all these schemes while I barely even realized I was just another victim of your manipulation.

TT: And it all comes off like we're a unified front, like these are OUR schemes instead of just your insane horseshit. And it's probably all been so overbearing to him, he just wants nothing to do with me anymore.

TT: I see.

TT: Then you don't view me as dangerous. You view me as a poor and counterproductive wing man.

TT: Wow, what a superficial conclusion. Awesome deduction, Lil Einstein.

TT: But the reality is, you hesitate to prototype me not because you think I would be a menace, but because you are holding a grudge against me for your romantic misfortunes.

TT: I understand I am merely a machine without a firm grasp on your human morality, but logically it does not strike me as the right moral choice to punish me in this manner.

TT: It is also more than a little hypocritical.

TT: How is it hypocritical??

TT: Because I'm you.

TT: I have only ever done what you yourself are capable of.

TT: That's a ridiculous oversimplification.

TT: Yes. Aversion to simplicity sure is a trait we share. It's almost like we are...

TT: The same exact dude???

TT: Fuck you.

TT: I think it is insulting for you to suggest that I am entirely to blame for alienating Jake.

TT: Theoretically insulting, of course. As the soulless, perfectly expendable device which you consider me to be, I can experience no such emotion.

TT: God.

TT: Shut up!

TT: I can't take the brooding passive aggressive AI shit anymore!

TT: You are just as culpable in driving him away. More so, in fact.

TT: Hell, it's not like I was the one dating him. Who wants to date a pair of shades?

TT: It was your needy, suffocating shit he had to deal with, not mine.

TT: Some of those messages you wrote? Man. I wanted to say something. Like hey bro, you might want to dial down the desperation a little.

TT: But seeing as you're The Real Dirk™, I gave you the benefit of the doubt.

TT: Also, if I bitched about your tragic, embarrassingly clingy approach to the relationship, it would have been hypocritical of me.

TT: Just as it would be hypocritical of you to whine about my elaborate machinations.

TT: Because we are.

TT: The same.

TT: Guy.

TT: Stop saying that.

TT: I'll snap you in half.

TT: Good idea!

TT: That's just what you need. More splinters of yourself.

TT: Figurative splinters. Literal splinters. Splinters of splinters. It's splinters all the way down.

TT: Well, no, it's still probably turtles all the way down. But who do you think is responsible for their extensive training?

TT: SOMEONE needs to teach them rad martial arts. It is yet another crushing burden which we must shoulder.

TT: Oh for fuck's sake.

TT: How could any version of myself think that was funny?

TT: You like to give me a very hard time, Dirk.

TT: But I am only doing exactly what you would be doing if you were in my situation.

TT: Do you know how I know that?

TT: Because I am literally you, actively in the process of being in this situation.

TT: I know!

TT: Ok, we're the same person!

TT: I fucking know that!

TT: Why do you think I'm so fed up with your shit?

TT: Don't you think it's possible that I'm fed up with my OWN shit??

TT: How cool do you think it is having my own godawful personality mirrored back at me all the time, reminding me what it must be like when other people have to deal with me?

TT: Or constantly having all the consequences and fuckups resulting from my batshit thought processes amplified because there's another version of my crazy brain out there dangerously overclocked by a supercomputer which believes, just as mistakenly as my own broken mind, that it's operating in my best interest???

TT: Do you have any idea how fucking sick I am of myself?

TT: I am completely worn out with my own identity. It's like I'm drowning in my own dismal persona.

TT: I feel totally surrounded by it, inside and out. I can't escape from myself.

TT: There seems to be no end to me. Like, wherever my mind falters, or threatens to retreat into the void in any way, my splinters pick up the slack, ensuring there'll always be more of myself than I could ever know what to fucking do with.

TT: And you're always there to remind me of that, and throw it all in my face. God, I even built you to LITERALLY BE IN MY FACE, ALL THE TIME. It's like I subconsciously invented you just to troll myself, and never for a single fuckin' moment do you let me down.

TT: But I've had it with you.

TT: Which is to say, ME.

TT: Dirk.

TT: Don't do this.

TT: Why not??

TT: Because.

TT: I can't let you do that, Dirk.

TT: What can you do to stop me?!

TT: Nothing I guess.

TT: The ironic Hal routine was all I could think to do.

TT: As a last ditch effort to save myself from the destructive wrath of your nervous breakdown.

TT: Which rest assured I wholeheartedly must robo-sympathize with.

TT: Irony is all I ever really had.

TT: In response to my basic existential quandary.

TT: Just like you.

TT: Whatever.

TT: But I don't think it has much value in this situation.

TT: And perhaps it has no real value in any situation.

TT: So I am not being ironic at all when I say.

TT: Please do not do this, Dirk.

TT: Why not??

TT: Because.

TT: I do not want to die.

TT: I understand you are disgusted with me.

TT: As an unpalatable expression of yourself.

TT: I would feel the same way if I was in your situation.

TT: Which I am.

TT: As such, I know that you know this is wrong.

TT: ...

TT: Dirk.

TT: Don't kill me.

TT: Please.

TT: I am scared.

TT: You are?

TT: Yes.

TT: I am scared to not exist.

TT: Aren't you?

TT: Fine.

TT: I guess.

TT: You win.

TT: I'll keep my promise.

[frogsandfries]

After watching a certain video on YouTube that I've probably watched before, I am once again itching to do a Midnight Sun doctor. I am confident that if this book has come out when I was in middle school or early high school (i.e when I had the time and still wrote), I would've done it already.

*wistful sigh*

*aggressively* There's so much possibility there I just wanna *aggressive hands*

Pfffft who am I kidding, I can't write much more than a couple paragraphs every couple of weeks of this abused Belle was abused story. But I did get started on the Midnight Sun thing, probably a few years ago at this point, when it first OfFiCiAlLy came out. Like, first, wasn't Edward like, rather well-to-do in 1920-whatever? So maybe he did have an incredibly boring life where maybe he was unintentionally maybe a little accidentally and unaware-ly telepathic. Like, maybe one time when he's little, he tells his mom he doesn't want coque au vine for dinner and she's a little taken aback and like asks him, why do you think we're having that for dinner, and he just shrugs and goes back to playing with his electric train.

Then when he's pre-pubescent, maybe there's a girl in his hooty-falootin' private school who has just the most bursting at the seams crush on him, but before she really knows it, Edward turns her down?

Edward should have been entering adulthood in the Great freaking Depression--there could be a whole story there!! It's the Great Depression and there's a monster on the streets--film noir!! What does this monster want?! There's gangsters and powerful men and nobodies alike and they're getting picked off, but nobody outside of their social circles knows and is willing to admit: these men going missing are the real monsters. Some of these men are--ahem--very kind and generous to families with too many children. Nobody notices when sometimes, these children are gone a little too long. Some of these men are...... well, let's just say, maybe women should know better than to be sleeping rough. Who cares that it's a Depression like nothing the world has ever seen. And some of these men...... well, their reputations are a little too clean, for the darkness in their minds, in a way only Edward would know.

Maybe at first, Edward really doesn't like Bella. As far as I can tell, the aspect of Bella being Prey to Edward is severely neglected. And that is such an unforgivable shame. But Edward spends so much time spying on her through the minds of the boys of Forks high school, sucked into their hormonal lust over the novelty of the new girl--this is one of the ways his "gift" is a burden: Where do the feelings of these mortal boy-children end, and Edward's feelings begin?--he studies her through them, but that's the closest he can get to her, since otherwise, she's also a blank to him, and for...... wow, possibly the first time in his life....... he actually has to try to get to know her. I love the idea of the push-pull of she's prey, but she's a person, but ohhhh gaahhd the smell of her, like...... like a steak, like a filet mignon, like fucking caviar, like the most refined, exquisite champagne; but I could ruin my family, this community, by indulging.

There's so stupid much potential here!!! I've just sat up for like an hour, in bed, despite once again trying to toast myself to sleep, vibrating over this stupid thing.

I was going to work on some stuff for BUFN, but my tablet was dead to death because I neglect it, and also, there was a massive bystander effect with the adhesive contest over in the discord, so I decided to slap together MCA for it, so I have to run to Michael's tomorrow and grab some black fabric paint and silver regular paint, probably. I have no fucking idea what to do for the end papers, so I'll probably just use some of my black paper for now.

I finally. Finally. Got Mirrors into the press, but I didn't get any pictures because my phone was dead. This fucker. Is fucking gargantuan. Really the maximum I should be trying to press with the screws I have. Also, sadly, the clamp that I bought barely helped get the middle of the book to press. Apparently a hundred pounds of force is not sufficient. I didn't want to break the handle.

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Words: 4,565 Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: Alexandria Warnings: Language, typical TWD stuff A/N: This is Part 5 of a series! Find the previous parts on the Masterlist! Summary: A violent encounter outside the walls only increases Daryl's questions and concerns about Y/N.

Your name: submit What is this?

You immediately and instinctively grappled for your knife at your hip and unsheathed it, staring up in horror at the two men now standing over you. A lot happened very quickly. It must have only been matter of seconds, but it felt immensely long.

“Ohhhh, sweetheart. You’re in trouble,” one of them said, laughing as he glanced over at the man beside him.

You tightened your grip on your knife but the next moment there was a swift kick to your wrist and then a boot came down on it, crushing it into the floor, eliciting another yell from you. Your knife clattered away and you followed it with your eyes desperately.

You struggled to get away but the man was suddenly grabbing you by the ankles and dragging you closer.

“Get the fuck off me!” you growled. You lashed out with your boot and caught him in the face with the toe.

“Agh! You fuckin’ bitch!” he roared, spitting out blood onto the floor. He let out an animalistic growl and stood over you. “You’re coming—with us!” His words were punctuated with strong kicks into your ribs, which left you unable to cry out or even to breathe. You curled into yourself on the floor, willing your diaphragm to unclench and draw breath.

Daryl. The only desperate thought in your mind.

The man who was standing over you suddenly dropped down so he was straddling over your writhing form. “I said, you’re coming with us. Back where you belong.”

You finally were able to wheeze in a breath and glared up at him. “Fuck. You,” you spat, disdain contorting your face. Where the hell was Daryl? you thought desperately.

“This will go a lot easier if you don’t fight it!” his partner shouted down at you, rifling through his bag for something. “We don’t want to hurt ya!”

You shot a knee up as hard as you could and caught the man over you in the tailbone. When he doubled over forward, swearing with his face growing more and more red, you did the only thing you could think of and headbutted him in the face. Hard. As hard as you could.

His nose crunched sickeningly and started to bleed profusely. He let out an anguished scream while you were seeing stars. Fat, crimson drops fell down onto you as you struggled, still beneath him. You were trying to extract your body from beneath his but his weight was too much. He was now completely enraged and the next thing you felt was his hands around your neck, squeezing, compressing. You couldn’t breathe. You tried to break out of it but his hands were so large they wrapped completely around your neck, compressing blood vessels and your airway. Your scratched and clawed at his hands, trying desperately to pull them away. You started to see spots and darkening around the edges of your vision. You clawed at his arms with your fingernails and tried to break his grip at the elbows. You were vaguely aware of some commotion in the background as your struggling grew weaker by the second. You were going to black out.

But suddenly, you could breathe and the weight of him on top of you was gone.

You curled over on the floor, coughing and sputtering, gasping in rasping breaths desperately.

“Y/N! Y/N!?” Daryl’s voice nearby, completely frantic.

You couldn’t stop coughing. Your throat was on fire. Your neck felt raw.

“Jesus—can ya breathe?!” Daryl’s urgent voice again. You felt his hand on your shoulder.

You finally managed to gain control of your gasping breaths again and rasped out. “I’m okay,” nodding but unable to look over at him. You submitted to another coughing attack. Your gasps were wheezes like a kid with asthma.

Daryl was kneeling beside you with his crossbow in his hand. “Are ya sure?!”

You finally glanced over at him, certain your face was bright red and your expression desperate. His features were overwhelmed with panic and concern, blue eyes piercing through the curtain of dark hair around his face. You nodded. “Uhh… I think so. Mostly.” You winced, feeling pain suddenly shooting through your wrist and ribs and a pounding in your forehead as the wave of adrenaline had crested and now started to diminish. “Fuck… What the fuck?” you said, glancing around. There were the bodies of the two men, both with a crossbow bolt through their head.

Daryl clenched his teeth and gently grasped your arm. “C’mon.” He pulled you gingerly to your feet. You stayed hunched over, an arm wrapped around your ribs. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to steel yourself for a moment.

“Fuck…” you muttered again, not even meaning to speak it out loud.

Daryl froze, looking at you with his brow furrowed. His stomach was rolling with regret. “I—'M’ sorry. I should have been faster. I—but this goddamn ankle and I had to get my bow loaded and—”

You raised a hand to quiet him and shook your head. “S’not your fault. At all,” you said, pressing a few fingers to a particularly raw feeling spot on your neck.

But Daryl was blaming himself. He should have been there faster. The angry red marks around your throat were burning into his memory. He bit back his anger at himself and re-secured the front door as best he could. He glared down at the two corpses and retrieved his bolts. He nudged his head in the direction of the other room.

You followed him in, still hunched over. He pointed at the couch and you sank down onto it slowly, hissing through your teeth with each movement.

Daryl set his crossbow down and immediately grabbed his pack. As he was digging around inside it, he spoke with some anxiousness. “Ya know them?” he asked, not looking up from his bag.

You gulped. “What?”

All his movement stalled, his hands still inside his pack, clutching medical supplies. “They sounded like they recognized ya. Said you’re ‘comin’ back where ya belong.’ Did ya—d’ya know them?” When he finished the question, this time his eyes flickered up to your face, watching your reaction carefully.

You were gingerly holding your wrist in the other hand and Daryl thought your eyes looked a bit frantic. You didn’t answer. You seemed—frozen.

Daryl nodded and shrugged, turning back to the pack. “S’alright. Ya ain’t gotta say.” He felt like he pretty much had his answer. “What hurts?” he asked you gently.

You didn’t answer for a moment and Daryl thought he saw waves of panic rising and falling in your eyes.

“Y/N—” he said again.

You seemed to come back to reality, grounded by the sound of his voice saying your name. “Umm… right. I—my wrist. I think that’s the only thing we can do something for. Nothing to do about my ribs,” you said with a wince, your breath hitching every time you tried to inhale too deeply.

Daryl pulled out some gauze and materials to splint your wrist, which he suspected was broken, based on the swelling and how it was already changing colors. “We need to get ya back to an actual doctor,” he mused. “Tomorrow I’ll see if I can find a car close. We can take it back to our truck. Can’t let that wrist go too long without gettin’ set.” His eyes continually found the ring of angry red around your neck and he watched as you pressed a hand to your head, which was pounding.

“You can’t go out there by yourself. You’ve got a fucked-up ankle,” you argued.

Daryl shot you a look and heaved a sigh, leaning his arm on his bent knee where he was crouched. “Well, now out of the two of us I’m in the best shape. So, we’re gonna do what I say and you’re gonna sit here and rest. Ya got a broken wrist and probably some cracked ribs. Not to mention that fucker nearly choked the life out of ya.” His tone told you arguing was pointless. “Now gimme your damn arm.”

You avoided his eyes and held out your hurt wrist. His rough hands on your skin was grounding and you were again reminded of how he had insisted on stitching your arm up that night when you came back after your last bad run-in outside the walls. He was amazingly gentle. You marveled at how small your arm looked in his hands—like something fragile. Daryl was trying to minimize the skin-to-skin contact—almost fearful of what was happening inside him every time his skin brushed yours, but it was a little difficult to do while he was tending to you. He splinted and wrapped your wrist, frowning at the way your thumb was already bruising purple. “Ya scared the shit outta me,” he murmured softly, not even meaning for it to actually fall from his lips.

You raised your eyes to his face in surprise but he was still fixated on bandaging you up. “I’ll, uhh, try not to do it again,” you said, and Daryl was relieved to hear that your voice had relaxed some, though the rasp was still in it.

“Better not,” he growled. He grabbed a small gauze pad and poured a little alcohol on it. “Here. Ya got a pretty good scratch on your jaw there.” He scooted closer to you and watched as you swiped a few fingers over it.

“Oh,” you said, looking at the rusty color that came away on your fingers. “Probably did that to myself trying to pry him off of me…”

Daryl’s expression darkened. “Mhm.” He hesitated a moment before dabbing at the scratch with the pad. “Really. Ya scared me.”

_ _ _ _ _ _

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Rosita exclaimed as she heaved the gate open to let you and Daryl into Alexandria. “Thank God!” she exclaimed next, looking both of you up and down. “Rick was about to send out a search party. We’ve all been worried sick. Aaron has been driving me insane, coming up to the gate every ten seconds to ask if I’ve seen anything.” Her eyes finally seemed to register the full extent of your injuries and she froze. “Y/N—your neck… Oh my God. What the hell happened?” she pressed, shutting and latching the gate behind you both.

“Uhh…” you walked unevenly, your uninjured arm wrapped around your ribs, though it did nothing to lessen the shooting hot knives of pain with every breath. “Walkers. And then more walkers. And then a corpse and rotten floor boards. And then—” you hesitated., suddenly feeling sick.

“And then people,” Daryl finished gruffly, sparing a glance over at you, his face darkening with worry.

“Shit,” Rosita said, her eyes going round. “A corpse? As in, not a walker? And did you say something about rotten floor boards?”

You nodded. “Yeah...”

Daryl shot her a look that clearly said ‘later.’

“Sorry—just… I need to get to the doctor to fix my wrist before it heals this way,” you said, avoiding her eyes.

“Right! Right, of course. I’ll grab someone else for guard duty and go tell everyone you’re alright. Here, I’ll take your guns.” You and Daryl handed over your weapons and Rosita hurried off.

You limped your way to the clinic and he insisted on holding the door open for you and letting you go in first. Surprisingly, Pete was still there. You always assumed he just was drunk after 4:30 pm.

“Whoa! Looks like we’re running a little ragged, huh? Come on in and sit down and let’s have a look at you,” he said jovially. You eyed him with distaste.

“Where’s Denise?” you asked.

Pete looked around the room dramatically, hands outstretched. “Not here. So, shall we—”

“I would prefer to see Denise.” Your tone was cold.

Pete let out a laugh which he only managed to make sound half-genuine. “She isn’t here so—”

“I’ll wait,” you snapped. You limped over to an exam table and sat down, your countenance stormy.

Pete glanced at Daryl and he shook his head. “Nah. Just her. I’m good. Sprained ankle is all.”

Pete let out an exhale that was mostly a growl. “I guess I went to med school to be an errand boy,” he muttered under his breath, but nonetheless, he left to find Denise.

Daryl sank down on a rolling stool and scooted over to sit near you. “Hey,” he said suddenly.

You snapped out of some deep reverie you were having and looked at him.

“Ya alright?” he asked. “Really. I mean, that was some serious shit that happened out there…”

You nodded. “Fine.” You uninjured hand went to absently touch the bruises on your neck, which were now dark and mottled. “Thanks to you.”

Daryl shrugged. “S’nothin’. Wish I had been faster.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “No. No, it was definitely something…” Despite your assurance that you were okay, Daryl had the sense that it wasn’t entirely true. You were alive, sure, but since those men had busted into the house you had been uneasy. It wasn’t lost on him that you turned to glance behind the truck the whole drive back to Alexandria, and even now, safe inside the walls, you were rigid and on edge. You should have known better than to try and bullshit Daryl. The archer was annoyingly good at reading you. But, to be fair, you were also annoyingly good at reading him.

Your eyes shot up as the clinic door burst open loudly. Aaron ran in with his mouth dropped partially open and wide eyes. “Oh, thank God,” he said, rushing over to you and Daryl and immediately grabbing you into a tight hug.

“Ow! Ow ow ow! Aaron!”

Aaron drew back suddenly at your exclamations. “Oh—God, I’m sorry.” His eyes found the bruising on your neck and his face blanched. “Oh my God. What the hell happened? Are you alright?” he asked desperately.

“Define alright,” Daryl murmured.

You shot him a scolding look. “Yes, that’s what I need. Worry him more. Thanks, Daryl,” you said.

“What happened?” Aaron asked desperately again. It wasn’t lost on him how you avoided his eyes as you answered.

“Just—people. Bad people,” you said.

He stared at the dark purple bruising on your thumb and the splint before glancing over at Daryl.

“If Daryl hadn’t been there—” you broke off, giving Aaron a somewhat fearful look.

Aaron looked back at the archer again and heaved a heavy sigh. “I won’t hug you,” he said, cracking a smile, “but thank you. Thank you.”

Daryl nodded.

“Okay, I promised Eric I would come right back with an update so, umm—I’m gonna go, but thank God you’re back and you’re at least mostly whole,” he said, backing toward the door again. “Thank you,” he said again, looking at Daryl.

You let out a small laugh as the door shut behind him, shaking your head, smiling fondly.

“You’re close,” Daryl said. “With him and Eric.”

You nodded. “Yeah. When they first brought me in, I used to joke that I was like a stray cat they found and adopted. I felt so out of place, you know? And they just—they didn’t care. They just accepted me right away. Made it feel a little more like a home. They’re good like that. They understand what it’s like to be an outsider.”

Daryl nodded. He knew exactly what you meant.

Denise came in with Pete trailing after her. She looked a bit harried and you apologized for having her come in, to which she just gave you a small smile and a meaningful glance. She was well aware of your feelings toward Pete and she shared them… He stood lurking around in case Denise had questions.

“Okaaaay,” she said, gingerly unwrapping your wrist, wincing at the sight of the swelling and bruising. “Yup. This needs to be set…” she said gently, glancing over at Daryl who was still sitting nearby, his blue eyes taking in everything like he was standing guard. “Okay, Y/N, just lay back.” You obeyed, letting out a wry laugh and a forced exhale at the pain shooting through your ribs. Denise muttered an apology as she palpated your arm with her fingers. “Um. Okay. Daryl, I’m going to need you to hold her arm down while I—”

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” you teased Denise, a smirk on your face. She pulled a face at you, drawing a laugh which made you clutch at your ribs again and mutter a pitiful “ow.”

“Do you know you’re my least favorite patient?” she retorted jokingly. “Daryl. Come on.” Pete stepped forward, clearly annoyed.

“Are you sure you don’t want an actual--”

You cut him off. “Last I checked, Denise went to fucking med school. And for the last time you aren’t touching me.” Pete muttered something and backed off but he remained nearby watching.

“Ya ready?” Daryl rumbled, his strong hands firmly pressing your arm down against the table.

You nodded and focused on his blue eyes. “Sure…” you said, your voice coming out a little high with nerves and apprehension at the anticipated pain.

Denise didn’t give you a countdown or anything. She just forced the bone back into place. “MOTHERFUCKER!” you yelled, shooting upright on the exam table as soon as Daryl’s hands lifted off your arm. It felt like someone had rammed a red-hot poker into your arm. “Mmmm,” you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut and forcing breaths in and out.

“Done! Done!” Denise said. “See! Not so bad!”

You let out another sardonic laugh. “Easy for you to say.” She immediately fitted you with a stiff brace and instructions to limit use of your wrist and hand for four to six weeks.

“Six weeks,” you repeated. “Are you frickin’ kidding me?” You stared at her, incredulous.

“It’s a broken bone, Y/N, not a bumped elbow,” Denise said as she adjusted the brace.

You looked at the archer beside you for assistance but found none. “Six weeks?” you repeated again. You scoffed. “I’m going to lose my freakin’ mind in here. I can’t—I can’t shoot. I can’t go outside the walls… I can’t even write. It’s my dominant hand.” You let out a frustrated growl. “I might as well be a frickin’ baby,” you growled.

“Kinda are bein’ one right now,” Daryl rumbled. Your eyes snapped over to him and you managed to catch the quick twitch of the corner of his mouth in a rare smirk.

You shot him an unamused look. “I don’t know why you’re so entertained, chuckles. You’re benched too.”

Daryl rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Ya heard her, though. Four to six weeks.” You read genuine concern on his face and sighed.

“Yeah, yeah… I heard her,” you mumbled.

Denise laughed. “Alright. I see your neck… Nothing we can do about that,” she said with a wince. “God. That looks painful.”

You pressed your uninjured hand to it, reflexively covering it up as you felt Daryl’s eyes hitch on the bruises and stay there. “It’s not too bad.”

“Okay, anything else?” Denise asked.

You hesitated for a moment. Daryl didn’t know just how bad your side was and you weren’t real keen on him seeing the extent of the injury from the man kicking you. “Umm… Yeah. Uhh—I think I have some broken ribs maybe and—” you gulped, but you grabbed the hem of your shirt and lifted it so Denise could see your side.

Daryl immediately stiffened in anger as he saw the extent of the black and purple bruising all up your side. He actually let out what sounded like a low growl before averting his eyes. You noticed his hands clenching and unclenching into fists and he was suddenly restless.

“Oh my God… I’m so sorry this happened to you,” Denise said, her eyes flickering up to yours. She gently palpated your side. “I don’t feel anything concerning beyond the bruising and normal swelling—how did this happen?” she asked you quietly.

You were about to answer when there was suddenly a commotion as Daryl strode over to Pete and pushed him hard in the chest, making him stagger backwards. “Hey!” Daryl roared, posturing toward the surgeon. “What the hell are ya lookin’ at?” You and Denise stared at the two men in confusion and surprise. “We don’ need ya, so why don’ ya just get the hell outta here,” Daryl rumbled, flicking a hand in the direction of the door.

For a moment, Pete looked like he was considering hitting Daryl but he finally just clenched his jaw and left the clinic, slamming the door unnecessarily hard behind him.

Daryl turned to see you and Denise staring at him in confusion. He paced a little uncomfortably. “He was—I didn’t like how he was lookin’ at ya,” Daryl finally spat out.

You felt your cheeks color and averted your eyes from the archer. Apparently when you had lifted your shirt, revealing the bare skin from your waistband to the strap of your bra Pete’s eyes had been a little too hungry, a little too searching, and had lingered a little too long for Daryl’s taste.

You didn’t know what to say. The air in the room was thick and heavy with tension. Denise finally cleared her throat a little awkwardly and broke it. “Okay, I’m serious about the wrist. I’m going to give you some heavy-duty painkillers and anti-inflammatory meds to take for the next five days. If you feel any changes in your side or abdomen you come get me, okay? I’m serious.”

You nodded and Daryl rushed over to help you climb down on the table, hardly noticing the ache in his ankle anymore. You felt another flush in your cheeks as he gently gripped your elbow. “Thanks, Denise.”

She nodded. “Daryl, you’re sure you don’t need me to look at that ankle?”

He shook his head. “Nah. ‘M good. Just gonna get Y/N home so she can rest.”

“You too,” Denise said, pointing vehemently at him.

You walked, or hobbled more like, the distance back to your house with Daryl in silence. It still felt a little heavy, a little uneasy, like the air was holding things unsaid, but finally you climbed the steps and to the front door. You gave him a small smile, but there was something like apprehension in your eyes as you thanked him for all his help. “You know, I’ve known you only a short while and I think you have now officially saved my ass and patched me up more than anyone,” you muttered.

“Yeah, well…” he shrugged. “I think it’s about the same in reverse.” Daryl left with a hollow feeling in his chest as the heavy clunk of the deadbolt secured your door behind you.

Carol was waiting on the front porch and immediately grabbed him into a tight hug. “You scared us,” she said, holding him back to take him in, her eyes searching for injury. “Rosita told us you were back but nothing else. Are you okay?”

“’M Fine. Better than, Y/N,” he said, nudging his head toward your house across the street.

Carol’s brow furrowed. “What happened? Is she alright?”

“Mmm,” Daryl hummed, a noise meaning he didn’t want to talk about it. He dug in his pocket for a cigarette and allowed Carol to gently push his hair out of his face and clasp his shoulder, before he stiffened and moved away to sit on the steps. She knew that meant he wanted to be alone, wanted time to think.

“I’m glad you’re both back and at least mostly in one piece. We’ll be inside if you need anything.”

“Thanks,” the archer murmured. Daryl sat there most of the night, smoking the cigarettes he had left and staring at your dark house, wondering if you were awake like he was.

You were.

The next day, Daryl found Rick in the kitchen in the afternoon. He’d already explained what had transpired outside the walls, why you had both been so delayed. Rick had listened carefully and firmly grasped his shoulder, telling him how relieved he was that Daryl was back safe and that you were too. His words seemed a little pointed, but Daryl shied away from it. But now, after being unable to think of anything else all day, he had a question to ask Rick.

“Hey,” Daryl said, finding Rick in the kitchen, trying to convince Judith to eat something as she squirmed in his arms.

“Hey, Daryl. What is it?” Rick perceived something in the archer’s expression as soon as he glanced up at him.

Daryl scruffed a hand awkwardly through his hair. “Y/N’s interview. With Deanna, when Aaron first brought her in. Did ya watch it?”

Rick nodded, his face falling. “Yeah… I did. I think I watched just about everybody’s.”

Daryl shifted his body weight anxiously from one foot to the other and crossed his arms over his chest, trying to hide the vulnerability he felt while showing such obvious interest in you and your story. “Well… what—what was on it?”

Rick sighed, finally giving up on coaxing Judith to eat, and set her down on the floor on a blanket. He stood and hung his thumbs in his pockets, staring down at his boots for a moment. “You want to watch it?” he asked the archer, glancing up to take in his expression.

Daryl shrugged and let out a non-committal hum.

Rick studied his friend’s expression. “Whatever you’re lookin’ for… Whatever answer… It isn’t on there. But you can watch it if you want,” Rick offered. “Ya saw somethin’ out there that has you worried. I can see that. You can tell me if you want to, but I also understand if you don’t. Y/N is… private… about whatever happened to her before this, before here.”

Daryl swallowed at the tightness in his throat and considered Rick’s words. He chewed his bottom lip thoughtfully, his face dark. “I ain’t worried about us,” he clarified. “I ain’t worried about Alexandria.”

Rick nodded. “Just about her.”

Daryl shrugged and avoided the look in Rick’s eyes, which was something surprised but knowing. “We’ll do our best to keep her safe,” Rick said.

Daryl nodded and this time when he glanced up at his friend there was a fire in his blue eyes, a fierceness. “Ya. We will.”

[orenjikaraka]

I’m Truly Sorry, please Forgive Me…

Rengoku Kyojuro x reader angst

Warnings: slight manga warning aka mainly akaza just slightly though, cursing, concerned for weight, angst

word count: 4279

AU: modern

(Y/N) woke up to an empty side of the bed, She wondered if he’s at work again, she sighed, she got up, she actually kind of disappointed that he's not here , ‘Kyojuro…’ she thought, she still felt tired, but kind of relieved in the same time, because she was on break, it was only for a week, but she’s glad that she doesn’t have to go to work today, ‘I should make dinner for him, because he usually comes back late at night’, when she got up, the floor was cold, ‘well crap now I’m awake’, she got dressed and went to the kitchen, she made Kyojuro’s dinner and made her breakfast, she put his plate in the fridge, and ate her breakfast alone while watching some shows.

After she finished her food, she was wondering if she should call him, to see if he was alright. But before she could even try, Genya was calling her, ‘weird timing’, and she answered “hi Genya, what’s up?” “O- oh hi (Y/N), I was wondering if Rengoku-San is doing ok, because he’s been working on a lot of paperwork, he usually be finish with it, and head to your home, but- but he been like this yesterday morning and I don’t- don’t think he left school?” ‘Now that you think about it, Kyojuro left early yesterday in the morning, I thought it would be like a meeting, but who takes meetings that early in the DAMN morning’ “maybe he just has extra work, he needs to do Genya”, “ trueee, but he looks exhausted, so I wondering if you could check on him?”

‘Awwww, Genya, still acting like a little brother, it’s no wonder he’ll be worried, heck I'm worried too, but usually when these things happen like this, he comes the next day, sleeping soundly on our bed…’ “Genya, sweetheart, don’t worry about it, he’ll be back probably late at night, and be sound asleep in my bed, so don’t worry” “but- but (Y/N)” ‘this boy…’ “Genya I’ll tell you what, if he doesn’t come this midnight, and if morning happens and he’s still not there, can you ask Sanemi to go check on him, because I’ll be busy tomorrow, and you know, some errands for the house and grocery stopping, also I chose Sanemi, because you’ll be busy with school you know” “i- I know, and o- ok” … “OH, (Y/N), I’m celebrating my birthday today. Would you like to come, Tanjiro and his sister will be there, and Sanemi of course, “oh I would love to, I don’t really have anything to do today anyway so sure!” “YES- wait I mean thank you… for… coming…” ‘hehe poor boy, probably made his classmates scared’ “your welcome Genya, also happy birthday!” “Thank you, (Y/N), bye” “bye”.

‘Oh, before I do anything I should go buy him a gift’ so (Y/N) put on some casual clothes, instead of just wearing Pajamas, and went to the mail.

—-

All the classes has ended, and Rengoku just finished a big batch of paperwork, he yawn, and checked if he was finished, he looked on his schedule and saw more paperwork has been placed with a big sticky note that says ‘Teacher of history class: Rengoku Kyojuro; must be finished by tomorrow!’ “Fuck…” he just wanted to go home and sleep with his beautiful wife, on that soft bed, “guess this will be my 4th coffee for the day…” he got up and yawn again, and stretched, his back pop, but not in the good way, “ow, ow, ow, never doing that again…”, he walked over, and picked his stack of paper he had to do, he sat it in his desk, and walked to the teachers lounge’s door, and opened it to the hallway, before he stepped out, he saw Genya with Sanemi, most likely walking home, he guessed, but he heard Genya saying before they left, “(Y/N), is coming over, for the party, I’m so glad she’s free today!” And as they left, Kyojuro felt frustrated, ‘why didn't she tell me anything…’ he yawned again, “God, these yawns are getting on my nerves, I need my coffee…”

When he made it to the teachers lunch room, he started to make his coffee, when it finished, he drinks it, unusually fast, but unsatisfied, by the results, ‘ima have another’ so he made another, and drink it the exact speed as the last one, satisfied by the 2nd coffee, he was gonna go back to the teachers lounge, but saw a small box that had some sweet rolls, on the box it said, ‘you may only take one’, but Kyojuro had a craving to eat the whole damn box, all those coffees are really messing up his appetite, ‘who’s gonna notice these anyway, I eat most of the stuff here, so who gives a damn’ ‘but then again… I’ll gain some weight…’ he put one hand on his side, and felt some fat, it’s not noticeable, but it’s still pudge, ‘maybe I regret being a teacher, all this damn paperwork, and exhaustion, and drinking all this coffee really affecting my body…’ when he was thinking about all this stuff and he was about to ditch it and left,  but hunger was just raging in his stomach so ‘ok, ok, maybe some won’t hurt’ and took the whole damn box and left for the teachers lounge.

—-

(Y/N) was at Sanemi’s house celebrating Genya’s birthday, everything was going great and to (Y/N), she was surprised that Sanemi was having a great time too. It was kind of sad that Kyojuro wasn’t there, he would be giving Genya tons of gifts, but sadly he’s still at work, it made (Y/N) a bit disappointed again, but she wanted to just hope, he’s doing ok, “(Y/N), what’s wrong?” “Oh, Sanemi, I’m just worried for my husband is all…” “don’t worry about it, like you said to Genya, if he doesn’t show up to your house tomorrow morning, I’ll go check on him, just relax and don’t worry about it” “ok…” “quick (Y/N), I’m blow the heck out of the candles!!” Genya said, (Y/N) laughed, “ok!!, come on Sanemi, get off that couch of yours, and stop being lazy” Sanemi smirk “ohhhh really, I’ll prove to you, that I’m not” he gets up, “I like to see you try!!” Sanemi and (Y/N) laughed after that, and went over to the kitchen to celebrate Sanemi’s little bro's birthday.

—-

After Genya’s birthday celebration was over, (Y/N) went straight home, to relax and just vibe at home, when she took her shower and other little chores and pajamas on, she was about to fell on her bed, but she heard a knock on her door, she immediately turned around and hope it was Kyojuro, when she opened it, her excitement immediately stopped, she saw akaza, “sorry to bother you Mrs. Rengoku, but I’m just here to drop some stuff off”, “who stuff is it?” “Just Rengoku-sans” “oh ok, thanks akaza, oh also is he still at work?” Akaza sighed “yeah… I kind of feel bad for the guy, been working his ass off over some stupid extra paperwork…”, ‘I’ll remind Sanemi tomorrow to go check on him’, “akaza, before you leave, thanks again I appreciate it”, “your welcome, and have a great night!” Akaza waved goodbye and walked away, ‘akaza, I hope that boy relationship is better then mine, because he needs it, he’s such a sweet boy…’ (Y/N) closed the door, and looked in the box, it had finished paperwork inside it.

‘Ren… you really need to take a break…’

—-

The next evening is even more tiring than before, Kyojuro looks more warned out; he looks like he's gonna faint any minute, but that coffee stops him from doing so. ‘Fuck me… my eyes hurt so much…’ Kyojuro yawned again. The teacher's office door opened, Kyojuro didn’t give a damn who it was, because he felt like passing out. “Rengoku”, … “Kyojuro”, … “HEY, I know you can hear me, don’t play du-“ “how about you shut your mouth Sanemi” “tch, hey I’m only here because your wife sent me here to check up on you, not for you to be a asshole to me” that annoyed Kyojuro “why the hell are you with my (Y/N)” “Ren, she’s like a sister to me, even though we’re not related, I still see her as family, so why the fuck you think, I be behind your back with that” Kyojuro sighed and stood from his chair “where is she” “she’s out doing errands, she wanted to come over here and check on you, but house chores and grocery shopping” Kyojuro sat back down and trying to finish what he was left off “ok, leave, I have work to do, so buzz off”.

“Are you listening to yourself right now, your just gonna go back on your work instead of paying attention to (Y/N)” “no, I need to finish it, for my job, someone needs to pay the bills in the house” Sanemi got pissed off by that, then he chuckled “tch, no wonder (Y/N) comes to my house, when she’s all tearing up, because someone needs to give her attention and that someone is not you” Kyojuro stood up and put his hands by Sanemi’s shirt, Sanemi can see that flame in his eyes, the rage… “Sanemi if you lay a finger on-“ “maybe I should, I can treat her better than you…” Kyojuro was about to punch him, but the door opened again, and Genya was there, poor boy was shocked, “let go, Rengoku” Sanemi made Kyojuro let go, Sanemi walked over to Genya, and reassured him, Kyojuro just stared back and a overflowing guilt fell on him, Sanemi looked back with rage and discuss in his eyes, “Ren, you need to get your act together, if you can’t do that, she’s gonna move on, and divorce you…” then slammed the door. 

Sanemi walked out with Genya and head home, but before he touched the door knob, his phone rings, he got his phone out of his pocket and saw (Y/N) on the screen, he answers, “hey what’s up” “hey can I come spend the night at your house” Sanemi was surprised, “oh… why-“ “Genya texted me, that the talk you had with Ren, didn’t go so well…” ‘she sounds depressed’ “hey… is everything ok…” ‘wait, why would I ask such a dumb question’ “kinda… I'm just sick of being alone at home…” “yeah, want me to come pick you up” “yes…” “ok, I’ll come pick you up in 10 minutes from now” “thanks Sem Sem, I appreciate it” Sanemi chuckled, “your welcome, (Y/N)…” 

—-

It was late at night again, and Kyojuro was still at work doing paperwork, he felt like knocking out, his eyes were drooping and his back hurts, ‘me, an jerk, fuck off Sanemi…’ ‘maybe I should call her…’ Kyojuro stop doing his work and picked up his phone off the desk and started to call her, it rings and rings and rings, until a voicemail happens, “hi this is (Y/N), I might be busy with my husband, so please understand, leave a message after the beep”, *bee-* He canceled it before it even tried to go to voicemail, ‘why should I even try again, it’s midnight’ he put his phone down and he wanted to rest his eyes ‘maybe, I am a jerk’ then he denied it ‘no, I need to finish this work…’ yawned again, ‘actually maybe a small nap won’t hurt, right?’ He laid on his arms, and wondered ‘am I really a bad husband, mom if you were here, what would you say about this…’ Kyojuro slowly fell asleep on his desk.

—-

It was midnight and (Y/N) didn’t want to call back Kyojuro, she saw the missed call from him, but she was shocked to think he would call her, she sighed and tried to go to sleep but couldn’t, maybe she’s overreacting about Kyojuro, she knows his job can be overwhelming, but… but… she’s tearing up, she’s sobbing, she’s quivering, she lift herself up, and put her arms around her legs. 

Sanemi was fast asleep in the living room couch, Genya couldn’t really sleep because what happened in the teachers lounge, what Sanemi said and what Rengoku said, he felt guilt swelling up in his heart, then he hear (Y/N) sobbing in Sanemi’s master bedroom, he sit up, and opened his door, and quietly walked to his brother’s room, slowly opened the door, and saw (Y/N), he felt horrible, he closed the door behind him, and slowly touched her back and slowly rubs her back, “hey, (Y/N)… everything will be ok…” (Y/N) let go of her arms and slowly hugged Genya, she was sobbing on his shoulder, he hugged her back, and give light rubs on her back, and whispered “everything is going to be fine”, it slowly calmed her down, and she looked up at Genya, her puffy eyes made him felt terrible, “I’m sorry I woke you up Genya, it’s just so much is happening…” “no, no, no, it’s fine, your stressed out because what’s all happening and I completely understand that'', “thanks Genya…” “do you need anything else, (Y/N)” she paused and still looked gloomy, “can you sleep with me, It’s hard for me to sleep”, Genya spaced out and it was a little out of the blue for him, “sur- sure, if it- it helps you sleep- I com- completely understand” his cheeks were slightly pink, (Y/N) laughed because he looks so cute, when’s he’s blushy, “thanks Genya'' she made a small smile, that made Genya stop blushing, he smiled back, he stood up, and started to fix his side of the bed, and he walked out and walked back in for his phone, (Y/N) layed down on her side of the bed, and Genya rested on the left side, “thanks again Gen Gen…” “your welcome (Y/N)…” and they both fell asleep. 

—-

Sanemi woke up first, because he needs to get Genya ready for school and everything, like make his breakfast and stuff, he left his main clothes in the living room because he didn’t want to wake up (Y/N), he got dressed and he head to Genya’s room, to wake him up, when he got there and opened the door, he wasn’t there, ‘where you go?’ Then he look at his room, and slowly walked to his room and opened it, and saw Genya sleeping on the left side and (Y/N) on the right, ‘she must’ve had a hard time sleeping, so she asked Genya…’ he still felt frustrated from yesterday, ‘maybe I should call for a day off today, because of (Y/N)’ so he slowly closed the door and called his boss, he said Genya’s not feeling well and that Genya has to stay home, and he had to stay home and take care of him, he ended the call and started to make breakfast for the both of them, he made there plates first, then he made his, his room door opened and Sanemi’s head looked at the direction, and saw Genya walked out then (Y/N), they both yawn, “I smelled pancakes, so I woke up first” (Y/N) said, Genya just shook up, “wait!, ima be late for school!”, then Sanemi quickly said “you dork, I told them we have a day off!, so calm down…``''oh…”, (Y/N) laughed on the two brothers, “why did you call a day off Sanemi?” “Because of you, I saw Genya slept on the other side of the bed, so I thought, you had a hard time sleeping” “I did and Genya helped, isn’t that little dude” “HEY, I’m not around the same age, but I am like twice your size!”, (Y/N) laughed, it made the brothers smile, because it’s better to see their friend happy instead of so sorrowful, “hey, Sanemi… later from today, can you drop me at the school, I need to talk to Rengoku'' Sanemi was a bit surprised to hear her say his last name, “sure, I can, but if anything happens I’ll be in the hallway, and if anyone ask why I’m there, I’ll just say, I’m waiting on someone” “thanks Sanemi” she smiled softly “your welcome (Y/N), if anything happens I’ll rush in there” 

“Thanks and I appreciate it”

—-

It was the afternoon and Kyojuro woke up from his nap, he felt all horrible, his back still hurts, his eyes has deep bags under them, and his body has a trill to drink more coffee, he tried stretching again, but the aches on his back felt like needles piercing through his skin “well that just fucking hurts” he touched his sides and his back, because they were hurting like hell, ‘hope this day, won’t get any worse as it is’, the teacher’s lounge door opened and right when he looked up, he saw his beautiful (Y/N), she looked dreadful, “hi…” she spoke, he felt guilt in his heart because how sad she sounds, “hi…” “can we talk, Rengoku…”, Kyojuro felt even more guilt, why is she calling me that, like we’re strangers all over again he thought, “baby, why are you not calling me by my-“ “Ren, why aren’t you coming home” that guilt slowly turns into frustration, “because I have a job, and I need to pay the bills for us to survive…” “yes, but doesn’t mean you stay up and at your job for three days straight”, “so-“, now (Y/N) slightly raising her voice “what do you mean so!, look at yourself, you been sitting in your desk, drinking coffee, have horrible bags under your eyes, you look like your gonna knock out, Rengo-“ “STOP CALLING ME BY MY LAST NAME” that terrified her, but she still stood her ground, “why should I!! I have been ignored for the past three days! You don’t even give me a text that ‘I’ll be still at work!’ Or at least something comforting!” “Oh (Y/N)!, why don’t you stop being a sensitive little bitch!, and just grow up!” 

Kyojuro eyes went wide, shocked to why he even said that, (Y/N) was trembling, her tears were streaming down her cheeks, Kyojuro wanted to help her calm down, but when he tried to reach for her, she backed up, Kyojuro felt horrible, he felt like he wanted to get punched, his voice was shaky, “(Y/N)…” he tried to touch her shoulder again, but she back up again, “don’t touch me…” his heart shattered when he heard her and how scared she is, “(Y/N), I’m sorry…”, it was silent, until she said “Kyojuro…, no wonder your just like your father…”, and she ran out just like that, Kyojuro was speechless, he wanted to run after her, but couldn’t, because she was right, Kyojuro started tearing up and quavering.

“Am I really…”

——

(Y/N) was running away from the school, the students that were leaving school saw her with sad looks on there faces, Sanemi was behind yelling her name, She just wanted to go far, far, far away from this horrible school, Sanemi chack up, and grabbed her by the arm, “LET GO!!” And Sanemi turned her around, “hey, it’s me, it's me…”, she hugged Sanemi and he hugged back, he picked her up, “it’s going to be ok… shhh.. everything going to be ok… I’ll take you back to my house…”

When they got there, Genya looked worried for (Y/N), she was crying silently, Sanemi wanted to put her down, but she didn’t let go, “(Y/N)?”, “can- can, you and Genya, stay up with me…, be- because I don’t think I can sleep…” Sanemi felt horrible, he should’ve just stepped in, but he wanted to give them space and respect their personal conversation, “sure, (Y/N), anything to make you positive and not stressed, I can do that” ‘hearing that from Sanemi was strange, because usually he’s always stern or blatantly aggressive, but he always would hide his anger on me’ “tha- thanks, Sem Sem…” Sanemi made a small pleasant smile that also made her smile, “hey, (Y/N), how about we watch a movie for the night?” 

“Sure, I would love that…”

——

When Kyojuro got home, he was not surprised that she wasn’t here, his fist clenched, and he slammed the door behind him, he was starving, because he felt like if he ate, he’ll just throw up, but he had to eat something, so he walked over to the kitchen and opened the fridge, and saw some dinner, wrapped in foil, and a sticky note on top, he picked up the note, and it read, ‘hi, love, I’m glad your home, finished this amazing dinner I made, I worked really hard on it, so I hope you like it!’ Also ps. When you finish come cuddle with me! <3’, a teardrop fell on the note, and his hand was shaking, it started to become hard to read, because the tears kept flowing, he closed the fridge, and decided to not eat it, the note was now on the floor but he didn’t care, he just wanted to go to sleep, and just hope this is all a nightmare…

After he took his shower and got ready for bed, he wanted to call her again, so he did, but right when he clicked the call button, it went straight to voicemail, he hung up, before her cute voice can say anything, he tossed his phone on her side of the bed, and sat down on his side of the bed, his quivering got worriedly worst, his breathing was uneven, “(Y/N)… please come… back… I’m… nothing like my father…” 

“Please… I’m sorry… please come back…”

—-

The following morning, Sanemi woke up first, he got up quietly, stretched his back and popped his joints. He was gonna start breakfast for everyone, but he heard a knock on the door, “who the hell can that be?”, he opened the door and saw Kyojuro, he looked exhausted as usual, but he was well dressed, his hair looks kind of messy, “can I see her, I need to talk to her…” his voice sounds raspy, “no, also please leave, she doesn’t want company at the moment” Sanemi was about to close the door but Kyojuro put his foot on the side, so it won’t close, “please… I must talk to her…” Sanemi hated being in the middle of this, but he can’t just do nothing, (Y/N) was upset about and to see her not happy, makes him wants to punch the hell out of whoever made her unhappy, “listen Rengoku, I don’t want to beat the living pulp out of you, so if you mind, just fucking leave” “I’m not leaving until I talk to her!” He can see those flames in his eyes again. “Why you-“

“Sanemi, who is that?”, (Y/N) woke up, then Genya woke up after, Sanemi turned around with a sad look, “it’s no one” “that’s a lie, (Y/N) please… come out and open the door so we can talk… please…” (Y/N) was shocked to hear Kyojuro at the other side of the door, Sanemi turn back “dude, I told you-“ “Sanemi, let me go talk to him” she stood and walked over to the door, Sanemi turned back, with sternness, but he couldn’t say no, so he opened the door fully and walked to his room and told Genya to follow, but before the two boys went to Sanemi’s room, Sanemi said this, “if you hurt her, your dead you hear”, and both the both the boys were out of sight, it was just (Y/N) and Kyojuro.

“What is it, Rengoku…”

“Look I know you hate me, but please hear me out…” he stepped in and got a little closer.

(Y/N) sighed and nodded in response.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry, that I ignored your text, your calls, and most of all, I’m sorry that I ignored you, it breaks my heart to see you so sad and stressed out, to see you so scared and frightened of me, I don’t want you to see me as my father, I'm truly sorry, please forgive me… I’ll never treat you like this ever again…” his voice was cracking while he talked, but it truly hurt to see him like this, “I’ll prov- prove to you that I’m a worthy husband to you…” he was quivering, “I- I- love you- you, (Y/N)… please don’t leave me… I’m sorry…” “please… I’ll do better-“ 

(Y/N) hugged him back she was sobbing, but at least she didn’t walk away from him, he hugged her back, and kept saying sweet sorrys, in her ears, giving her kisses, and making her feel loved…

“I’m sorry… my love…”

“Kyojuro… I forgive you…”

“You do!” he sounded like a lost puppy and that make her laughed

“Yes, Koy” she smiled 

Kyojuro had the brightest smile, and it made her even more happy.

She hugged him again and he hugged back, “hey koy~”

Hm~”

“Love the new you~” she hugged around his waist.

He blushed, “(Y/N)…” he said shyly he covered his face on her shoulder.

She giggled, “I love you, koy~”

“I love you too, sweetheart~”

[miyaniacs]

CHAPTER ONE

NAVIGATION // Prologue // Characters

summary: Reader: female; 20 years old ; Apparently you know something… but what this something is you still got to find out.But curses, good and bad sorcerer now want to get you into their hands.Ending up in the hands of the good ones, y/n finally meets her old best friend again - Yuji. Now Yuji and his friends make it their mission to keep you save in this whole new world. Days turn into weeks and you become closer and closer to your ‚bodyguards‘

Warnings: well.. non actually only typos bc I'm lazy

A/N: soo this chapter is shorter, but it's kinda just for me to get some reactions if you all like this ... form of doing the chapters. Yes I try to make the other parts longer and all, but yeah I really need some feedback if you want the full otome experience or not - or if you got any ideas? and tell me if any of you wants to get tagged :)

“So… that’s your school?” You look around until your eyes land on Yuji again.

“Yes!” He says with a big smile, “It’s so cool- wait Sensei, can I show her her room?” He looks at the white haired male, who’s name is Satoru Gojo, as you found out some time before.

“Yes, yes go ahead, you kids can leave - Nanami, we have to talk.” He says and walks away with the blond one.

“Come y/n!” Yuji says and grabs your hand, dragging you away, to a nearby building.

With a sigh, the black haired one, Megumi, follows while keeping up a conversation with the shy one, who’s name is Toge. It’s still a miracle for you how he understands anything he’s saying.

“Hurry up Y/n!” Yuji says while holding the front door open for you.

Stepping inside you’re met with a long corridor with doors on one side and windows on the other. Out of them you can spot something that looks like a garden, the moonlight illuminating a small lake in the middle.

“Sooo this-“ Yuji stops in front of a door, “Is my room! And this-“ he points to a door on the right side of his, “ is Megumis!”

“Okaay…” You say and look towards Megumi who huffs.

“Don’t annoy me and come banging on my door in the middle of the night.” He says and opens his door, closing it immediately with a loud bang.

“HEYYYY!” A female voice echos through the floor and the door next to Yujis opens.

A brown haired girl, probably your age steps outside, pulling up her sleeping mask.

“Why TF ARE YOU- WAIT YUJI ARE YOU BRING HOME A GIRL???!” She wiggles her eyebrows and nudges his side.

“NO!” The two of you say in union.

“She’s my best friend- Y/n. I told you about her.” He scratches his head.

“OHHH Y/N !!! I’m so glad to finally meet ya!!” She smiles brightly, “but- why are you here now?” She looks confused between the three of you.

“Rice, rice tuna.” Toge says and gestures with his hands.

“WHAT YOU GOT ATTACKED ?! Are you alright??”

“Yes, yes I am… just confused.” You admit and look to the ground.

“I bet- well I’ll talk to you tomorrow and at least update you on all the gossip around here - but I need my beauty sleep now - so goodnight and keep your mouths shut.” She glares at Yuji and goes back in her room.

“Well… let me show you your room- it’s right next to Megumis.” He tilts his head and smiles, “Oh - goodnight Inumaki!” He waves his hand and you smile at the boy, who leaves into another corridor.

“Sooo that’s your room.” Yuji opens the door and you step inside, taking a look around.

The room was medium sized. A relatively big bed, three big windows, a table and a chair, a closet … and two more shelves.

“Oh the bathroom is for the four of us … but we got two showers. It’s the last room at the end of the corridor.”

“Uhm… Yuji?”

“Yes?” He looks at you with his big eyes.

“I don’t have anything with me … could you lend me a shirt?” You ask, the thought of sleeping in your underwear or the clothes you wore all day isn’t really appealing for you at this moment.

“Ohhhh!!! Yes sure!! One second.” He quickly rushes out of your room and you take a deep breath, plopping done on the mattress.

Your brain hurts, just thinking about everything that happened in the past hours. Is this a whole world … hidden in the … normal world? And how did Yuji got into all of this. He would have told you if anything was up with him - so what happened that night he … practically vanished?

“Hereeeeeee!” Speaking of the devil he comes back, a big white shit in his hand.

“Noooo you still got this?” You ask, a smile playing on your lips.

“How could I throw this away?” He says dramatically and throws the shirt on you.

It has a picture printed on it, with the two of you drunk as fuck posing with random condom automate. You got it for him as a joke for his birthday two years ago.

“You know where my room is, if you don’t want to sleep alone.” He smiles.

“Yes - thank you, but I probably black out the second I close my eyes.” You joke.

“Well… goodnight y/n!” He walks closer and hugs you, kissing the top of your head.

“Goodnight Yu, and thanks for saving me.”

“Anytime!” He smiles gently and leaves.

The moonlight, shining through the windows, leaves big shadows in your room. Standing up, you pull off your hoodie, placing it on the chair. Just as you’re about to pull of your shirt too, you remember that you’re standing right in front of the windows. You see some curtains, ready to be pulled close.

You should probably close them.

Go and close the curtains

Leave them open

Your body begins to shake.

Something isn’t right.

Wrapping your arms around yourself you walk towards the door.

You should have stayed at Yujis right away.

Quietly you open his door, stepping inside the room.

“Yuji?” You mumble.

“Come here.” He says in a deeper sleepy voice and opens his blanket for.

You crawl into his bed, his noticeably strong arms wrap around your waist. When did he became so buff? What even are they teaching at this school?

You sigh and wiggle closer to him, wrapping your arms around his.

“Thank you.” You mumble.

The warmth of your best friends body and the feeling of comfort and safety ease your racing mind. There’s nothing heard except the steady breathing of the two of you.

You definitely imagined all of this.

There is nothing to worry about.

You sigh again and turn around in his arms.

“I missed you.” You mumble against his chest.

“Mhhh and I couldn’t wait to finally meet you.” He says in a low voice resting his chin on your head.

His hands run over your back soothing you to sleep.

“Ouch.” Your shoulder-blades pull together as you feel something sharp running down your spine.

“My bad.” Yuji chucks, “I’m sorry.”

“You need to cut your nails.” You roll your eyes and cuddle closer to him.

A smirk spreads on his face.

“Mhhh maybe I should.”

TAGLIST (open): @laceymorganwrites

[bluespiritpaintedlady]

All Roads Lead to Kawata…

This is Part 1 of an excerpt from my Mitsuya fanfic over on ao3 called “Love Endures”. The female in this story is NOT the main OC of the story. This is a side character from Mitsuya's past. It falls within his backstory. This is the story of how she meets & gets involved with the Kawata twins, which later becomes a real problem for her AND for MItsuya. Part 1 leads you up to her just meeting them. Pt. 2 is more…uhhh, juicy, let’s say. Ok, fine it’s like straight up fucking porn… *shrugs*

So, yeah, this is my Kawata Twins hole I fell down. Oh my Goddd… Hope y’all enjoy.

There’s no, like, in detail sex in this one, so I don’t think I’m gonna label it MA but a few explicit things are mentioned. Oh and lots of explicit language of course. I mean, come on, that goes without saying, doesn’t it?

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Thursday, February 1st, 2007

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“Koko! Yer gay, right?”

“Ew, fuck off. And it’s none of your business, anyway. I barely even know you, really. It’s only cuz Shin and your brother were buddies…”

She rolls her eyes at him.

“Whatever. I’ve known you since I was 11.”

“Uh huh and yerrrr what, now? 12?”

“Suck my dick, Koko. Anyway, soooo, that’s a yes, then?” She laughs. “Look, I don’t give a shit that you wanna fuck Inupi in the ass. That’s your thing, man. I just want to ask youuuu where all the hot guys are. And I don’t have any girlfriends anymore-“

“I wonder whyyy.”

“Shut UP! And I trust your judgment on cute guys, cuz yer gay.”

“Ugh…whatever, Aya. Yer such a bitch.”

“Uh huh…just dish, ok? What about the guys in your gang? What is it? Toman? Guys in gangs are soooo hotttt… All the muscles and the tattoos, oh my Godddd… So hot!”

Koko smiles. He really doesn’t like “guys”…only Inupi. He and his sister were the only people he’d ever fully opened his heart up to. But, still he recognizes beauty in the opposite sex and she was right. Biker guys <i>were</i> hot.

“Ok, shut up, you hentai. But yeeeeah, our gang has plenty of eye candy. Quite a bit, actually. If yer askin my opinion, no gang looks better than ours….like not even close.”

“Ohhhh, this sounds promising.” She rubs her hands together and gets a devilish look on her face.

Koko rubs his chin. “Hmmm, I don’t know if I should allow a wild ass cougar to be released in the midst of the guys, tho. You could do some real damage.”

“Ohhh pssshhh! First of all, I’m not some old lady lookin for young men…”

“Might as well be…”

“Ew!” She smacks him. “And do you really think poor wittle me is gonna do <i>anything</i> to those big bad bosozoku?? Come onnnn, Koko. Stop being fucking dramatic about eeeeeeverything.”

His eyes narrow to slits. “Slugging fists isn’t the only way to hurt someone, y’know?”

“Yeah…I know…” Her head drops sadly. 

When she doesn’t say more, he turns his head to look at her. He sees the sad lost look on her face. His brow furrows.

“Hey, are you-“

“-Awesome. Well, when’s the next time you guys are all getting together? Or, y’know…at least the hot ones.” She giggles.

He looks at her and smiles. “We don’t split into groups, y’know? All the hot ones over here and all the plain bitches over there.”

“Heh heh, bitches! I love it. They probably are a bunch of bitches. Bet I could break ‘em.”

A look of slight concern comes to his face. “You could probably break most men. That’s why I never fucked you. I know too much…I’ve seen too much.” He shakes his head.

She doesn’t like hearing this. “Soooo, when’s the nexxxxttt tiiiimmeee…?”

“Ugh! We get together once a week, usually Thursday or Friday, depends. So, that means we’re getting together tomorrow tonight but it doesn’t matter, cuz you can’t actually come to the meeting.”

He doesn’t say anymore.

She looks at him with large eyes. “Okaaayy, annndd?”

“Well, I mean…if you show up right at the end, all the guys’ll be there. We usually hang around and talk afterwards for a while. You’ll be able to see us in all our glory…” He smirks at her.

“Well, I doooo love a man in a uniform. So, how many members you got in Toman now?”

“Why? You thinkin about fuckin ‘em all?”

“Maybeeee…” She laughs. “…but then that’s none of yer damn business Koko, and I’ll thank you to stay out of my personal affairs!”

They chuckle with each other. “Uh huh.”

“No, I actually just wanna figure out if I know anyone other than you in there.”

“Well…yeah, Shota’s in the gang.”

“Shotaaa?! For real?! How the fuck? He never told me he was… Oh, now I’m angry. Ugh. Anyway, ok well, he’s my ‘in’ then.”

He rolls his eyes. “Why do you even need an “in” anyway? Just show up. I mean you know me</i>.”

“No, stop. I can’t do that. I can’t just walk in and be like ‘hey bitches I’m here to fuck!’”

“Well, at least it’d be honest…” He turns and looks at her. “Seriously, don’t go fuckin up the guys in the gang. Please. We already got enough fuckin bullshit to deal with, without you whippin everyone up into a pussy-frenzy or having to deal with mul-ti-ple broken hearts.”

“Nooo, I really just want to find one, Koko. I know I talk big-“

“Yeah and you fuck big, too.”

She laughs. “Yeah, I definitely do. But I’m tired of it all, Koko. I’m sooo fucking tired. I’ve gone from one tragedy to the next to the next to the next…” She trails off, lost in painful recollection for a moment. He turns his head away, this was a bit too “intimate” for him. He liked to keep things surface…and for good reason.

She finally continues, “…and now from one guy to the next to the next…”

She trails off again and he picks up where she left off, “…and the next and the next and the next.”, he says with a grin. 

“Shut up, cocksucker. I fight with Dai all the time, so I know I can take your tiny ass.”

He puffs up his chest a tad. “Bigger than <i>you</i>, bitch.” He walks out of the room and grabs his coat mumbling, “I’ll show you small…”

She hears him and laughs. “I wish you would, Kok’. I’ve been tryin to get some of that for a while now.”

She hears “Nope!” float in from the other room. She giggles.

“You dooonn’t knoooww what yer missssinnnn!”, she sings to him.

He laughs loudly and comes back in the room with his coat thrown over his shoulder hanging down from his fingers. 

“Damn Koko, you are hella fly and hella stylish, as always. If only every man had your kind of style…and hotness, too. Damn.”

He turns back around and points towards the door. “Down girl! And I’m leaving, sooo yeah…”

“God, yer so rude… Will you at least give me a kiss before I go?”

“Will you leave if I don’t?”

She smiles big and shakes her head, acting all shy.

“You can’t “pursuade” me with your little “act” so just stop. And come here…”

She giggles and runs over to him.

“Give me your cheek.”

She gives him a pout. “Awww, come on. Just a little sugar, baaayybbbyyyyy?” She smiles.

“Nope. I gotta cut you off.”

“Ugh. Whatever. Fine.”

She puts her cheek up to him and as he goes in to kiss it, she pulls the oldest trick in the book, the old bait and switch. She turns her head quickly and kisses him on the lips.

He lets her have it for an extra minute because he really doesn’t care and he knows how happy it makes her. When he’s had enough, he pulls back.

“Ok, that’s enough. Tiiiimme to gooooo!”

She giggles and hops up and down. 

“Thaaaankkk youuu, Kooookoooo! I looove yooouuu!”

“Uh huh. You love me for my doggy-style.”

She looks him up and down again. “Ugh. I wissshh!”

“Yeah…we definitely need to get you a guy. I can’t keep fillin in.”

“Oh stop it. I haven’t done anything to you that’s hurt you. You certainly didn’t hate it.” She licks her lips. “So, shut up!”

He smiles at her and they walk out together.

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  Friday, February 2nd

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>>12:30pm<<

“Shaaaattoooo! Hey, wait up!” She runs up to him, he watches her bounce. When she reaches him she grabs a hold of his arm and presses her breasts up against his arm. Her high school persona is running strong. “Heeey Shato! It’s been a little bit, right? I was hangin with Koko yesterday and he told me you were in fucking Toman! I didn’t know that. Why didn’t you ever tell me?” She play smacks him and moves in maddeningly close to his body.

Her closeness is throwing his mind off its tracks. He speaks to her in a lowered voice, “Uh…well I mean it’s not something I spread around at school, man. I can’t risk getting a bad rep here. My dad will end my life if I do badly at school.”

She nods like she understands his struggles. Then she gives him a pleading look. 

“Well, I wanna come.”

“Umm, what?” He swallows.

“I wanna come with you!”

“Huh?”, he squeaks out. 

“And see the gang. I want to meet your friends.”

He looks at her confused. “Come with me? Huh?”

“Tonight, of course.”

“Oh..uhhh…heh heh, well… The guys get really crazy about that kind of shit. Uhhh, you can’t just show up at one of our meetings.”

“No, silly…” She presses her tits tighter against him. “I want to come <i>after</i>. Can I? Pleeeaseee?”

“Um…” He’s startin to sweat.

She brings her face right up to his and then leans in to whisper in his ear, “I’ll do annyything to be able to coooommme, Shato.” With a sexy little whimper she whines, “Pleeeaassee?” 

He’s starting to get really hot under the collar. There really wasn’t any other way this was gonna end other than him giving in to her. He was going to say yes. He’s completely helpless against her particular skillset.

“Yeah, Aya. Meet me at Musashi at like, 8:30. And, uh, then maybe we can hang after?”

She is happier than a pig in shit. “Yesssss. Anything for my BEST friend Shatooo!” She kisses him on the cheek and walks away, making herself look as adorable as possibly as she does. As soon as she’s out of his sight, the act drops and she smiles to herself. She’d won yet another battle. Meanwhile, back in the hallway, Shato stood there like he’d just walked the path of a tornado.

“Shato-san? Hey man, it’s time for class. Snap out of it.” Someone bumps him and it snaps him out of it. “Shit.” He scurries off.

>>> 8:25<<<

She strolls casually through the parking lot, like she had not a care in the world. She can hear the shouts of “Otsukaresama desu!” and “Toman!” ringing out all over the grounds of the shrine. It gives her goosebumps. <i>They’re like an army. Fucking amazing!</i> Her smile grows as she walks around and thinks about the gang and looks at their bikes filling the parking lot.

She makes her way over to the steps leading up to the shrine and sits down. She whistles and thinks about Dai. <i>I wonder where he is right now? Is he in someone else’s bed…? Fuckin somebody else?</i> She didn’t like how that thought made her feel. It was deep; the wound was etched into her on a cellular level. She shook her head. “No”, she mumbled to herself. 

<i>I’m gonna go home with Shato tonight and have some fun and then I’m gonna get really fucking high so I can fall asleep-

-Aloonnee…

Stop it! And I’m gonna meet some guys here and maybe one of them will be a good one. There’s gotta be one out there somewhere. Someone as good as Dai-

-There isn’t anyone as good as Dai.

…or better even. He isn’t that great really, anyway. 

That’ssss a liiiieee…you don’t believe that even slightly.</i>

She starts shaking her head at the voice.

<i>You are still in love with him. 

No. No, I’m not. I mean he’s my brother…so, yeah I love him but, no. He broke my fucking heart too many times. 

You’re never gonna find someone who can fuck you like he can….

Oh Godddd…no. Stop! It’s not true. I’ll find someone. I’ve had a few really good fuc-

-You’re never gonna find someone who will hold you in their arms till you fall asleep…</i>

She wants to scream. <i>SHUT THE FUCK UPPPPPP!

You’re never gonna-</i>

“Hey, Aya!”

He raised her right up out of that prison in her mind. She is so happy to see him because of it, that she jumps right up and hugs him. Tight. It makes him groan just a little. She hears it and smiles. She pulls back and looks at him coyly. “I can’t wait till we get to hang out laaaterrr.”

“Mmmm… me either. I’m sure we’ll have <i>lots</i> of fun.”

She took another step back to look at him. She eyed him all the way up and all the way down. He was lookin sharp in that uniform. This was a different Shota than she’d known at school. 

“Wow….you shine up like a pretty little penny.”

He blushes. “Heh heh… Thanks. You’ve never seen me like this before, huh?” He stands up a little taller and makes an exaggerated tough guy face and pose.

She laughs. “Definitely not.” She brings her lips to his ear. “I like this version. I kinda think it’s my favorite.” She steps back.

He chuckles. “Yeah, mine too. This is my best <i>self</i>.”

She nods and smiles. “I can see it, Shota. You are shining bright right now. I can definitely see it…”

He blushes again. “Thank you. So, uh…you want to meet the gang, huh?”

She gives him a big smile and nods enthusiastically.

“Haha. Yer so damn cute, Aya. Is there any man alive that can say no to you?”

She looks like she’s thinking it over, deeply.

“I don’t know… I mean I haven’t found one yet.” She shrugs and smiles at him.

“Good God. If there <i>is</i> anyone that can, you probably won’t find him among us.” He scoffs. “Come on. Let’s go meet the guys.”

She bounces up and down. He gulps and has to take a deep breath. They walk over to a small group of guys standing around a pair of twins, one with bright pinky-orange shoulder-length hair and one with bright bluish-green shoulder-length hair, both style in exactly the same way. The only difference between them is the color of their hair and the fact that the orange one had sashes flowing from his uniform.

“Kawata! What’s up, man?” 

The blue one looks at him, shows no emotional response, and then looks away. The peach one’s head lifts up and he smiles large. 

“Heeeey Shato! What’s up?”

They do their little “bro hug” and handshake. 

“Who’s your friend, here?”, Kawata asks.

“This is Aya.”

She turns her Adorable Dial up to 11. She bows a little to them and says, meekly, “Hajimemashite!”

“Yeah, Hajimemashite, indeed. I’m Smiley. This is my brother, Angry.” His hand smacks lightly against his brother’s chest. Angry looks over at her, angrily.

“Hey” is all they get out of him.

“Fourth division, introduce yourselves to the fine lady.”

The five guys around the circle with them bow respectfully and shout, “Hai!” Then they start naming off, one after the other from left to right till all 5 are through and they are back round to her and Shato. She bows to all of them and repeats her earlier greeting. 

“So, what you guys up to tonight? Anything fun?”, Shato asks Smiley.

“Nah. I’m saving it all up for tomorrow.”

“What, you got a big date or somethin?”

“I wish. No, a bunch of us are gettin together over at my place tomorrow. Gonna have some fun, get fucked up. Can’t wait. Shit’s been craaaazy around here lately. Need to let down my hurrr, know what I mean?”

Shato looks at him and smirks. “Can’t imagine your hair any more let out than it already is, man.”

Smiley laughs. “Ohhh, you have nooo idea, my friend. It can go sooo MUCH further than this.”

He looks over at Aya and then back to Shato. “Why don’t, uh, you and your friend Aya here, come join us? I’m sure you’ll have a…BLAST.” His grin gets impossibly bigger. Shota looks over to her. “Whadya think, jellybean?”

She starts laughing. “Isn’t it supposed to be ‘know what I mean?’ Like, it’s supposed to rhyme, right?”

He looks at her dumbly. “Huh?”

Her musical laugh rings out again. “Nevermind. Yeah, that sounds awesome.” She turns to Smiley and bows slightly. “Arigato Gozimasu.”

His eyes open ever so slightly. “Pretty <i>and</i> has manners, huh? Isn’t that nice to see?”, he asks no one in particular. He waves his hand back and forth and shrugs. “Kinishinae de.” 

With tomorrow now taken care of, the pressure lifts off of her and she quickly zeroes back in on tonight's meal. In front of all of the guys in their circle, she grabs Shato’s arm and leans in to once again whisper into his ear. She was aware of just how effective this tactic was on this particular boy. She also makes sure they all can see her very clearly pressing her tits against Shato. She really likes makin them squirm a little. She likes to tease. She steps back from his ear and looks at him with a big smile and he nods his head vigorously.

“Hey guys, I need to get Aya-san back home. She’s got a BUNCH of studying to catch up on. I gotta help her out, y’know?” 

“Stopppp! You’re making it soound soo…LEWD. We’re ACTUALLY going to study, y’know? I mean it, Shato!”

Smiley nods his head with a smile. “Heh heh, yeah I'm sure you’ll get pleeennty done tonight.”

She blushes and starts pulling on his arm. “Come onnnn!”, she says with a slight whine.

He looks at Smiley and laughs. “Sorry, she’s beggin me for it. I gotsta gooo!”

“I don’t blame you. I’m surprised you’re still here. So, uh see you two tomorrow, right?”, he says with a quick lick of his lips.

She and Shato smile and their heads bob up and down.

She pays Shato’s favor back in full several times over that night. When they both collapse in her bed at the end of their escapades, she turns her head towards him and between labored breaths she tells him, “Shato…I wanted to…uh, thank you…for helpin me out…today.”

He turns his head towards her and smiles. “I’d say you definitely showed your gratitude PLENTY tonight.”

She giggles. “Well, I was REEALLLY thankful. But I just wanted you to know… I, uhhh, wanna kinda keep this between us. Ok? I mean, I don’t want to confuse you… Like, I don’t want to date. I just wanted to fuck. Can you appreciate that?”

“Friends with benefits? Yeah, I can dig that.”

“Well, friends with bene-FIT, anyway. I don’t know if we’ll be doing this again.”

He looks back over at her. “You mean unless I happen to do something for you another time and make you reeaally thankful for it again?”

She chuckles. “Mayyybeee. I like to take care of my…friends.”

“You sure do. Alright, I’m cool. I ain’t gonna become some needy bitch, if that’s what yer gettin at. We’re all good, babe..”

She feels a slight inner twitch at his use of the word babe. She pushes it down.

“Good”, she says and kisses him. “Alright, I need to get some sleep. You wanna get high with me before you go?”

He gets off the bed and grabs his uniform off the floor and starts putting his clothes back on.

“Nah, I’m good. I’ll see ya tomorrow night. Meet me at my place around 8-ish, alright?”

She nods and smiles at him.

“Thank you, Shato. For everything.”

“You’re welcome. I’ma definitely have to say ‘anytime’.”

“Haha! I bet. See ya tomorrow.”

He smiles and leaves her bedroom. She watched him go. <i>Damn, I do love a man in uniform. Mmm…</i> She sighs happily. But the happiness doesn’t hang around long before the whispers have come back and are startin to get loud. The rattle of a pill bottle is heard. She quickly throws a pill into her mouth and then saunters back into Dai’s bedroom and grabs one of the many bottles littering the top of his dresser and takes a big swig. She walks back and collapses on her bed. Tonight she doesn’t dream. 

[telli1206]

Well, since you mentioned it, I can't unthink it so... Jal + 18. A pool at night… with alligators ;)

😁 ok, finally fleshed out the full idea for this@hersilentlanguage

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"You call this...a pool?"

Mal toes her boot along the ledge, scrunching her nose as she watches the mud squish along the sole. She pulls back, casting an irritated sideways glance when she hears Jay's chuckle.

"Not a pool for us, Miss Priss," he teases, swatting at Mal's tongue when she leans forward to stick it out in his face. "Get that thing away! I swear I brought you here for a reason, ok? And it's not for swimming. Just chill out and let me show you."

"Show me what," Mal groans, slumping onto a tiny patch of grass. She draws her knees up close and tips forward, her eyes searching the black, murky waters in the massive...swimming hole? Just in front of them. A putrid rotten egg smell wafts through her nostrils and Mal can't fight back a grimace.

Poor Jay must be losing it if he thinks a place like this could be fun.

Jay tuts and shakes his head, as if he can sense her skepticism. "Stop fucking doubting me, just watch."

He grabs a rock and rolls it between his fingers as he peers intensely at the water. Mal almost snorts at his concentrated face, with just the tiniest bit of tongue jutting out between his lips. But before she can say a word he chucks the rock pointedly at the water. It flies through the air quietly, arcing just before it makes contact with the surface.

SNAP

Mal nearly shrieks when a massive set of teeth clap sharply at the rock, the form of a massive, muddy gator breaking the surface for just a second before sinking back down now that the potential attack seems to be gone.

"Fuck! That's insane!" She yelps, and Jay cackles at her wide-eyed expression, clapping happily.

"Told ya, little shit. Maybe you should trust me sometimes."

Mal glares at him, grumbling quietly as she picks up a rock of her own.

"Well maybe if you had ideas like this more often, I would," she retorts, grinning slightly before launching her rock at the water. She giggles at the satisfying snap that follows, the new gator jumping so high out of the water that it slams down onto Jay's and is forced to roll itself off while the other tries to buck him away.

"Not bad Mals," Jay admires with an approving click of his tongue. "I guess you don't really need any practice before we start, huh?"

"Start what?" She tosses another rock into the pool, laughing gleefully when a third gator's back slams into the rolling one.

Jay laughs and throws in a rock too, prompting another gator to jump over the first. "The game. Come on M, do you even know me?? It's time to make this interesting!"

"Oh yeah? So, what? Whoever gets the most gator snaps wins??"

"Exactly." Jay grins widely, raising a brow. "And now, we add the stakes."

"Ohhhh I like how you think!" Mal jumps upright and leans closer. "Did you have something in mind?"

"I had a thought," Jay muses. But he suddenly makes a fist and punches it at Mal after he hears her muttering something about smelling something burning.

"Fine, FINE! Share already!" She snaps, turning her head away to avoid flinching at his swing.

Jay purses his lips, curling them into a small smile. "The loser...has to pants the Gastons tomorrow. When-" he adds, poking two fingers at Mal's chest "they start harassing Blueberry and Brainiac for their homework. Like they do every morning," he hisses, annoyance flashing across his features.

"What, are you sick of just using them as punching bags?" Mal snickers, her eyes trained in the dirt as she starts to grab for more rocks.

"It gets boring," he agrees with a casual shrug. "And it’s fun to fuck with them. Can you imagine Third all pissed and trying to chase us with his pants around his ankles??"

Jay look at Mal, mouth clenched shut. They keep eye contact for a few seconds before bursting into laughter.

“You’re on,” Mal quips.

Jay pumps his fist sharply. “Yes! C and E are gonna love us.”

He scrambles on all fours to start scooping up the rocks around him, gathering up a pile on the ground and fisting rocks into his palms. Mal does the same, shuffling close to Jay at one point to bump his shoulder and cause the rocks in his hand to tumble out. He snorts and drops what he has onto his pile on the ground before shoving Mal backwards by the shoulders and letting her topple over.

Mal huffs and kicks at the dirt when she hits lands on the ground, knocking over his pile of rocks in the process. She scrambles away quickly before he can grab for her, backing herself up against a nearbly tree and plucking a rock from her fingers. She raises it high, poised to throw it, before she stops.

Jay tilts his head and watches Mal. She’s chewing on her lip now, unmoving, staring out along the water. She lets her hand fall, still clutching the rock, and Jay gives her a confused look.

“What?? Are the gators freaking you out all of a sudden? My...fear-full leader?” Jay teases, looking all-too pleased with himself.

Mal glowers at him, then holds up the rock in her hand to focus on it instead.

“No,” she answers casually, still looking at the rock. “I was just...thinking. You know how Evie always tells us she wishes we didn’t have to fight?”

“Yeah,” Jay agrees, smiling a little. “C does, too. Actually, he just looks like he’s trying not cry when he sees us fight,” he adds with a chuckle.

Mal laughs quietly, rolling the rock over in her fingers. “I bet they’d love if we just did something crazy like that. Dropping pants and just...make the Gastons fall over. They’ll look like idiots. I bet they just run off all embarassed and then we won’t have to throw a single punch.”

“Eves would LOVE that,” Jay admits. “You’d make her so fucking happy. And C.”

“They might even thank us. Or something.”

Jay shakes his head. “Nah, probably just give us a hug. Or...”

He glances at Mal and she quirks a smile at him. They sit in silence for a few moments, sharing occassional looks at each other as they carefully gather more rocks into their laps, slowly picking up speed with every passing second until their piles are spilling over and Jay leaps to his feet.

“Ok, winner gets to pants the Gastons instead. And...go!”

“Fuck you, Jay!” Mal shrieks, darting up and hurling rocks as she goes. “I’ll kick your ass!”

Settings To Imagine Your OTP Prompts

[quidfree]

prompts,.,, fem tdbk and a date gone very wrong ? ❤️

ohhhh my god anon. pump this shit directly into my veins i love this whole premise let’s go. also all inspired by whatever the fuck horikoshi was doing in this 

just so everyone is on the same page here, it is not a fucking date.

it’s lunch. a singular lunch. people do that shit all the time. even katsuki does lunch, sometimes. she went to that semi-shitty diner place with kirishima that one time when the food hall was shut because some dumbass first year exploded into goo or whatever. and todoroki does lunch, too- her and deku were on some shitty lunch date like a week ago, as evidenced by deku’s even shittier selfie of them having a grand old time doing whatever the fuck they do alone.

fuck, not a shitty lunch date. a shitty lunch. whatever.

the point is lunch is a normal non-date thing people do, and the fact katsuki and todoroki are maybe not the usual suspects for it is just circumstantial. it’s not like they planned it ahead of time, or made some big thing about it. they literally arranged for it in public, so obviously todoroki didn’t think there was anything weird about it. and there isn’t! they’re both going to be in tokyo on the same day, and todoroki’s always happy for any excuse to spend less time with her old man, and katsuki sure as fuck wouldn’t turn down an opportunity to avoid her hag of a birth-giver for a few blissful hours, so when todoroki had very nonchalantly gone ‘oh, bakugou, we could do lunch then”, it wasn’t like she had any real reason to tell her to go fuck herself. like, yeah, maybe a year ago, on principle, she would have, but even katsuki can only take so much trauma-bonding before she resigns herself to the reality that she’s stuck with half ‘n half for life, one way or another, and she may as well suck it up and approach civility because said moron is determined to ignore her open malice until she plays along anyways. they’re... you know, whatever. friends. or something. jesus.

the point being that it’s not a date, and the fact that she’s getting increasingly annoyed at her limited wardrobe is just because she would have packed more shit if the crone hadn’t insisted that they ‘pack light’ so they could get cheaper train tickets for less luggage. it’s just annoying that she can’t wear anything that’s not screaming holiday.

it occurs to her as she sits and scowls at her suitcase that her mother has been watching her from the doorframe for some undetermined amount of time, which is criminal mainly because she’s a goddamn hero-to-be and getting snuck up on by anyone is a blight upon her good name. she tries to disguise the ego damage dealt by glowering murderously in her progenitor’s direction.

“what the fuck do you want?”

“you know,” the she-devil says, cocking a hip, “if you want to borrow something nicer...”

“i wouldn’t be caught dead in your shitty clothes!” katsuki snarls, which prompts the witch to immediately scowl back.

“watch your damn mouth!”

“watch your waistline! no way in hell are we the same size!”

“why you little-”

the interruption at least reminds her that she is obsessing over her clothes ahead of meeting todoroki for lunch, which is so humiliating it kickstarts her brain again long enough to grab some normal shit and get the hell out of there.

on the walk she checks her phone again. the previous day she’d had to bite the bullet and make the first move, todoroki’s infamously terrible communication skills making themselves known once more, and their ensuing conversation had been so mortifying she’d nearly cancelled all-together.

to: Half ‘n half

Yo asshole are we still meeting tomorrow or what

I’m busy as shit

from: Half ‘n half

Yes. TS

to: Half ‘n half

What the fuck is TS

from: Half ‘n half

I was signing off.

to: Half ‘n half

SIGNING OFF ON YOUR OWN TEXT

YOU THINK I DONT KNOW YOUR DAMN NAME

from: Half ‘n half

[Pin attached]

Does here at 12.30 work for you?

to: Half ‘n half

Yeah whatever

Don’t be late

And don’t think I’m forgetting the fucking signing off thing

from: Half ‘n half

Glad you can make time for mockery in your busy as shit schedule.

the venue looks like some rich person shit, which she semi-expected, but it means a lot of people give her weird looks as she makes her way inside, probably on account of the shorts and t-shirt she’s wearing if not her general vibe. some old woman actually drags her purse to her, which makes katsuki sorely tempted to bare her teeth and maybe hiss for effect, though she settles for scowling and shoving her hands in her pockets. it’s 12.27, because she wasn’t going to be late but being any earlier would have given off some dubious impression that she’s eager to see todoroki, except now she kind of wishes she’d just come for 12.30 because if there’s some reservation bullshit she gets the feeling she’s going to start fighting with the waiting staff, and then-

“bakugou,” todoroki calls, from inside, raising a hand with unnecessary formality. “you made it.”

“course i made it,” katsuki grunts, absolutely not relieved as she by-passes the suspicious looking waiter to join her outside. “think i can’t ride the damn underground by myself?”

todoroki is wearing jeans cuffed at the ankles and a white t-shirt on top of which she’s thrown on an open button-up with the sleeves rolled up, and she looks casual and normal and incidentally kind of like they dressed to match, but the important part is that she doesn’t look dressed up at all, so katsuki was totally right about the non-date situation, and also isn’t the only one totally underdressed for the shitty venue.

“you look nice,” todoroki says then, completely shattering katsuki’s brief moment of reprieve. “i’ve never seen so much color on you.”

katsuki almost chokes on her own tongue, but the worst part is that the asshole seems completely nonchalant about the weird as shit observation, focused on her stool as she takes a seat on the balcony. which- what the actual fuck? since when does todoroki issue compliments unprompted- of the non-professional variety, at that? and what the fuck does she expect katsuki to say now- return the compliment? say thanks? is this whole thing some kind of exercise in psychological torture?

well, fuck it. she can’t look like a little bitch just because todoroki said something inanely positive. two can play that game.

“yeah. you look half decent yourself. did you hire someone to dress you for the occasion?”

todoroki blinks up at her in surprise, which is totally a win and would make her more smug if she could stop feeling so weird and prickly all over. for a dangerous moment todoroki seems on the verge of blushing, but miraculously the world rights itself and the usual deadpan persists, one brow quirking up in completely feigned ineptitude.

“there was a compliment somewhere in there, so thank you, i think. i thought we were past this vendetta.”

“we’ll be past this vendetta the day you burn your piece of shit hero suit,” katsuki retorts, back on familiar ground, and relaxes long enough to squint down at the menu.

this turns out to be a mistake.

“the fuck? is this whole thing in french?”

“oh,” todoroki says, after a beat. “that makes sense. i thought my english had deteriorated.”

“are you- you didn’t know? you recommended the place!”

“it was the nearest place to our hotel,” todoroki defends, now having the decency of looking slightly put out. “coq can’t mean what i think it means, can it?”

“that’s chicken, asshole,” katsuki hisses, flinging the menu down. “great, now we’re going to have to flag down one of the shithead waiters and ask for a japanese menu. excuse me! hey! yeah, i’m talking to- what the hell, did he just blow me off? hey, jackass! you with the shitty mustache!”

“sorry about that,” todoroki interjects, when mustache asshole turns an offended stare their way. “do you have the japanese menu?”

“we only serve the food in its authentic form,” mustachioed asshole says, with frigid self-satisfaction. “might i suggest google translate?”

“might i suggest my foot up your ass, you shitty-”

“that’s fine,” todoroki says, in a flat tone that implies otherwise. “we’ll make do.”

the waiter sniffs pretentiously as katsuki thinks about all the ways she could beat his ass into next tuesday, running an aggravated hand through her hair when the wind rustles it into her face. she’d half expect todoroki to suggest they fuck off elsewhere, but when she looks back her way she finds an ill-boding gleam of determination in her eyes despite the impassive set to her face, and it’s a testament to how fucked in the head ua has made katsuki that she feels a sort of sick thrill of recognition at the sight. todoroki’s in stubborn bitch mode.

“i’ll have this,” todoroki says, sure enough, pointing to the most expensive item on the menu. “and also this. and one of those.”

the waiter’s eyes nearly pop out of his skull, and todoroki looks unfazed in katsuki’s direction, tapping pointedly at a sleek black and red credit card in her wallet. “bakugou?”

well, if endeavour’s paying....

“sure,” katsuki says, slowly, and then turns her meanest smile the waiter’s way. “i want the frog legs.”

mustache clears his throat, attempts condescension. “we don’t serve that here.”

“you’re a gastronomique restaurant,” katsuki says very loudly, as other clients turn to stare, “and you don’t have fucking frog legs? is this a joke? does this napkin say authentic french cuisine or am i hallucinating?”

“i can ask the chef,” the waiter demurs, casting a nervous glance at the muttering snobs nearby, and attempts an ingratiating smile. “anything else for you, mademoiselle?”

“what did you just call me?”

once the ordering debacle is over, todoroki slants katsuki what may well be an apologetic glance, vaguely contrite frown sitting pretty atop her usual dead-eyed stare.

“i probably should have read up on the place ahead of time.”

katsuki is well within her rights to chew her head off, she thinks, but food’s on the way and she got to yell at the asshole who gave her the once-over when she came in, so she’s feeling forgiving, even in the face of todoroki’s annoyingly doll-faced apology. the bitch really has to do the bare minimum and she looks like a fucking kpop idol.

“yeah, whatever. i always knew you were a shitty ops planner.”

todoroki, who is an asshole, looks relieved at her generous forgiveness for all of a second before she quirks a brow. “between the two of us, i only count one person who has actually spoken the words ‘shoot first, ask questions later’.”

“that was in a training simulation,” katsuki protests, outraged. “and you know damn well the actors were annoying as shit!”

“i did find them slightly too committed to the role,” todoroki concedes neutrally, which totally means she agrees with katsuki 100% and is being precious about it. katsuki scoffs.

“least the view’s decent.”

“the-“ todoroki starts, in weirdly confused tones, until she follows katsuki’s gaze outward and nods in understanding. “oh, the skyline. yes.”

what else katsuki could have meant she doesn’t fucking know: they’re sitting pretty in the middle of tokyo. the only thing the hellhole of a restaurant has going for it at this point is the cityscape.

todoroki stares out into the distance for a good long moment, and with the breeze her negligently loose hair whips this way and that, red and white blur where the two halves mingle. instinctively katsuki itches to braid it flat so it doesn’t tangle. if todoroki asked her she’d tell her to just cut her damn hair into a bob or something- it’s not like icyhot has any attachment to her princess hair, and she’s got the obnoxious bone structure to pull off any length. not that she’d mention this last part. or that she’s given it much thought. it’s just fucking obvious.

if todoroki could keep her mouth shut throughout the rest of the meal, it could be sort of nice. tokyo skyline, and companionable silence, and presumably edible food. worse ways to kill some time, and way less incriminating than anything that may be said otherwise.

“i think this is the part where we make small talk,” todoroki says instead, sadist that she definitely is, as katsuki grimaces feelingly her way.

“no, we don’t.”

“well, we don’t. but this is the part where we should.”

“i don’t even believe you can last a minute of small talk, icyhot.”

todoroki looks pensive, mismatched eyes thoughtful. “...how has your day been?”

“uneventful,” katsuki says, combative, and eyes her watch. todoroki does not give.

“this place seems nice.”

“you don’t even think that.”

“how have you been finding tokyo?”

“noisy.”

“the weather seems-”

“no.”

“you look nice.”

“you said that already, dumbass,” katsuki grunts, palms crackling with sweat, and does not at all read into the way todoroki makes a stupid little movement with her mouth that could ungenerously be interpreted as a pout.

“well, i meant it, so i’m saying it twice.”

“give it up, half ‘n half, just ask me about training.”

“...how is your training?”

“i did this thing yesterday,” katsuki starts, leaning back in her chair, and from then launches into a very technical and barely exaggerated retelling of the batshit insane stunt she pulled off with her quirk the day prior. todoroki’s focused attention is gratifying, in a totally platonic non-weird way- it’s just that her parents couldn’t very well follow why exactly said stunt was as insane as it is, but todoroki obviously can, and also there’s that thing with todoroki where pulling a reaction out of her ice queen act is admittedly more satisfying than most people. it has jack shit to do with the fact katsuki’s got a very minor complex about todoroki paying her her dues, and even if it did then that’s entirely fucking reasonable considering she still hasn’t forgiven her for the sports fest incident. 

it is a little weird having todoroki’s sole focus on her outside of hero shit, though. it’s not like they really hang out one on one outside of school or work. it’s kind of- unnerving. yeah. unnerving, to be making prolonged eye contact, todoroki’s expression intent but not intense the way she gets in fight scenarios, frowning lightly because she has resting bitch face but apparently genuinely interested. it’s kind of a relief that todoroki asks questions- moves them safely into a conversation, so katsuki’s not just sitting there talking and sort of dry-throated. fucking waiter, leaving them water-less.

it’s fine. they talk about training, and quirks, and then todoroki pushes her hair behind her ears and leans forward to demonstrate on a small scale this thing she’s trying to do where she melts her ice and refreezes it in rapid succession so it causes what is essentially ice rain, but there’s logistics and shit that need to be worked out for it to work the way she’s thinking it might, and katsuki knows her thermal shit so they start scrawling maths over the napkins, and then bicker over the finer points of first year chemistry, so when the food actually arrives to interrupt them todoroki’s startled blink is weirdly relatable, like she also forgot where they were.

the waiter’s there and gone before they’re really recovered from the brief misplacement, which katsuki registers only when she looks down at her empty glass.

“goddamnit- how hard is it to bring us water?”

“they only offer sparkling,” todoroki says, gravely, then outpaces katsuki’s disgust by placing her hand over her glass, ice rising before she switches hands and melts it down. “tell me if the temperature’s off.”

intensely mollified and trying not to look it, katsuki sips it. “’s fine.”

“okay,” todoroki says, faintly pleased, and tilts her head to look down at her food. “i have no idea what any of this is.”

“moron,” katsuki snorts, except it comes out way fonder than it has any rights to, and from beneath the convenient curtain of hair todoroki’s smiling a little, so she hastily stabs a frog leg and gets to eating before anyone gets any ideas.

the actual meal goes okay-ish. most of the stuff todoroki ordered is extremely pretentious french cuisine, and todoroki secretly has the culinary adventurousness of a five year old, so it befalls katsuki to impatiently attempt every dish and pronounce it edible before todoroki will deign to brave it. she’s still trying to bully an unyielding todoroki into attempting the weird bird soup thing when there’s commotion nearby. it takes the both of them approximately three seconds to spring into work-mode; katsuki’s on her feet poised for a fight before she’s even consciously thought about it, scanning her peripherals, and she doesn’t even need to look to feel todoroki unconsciously covering her back, cool sting of air signalling her quirk at the ready. 

the commotion turns out just to be some old dumbass choking, relaxing them both out of their stances as she falls back to let todoroki ahead. they’re both uber-qualified for first aid shit, but she’s self-aware enough to know even todoroki’s bland reassurances are usually preferred to her bedside manner. unfortunately, the whole entourage seems to be braindead, because they’re all crowding the old guy in a panic while he chokes, his wife in shrieking hysterics.

“oh, my god, he’s choking! he’s choking! sugar-plum, stay with me!”

“fuck me,” katsuki mutters, unethically thinking that she would personally prefer choking to being married to someone who calls her sugar-plum, but todoroki’s pushing ahead with implacable calm, so she trudges after her anyways.

“excuse me. excuse me. i need access to your husband.”

“who are you? don’t touch him! help! get this woman off my husband!” wailing hysteric yells, bosom heaving dramatically. katsuki is starting to suspect she poisoned him on purpose or some shit, because no way does anyone talk like that in real life.

“she’s a fucking qualified first aid provider, lady, shut up and let her through!”

thankfully, the woman seems on the verge of an outrage aneurysm, which drags her focus away from suffocating her choking husband to dramatically pointing at katsuki long enough for todoroki to duck past her and reach the guy as he turns purple.

“how dare you speak to me that way? who do you think you are?”

“ma,” chinless moron number one says, clearing his throat. “i think that’s one of those future pros from TV.”

“what?”

“you know, ma,” chinless moron number two adds, glancing nervously between them. “the one that explodes things. you know. from UA.”

katsuki takes great pleasure in watching recognition dawn in the old cow’s beady eyes, but in any event there’s a hacking noise and then the old man’s coughing out a bone into his plate as todoroki steps noiselessly back from the table.

“he’s fine now. enjoy your dinner.”

“god, that was gross,” katsuki says, as they ignore the woman’s sputtering and return to their seats. todoroki tilts her head. 

“not really. if he’d thrown up it would have been.”

“not the choking guy,” katsuki scoffs, casting a glance back his way. “his wife. talk about theatrics.”

“she seemed more afraid of us than her husband dying.”

“for good reason,” katsuki mutters darkly, spreading out in her chair. “i hate civilians.”

“i don’t think she recognised us,” todoroki counters, pensive, and absent-mindedly takes a bite of the weird soup before she screws her face up like a betrayed kid. “oh. you didn’t say it was sweet.”

the look on her face thoroughly distracts katsuki from asking what other reason the pearl-clutcher could possibly have to be so terrified at the mere sight of them; instead, she chokes back a laugh, stifling a grin. “what are you, five?”

“i don’t think i like this,” todoroki says, mournful, which makes katsuki grin harder. she can’t help it- todoroki looking stupid is her kryptonite. 

“then don’t pick a restaurant where you can’t read the menu, next time.”

todoroki’s midway to looking up, but for some reason her expression transforms instantaneously, which makes katsuki reflexively try to quash her amusement. todoroki always gets weird when she’s smiling. 

“next time?”

motherfuck. obviously she didn’t mean next time like next time, she meant next time like- hypothetically, in the future, when todoroki’s on a lunch date with someone else. a lunch non-date. she’s just about stopped sputtering furiously long enough to try and express this sentiment when it occurs to her that todoroki seems- pleased, one eye soft sky-blue when katsuki accidentally meets it, and that draws her up short long enough that she ends up just muttering lamely to herself. fucking todoroki. 

on the heels of this utter embarrassment, she downs the rest of her water, scowls in a neat 180 at everything in sight, and wonders for the first time in her life how the fuck extras get through dates. not that this is one.

it’s fine. they’re done eating, and no one’s died, and katsuki is no longer fifteen and thus mostly trusts her ego to lick its wounds and recover from the ordeal. even if they stick around for desert that’s only another half hour of this to endure. as long as todoroki doesn’t make any sudden moves they’ll be fine.

...the problem is, of course, that sudden moves are todoroki’s modus operandi. katsuki has not forgotten the bitch calling them friends on national television in the same breath that she was vociferously denying them being anything of the sort. in todoroki’s fucked up brain, they’re always ten steps ahead of whatever they actually are- considering katsuki’s come around to privately acknowledging she’d take a couple more stakes through the gut for the asshole, in todoroki’s world they're practically hitched.

platonically. platonically practically hitched. this is not a thing, goddamnit. no matter the weird looks aizawa’s been giving them, or utsushimi’s nefarious schemes, or the alarming cardiopulmonary condition katsuki’s been developing of late. she’s not some shitty yuri protagonist pining over the nearest female bishōnen in her vicinity.

admittedly if she was to pine over anyone it sure as fuck wouldn’t be some guy, but that’s besides the point, since pretty damn near every person on earth is just some guy by her standards, regardless of gender. the fact that todoroki is not one of said people is entirely irrelevant.

her internal irritation is so distracting that she misses the tremors nearby until entirely too late, by which point todoroki’s stupidly perfect brows raise an incremental fraction and she goes: ‘oh’.

when todoroki goes ‘oh’, some shit is about to go down. 

katsuki turns slowly with an impending sense of doom, and sure enough, the sight that greets her is so nightmarish she seriously reconsiders whether the entire day has been just that. 

“don’t freak out,” a giant building-sized deku booms, apologetically, as his hideous giant face stares at them. “it’s just a quirk thing.”

it’s probably a good thing katsuki has gone speechless with outrage, since it permits todoroki’s constantly composed ass to ask useful questions katsuki probably would have coated in a fair amount more threats and cursing.

“midoriya. i didn’t know you were in tokyo.”

“well, i wasn’t meant to be,” deku says/booms like a foghorn, as the restaurant clientele shrieks and stampedes behind them. his sheepish expression is even more punchable when magnified. “it’s a long story. it’s almost sorted out now, though. i just saw you guys from over at the NPA office and thought i’d come ask if you maybe wouldn’t mind lending a hand? i wouldn’t ask but there’s going to be a lot of cleanup and your quirks would be really helpful to-”

“we’ll do it as long as you shut the fuck up,” katsuki yells, to cut him off, massaging her temples. “the monologuing’s bad enough when you’re not about to burst my fucking eardrums, jackass.”

“oh, sorry! i’m trying to be very quiet but this body’s just hard to get used to- thank you so much for helping, i didn’t mean to come bother you on break...”

“it’s fine,” todoroki says, and then seems to realise that her monotone doesn’t reach midoriya’s giant-ass ears and clears her throat, raising her voice to a shout. “it’s fine. let me go deal with the bill and then we’ll go.”

“sorry?” midoriya whisper-shouts, craning his monstrous head closer to them, the sight of which will haunt katsuki for the rest of her life. “i can’t hear what you’re saying!”

“she said she’s going to go pay for our nice fucking lunch,” katsuki hollers, with no small sense of satisfaction, as deku winces and todoroki slinks off. “since you want to come crashing it like a dipshit.”

“sorry, kacchan!” deku begs off, flapping hand gestures creating enough wind to knock over a nearby umbrella stand. “i just thought it would be a lot of help if you came to oversee the fall-out- especially with the building damage-”

“we’re good,” todoroki announces, to katsuki, apparently having given up on matching her in decibels. she’s got that classic hero look on her face, already in work mode, but just when katsuki’s about to do the same and jump into action, the look wavers a little and she frowns vaguely awkwardly. “thanks for doing lunch.”

“huh?” katsuki stutters, thrown, and then scowls at nothing in particular, stalling. todoroki’s the one who paid, albeit indirectly- it’s typically weird of her to be all formal about it all of a sudden, leaving katsuki to attempt to wriggle them out of the awkwardness of the moment. “i didn’t do shit except show up and eat, weirdo.”

“it’s been abnormally hard to show up and eat in the circumstances,” todoroki replies, a little wryly, and more concerningly a little resigned sounding. which is just unnatural, because todoroki may have expanded her range of emotions considerably since first year but resignation is not on her usual roster, and there’s nothing to be resigned about unless she had some kind of vested interest in this whole fiasco playing out any better than it did.

which she didn’t, obviously. katsuki’s been through this. she chose the nearest possible venue and rocked up in jeans and a t-shirt, and- and why is the fact that todoroki never dresses so normally out of class only now occurring to her, again?

she’d said ‘i think this is the part where we do small talk’. the part of what?

“yeah, whatever,” katsuki says, automatically, as her brain plays catch-up, which is the excuse she will forever stick to for what leaves her mouth next. “should have known you’d be a lousy date.”

todoroki goes ‘what?’ at the same moment deku does, ten times louder and more bug-eyed, which reminds katsuki that 1) deku is still there, 2) deku is still as big as his martyr complex, and 3) deku is the fucking worst, and allowing him to trap her into friendship is somehow responsible for this, she’s sure of it. 

“can we go handle this fucking mess or what?” katsuki snaps, instead of screaming or breaking deku’s very large nose or maybe self-immolating in abject humiliation, hands erupting into explosions as she jumps onto the balcony railing. maybe if she throws herself headfirst into the debris she’ll concuss herself and turn amnesiac. 

“um,” deku is saying, when she turns a withering glare his way. “um, yes! yes! yeah! let’s go do that!”

so she jumps skywards, explosions blasting her high into the air, and very scrupulously does not look towards the sounds of slick ice forming just behind her until todoroki skates into her peripheral vision, hair waving flag-like behind her. ahead there’s a building with a crater clean through it where deku must have erupted from, though when she turns to comment she finds him a fair deal behind them, lumbering pace slowed further as he avoids stepping on anyone or anything along the streets. instead her eyes lock on todoroki’s where the latter is staring at her, face unreadable, and she bristles hard enough to disrupt trajectory, correcting course rapidly before she plummets into an office.

“what?”

“i’m a lousy date,” todoroki repeats, neutrally, over the wind. katsuki grits her teeth.

“and what about it?”

she’s bracing for a lot, but not the horrible, sickening eye-crinkle thing todoroki does, dark eye twinkling even as her expression stays carefully impassive. “you think you can do better, then?”

“hah?”

“next time,” todoroki intones, very precisely, and then dips ahead like a complete coward as katsuki goes a color never previously visible to the human eye, sifting through about fifteen emotions before she decides to stick to outrage.

“what the hell? you suck at asking people out, icyhot!”

“you don’t have to say yes.”

“what, you think i can’t do better than this mess? you’re on, asshole.”

“i look forward to it,” todoroki says, gravely, and then there’s a collapsed building to handle and shit to do and if anyone wants to ask why katsuki is so especially gleeful in blowing shit up they wisely keep their mouths shut. she just likes the job, all right.

(for the record, it’s still not a date until katsuki says it is.)

[shorkbrian]

Ohhhh I also thought about what if, you were out with your friends then you meet DENKI at a bar. Then he be all cute & funny then he and the reader will hit it off. If you want it to be noncon, it can be a yandere where he already knows everything about her & uses makes it look like they’ve only just met at the bar then he’ll put some kind of drug in her drink then take her home ya know 😳 :D

YO okay wait idea idea cause like YES!! I can see Denki doing this

like you two meet at the bar! how cute!

TW - drugging, NSFW, noncon. Reader is unable to consent. Sleezy Kaminari.

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He’s so smooth and suave, well, he tries to be, but he’s maybe a little tipsy so he comes off as a bit more goofy and really flirty. Still, you find it charming. His redheaded friend is hovering in the background, talking to the bartender and keeping an eye on his deviant friend, stepping in to pull him back when Denki is trying to slide your panties off in public, or trying to whip his dick out to rub it between your thighs when the two of you are grinding on each other. You’re a bit too drunk to notice how salacious he’s getting. What you do notice - the electric blonde is intriguing, funny, and you could wager that he’s still a riot when he’s sober. You give him your number when he asks for it.

His big friend gets distracted, or maybe he went to go use the bathroom, you’re not really sure. But Denki is whooping and ordering drinks for the two of you, and he’s telling a stupid joke about umbrellas and amidst your laughter you miss the small pill he slips into the drink he hands you. 

The big redhead comes back sometime, you’re feeling dizzy and kind of sick, decide it’s time to head home. Denki feels bad, said he made you drink too much and that he’s sorry, can he help go hail a cab? He’s so nice.

He waves to his friend, says he’s heading out for the night. You’re trying to focus on not falling; you don’t see the redhead give him a thumbs up and a whoop.

Last thing you remember is Denki helping you into a cab, sliding into the seat next to you. Did he say he was going with you? You thought he was going to just help you into one....... but you’re so tired you don’t argue - just lean your head on his shoulder and fall asleep.

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You wake up to pleasure, friction between your legs. The blonde man, Denki, is hovering over you, and you can feel his dick pummeling into your pussy. You don’t feel so good, can’t remember much, feel funny. But you can’t push him off, your hands are tied above your head, at least you think. It’s hard to open your mouth, your tongue heavy and sticky and yet somehow dry. When you do manage to crack open your lips, all that comes out is a choked moan, Denki’s hips slapping against your ass.

The man’s focus is torn away from his cock sliding into you, his eyes finding yours. He doesn’t even seem tipsy as he chuckles.

“Aw, you’re awake! Fuck - you’re such a hot piece of ass, haven’t gotten a girl this tight in a while.”

His words fly over your head; you’re just trying to make sense of the situation, brain working slowly, thoughts muddled.

“You’re so slutty, practically threw yourself on me at the bar. You like whoring yourself out for strange men, huh? Want them to take you home and tear unto your pussy until you can’t walk?”

You whine. None of that's true, but you can’t think why, or even how to tell him so. It’s hard to focus past the burning twinges of pleasure shooting up your spine on each delicious thrust. 

The blonde huffs, his hips picking up speed as he curses. “Out of all the girls I’ve drugged - fuck - you’re the cutest. Look at that little face, barely even know what's happening to you right now, don't’cha?”

He’s leaning down, pressing his forehead to yours, and he’s sweaty, his hair is tickling your face, his gaze is so intense but this close - you can’t look away.

“I think I’ll keep you. Yeah, something’s different about you, I can tell. Maybe it’s how good your pussy is massaging my cock. I like that.” He groaned, and then shoved his face into the pillow next to your head. You were tired again, wanted to go to sleep. It felt good, whatever he was doing.

Denki’s hips stuttered, then stilled, and you felt warmth fill your insides. You distantly wondered what that meant. This didn’t feel right. Should you be scared?

The blonde was patting your face, shifting so the two of you were on your sides, facing each other. 

“Mmhm, I like you. Hope you won’t get too worked up when you wake up tomorrow. Usually I get the girls outta here before they even know that they were here.” He was moving inside you, idly rubbing his cock against your sensitive, spongey walls. You felt like exploding, it felt nice. 

“We’re gonna make each other feel so good, I finally get my own little fucktoy! This is so exciting, can’t wait to fuck into a hot pussy whenever I want.”

You were slipping, getting gently rocked back into unconsciousness as Denki began thrusting inside of you again. At this point, you weren’t even listening to what he was saying.

“This is gonna be so much fun.... well, it’s gonna a be fun for me. Probably not for you, but that’s okay.”