#thank you for coming to my rant which was set off by this very rude person

[pics-and-fanfics]

I’m not going to respond to the actual ask cause I don’t wanna give this person the attention they are seeking (and I’m still trying to figure out what category to report the ask under)

But Major L on this anon (omg my second hate message?!)

I thought we went over this back in March 2023-

I was born with XX chromosomes, no Y chromosome, get with the fucking program.

And again, I’ve been told to kill myself by the previous ask.

I am in a much, much better place mentally this time around, which I think is why it hurts more this time, and the fact that I can kinda understand what you’re saying.

But also, if you’re going to send a hate message, use your letters dammit, I don’t think you should be sending hate if you can’t even type correctly. Yes, I’m going to clown on your ass, you come into my safe space and try to make me feel unsafe.

Use your punctuation, use full words, and LEARN SOME GODDAMN GRAMMAR!!!

God, I’ve gotten better hate from literal children, you fucking bitch.

I don’t want to go into a lot of detail, but I did sit here for a few minutes after I saw the ask (it’s been sitting in my inbox for an hour or two, maybe three now?) and tried not to cry. It didn’t hurt that much, but it still hurt, and I’ve been having a horrible few weeks.

I’m exhausted. I want to write, to play video games, to read an actual book. But I can’t find the energy or motivation in me to do it, and it’s driving me a little nuts, my depression is starting to get to me again, making me hate myself and everyone around me.

But the thing is- I love my family, even if they get on my last nerve every day. I’m working on not hating myself, some days are better than others. And maybe I don’t have the best friends, but I’m not the best friend either, and I hope that they realize some of their shortcomings, and I’m working on mine.

And I’m hopefully getting put on antidepressants (I’ve been waiting on this since DECEMBER!!)

So, to Angry, Hateful Anon:

I hope you can find out who hurt you, even if it was yourself, and work to undo that hurt.

And if there is no reason for this misguided attempt at misgendering and hatred, I hope you can grow up.

And to all my friends on here: I’m going to be fine, I promise. Sure, there’s a bit of a hole or ache in my chest, but I think it’s from anger. Either way, it will go away soon enough. I’m going to be okay, I always will be. I don’t have to be, but I have you guys to fall back on, especially @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @quackery-binx @arrowheadedbitch and @mac-cheez

I will be okay ❤️

[behidethetrees]

THE RIGHT SIDE OF MY NECK, STILL SMELLS LIKE YOU.

IN WHICH… having a job while dating a clingy rafe doesn’t exactly go hand in hand.

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Fem! Pogue!Reader

Contents: NON-CANON!Rafe, Reader fixes cars, clingy and possessive! Rafe, brief Pope mention, Your friends are the pogues, This is set in the 2000s!!

THIS IS A REUPLOAD!!! my old blog was deleted so i have to reupload all my fics :( Anways enjoy!

Prequel Part 1

Rafe hates that you work. 

You weren't meant to clean cars, You were meant to stay inside your Tannyhill house with Rafe, Always next to him, never out of his sight. 

He hated the assholes you complained about for being rude to you. Rafe always argued or sometimes fought people who even looked at you wrong. Once he heard some old dude yell at you to hurry up, Later that night Rafe smashed his car with his golf club. He was big on respect especially when it came to you. 

But there was nothing more that Rafe hated than the fact you worked with Guys alongside two other girls. It's not that he didn't trust you or thought you might cheat on him with them, He didn't trust them. You were beautiful, heaven sent in Rafe's eyes. Your guy friends were lucky to even be in your presence, Or they were even luckier Rafe didn't bash their heads open for being around you. 

Sometimes Rafe would show up to your job for a bit when he wasn't playing golf or he missed you extra. You knew Rafe was very, very clingy, always touching you in some way, But today was extreme. 

JULY, 2008. 

“Rafe I'm gonna be late!” You tried to get Rafe off your back but he kept hugging you tighter. 

“Do you have to have to go, why can't I come, why can't you just quit already?” Rafe whines. He'd never admit it out loud but he dreaded the times you went to work.

You start to waddle towards the front door. “If I let you come with me will you get off of me?” You question him.

Almost instantly Rafe steps away, looking at you surprised as you already walk outside, opening your car door. “Really? I can go?” He asks shocked.

“If you dont get in the car in 10 seconds I'm leaving you.” You stated, Not that you were going to leave him but you wanted him to hurry up. Rafe almost trips because of how fast he darted to your car. Rafe insisted he’d drive you, that wasnt up for discussion.

Rafe opens the car door for you when you two arrive at the Pogue bodyshop. He slips his arms around your waist as you walk, keeping you close to him, This was going to be a long day. 

When you popped open the hood of your client's car, Rafe hugged you from behind, Kissing your neck gently as you worked. At first you didn't mind but it started becoming a lot. Anywhere you walked, Rafe followed. When you went to talk to anybody Rafe slung his arm around your neck while giving whoever the death stare, making sure they know you're his. 

When you went on lunch break Rafe sat you in his lap, keeping you away from your friends. As you eat your sandwich, Occasionally letting Rafe have a bite, Your friend Pope comes up to you.

“Hey Y/N do you want my chips?” Pope offered, He always gave you his chips because he felt too guilty to tell his mom she wasnt getting the right kind. 

“Yeah sure thanks Pope” You smiled at him, as you extended your arm to grab them, You felt Rafe's strong arm pull yours back down. 

“Fuck off.” Rafe grits through his teeth, Staring at him tensely. Pope's expression fell and he quickly turned around to start speed walking to the other pogues.

“What the hell was that?” You flicked Rafe on the forehead. 

“I dont like him, He's no good like the rest of those pogues.” Rafe states as he rubs the part of his forehead you flicked him on. Rafe didn't like your friends for many reasons, stupid reasons. Mostly because they're pogues, like you, which confused you. 

“Im a pogue too Rafe.” You remind him as you cross your arms, You didn't understand the whole ‘Kooks vs. Pogues’ rivalry. You recall the first time you met JJ he went on a rant on how you should stay away from kooks and how they're the real trash. 

“Not like them, you're different baby.” Rafe tried to clarify but he had already messed up. You stood up in front of him, still crossing your arms. 

“Apologize to him or leave.” You tell him. “ You can't come to my work just to be mean to my friends and clients, And I can't work with you all up on me Rafe!” Rafe quickly stood up, He heard your tone and your voice slightly getting louder indicating you were getting annoyed with him. But luckily for Rafe, he knew how to get you to calm down. 

“Hey, hey I'm sorry okay? Really I am, dont make me leave.” Rafe grabbed your hands to take them into his own. All it took was Rafe's sweet words and his dazzling eyes for you to give in to him. Your face softens as you look at him. 

You sigh. “Please stop clinging to me when I'm working okay? I promise we can cuddle when we get home but I need to get this car done.” You tell him, He quickly nods. 

“And I'm serious Rafe, apologize to Pope!” You playfully push his shoulder.

“Whatever you want baby.” 

A/N: someone on my old blog wanted a prequel of how they met so i will do that soon <3.

Requests

Taglist: @nowitsmissing

[widowsistersandfriends]

Cheer Up, Dear

Request: I'd love it to be x reader, maybe girlfriend or partner reader to be specific? I'd really be happy with any plot, but some ideas would maybe be Agatha cheering the reader up from a bad day, accidental t words or a t word game if that makes sense? Maybe all 3 combined? It's honestly up to you, thank you so much!! (ler!Agatha x lee!Reader)

Note: Thank you so much for this request!! This is my first time writing for Agatha, so I hope I portrayed her well. This was an adorable idea and I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1448

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You had just gotten back from a long day of work. Normally you loved your job and enjoyed working with your patients. However, today felt like the longest day in your life. Every patient was rude and hostile towards you. Despite doing your best to remain professional, it was still very draining. 

You flopped onto your bed, taking some time to decompress. The comments you received that day played back in your head. You tried to think about something else, but your mind just kept wandering.

You heard a soft knock at the door, as Agatha, your girlfriend, asked if she could come in.

You went over and opened the door for her, silently leading her over to your bed. 

You laid face down, as Agatha gently rubbed your back, knowing that you had been crying. You softly sniffled into your pillow.

“I’m here if you want to rant,” Agatha soothed quietly.

You wiped away some snot and turned your head to face your girlfriend. 

“Everyone was so mean today, and it wasn’t even standard rudeness,” you explained.

“What do you mean?” Agatha inquired.

“I was told to go back to my home country, I was called a nurse when I’m a doctor, and all these old men kept calling me sweetie and asking me to be their wife,” you ranted, wiping tears from your eyes.

“Is that all I’m seen as? Some person to flirt with even though I’m at work and in a professional setting? Why don’t my male colleagues get this same treatment?” You said angrily.

Agatha continued to rub your back before responding. 

“I’m sorry you had to go through that. You are a highly skilled and educated individual that deserves respect from those you are helping. But I will say, unfortunately this is something you’ll have to experience in the field you work in. There are some people out there who are racist and sexist and will think of you as less than your peers,” Agatha stated.

“But what am I supposed to do? I’m supposed to remain professional and still give them the highest standard of care. Even if they don’t deserve it…” you trailed off. 

“While you should remain professional and do your job, I suggest you focus on the positive comments that you get. Think about all the comments that you get from people who you've helped. The ones who say ‘thank you, you saved my life’ or ‘I appreciate you taking care of me,” Agatha said. 

“I know, it’s just that the rude comments are more rare, so they stick with me longer,” you sighed. 

“It’s completely valid to feel upset since you were disrespected. It’s a hard field to work in, and on top of that with rude patients, but I promise you that you will make a strong impact in this world. Continue to work hard, and good things will come back to you,” Agatha said, as you nodded to show you understood what she said.

“Thank you, Agatha,” you said, wiping your nose with the tissues she had gotten you.

“You feeling any better?” Agatha asked softly.

“Hmm, maybe,” you said, while slyly wiping your snotty tissue on her arm.

Agatha yelped and quickly reached out to snatch the tissue from you, as you quickly dodged her hand. She grabbed for it, but missed. Instead she ended up grabbing your side, which now made you yelp.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Agatha apologized.

“What?” You asked, confused at her sudden apology. 

“Did I hurt you?” Agatha asked.

“Oh what no, you’re fine,” you said quickly.

“Then why did you yelp?” Agatha asked with concern.

“I…ummmm, just didn’t expect it,” you said shakily.

“Is that the reason? Or is it because you’re ticklish?” Agatha asked with an evil grin, reaching out to squeeze your side again, getting the same reaction as before.

“Baby!! Stahahap!” You giggled, pushing her away.

“I think you need some cheering up, don’t you agree darling?” Agatha teased, quickly using her magic to pin your arms above your head.

You shook your head in fear, not wanting to give in to her tickling.

“Can I see that smile?” Agatha asked, as you shook your head again.

“Well alrighty I guess we have to do it the hard way,” Agatha said, smirking down at you.

You struggled against her powers, but knew you were no match for your impending doom. 

“Come on, let me see that smile,” Agatha said while grinning, as she began to lightly tickle your sides.

You immediately held your breath, struggling to squirm away from her teasing nails.

“It’s okay to laugh baby,” Agatha cooed, spidering her fingers a little faster.

You let out a snort, pressing your lips together tighter.

“You wanna play the hard way? Fine, I will too,” Agatha said, as she quickly moved her hands up to tickle your ribs, causing you to squeal.

“Was that a little squeal I heard?” Agatha gasped, as you tried to clamp your mouth shut. Agatha knew she was close to getting you to break.

“How about if I do this?” Agatha questioned, as she leaned down to blow a raspberry on your belly.

“AHHH STAHAHAHAP,” you screamed, trying to kick her. 

“AWWW there’s that smile and laugh I’ve been waiting for!” Agatha exclaimed, now reaching down to squeeze your hips.

“NOHOHOT THEHEHERE AHAHAHA PLEHEHEASE,” you begged, shutting your eyes in ticklish agony. 

“Tickle tickle tickle my little ticklish lee,” Agatha cooed, grinning the entire time.

“IHIHIM NOHOT A LEHEHEHEE,” you cried out.

“Oh yeah? Wanna bet?” Agatha asked, reaching up to tickle your armpits.

“NO! DOHOHONT YOU DAHAHAHAHARE! STAHAHAHAP IHIHIT!” You screamed, desperately pulling at your arms.

“Oh my, I think I’ve found your worst spot, dear,” Agatha said, digging her thumbs in to make your laughter go silent.

“Oh no! Where did your laugh go? We better find it again,” Agatha said, pondering on where to tickle you next.

She scooted down and sat on your legs. 

“Are your feet ticklish?” She asked.

“NO!” You blurted out, before dissolving into more laughter, as she attacked your feet.

“PLEHEHEASE AGATHA THIS IHISNT FAHAHAIR!” You cried, as your legs and feet wiggled frantically. 

She slowed her tickling and got off of you, only to begin lightly dragging her nails over your shins, causing you to gasp.

“Ohohoho my gohohod thahahahat tihihihickles,” you squealed.

“You’re just so ticklish, aren’t you?” Agatha teased, now giving your knees some squeezes.

She slowly released her magical hold on you, allowing you to move your entire body, except for your arms, which were still pinned over your head.

“You know I just love seeing you smile and laugh, especially after a hard day. I enjoyed it so much, but now I want to also see how much you squirm,” Agatha said, with an evil glint in her eyes.

She sat beside you now and took one finger to tickle your belly button, making you gasp and jump at the touch.

“GAH AHAHAHA,” you laughed out, bucking up and down and sucking your stomach in, struggling to escape her evil finger.

She continued this for another minute until you were pink in the face.

“Alright, just one more thing and I’ll let you up. It’s my favorite tactic and I just love the suspense on my little lees face when I do this,” Agatha cooed, now sitting on your hips.

She took her evil nails and started to tickle your sides, slowly moving them up your torso. You burst into laughter, jerking from side to side. Your laughter went up an octave as her nails moved up to tickle your ribs, threatening to enter your armpits.

“NO! NOT AGAIN PLEASE! ANYWHERE BUT THERE!” You shouted, as her fingers continued to slowly climb your upper ribs.

“Any last words? Agatha asked.

You opened your mouth to speak, but it was too late. You were overcome with laughter as her nails entered your sensitive pits again. You screamed at her to stop, bucking against her.

“Oh that shriek of laughter is just wonderful,” Agatha said, tormenting you a little longer before finally letting you up.

“You’re the worst,” you said, giving her a playful shove.

“Are you cheered up now?” Your girlfriend asked.

“Yes,” you said with an eye roll.

“Hey, watch the attitude! Don’t make me have to tickle you again,” Agatha said with a warning tone.

“No! Don’t! I’m sorry!” You immediately apologized, moving away from her and curling up.

“You are so cute,” Agatha cooed, booping your nose to annoy you.

“Just wait till I get my revenge,” you threatened.

“Waiting,” Agatha teased.

With that, you began to chase her around the house, itching for revenge.

[nitw]

do you wanna rant at me about the anime boys ? i am vaguely curious about them. mostly for the (con)text of them and your feelings about them (other than "[gnashing teeth keysmash] I'M OKAY [eats them]")

LMAOOO thank you i love when people invite me to yap............... i'll try to keep it as simple as possible in case you uhhhh 👉👈 feel like checking out alien stage yourself som,etime. teehee

FIRST OF ALL, QUICK SYNOPSIS:

alien stage is an animated music project on youtube co-produced by animators vivinos and q-meng, with assistance from multimedia studio lico

it's set on a different planet than earth, in a far future where aliens have dominated humans. it's fucked up!!

it specifically focuses on a broadcasted singing competition where humans (who are born and raised to perform - literally think of them as show dogs) compete against each other by elimination. and i mean literal elimination. whoever gets less votes dies onstage. it's fucked up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

there are 6 main characters, and each music video delves into their backgrounds and relationships with each other. there's a lot of drama and grief and horror!!!!!! 👍👍👍👍

ANYWAY THE GAYBOYS

this is TILL:

voiced by AKUGETSU who sounds like if an electric guitar was a person

rowdy punk guy who does everything he can to express his individuality. comes off as rude and intimidating sometimes but he's really just an insecure mess. also he never did anything wrong ever in his life

a prodigy at songwriting and playing guitar! (he also plays the recorder but we don't rlly get to see that much)

his guardian alien (urak) is an abusive piece of shit who has sent multiple kids to die in the competition before till, without succession

often seen restrained and/or beat up. my guy cannot catch a break

has a huge embarrassing crush on one of the other characters, his childhood friend mizi. but it's been made very clear at this point that it's more of an idealistic fantasy than anything - he never actually got to know her well and just yearns for her attention. also mizi is a lesbian and she's got her own angst to deal with </3

i don't know what's going on with his neck and at this point i'm too afraid to ask

HE SHOULD BE AT THE CLUBBB HE DESERVES LITERALLY ANYTHING BETTER THAN THIS

i like when his face goes (╬◣Д◢)

and this is IVAN:

voiced by PARK BYEONG HOON who 💗 💗 💞 💕 �� ❤️ 💗 💓 💖 💕 💕 💖 💘 💕 💗 💓 😍 😍 🥰 💕 🥰 ❤️ ❤️‍🔥 💕 hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

came from a very hostile background until he was auctioned off to his current guardian (unsha) - a wealthy businessman who treats him more like a priced object than anything - and was then trained for the competition like the rest

kinda monotone. mysterious freak. no one knows what his fucking problem is at first

secretly a ticking time bomb bottling up all his sadness until he's ready to explode in the most dramatic way possible

formed a DEEP UNREQUITED OBSESSION with till which he hasn't let go since he was like 5 years old. i have to respect it

tried to escape from captivity with till once as kids. till hesitated at the last second. * Ivan will remember that.

he sucks he's the worst i cry about him every day

i like when his face goes (⇀ヮ↼˶)

i don't wanna spoil too much because the series is really worth watching BUT basically these two tragic dudes have spent their whole lives together, doing advanced emotional parkour tricks to distance themselves from the inevitability of it all, and it does NOT work in their favor!!!!! in fact it just makes everything more complicated and terrible and sad and oh god i will never be able to look at the colors green and red together the same way again

[lykaios2]

Hiiii! I’m KINDA new to tumblr and I love mutant mayhem! So I was wondering ing you could do mutant mayhem boys with an a lil sister who has autism and gets bullied but reader thinks it their joking, like how they joke around with her?

Leo: Ur friends Are bullying you-

Y/N: NUH UH

Raph: THE FYM “NUH UH”?!

thanks :)

autism is so silly

sometimes I think about the one time I told my dad that I might be autistic, to which he proceeded to say "eh, I don't know, I don't really see it in you" then I took two separate online tests and they both said I was highly likely

anyway enough about me because who wants to hear me rant about myself

whenever I do hcs I do this weird thing where I write the same situation 4 times in a row and then just tweak it a little bit so it doesn't look like the same thing and then just put the characters in the situation and make them do what I think they'd do but I'm gonna shut up now so

here you go! hope you enjoy ❤️

Leo:

-Leo isn't the best at dealing with bullies

-He still hasn't quite built up that confidence yet

-But if he were to ever see you getting bullied, he would stand up for you

-One day Leo's walking through the halls

-He spots you hanging out with your friends

-He stays and watches for a minute because he's glad to see you getting along with people

-But he slowly starts to tune in to what they're actually saying to you

-And he realizes that they're not getting along with you, they're bullying you

-He really wants to help, but he's never dealt with a bully before

-But for his sister, he could get over it

-He walks over to where you and starts trying to defend you

-He's so nervous, his voice is shaking a little

-You don't understand what he's doing, but he explains to you that they're not being nice

-Eventually the bullies leave, and you thank him for being so brave and standing up to them

-Which makes him very happy

Raph:

-Raph is absolutely one to start insulting them back

-If you're gonna talk smack about his sister, he's gonna talk smack about you

-One day, Raph drops you off with your friends, then meets up with his friends not too far away

-He occasionally looks your way to check on you

-But one time when he looks over at you, he notices all of your friends pointing and laughing

-It wouldn't set him off normally, but he saw they were pointing and laughing at you

-He paused him conversation and quickly made his way over to you

-You turned around as everyone's attention turned to the approaching figure

-Without hesitation he started going off on them

-Throwing out every insult he could come up with in his fit of rage

-One of them even started crying

-After he was done with them, he turned to you to make sure you were okay

-You were just confused

-You asked why he got so mad, and he starts yelling about how they were actually insulting you

-After he calms down, he brings you over to his friends and tells you to not hang out with those people again

Mikey:

-Mikey would try and resolve the situation peacefully

-He tries to tell people that it's not cool to bully others

-You take Mikey one day to meet your friends

-He knows you're not the best with people

-So he's excited to see that you've made friends on your own

-He introduces himself and starts getting along

-His sense of humor is good and he makes a lot of jokes

-But he starts to notice that a lot of the jokes get turned towards you

-He stops laughing when the jokes are made about you

-He tries telling your "friends" to knock it off

-They don't listen, so Mikey eventually starts lecturing them about their rude jokes

-They try to convince you that they weren't being genuine

-But Mikey pointed out to you that they were being a lot more mean than him or his brothers ever were

-They got fed up and walked away, claiming that Mikey was "being a buzzkill" and "should learn to lighten up"

-But you just thanked him for helping you

Donnie:

-Donnie has seen tons of TV and movies

-So he knows exactly what it's like when people get bullied

-And he likes to cut the problem off at the source

-One time he saw you hanging out with some people

-They were laughing and smiling, but then he started to listen in

-And he immediately recognized that they were laughing at you

-He walked over and grabbed your arm, trying to lead you away

-Confused, you asked what was happening

-He quickly made up some excuse to get you away before leaving

-After a minute, he turned around and apologized for taking you

-But he also told you that you were being bullied, and they weren't joking around like the turtles do

-He didn't want it to escalate and get your feelings hurt

-Because he's seen how bad bullying can get, and what it can do to people

-And he wouldn't ever want that for you

[excessive-vampires]

Danger in Numbers Part 1: Cassie's Secret

Masterlist with CW

Alex took a bite of his sandwich and chewed thoughtfully. “So you’re saying,” he said to Cassie with his mouth full. “If the training wasn’t too much for you to handle you’d want to be on an exploratory team the next time we find a new planet.” 

Cassie looked down at her own identical half-eaten lunch and plucked a strip of bacon from between the slices of bread. “Well, yeah, wouldn’t it be amazing to see a completely alien landscape? To experience that? Didn’t you hear what they said the sunsets on the last planet looked like?”

“I hear the sunsets on Nova are pretty too. Doesn’t make it worth it to turn into a drone.”

Cassie frowned as she chewed on her bacon. 

“Oh come on, that’s nowhere near the worst thing I could have called them. It’s descriptive.”

“It’s rude,” Cassie insisted. “Just because you don’t understand how someone lives–”

“Hives aren’t a someone. They’re someones who turn into one someone and say it’s the best thing ever,” Alex protested. 

“That’s not really accurate.”

“I wasn’t trying to be accurate, I was trying to make a point.” Alex frowned when Cassie just kept eating without a response. “Hey, I’m sorry. I’m being a prejudiced asshole and I know it. I’m not gonna, like, campaign to take away hive rights or anything, it just really freaks me out that something like that could happen to normal humans just from some weird energy in the water.”

Cassie gave a small smile. “Technically the weird energy just gave them cool psychic powers. It was a natural human desire for connection that led to hive bonding.” 

“You spend way too much time reading about other planets and cultures, Cass. It’s gonna rot your brain.”

“It’s literally my job. I don’t tell you to spend less time programming maps.”

“Fair enough. You had better have room in your brain for more cartoons later though.” Years ago, in school, Alex had been assigned an animated film from the first few decades of computer generated imaging to analyze. Alex was enchanted by the way the lack of realism paradoxically seemed to allow clearer expression of emotion and greater creativity with what could be shown on screen. He devoured all the old animation he could get a hold of after that. He had never met anyone else actually willing to watch with him before being assigned to the Wanderer and becoming friends with Cassie. When he’d first mentioned his interest to her she had been enthusiastic about letting him show her whatever piece of ancient media he wanted to rant about next. Over time he realized she was more in it for the stories than the technical and creative choices in the animation, but they still had fun. 

“That joke will be funny on the day you no longer need me to remind you what happened in the last episode every time.”

Alex finished his sandwich and stood up from the bench set into the wall enclosing the hallway just outside the ship’s archive. “Thanks for lunch, I’ll get snacks to go with the show after our shifts. I had better get back to getting everything from last month’s footage cartographized.”

“Not a word!” Cassie yelled out as he walked off. 

“It definitely is!” Alex called back without turning around. 

Cassie sighed as Alex left. She shoved the last bite of sandwich into her mouth and wiped her hands clean with several napkins before heading back into the archive. She was also watching last month’s footage, which was what had made her so wistful. Not because it was a very interesting planet, but the opposite. It was too similar to the other inhabitable rock in this system. Taking notes on the same conditions and extremely similar flora and fauna got pretty boring after a while and it had made her wonder if a boring planet was more exciting in person. Every planet she’d experienced beyond research footage had been really interesting. Except for Earth, of course. Earth was far too tamed and familiar. 

She needed to get back to work soon, the Wanderer was heading back to known space for its annual inspection and she wanted the free time to buy some local honey from wherever they docked. Despite the bees and most of the flowers having originated from Earth, it tasted different on every planet. 

Still, it was hard to focus when Kara had taken over the large kitchen belonging to her latest lover and the food she’d prepared for breakfast smelled amazing. There was a full spread of eggs, sausage, hash browns, waffles, and fruit. Including those sweet little blue plum-things that only grew on Nova. Cassie loved those. Kara smirked as she picked one up and bit into it, chewing slowly. The juice was so rich and refreshing. 

Maybe Cassie could put off focusing on her work for just five minutes. An impulse from Carter moved her arm to turn on her nearest screen and set a timer, which was a good idea if Cassie didn’t want to slack off all day. 

She looked through Kara’s eyes at the plate on the table, deciding what to go for first.

Eggs are the worst cold and the most difficult to reheat. Carter mentioned as he continued to rewatch the newest adaptation of Hamlet as research for the revenge subplot of his next book. And because they all thought the main actor was hot, but that was just a secondary reason. Probably. 

Cassie sent an impulse to reach for the eggs with Kara’s fork. They were perfect, fluffy and cheesy and with just the right amount of salt. As she did this she set up the footage and her notes. If she actually tried to watch the footage right now she’d definitely get distracted seeing as it was so boring. Especially since Kara’s breakfast companion, Speakhive, had just poured maple syrup on their eggs. 

“Is that…” Cassie sent the impulse for Kara to ask. “Actually good?”

“Yeah,” Speakhive said. “You should try it.” They handed over the syrup. 

The thought to just dip a bite of egg directly into the syrup boat came to Silas as he awoke and stretched. Carter chuckled. Kara carefully poured a small puddle of syrup on her plate and dipped a piece of egg in. 

“I didn’t think that would mix well with the cheese,” Carter sent the impulse to say after Kara had eaten the bite of egg. “But it’s actually really good.”

Speakhive grinned. “I figured you’d enjoy that with a name like Sweet.” 

Now it was Silas’s turn to speak up. “We’re already hooking up, you don’t need to be so flirty. Especially if that’s the best you have.”

Speakhive gave a short laugh before returning their gaze to the screen they were using to scroll through news. “Oh, hey, did you hear? The quiets are actually acknowledging a hive doing something good for once. Like officially. They’re getting a medal of valor.”

“What’d they do?” Kara asked before biting into a sausage with just the right amount of grease. 

“They were on an exploratory mission and there was a huge quake. Ground opened up and someone fell. The hive was able to catch her and coordinate rescue for them both.”

Kara whistled appreciatively. “The article give a name for the hive or the ship they were based on? One of us is on an exploratory mission and we’d like to meet them if our ships ever do a dual approach.” 

“Ship is… the Advance. Hive’s name is Exo.”

“Holy shit!” The impulse actually came from both Kara and Silas at the same time. That was fairly common, they had been bonded the longest. “They’re gonna love that,” Silas continued. “This could be their ticket into the history books. Good for them.”

“You know them, then?”

“We used to date. Like five years ago,” Kara said. Thoughts of Exohive flickered through their collective without a definitive singular source. They were all remembering. 

Sweethive met Exohive before Cassie had ever even been to Nova, but she still remembered. The collective experience belonged equally to every member of the hive. The two hives had been friendly rivals for years before they dated. One day Silas and Rose Exohive had ridden the adrenaline rush from a risky snowboarding race (that Rose had won) to the soft warmth of a hotel bed. After that they fell into a pattern of dates that consisted of fierce competition and many dares. Carter and Mel had never actually met any of Exohive in person due to their distance from Silas and Kara’s house, but that wasn’t unusual. Sweethive only ever saw Rose and Carlos, but every member of each hive had made themselves known in the relationship. Cassie longed to see Exohive in person someday, the eventual end of the two hives’ relationship had been mainly a scheduling issue and they had remained amicable, and Cassie hoped that meant Exohive might agree to a friendly bar trivia competition, Cassie’s extensive knowledge of her various fields of study meant that they might actually be able to win one this time. 

“Are they holding the medal ceremony on Earth?” Cassie asked. 

“I hope not, it’d be pretty shitty to make offworlders go through Earth’s immigration system to see something this, y’know, significant to interplanetary relations. Wouldn’t put it past the quiets, though.”

“Well, if it is, we’ll get you a good recording.” Carter commented, trying to calculate how long it would take to send his best video camera to Cassie. 

“You have an Earth visa?” Speakhive exclaimed.

“... One of us used to be quiet,” Cassie admitted. “Don’t need a visa if you were born there.”

“Shit,” Speakhive whispered. 

“Please feel free to keep bashing Earth and quiets as a whole,” Cassie said sincerely. “There’s no disagreement here.” 

“Well, the point is moot. Ceremony’s not on Earth. It’s on Gemar.”

Cassie quickly looked up something on her screen. “When’s the ceremony?”

“Two weeks. Galactic Standard Friday. Mid-Morning local time.”

“We’re gonna be there!”

“Really?”

“Yeah, the ship one of us is on is getting inspected and refueled there that week. Hell, it’s a historic event and we run the archives, they might actually pay for us to go and take notes.”

“Lucky. It’d take our closest member three weeks to arrange vacation time and get to the right solar system.” 

“Our offer to send you a recording still stands. Hell, we could even stream it.” 

“Really? Great!” Speakhive’s face lit up. This member, Mitchell, was a reporter and the ceremony would be just the kind of story that got him to do his best writing. “We owe you one, really.” 

Kara raised an eyebrow seductively. “We have a few ideas about how you can pay us back.”

[sugawhaaa]

Gaon x reader

Sk8ter Boi

Part. 2 "can I make it anymore obvious?"

"Oh it's you," you accidently said out loud.

"Pardon?" He said followed by a slight chuckle and a little shoulder bounce.

"I didn't mean it that way! It's just I don't know I didn't expect to see you still here" you explained. Wait, why were you explaining yourself to him? He doesn't care, he's probably thinking that you're extremely annoying.

"No I understand," he grinned widely. He didn't seem as mean and cruel as your friends had said he was. You couldn't help but smile a bit at his expression, he looked so genuinely happy. Then there was an awkward silence. You cleared your throat.

"Ahem, sorry my friends are waiting for me, I gotta go," you said, slipping past him. He turned to look at you as did you. You waved and he said

"Okay" he had this expression on his face like he had just realized something. You walked down the steps by the washrooms before remembering you wanted to compliment his "weird" scarf because he seemed so offended yesterday when Kayla insulted it.

"Oh and one last thing" you called out to him catching his attention. He looked over to where you were. "I think that scarf is really cute!" You smiled warmly. His lips parted in shock before forming a smile that spread across his whole face

"Thank you!" He shouted back, you then turned around again to go look for your friends, which were nowhere to be found. It didn't bother you though. You had a long day of constantly being around people and it used up a lot of energy so you had almost none left. On your walk you couldn't help but reflect on what had happened. So first off the purple and pink duo are actually rude as fuck and the scarf dude is somewhat nice? Meh, not really that much to reflect on. You shrugged your shoulders, but all you've ever heard about these punks is that they're crude. Though you don't have much proof of this. If anything they're just annoying, kinda like a fly. You keep swatting it away and hardly acknowledging it but it comes back again. So this time you wait for it to get real close to you to grab it in your fist thinking you killed it, but when you open your hand it just Flies away again. Haha, that's a perfect demonstration.

Just as you were off in your spacing out thoughts you arrived in your neighborhood. As you were walking to your house you felt your phone vibrate in your little picnic basket which had your anime pin and your duck Keychain. You set the basket on the ground and squatted down to open it. You rummaged around a bit and found your phone. There was a message from Amira.

🦭Amira● hey, we're at the mall in the city, you wanna take a bus or ask your parents to drive you?

It did sound fun but you didn't have much money on you and you were very tired so you kindly declined. You closed the basket and held your phone in your hand. You walked only a short distance before your feet met your doorstep. You opened the front door and called out "I'm home!" When you walked in there was a strong scent of spaghetti.

"In here sweetie!" You heard your mother call from the kitchen. You closed the door and took off your shoes. You took the basket with you to the kitchen and set it on the dinner table. You ranted to your mom about your picnic (leaving all the boys out of it) as you put the garbage away from your basket. You then ate dinner and did some homework before going to bed. As you laid in bed you were thinking about the boy. Wondering what his name was. Maybe one of the girls will know.

You rolled over and texted your friends

•Do any of you know what the name with the weird scarf boy is?

You asked in the group chat. You waited a couple seconds before getting a chat back

•Yeah his names Jiseok but he goes by Gaon for some reason

Cherry Replied

•Oh thanks

You said before turning your phone off then you got a buzz. You turned back over and picked up your phone. Cherry spammed you

•Why?

•Did he talk to you!?

•Did you see him

She freaked out. You lied and said that he was in your science class (that bit is true) and you had just forgotten his name. You muted your phone, turned it off and plugged it in. You rolled over again thinking about him.

Gaon, jiseok. I like those names…

[iolaussharpe-24]

Hiii, love your header ^^ anyways once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool!!)

Aw! Thank you! There's actually a pretty funny story behind that. I initially set up this blog to read more fanfiction and to support my favorite blogs. It was blank and was going to stay blank. Then, one of the ones at the top of my list blocked me because it was a blank blog. Cue panic mode. Now I post stuff and that blog unblocked me. However, I do think "scarily obsessive" is a perfect way to describe how I am with their fics. (I don't know if I should name them or not, because I love this person, but I don't know if this would be rude or not.) Their @ is in the comments of my pinned post with a bunch of other wonderful blogs I love; so please give those guys a look!

I have this game that I like to play with myself where I put in a dvd and the old previews then try to guess what movie's being advertised before it says. This game also works when channel surfing or coming into a room behind somebody else. Just walk into the room, look at the screen, and try to guess what's on before you can be told. Sometimes I can get it just from audio without looking at the screen in a couple of seconds.

When I was in kindergarten, a lot of people thought I was really smart (joke's on them) because I was HUGE into dinosaurs. There was a time when I was really little (before school) and I was in a Toys R Us looking at dinosaurs. An older kid came up to me and started talking to me and I just start naming things. Like, the crazy names I shouldn't have been able to pronounce. I'd go on rants identifying different types of ceratopsians on sight: triceratops, styracosaurus, protoceratops, centrosaurus and other things. I knew all of my sauropods and pterosaurs, and ichthyosaurs. In the second grade I had a grasp on the theory of evolution that rivaled my teacher's (but she was kind of dumb about a lot of things; I liked her but she had the entire grade level on her one time because she asked our class "Do you see the moon during the day? Of course not!"). Back in those days I wanted to be a paleontologist and I dressed up as one for career day. No one knew what I was supposed to be. Not even the teachers. Even though I was holding a real fossil and walking around with a picture of myself with Dr. Robert T. Bakker; an actual paleontologist I had the pleasure of meeting when I was young. He signed a few books of his I had, and I won a drawing of a deinonychus he did right there in that room while he was doing a lecture. I was so into dinosaurs that I made a book full of printouts from the internet. Kept it up for a few years and the binder is like two inches thick and FULL. I'm not into it all anymore, but I do still love dinosaur movies and shows and I did keep a lot of that information in my head. (I love the Jurassic Park/Jurassic World franchise, I loved 65, I grew up with Dino Riders and Dino Squad holds a very special place in my heart; just to name a few.)

I'm really good at REMEMBERING stuff. Not stuff you told me five minutes ago, I'll forget that in a heartbeat. But you ask me about my birthday fifteen years ago, I can tell you things people said to me word for word. Ask me about what I did when I was in school, I can tell you the classes I liked and hated. I can tell you what teachers made me feel like I mattered and which ones made me feel like the dirt under dirt BY NAME.

I love singing. I was in choir from fifth grade all the way through my senior year of high school. I did solos for a few concerts and events, and I can't not listen to music when I'm not talking to someone. I don't like silence. Even in the car, I'll be talking to someone and I'll cut myself off mid-word to start singing if the radio plays a song I like. I've been told that I would be good at Name That Tune.

Double edged sword: I'm very creative. My mind is always coming up with new scenarios and characters and worlds. BUT I'm not a good enough writer to put everything down so it all just rattles around in my skull like a maraca forever. Plus, because these things come to mind all the time, I tend to zone out a lot. When I say I think of stuff all the time, I mean ALL THE TIME. If you'd ever wondered why my blog is so chaotic, this is why. My train of thought is a rubber bouncy ball. An accurate representation of my brain is in Sharkboy and Lavagirl:

Thank you for sending me this! I'll admit, I'm pretty negative towards myself most times, so this took me forever to answer. I've been on it all day.

Plus, I accidentally misread the ask and wrote five very different answers because my eyes did not read "Five things you like about yourself" they read "five things about yourself" and I didn't catch the mistake until I started proofreading. So I had to start from scratch.

[crimson--freak]

hey, it's @eclecticelectriceccentric. people who can only taste hand sanitizer when drinking alcohol are such an underrepresented demographic and I Have Not found a solution :(.

Yeah it's a kind of annoying problem for me because I'm at the age where at group hangouts people start to offer each other alcoholic drinks and I have to either turn it down or suffer through the taste. At least my close friend group knows that I don't enjoy it but I'm kind of worried if I end up making new friends this year they'll judge me for it if I go to a party or something. Like I know drinking isn't required to have fun at parties or anything but I've been told several times that offering and accepting drinks are part of social interactions so I'm worried I come off as rude?

This also applies to me with tea and coffee - not the hand sanitiser taste, but just the inability to drink and enjoy it even though basically everyone around you does so. To me, tea tastes exactly how it looks (beige) which also doesn't bode well for social interactions in a culture which very heavily (and very stereotypically) places an emphasis on drinking tea in social settings.

Anyway that kind of went on a rant that deviated from the content of your ask quite drastically (sorry). I guess I'm just annoyed (not at you don't worry) with the people around me who assume that: 1) I'll enjoy something because everyone else does, and 2) I even want to participate in some kind of social interaction which makes very little sense to me.

That being said thank you so much for the ask - people who get an overwhelming medical taste from alcoholic drinks, unite! :)

[taylortruther]

Hi Rae, how are you? 🥰 I have a very random, very OT question/advice that I wanted to ask you.

It’s about this girl I’m friends with - I met her via my partner as she’s the gf of one of his best friends, so they’ve gone out in the same circle for ages. I met her at the same time as I met my partner (3 years ago), but me and have have gotten pretty close in the past year or so. We hang out and go out just the two of us all the time, we really get along, and I’m really fond of her.

This past weekend, I was out with her and one of my best friends, let’s call them respectively A and B. After a night out, B spoke to me in private and told me she finds really weird how A seems to “be obsessed” with my partner’s finances and how she talks about it all the time.

For context, my partner is undeniably very well off thanks to his family (although he is literally the must humble and generous person I have ever met in my life), and in general, all of his friends are also pretty wealthy and/or come from a wealthy family, including A’s boyfriend.

I come from a really normal family: my parents always gave me everything and did a lot of sacrifices for me, and I am very aware of what it means to work hard for something (or basically anything lol), and A also comes from a normal-ish family (normal compared to the boys’, but still pretty well off), and she really consider herself a “self made woman” (she is now very, very successful at what she does.)

After my best friend B made those comments, I kinda stopped and thought about them, and the truth is A does bring up my partner’s status quite often, she always talks about the boys’ privileges (but often refuses to acknowledge her own, and we actually had a discussion about that once), and she does sound quite… bitter, or even envious about his wealth, even though he’s not the flashy type at all, quite the opposite.

After B pointed that out, I have realised that I have often indulged A in those conversations, and I may have also drunkenly and naively given her way more details than I should have (and kinda regret that.)

So what do I want from you now lol, you may ask? I would like to hear your opinion about it, first, and also if you have any advice on how do I move forward from here? I would like to keep A in my life, I do care about our friendship, and I don’t think she’s a bad person (just maybe a bit of an envious one, which is something I’ll be more wary of from now on). But how do I handle our relationship going forward?

I’m not sure I feel confident enough to have a direct conversation about this, but next time she brings up my partner’s money, what kind of answer can I give her to make her back off (without resulting in an open confrontation)?

[sorry for the rant! I just kinda want an opinion and an advice from someone very external to the situation, as I don’t really know how to bring it up to friends who know all of us, and definitely don’t want to mention it to my partner as I know he’d be hurt]

bestie thank you so much for your patience here!

definitely keep in mind that A has this quality - i think it's healthy to recognize she has this flaw but you can still have a close friendship. so i think the most important thing for you is to be mindful of what you share, like you said. maybe it feels normal to discuss your bf's wealth or share those details because so many people around you treat it like its normal, but clearly not everyone feels the same way. set that boundary and stick to it, because it's possible A might take any leeway and make comments that make you uncomfortable.

as for in the moment... if she does make a comment, i would go for direct, but kind, because you want her to know it's not up for discussion but you also don't want to be rude. maybe you can say something like, "this topic doesn't really interest me, what about [xyz]?" and change the topic. tailor it to your personality, of course - maybe you want to turn it into a lighthearted joke or something. but it sounds like you want to be gentle with her so i think having a go-to response planned ahead might be helpful.

if she doesn't take that well then you might need to talk about it. but hopefully she can handle that and gets the hint!

[heartcal]

update 03.11.23 🕯

hey all,

i know i've been radio silent and i've fallen short on promises and whatnot, and i apologize for that.

heading into the new year, i wanted to ease my social media use for my own mental health. i've already limited my use on various sites and apps, some of which i've grown out of, and tumblr has been one of them.

since doing that, i've felt better about myself, and while not using tumblr (both this blog and my main) has been beneficial for me bettering my mental health, it has stayed in the back of my mind that i should've been updating more on this blog and at the very least try finishing the rejected series rewrite.

however, forcing myself to enter a state of mind to write when i cannot find the motivation or energy to do so makes my writing lackluster and, for better terms, terrible. i don't want to post something and constantly feel bad about it (i know i'll say something along the lines of me not being proud of a certain piece, or it's not my best, but oddly enough these do not count).

so with that being said, while i am still taking a step back from social media, i am NOT going to stop posting to this blog. it will be a few more weeks, at the very least, until the next part/preview of the next part comes out, but the series is not over nor is this blog going to end. :^)

while i do not have a set date for it, just know it is being worked on and edited, and should hopefully be up soon!

(rant under the cut -- if you don't want to read, you don't have to! if that's the case, i'll see y'all soon! ❤)

now, just going to put this here because it is alarming, the past few weeks have been draining for anyone on social media with a lot of negativity and people being bold and rude behind a keyboard. celebrities have essentially been forced off some social medias because people think they can talk as much shit as they want. that's absolutely abhorrent in my opinion. that's one of the reasons why i stepped back and limited my use.

i'm bringing this up in regards to a lot of hate both celebrities and non-celebrities have been getting over the years as social media has gotten popular to the point where people are just saying some of the most heinous things and posting whatever they feel with no regard to the person they're posting about. this could be someone at the gym, someone on the street, in a store, at school -- wherever. people have gotten way too comfortable posting whatever they want for clout and likes and it's at a point where it's dangerous.

do what you want online (as long as it's safe and doesn't endanger others), but for goodness sake be fucking kind and think about what you are about to post before doing so.

sorry for this rant but the constant hate trains online and major companies picking sides is genuinely sickening at this point.

anyway, if you read all this, thank you for listening to me babble and letting my silly brain talk <3 i'll be back soon!

[zoeykallus]

omg i love our HCs! could i get a headcannon for how the BB boys would react to you casually taking your clothes off? like, your talking to them and realize your shirt has mud or something on it. so, because you trust them and don't think much of it, you just take it off (you have a bra on underneath) and start looking through your clothes for another shirt to wear? which boys would go completely quiet? or maybe they just try to play it off like its normal? idk lol

Aloha! Thank you so much! So sorry you had to wait so long for this! Many many request and not as much time these days, but I'm trying my best ^^'

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HC's - Insights And Glimpses

Warnings: Suggestive in parts.

Hunter

It happens automatically, you're just talking to Hunter and you see that pesky stain on your shirt. It happens without you thinking about it, you take the shirt off over your head and stand in front of him in your bra.

Hunter does not turn away. He is so surprised and perplexed that at first he does nothing but stare at you. But you are still so absorbed in your answer to his question that you don't really notice. You put the dirty shirt aside and rummage in your closet. For right now, you're standing in your booth.

When he doesn't respond to your answer, though, you look up into his face again and realize what he's fixated on right now. Your chest. Finally your and his gaze meet and he hastily turns away.

"Sorry, you surprised me," he says a little embarrassed and tries to chase away all the indecent thoughts he has just had.

Echo

The cute guy immediately turns away. He has a very brief glimpse, but immediately turned away. His movement first makes you aware of what you just did in front of him.

"Oh sorry. I kind of did that automatically. I didn't mean to be pushy or rude."

Echo clears his throat.

"That's okay. It's not like the sight isn't pretty"

"Then why are you turning away?"

Echo hesitates before saying, "I thought it would be more polite, more decent. I'm not sure we're close enough for that kind of thing."

He will always be polite and reserved, if you want to get closer to him, you have to give very clear signals.

Wrecker

As always, he's the one who doesn't mince words.

"Oh, Mesh'la, I didn't expect to see this, but I'm certainly not going to complain. May I see the rest as well?"

Now it's up to you. This thing can turn into something playfully erotic, or a slightly wilder flirtation. Or you can pull the emergency brake. It's up to you to decide.

In any case, Wrecker is open to anything, should you be brave enough.

Tech

He's in one of his rants, as he often is. Info dumping, you might say. Your action, however, is throwing him off his game.

"And that's why you have to have breasts….. I mean safety precautions"

He clears his throat awkwardly, but wants to remain proffessionel and finish his actual thought.

"To do that, you have to set certain boundaries when it comes to getting hard… wait, that's not what I actually wanted to say"

Another awkward throat clearing.

"We'll talk more later, I still have…. something to do"

Yes,he is hard behind his cod piece. Poor fellow is overstimulated pretty quickly, especially when it comes to you.

Crosshair

He doesn't even dream of looking away. He leans into the door frame with his arms folded and watches you with interest. He is not shy to look where he wants to look. As soon as you notice, you hold a shirt in front of your chest and watch him pout.

"Why so shy all of a sudden?"

"I didn't plan for you to see that."

"Too bad. Are you sure?"

Well? Are you?

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

@rintheemolion

@andyoufollowyourheart @clone-whore-99

@brynhildrmimi @kaliel2310

@misogirl828 @tech-deck

@meshla-madalene

@chxpsi

@thebahdbitch

@nahoney22 @ladykatakuri

@darkangel4121

@ttzamara

@arctrooper69

[uwusenpaiuwu]

Sleepovers At The Baji Household feat. A Fed-Up Chifuyu

Summary: Chifuyu just wants to sleep, man, but Baji wants to be a jealous crackhead at 2 AM.

Pairing: Sano Manjiro | Mikey x Male Reader

Note(s): I had a little free time and wrote this. So, please enjoy! ALSO, to the anon that sent me a request a few days ago, I saw it and have it filed on my to-do list!!! I will definitely get to it as soon as I get a break in my schedule :)

"Chifuyu, ya wanna see some real discrimination?"

No. No, Chifuyu does not want to see what Baji means by 'real discrimination.'

Does he tell him that, though?

Yes, actually, because it's 2 in the fucking morning and, as much as he respects the other boy, he wouldn't put it past himself to smother him with a pillow after having his dream of cuddling with a sea of puppies suddenly destroyed.

Unfortunately for his sanity, Baji either doesn't hear him or, more likely than not, doesn't give a fuck, because he's already flopping onto his belly and whipping out his phone to do God knows what.

The dial tone that sounds from the speaker a few seconds later makes Chifuyu cringe, especially since it's only ever been a calm silence fit for a good night's sleep prior to Baji bulldozing through it with his absurd question. (At the very least, he's thankful that the latter has half a mind to keep the brightness on the lowest setting, otherwise, Chifuyu would have had to fight.)

On the far end of the row of carefully-laid futons, you shift in your sleep, eyebrows furrowing together at the noise. Rotating onto your side, you unconsciously reach for Baji, and just when he thinks you're being cute and trying to cuddle him, you smack him in the head.

Baji doesn't flinch, instead, takes his pillow and shoves it in your grasp to keep your unconscious self occupied, so that he can focus on getting through to the person who reuses to pick up (understandably so).

Releasing a frustrated groan after being redirected to voice mail for the fifth time, he dials the number again, muttering an impatient, "Pick up already."

Chifuyu feels sorry for the poor soul on the other end. He would've blocked someone following the first call, because again, it's-

The blond has to squint his eyes up at the digital clock on Baji's nightstand, which confirms that it's already 2:22 A.M, further solidifying the fact that he shouldn't be awake right now. And this also applies to the ever persistent first division captain, who insists on bothering who Chifuyu soon discovers is Mikey from the contact ID that flashes across the screen.

Why Baji is so keen on bothering him is a question he doesn't have the mental capacity to ponder over. The most energy he'll expend is to listen in when the call miraculously connects.

"What...?" comes a muffled voice from the receiver, tone laced in an irked grogginess birthed from a slumber rudely interrupted.

There's an absurdly loud, almost angry, roar of Mikey's name, one that has Chifuyu curling in on himself in a futile attempt to escape a sound that should be illegal at this hour.

But you know what else should be illegal?

The fucking whiplash Chifuyu gets when Baji's deep voice takes an abrupt 180°, switching from its normal gruffness to a squeaky, ear-piercing shrill as he screams, "I love you, love you, love you! Do you love me, too, Mikey-kyun~♡?!"

The room is dead silent.

Not a word. Not a murmur. Not a breath.

Just pure, unadulterated silence as both Chifuyu and Mikey process the words that hang in the air, permeating it with a goosebumps-inducing eeriness from having heard such a...a girly, overtly cutesy screech from Baji.

Then-

"What the fuck? He hung on me!"

Chifuyu opens his mouth, thinks better of reacting to the cursed scene he had the misfortune of bearing witness to, and promptly closes it.

Other people may have sleep paralysis demons.

But Chifuyu?

Chifuyu has Baji.

With both hands partially raised in prayer, he begs for the shenanigans to be over and done with.

They are not.

While his eyes remain closed in a last ditch effort to convince himself that it's all a bad dream, he hears a lot of grumbling happening on your side of the room, courtesy of Baji, who's scrambling around in search of...something. One quick peek reveals him fiddling with a phone - yours, to be exact, as evidenced by the distinctive phone charm of your favorite anime character hanging from it.

"(Y/n), wake up for a second," he hears him whisper. It takes a bit of prompting, until he's able to successfully rouse you enough from sleep to elicit any kind of response, which is, essentially, nothing short of an incoherent, slurred mess. Although, Chifuyu is pretty damn certain he heard you call Baji a 'dickhead' for the trouble.

Unperturbed, he continues shaking your limp form, coaxing you into wakefulness with, "Repeat what I tell you, and I'll let you go back to asleep. Deal?"

You squint your eyes at him, only able to make out a vague outline of his visage in the lightless room. "Promise?"

"Cross my heart, hope to die," he automatically responds with the same phrase he's become accustomed to saying whenever you two made a promise, something done purely out of habit, formed when the two of you were just kids and he wanted to get you to do something absolutely ridiculous either for him or with him. And just 'cause he knows you're more susceptible to complying if he does it, he also interlocks his pinky with yours.

"...Fine."

The approval is his cue to proceed, and it's as he's putting the phone on speaker that he turns back to a regretfully wide awake Chifuyu, mouthing a wordless, 'Watch.'

The phone rings, loud and clear, precisely once and only once.

"(Y/n), what's wrong?" It's important to note that even though Mikey still sounds tired as hell, his tone is much lighter, much happier really, than when it was Baji, which is an offense in itself to the said teen that's off to the side, attentively listening to the conversation unfold.

Then, it strikes Chifuyu, what Baji is trying to do, and fuck does it give him an instant headache.

Meanwhile, your mouth morphs into the dopiest of smiles with the pleasant surprise of hearing your boyfriend's voice, chest instantly overtaken by a warm fuzziness that never fails to make an appearance whenever he's involved. Sappy, you know, but it's true!

A light but firm nudge to your shoulder reminds you of your mission. It's too bad that, teetering along the edge of sleep as you are, the words Baji whispers are barely repeated correctly.

The initial phrase from before, the one Baji greeted Mikey with, is shortened to a simple, "You wuv I...?"

But, without missing a beat, you receive Mikey's confident reply of, "Mhm... I wuv you a lot."

There's a sleepy giggle then - a fucking giggle - before your voices drop to sweet whispers that the third and fourth wheels can't fully comprehend from where they are.

"Where the fuck was my 'I wuv you,' huh?!" Baji whisper-shouts, considerate of your conversation even when ranting and raving. "Shit, I would've taken a simple 'I love you,' too! I've known that bastard way longer than (Y/n), and this is what I get?!"

Okay. Toman's president answers his boyfriend's late night calls faster than he does anyone else's and openly expresses his love for him. So what? Chifuyu wouldn't exactly call it 'discrimination,' per se. 'Favoritism,' maybe if you wanna stretch it, but using as strong a word as discrimination, especially taking into account you two are dating; it's normal? Nah.

"You wanna say 'bye' to them? Mm. Baji and Chifuyu." A pause. "Fuyu, Mikey says 'bye.'"

"Bye, Mikey-kun."

The other person in the room waits, and waits, and waits, and when it's clear that there is no intention to address his presence whatsoever, Baji turns to Chifuyu with an almost scandalized expression, making wild gesticulations with his hands, clearly distressed. "See?!"

Blank blue eyes stare back at him, unblinking. Honestly, it's a common occurrence - Baji spiraling in a nonsensical rage - so it's easy for Chifuyu to block out the muted, jealousy-driven temper tantrum as he takes his pillow in both hands, raises it as high as he can, and-

Sigh.

-lets it flop right back onto his face.

He can't suffocate Baji. Shouldn't. Wouldn't. Couldn't. After all, they're best buds, meaning he has an obligation to put up with shit like this once in a while. (Plus, he'd probably get his ass kicked before he succeeds anyway. Totally not worth the beating.)

"Did you hear? Mikey said he wuvs me," he hears you drawl dreamily as soon as you hang up, sounding very close to clocking back out for the night.

"Yeah, yeah. Cute shit. Happy for ya, dude," Baji huffs. Thankfully, he sounds like he's in a similar state to yours, if the yawn that follows his sarcastic comment is anything to go by.

"...He soooo ignored you."

That warrants a punishing punch to the arm, dulled only slightly by the combination of the thick quilt you're swaddled in and the raven-haired boy's fatigue.

"I'll fucking throw you out right now, (Y/n). Don't test me."

"You won't."

"I will."

"Won't."

"Will."

The conversation gradually dies down shortly after, the exhaustion that took its sweet time getting to both of you having reached its peak with the help of the childish bickering. It takes 10 minutes, maybe 15, before two sets of light snores fill the room.

Finally.

Let it be known that there is a lesson to be learned from tonight's events. Really, there is. Y'know, something along the lines of 'Don't agree to a sleepover with Baji, if you plan on actually sleeping,' or whatever.

Alas, Chifuyu's consciousness fades before he realizes what it is.

~~~

"Mikey, be honest. Who do you love more? Me or-?"

"(Y/n)."

"But-"

(Y/n)."

"I-"

"(Y/n)."

Baji is only momentarily discouraged, sharp eyes glaring at the blond that lays his head on your lap after hi-fiving you. He didn't want to do this, but he's left with no choice.

"(Y/n) or Babu?"

From the way Mikey stiffens up, refusing to look at either him or you in the eyes, Baji knows he has him right where he wants him, has him torn between a cute face or a sweet ride.

"Oi! Don't pretend to be asleep! Answer the damn question! OI!"

(After hours of serious contemplation - even though you told him it doesn't particularly matter - it's revealed that, of course, Mikey loves you more. Babu just happens to trail behind as a very close second.)

[darthtaoshay]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾blame it on the alcohol

Adrian Chase/F!Reader

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾Warning(s): NSFW(18+ ONLY|MDNI), Unprotected Drunk Sexual Activity, Hand Job, Vaginal Fingering, Inexperienced Adrian, Pre-Ejaculation, Making A Mess with Lube, Slight Begging, Making Out, and A Lot Of Talking.

Note: I love inexperienced Adrian very much

WC: 3883

Your stomach growling makes you sigh as you hang another shirt in your closet. Deciding to put off getting food in order to get your apartment together turned out to be not one of your brightest ideas. You sit down on your bed and grab your phone, groaning as you realize it's 11:45pm. As you unlock your phone and press the browser app, you already know there are going to be no restaurants open. Typing in 'places to eat near me', you only see the only open place is a bar.

"Better than nothing," you huff while standing up.

The bar is within walking distance to your apartment complex, which is a blessing and a curse. One, you didn't want to travel far tonight but also... This means the chance of loud drunks late at night is high. Trying not to think of that, you walk to the bar. Surprisingly, there aren't too many patrons there when you arrive, which you are thankful for. 

After looking around for a moment, you head to sit at the bar. Sitting down, you notice that there is a coat and empty glass in front of the stool beside you but there isn’t anyone sitting on the stool. Just as the bartender walks over to you, you feel someone drop into the stool beside you. After you give your drink request, the bartender turns to the person and nods to the empty glass.

“Another rum and coke?”

“That would be great!” 

You turn to look at the man beside you, snorting quietly as he does finger guns at the bartender. As you are looking at him, the man glances at you before doing a double take. His face is flushed, clearly from the amount of liquor he has consumed, and his glasses are slightly skewed. He is cute, you can give him that, but the moment he sees you staring at him, he seems to shrink into himself.

“Uh hi.” He gives you a shy wave. 

You grab your drink the moment the bartender sets it down on the counter, smiling at the man beside you. He grabs his new glass as well and takes a large gulp while staring at you still. 

“Seems you’ve been here for a hot minute.”

He gives a nervous laugh, “what can I say? It’s been a day.”

“Wanna talk about it? I’m willing to listen.” You can see the hesitance on his face. “I mean, you don’t have to but sometimes ranting to a stranger can help.”

“Alright… Let me know if you want me to shut up.” He turns his whole body towards you and grumbles, “lord knows my bff always does.” 

You aren’t sure when it happened but now you find yourself in a booth with the man from the bar counter, both of you sitting with your backs against the wall and your legs straight out in front of you. All you can fully remember is the fact you two have been going back and forth complaining about small issues in your lives while sharing shitty bar food. The man, whose name you still don’t know, is complaining about this ‘bff’ of his… Again. Somehow, every time he starts to talk, it comes back to this friend.

“Can I be honest with you?” You interrupt him while turning your head towards him. 

“I- Sure?” He clearly isn’t happy at the fact you interrupted him. 

“I don’t think this Chris guy is nice… Like at all. He sounds like a grade A cuntbag.”

“He isn’t that bad! I mean, yeah, he can be rude and mean and sometimes he can really hurt my feelings. Like this one time, he kept telling our friend group that I am a virgin.” He turns to you with wide eyes,” Which I’m not! I’ve sexed before. I mean, I’ve had sex before. I know how to fuck, I swear! But my awesome sex skills aside; while he upsets me, it's just how he is as a friend.”

“Well, that doesn’t sound like the type of friend I would want. Also, who cares if you are a virgin?” 

“I’m not a virgin! I just told you, I’ve fucked before.”

You put your hands up, “right right. I’m sorry, I meant; who would care if you were a virgin? Unless they are someone who wants to fuck you, they shouldn’t care.” 

“Would it bother you to fuck someone who is a virgin or someone who isn’t too experienced?” 

There is a subtle hinting tone in his question as he sneaks a look towards you, his hands fidgeting with his empty glass. You tilt your head back against the wall, thinking for a moment on if you would sleep with someone who has less experience or if you would sleep with a virgin. The thought of someone with little experience trying their best to please you in the bedroom makes your cunt give a little clench.

“I don’t think it would bother me if they have less experience or if they were a virgin. Cause like, who really cares if someone doesn’t have experience? You can both still enjoy your time together.” 

The man blushes as he nods his head, “yeah… Same.” He tilts his empty glass towards you before motioning towards the bar. “I’m going to go get another drink. Want one?” 

You watch as he stumbles as he gets out of the booth seat, “are you sure you need another drink?”

“I’m fine. One more shouldn’t hurt! Is that a no though? For you?”

“I’m good, thanks.”

You watch in amusement as he walks, constantly tripping on air, to the bar counter. When the bartender walks over to him, the poor guy shakes his head. While you can’t hear him, you can see him speaking to the man you’ve spent your evening with. Picking up another cold limp fry, you watch as the man’s shoulders slump before he turns towards your direction. He starts to drag his feet back to the booth before collapsing back in his seat. 

“Well?” 

“He said he is cutting me off because they close in like 6 minutes.” He grumbles.

“Aw, I am sure you will be fine without another drink. However, if they are closing in a few, then I think it’s time for us to get going.”

As you slowly push yourself out of the booth, the man also pulls himself out of his seat again. You both walk to the bar counter again, lightly bumping into one another as you stumble. As you hand the bartender the plastic fry basket, you tell him to close your tab. The man beside you also tells him to close his tab as well, his hand lightly brushing yours as he brings it up to rest on the counter. Both of you sign your receipts and thank the bartender before heading towards the door. 

Once outside, you turn towards the man. “I don’t think you should be driving home like this.” 

“Yeah… That would be illegal and I don’t know if you’ve heard but there is this badass dude named Vigilante who kills people who do illegal things.” 

“What a lovely thing to bring up late at night. Do you want me to wait with you for a ride?” 

“Eh, that might take a minute before someone shows up so don’t worry about that. I might just sleep in my car,” he jerks his thumb over his shoulder towards a tan sedan.

“That doesn’t really sound safe at all.”

“I’ll be fine! Wait, how are you getting home though?” 

“I just live up the street, not too far from here.” Your mouth is moving before you can think fully. “If you would like… You can come stay the night at mine.” 

 He looks at you surprised, “you don’t even know my name. Why would you invite a stranger into your own home?! That is really unsafe.” 

“What’s your name then?” 

“Adrian. What’s your name?” 

You give him your name before moving closer to him, your eyes watching the way his lips mouth your name. “Seems we aren’t strangers anymore, Adrian. So, what do you say? Want to come stay at mine?”

Adrian’s eyes bounce between your lips and eyes before he nods his head, letting you know that he wants to come to yours. You grab his hand before you start to head towards the sidewalk that leads to your apartment. It's a bit of a struggle as you both keep tripping on air at random times, still fully intoxicated from your multiple drinks. Even with every stumble, your hands never part from one another. Both of you clearly want to feel the others touch.

You finally make it to your apartment, and the moment you drop Adrian’s hand to dig in your pocket for your keys, his hands come to grip your hips. You shiver slightly at his touch, your hands shaking as you unlock your door. Adrian grumbles as you walk into the building, which makes his hands drop from your body. 

After he is in the building as well, you turn to shut and lock the door before turning to face him again. He is standing close by fidgeting with his hands while swaying slightly. You walk up to him and lightly slide your hands down his sides to loop your finger through his belt loops.

“Are we about to have sex?” Adrian asks as you tug him close to you. “I want to make sure I am reading this right and I tend to not read situations correctly, even when I am not drunk.”

“Do you want to have sex? We both are pretty drunk… So I won’t be upset if you don’t want to do anything.” 

Despite your words, you can’t help but move your face closer to his, your eyes glued to his lips. You bite your lip as he licks his own lips, his eyes bouncing back and forth between your lips and eyes again. Adrian’s hands come back up to grip your hips as he presses against you more. 

“I want to, as long as you do too.”

You smile at him before finally pressing your lips against his own, your hands moving up to cup his jaw. The little whimper he gives into the kiss makes your clit throb, your body already feeling aroused. As you two kiss, his hands drift to grab your ass, squeezing tightly as he pushes you against him. 

You can feel the bulge in his pants, making you moan into the kiss this time. Adrian can’t seem to help but grind against you, thrusting his hips up as he gropes your ass. You move your hands up to gently thread through his hair and you pull gently, making him shudder. 

Adrian pulls away with a whine but he feels as though he is going to cum in his pants if this keeps up. “Do you have like a bed or something?” 

You can’t help but laugh at his question before nodding and dragging him with you to the bedroom. As soon as you both are in the room, you both reach to get the other one undressed. The room is full of giggles and hushed whispers as you each get in the way of the other. 

It takes a moment, but you and Adrian are finally nude in front of one another, your eyes taking each other in. You can see the way his hands flex to reach out to you, but he seems hesitant, and then you remember the way he acted when talking about sleeping with inexperienced people.

You smile before stepping closer to him and grabbing his hands to bring them up to cup under your breasts. Adrian squeezes the sides of your breasts slightly before bringing his thumb up to circle around your nipple. You sigh softly as he gently pinches your hardened nipples, pushing your chest up into his hands. 

He moves closer to you, pressing his body against yours as he kisses you once more. This continues for a moment, both of you exploring each other's bodies as you make out. You part your lips from Adrians and start to place soft kisses around his jaw before kissing and nipping at his neck.

“O… Oh.” Adrian whimpers out as you wrap your hand around his cock. 

As you move your hand up and down on his cock, you start to suck and nip little marks on his neck. Adrian’s hands squeeze your sides tightly as he closes his eyes, putting all his focus on trying not to cum already. You moan quietly against his skin when you feel his cock throb in your hand. The feeling of your moans plus the way you squeeze his cock makes Adrian’s balls tighten.

“Ah ah, stop! Stop,” Adrian reaches down to pull your hand off his cock, making you also pull away from his neck.

“What? What’s wrong? Do you want to stop? We can stop if you want to.”

Adrian cuts off your rambles, “no no! I don’t want to stop but…” His cheeks turn even more pink as he looks away from you. 

“But?”

“I was about to cum already…”

“Okay and? I don’t mind if you came already. Infact, I find it really hot that you are so sensitive.” 

“I- Really?”

You give a small laugh before nodding your head and giving him a gentle kiss. “I do find it really hot.” You go to wrap your hand around his cock once more but he stops you again. 

“Actually, can I touch you before you touch me again?”

“Of course, Adrian.” 

You give him one last kiss before heading to your bed, grabbing the bottle of lube from your bedside drawer before sitting down on the bed. Adrian quickly joins you on the bed, one of his hands touching your thigh as he sits in front of you. Leaning back, you brace yourself on your hands while spreading your legs for him. 

The view of your glistening pussy makes Adrian’s cock give a begging twitch, his breath even catching in his throat. Wanting to tease him, you bring one hand down to your pussy to drag two of your fingers through your soaked slit. You give a bit of an exaggerated sigh as you gently rub your clit before moving your fingers back down to spread your pussy lips. 

“Please. Please let me touch you.”

“You can touch me whenever you want,” you breathly say back to him.

Adrian leans forward, his hand moving up your thigh to your spread open pussy. The moment his fingers touch your wet cunt, Adrian feels his cock give that begging twitch again. Ignoring it, he unknowingly teases your hole by gently rubbing around it, making you clench around nothing. He moves his fingers up to your aching clit, giving gentle pets to there as well. 

The soft touches are driving you insane, but you try to muffle your annoyed groans, not wanting to make him feel bad. However, when he slightly inches one of his fingers into your cunt before pulling right back out makes you give a choked whine.

“Adrian, please don’t tease me anymore.” 

He blushes as he looks up at you with wide eyes, “I’m sorry! I didn’t realize…” 

“It’s okay, baby, but please.” You roll your hips up towards him. 

Adrian nods his head while licking his lips as he circles your clenching hole once more with his fingers. He’s so focused on the way your cunt is trying to suck in his fingers that he doesn’t notice the way you drizzle some lube on your slit and his fingers. 

As Adrian pushes his two fingers into your warm cunt, he gives a broken moan as he cums untouched. You feel the warm cum on your leg, making you look down to see his throbbing cock spurt more cum onto you. The fact he just came from barely putting his finger inside of you makes Adrian freeze with embarrassment. 

“I am so sor-”

You give a loud moan as you realize what happened and your cunt squeezes tightly around his fingers. Your own body gives a shake as you try not to cum as well, the fact that he came from the feeling of your pussy on his fingers almost pushing you over the edge. You look up to his face, biting your lip as you see his glossy eyes wide with embarrassment. 

“Oh Adrian, please fuck me with your fingers. I’m already so close for you, wanna cum for you.” 

Adrian gives another whimper before he starts to move his fingers in and out of your wet cunt. You tilt your head back as you give small moans, your hips rolling against his hand as you try to make him move faster. He starts to fuck his fingers into you quicker, feeling more confident the more you moan out for him. Reaching down with one hand, you start to rub your clit quickly. 

Between the wet mess of lube and your arousal being spread by Adrian’s fingers and the mess of lube on your clit, the sounds are sinful. The wet noises mixed with Adrians airy whines makes your body tense up, your cunt squeezing his fingers tightly. The loud moan you give makes Adrian’s cock twitch again, but he ignores it as he keeps fingering you through your release.

You reach down to pull his hand away from your cunt, feeling too sensitive for the moment. Adrian reaches down to grip his cock, already feeling like he's going to cum again after seeing you cum from his fingers alone. Looking up at him, you smile as the fuzzy feeling of your orgasm mixes with your still intoxicated mind. You lay back fully with your head on your pillow before opening your arms for him, wanting to feel his body against yours again. 

Adrian comes to cover your body with his, keeping some of his weight off of you by caging your head with his forearms. He leans down to kiss you, his tongue begging for entrance right away. As you two make out, you reach blindly for the bottle of lube to get his cock ready. Finding it, you squirt some of the lube onto your hand before tossing the bottle on the bed once more. 

Wrapping your hand around his cock, Adrian pulls away to hiss at the coldness. He is sure, though, that should the feeling have been warm, he would have cum right away. You keep spreading the slickness on his cock, getting your touch as light as you can so he doesn’t cum before he can get inside of you. Squeezing the base of his cock as he gives a shaky moan, you give him one last kiss.

“Are you ready?” You quietly ask, letting your lips brush his. 

“Fuck yes. I am so ready for this.” 

You smile while lifting one leg to wrap around his hip before leading his cock to your cunt, letting go of him as he starts to push his hips forward. A loud moan leaves your mouth as he starts to slowly push his cock into you, your head tilting back against your pillow. After pushing in only a few inches, Adrian stops, making you lift your head once more.

“What… What’s wrong? Why did you stop?”

Adrian gives a whimper, “I just need a second.”

“Is everything okay?”

“If I move, I might cum already. Give me a moment.” 

You rub his back as he lays his head against your chest, his hands shaking slightly as he grips your hips. After a few deep breaths, he starts to push more into you. It doesn’t take long before he is fully encased in your clenching hole. Adrian pauses for another moment, trying to calm himself once more. Trying not to whine out for him to move, you distract yourself by lifting his head up to kiss him more.

Adrian starts to draw back his hips before pushing back in, making you whine into the kiss. Soon, he is thrusting in and out of you at a slow pace; which feels good, but at the same time is not enough for you. You start to roll your hips up against him, trying to make him move faster. He gets the hint and starts to move his hips faster, even pulling your hips to meet him halfway.

You reach down to start rubbing your clit in time with his thrust, making you clench around his cock. Both of you moan loudly at the pleasure, already feeling close to your releases. The feeling of Adrain’s cock throbbing and twitching inside of you makes you whimper, your clit throbbing as well. 

“I’mma cum already.” Adrian whines as he buries his face in your neck.

You moan as you start to rub your clit faster, trying to cum before him as you want to feel his cock spreading you open as you cum. Adrian starts to thrust harder, his body seeking his own release. Crying out, you start to cum around him, your cunt squeezing tightly around him as you arch your back. He holds you close to him as he gives short thrusts in and out of you, his balls tightening up. He mumbles against your neck about how he is about to cum.

“Adrian,” you nudge him but he keeps thrusting. “Adrian, you need to pull out baby! You aren’t wearing a condom, you need to pull out before you cum.” 

Adrian gives a wounded whine before pulling out of you and quickly wrapping his hand around his cock. He gives fast and short jerks, his hips thrusting into his hand as he looks down at your still-shaking body. Looking down at your puffy cunt, he gives a loud moan as he cums. His cock jerking in his hand as he squirts his cum onto your stomach, some even landing on your still aching clit. Moving close to you again, Adrian uses the sensitive tip of his cock to rub the cum on your clit around a bit before both of you give a choked moan.

Moving to collapse beside you, Adrian turns to face you once settled on the bed. He is still breathing heavily as he ghosts his hands over your slightly clammy skin, it’s clear he wants to cuddle up to you but isn’t sure if that is too much. You decide to end his internal conflict by moving close to him to lay your head on his chest with your leg hiked over his legs. The room is quiet for a moment as you both enjoy the fuzzy mindset you are in, feeling even more drunk from the pleasure you just had.

“You know, I normally last longer than that.” Adrian says, breaking the quiet. 

“Mhmm, sure.”

“I swear! Sure, I might not be the most experienced in the bedroom but I do have more control than that… Most of the time.”

“Alright, we will blame it on the alcohol this time. However, next time, you better prove yourself right.”

Adrian smiles at the fact you want to sleep with him again, even though this time he came just from touching you. “Challenge accepted.”

[diavolosthots]

Felt like crying, so I came to you, my friend! Mc and Mammon went out shopping, specifically to buy gifts for his brothers, as an apology. When they get back home they are met with hostility. They berate Mammon until Mc screams at them to shut up, then rips into each of them for their treatment of Mammon. Then finishes with "Don't expect Mammon to stay here when he can live with me in the humanworld. I'm done with you. Mammon, lets go, you deserve better, love" and leaves w/ Mammon. Thank you!

You came to me because you felt like crying and that gives me two (2) things to think about. 1.) I'm apparently someone who people see as a tissue? 2.) My angst is just THAT good. Also! Apparently today is rain on Mammon day and I'm here for it not me avoiding my exam to write these things

Warning: uh.... Angst?

Soul-Searching (MAMMON X GN!READER ft. THE BROTHERS)

“You know, I’m proud of you for suggesting this.” Truly, you were. Mammon was your favorite and you felt for him, but you also completely understood where his brothers came from. At first, it honestly annoyed you as well; the constant stealing, the lying… You tried blaming it on his avatar, but even then it doesn’t explain the lying that comes with it. However, you do realize that it’s a habit and it’s a habit that is hard to fix, so instead of constantly getting onto him like the rest, you tried to understand him a bit more and give him some life advice. So far, you have managed to get Mammon to give back all the things he has recently taken from his brothers, and some of them even got an apology. You’ll be working on how to properly apologize, though, because oof, that was a mess. 

And now? Now you managed to take a small trip with him downtown to at least attempt to make things better. Mammon is now, or at least today, using his own money to buy some things that his brothers would be fond of: a new vinyl player for Lucifer (non-cursed), a new Ruri-chan t-shirt for Leviathan, a neck pillow for Satan because lord knows he has some cramps back there with the way he leans over and down to read his books. Then some perfume for Asmodeus that he had been swooning about, a gift card to Beel’s favorite restaurant for the glutton, and a heated blanket for Belphie. You were proud, truly, that Mammon wanted to do this. As a matter of fact, he was the one who suggested it. “Maybe… uh.. I could… ya know… buy somethin’ they like” is what he said. You were just excited and agreed to help. 

Now you were going back to the house with a few shopping bags and ice cream almost fully eaten. You paid for the ice cream, as a way to reward Mammon, and you’re sure he’s secretly thanking you for that because some of these items truly did burn a hole into his credit card, which is partially his fault. “Lucifer deserves more than some random vinyl player.” his words, not yours. Also “satan needs one of them neck pillows that massage it, too!” again, his words. So yeah, some money was definitely spent on these items, but… once again, you were proud. “I think they’ll love everything, Mam. They’d be fools if they didn’t.” Hearing you say that made Mammon feel a lot better, honestly, and a small rush of confidence came to the surface “Ya betcha they will! Nothin’ but the best from the Great Mammon!” You just laughed. 

However, upon arrival, it was a different sight. As a matter of fact, you barely made it through the door before Beel was grumbling something about Mammon eating his custard, which is true, but it’s just a custard? “MAAMMMOONNN!!” and then there was Lucifer who appeared so fast you wondered if he was even real. He went on a whole rant about how irresponsible Mammon is and how another bill came in the mail that talks about Mammon’s debt. Satan and Belphegor teamed up to show empty hands, which left both you and Mammon confused, but then “do you see anything here? No? That’s because you sold our belongings, Mammon!” Mammon can be lucky that Leviathan was still holed up in his room because he just remembered that he also, at some point in the past, sold one of Levi’s figures. Asmodeus came last and honestly he wasn’t mad, he was just annoyed. “I saw you go through my things, Mammon. Nothing was taken, but it was still so incredibly rude!” 

Next followed a screaming match which was basically just Mammon trying to defend himself, trying to show the bags and apologize, but none of them would have it. It irritated you. Yes, they had every right to be mad because personal belongings should stay with their owner(s), but at the same time, they didn’t even give Mammon a chance to explain, especially after he’s been holding the bags up and attempting to apologize. “You’re so stupid, Mammon” “StupidMammon” “so irresponsible. You know better than that. Do you need another time out session, Mammon?” “I can’t believe you’d go through my stuff again!” by now your eyes were twitching and the voices echoing off the walls surely didn’t help your case. One more word and you’d snap, surely, especially since Mammon’s hand is now shaking and you grabbing it did nothing at all. “We would be better off without you.”

Ah yes, there it is. The final straw. The amount of anger boiling inside you right now isn’t even manageable anymore and you’re surprised that Satan, as the Avatar of Wrath, has yet to notice it. “Shut up! Shut up, Shut up, Shut up! All of you!” You yanked Mammon behind you, almost protectively and Belphegor found the need to laugh at it. “Really? You’re going to protect him?” Oh, there. That’s your first victim. “Are you really that dense, Belphegor, or is sleep still clouding your brain cells? That is your brother you’re currently making fun of and I don’t know about you, but I was taught that family sticks together, blood related or by choice. So how about you get your head out of dreamland, take this stupid heated blanket that he bought for you, as an apology, and wake up for a second.” yes, you did throw the bag at him and then you pointed your finger at Beel. You’d regret later on that you’re tearing into him as well because Beel means well at the end of the day, but still, he was also part of this. 

“You’re my least worry, Beel. Honestly you’re too caught up in your burgers and brawns to care for a second that your brother tries very hard to be liked by all of you. Sad, really.” you threw the card at him too. As a matter of fact, you threw all of the bags right in front of them. “And then Asmo.. oh my God, first of all, the world doesn’t revolve around you. Shocker, I know. If you were half as empathetic toward your family as you are obsessed with yourself, maybe you wouldn’t feel the need to always go party and drink your life away. Oh, I’m sorry, did that hit just a little too hard? Can’t be harder than the hangovers you wake up with on a regular basis.” You glared at him before turning your attention to Satan. “Honestly, if you weren’t such a baby inside I may actually be scared of you. You always complain about how stupid he is, how he needs to just learn, but you? What do you do all day? You hole yourself up in your room and read about worlds that you wish you could enter. News flash: you’d die before you had the chance to say hello. People don’t like self-proclaimed assholes. Mammon IS smart. He’s very talented, too, but you’re too far up in Shakespeare’s ass that you fail to realize that everyone has knowledge in different fields of life. Give me a break.” 

Satan was about to retort but you already moved on to Levi. “and you! Let’s be honest, if it weren’t for you wallowing in self-pity and fake depression, you would have absolutely no personality traits. What are you again? The Avatar of Envy? How about instead of being envious of others’ accomplishments, you actually start working on yourself. It’s truly pathetic that a couple millenia old demon’s only purpose in life is ramen and self inflicted emotional pain. Seriously, what are you? A pitiful loner? I can’t even begin to empathize with you in any way, shape, or form.” Your blood was boiling right now and maybe if they hadn’t attacked Mammon like they did, you would’ve felt bad about Levi’s sad face right now, but there was still one person left to deal with.”

“And you… beautiful, responsible, way-too-good-for-you older brother, Lucifer.” He’s been glaring at you this whole time, arms crossed over his chest but you stood your ground. You’re not quite sure how you managed, but you did. “You call yourself the best, the most responsible. You constantly say this family would fall apart without you, but that’s not it, is it? I think you’re just lonely. You force these six to be by you, to respect you and borderline worship you. Not because you deserve it…” you chuckled, shaking your head, “no. You’re just so sad that Daddy and Michael left you, mocked you, that you turned your sadness into anger and took it out on these six, but especially Mammon. Why? Because you see yourself in him. You call him your favorite brother, but it’s not because he actually is… he just reminds you of everything you used to be: fun, reckless, and feeling. Now you’re just cold, mean, and bitter. Don’t bother calling yourself the mighty first because without him you would be neither. Maybe if you pulled that stick out of your arse and actually tried to get to know your brothers, maybe you wouldn’t be so lonely all the time. Family, right? That’s what you want. How about you start acting like one.” 

You shook your head after that, grabbing Mammon’s hand and kicking the bags in front of you before dragging Mammon back out the door. “Those are for you, by the way. Not that you deserve them, but they’re Mammon’s way of apologizing for all the things you accused him of the minute he set foot into the house. Have fun. We’re going to the castle and, if we’re lucky, to a real home.” 

[xoxo-teddybear]

Competition - Bakugou Katsuki - Victorious Inspired

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Cursing, Fluff(ish), Crack, Jealous Bakugou, tatted Bakugou Cuz we love a lil spice

Summary: You were doing homework online with your friends when a needy Bakugou wanted your attention and was pouty when he didn’t get it. After Mina slipped up and said something stupid, Bakugou assumed horrible things and went over only to find out something so very comical.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

You were in your second year of college and the work was killing you. Thankfully, this time around, your assignment was the slightest bit easier, as it was a group project. You, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Mina were currently working on the project through the computer while being on video chat. The night was still young and you still had plenty to do.

“Okay, after I type in this paragraph, what should the next section be abou-“ You were cut off by the sound of a little French bulldog barking and scampering your way. The cute little black dog jumped onto your lap and made itself comfortable, causing you to look down and smile at it before petting it’s ears.

“Awww, look at the little puppy!” Mina said.

“He’s cute, right? I’m watching him for my neighbor while he’s at his football game.” You explained.

“You live next to a football player?!” The pink girl exclaimed.

“I do,” you said with a smile.

“Figures. I live next to an old man who likes to throw lemons at me!” She ranted. The group all laughed at her before continuing the job.

You all worked and finished about 4 pages of the assignment. While in the midst of the 5th page, your boyfriend requested to join your video chat. “Oop, hold on. Suki’s asking to join.”

You added your junior high school sweetheart to the call and was met with a frustrated pout. “Hi babe!” You squealed.

The group all tried to say their greetings to their friend but he spoke before they could. “Where have you been?”

“What? At home.” You said.

“I’ve been calling you, texting you, and basically blowing up your phone, and you haven’t been answering for hours!” He whined. His friends got a small kick out of seeing their tough friend be a softie for his girlfriend and remained quiet to enjoy the show.

“Sorry. I’ve been doing homework and-“

“What is that? Why do you have that animal on you?” He interrupted and asked as he slanted his eyes towards the small canine.

“It’s my neighbor’s dog,” you said with a pitched voice as you cradled the pup closer, almost like you were defending it’s honor.

“Her neighbor, the football player.” Mina mentioned with a sly voice. You shut your eyes and released a slow sigh as you knew what was coming.

“Football player?!” Bakugou shouted.

“Why? Why would you say that?” You said to Mina with a disappointed tone. She was one of his friends, she knew what the reaction would’ve been.

“Sorry,” she genuinely said.

“Why are you doing favors for some football player and what is he doing for you?” Bakugou seethed.

“There’s nothing going on, he’s just-“

“I’m coming over there.” He blatantly said.

“No- no. You don’t need to-“ without letting you finish, Bakugou signed off and went to get ready for his leave. You sighed at your jealous boyfriend and threw shady eyes towards Mina.

—

Some time had passed and your group had finished the 7th page. Almost done! Thank god for this being a small little assignment. Unfortunately, your boyfriend’s little fuss put you all behind schedule a little and it didn’t help that he finally made his arrival to add a little more drama to the show.

A bang was heard at your door. “Open up Y/N!”

“Uhh, I think you’re getting robbed Y/N.” Kaminari said.

“Nah, it’s just Suki.” You said to the blonde through the screen. You then turned to your front door to speak to your boyfriend who was on the other side. “You’re being ridiculous!”

Bang! Bang! Bang! “I need to talk to you!” He said.

“Sorry, door’s locked!” You replied. Unfortunately, the door busted open and you sighed in frustration. “And now it’s not.”

“He has a key?” Kirishima asked.

“No, he has a foot.” You said and then turned to your boyfriend with a sarcastic but also genuine smile. “Hi baby.”

And now here stood your angry boyfriend, Bakugou Katsuki. He was dressed in his combat boots, a pair of black jeans and a white tee. He held a dark green bomber jacket in his hands that he wore due to the slightly cold weather out in the night. With the jacket off, his fully tatted arms were exposed along with the few tattoos that adorned his neck. He had his silver chain on along with a few rings and his cross piercing on his left ear and a few other random ones on his right. To anyone else, your boyfriend looked like a ruffian especially with his motorcycle that was surely parked out front. He definitely was an attractive man. Girls wanted him, guys wanted to be him, and you felt so blessed to have him and have him want you and only you.

He looked like the typical bad boy who was mean as fuck and also happened to be good at everything he did. In reality, he was just your Suki who was a softie that can be a little tempered at times. Like right now.

“What is going on?!” He asked in frustration.

“You just kicked my door open!” You said as you pointed to the evidence.

“Put the dog down and tell me about this football asswipe who lives next door!” He demanded.

“No! I will not put the dog down!” You said, cradling the sweet baby even closer.

“Oh you’re not?!” He said in a threatening tone but you knew your boyfriend would never do any real harm.

“No! If you want to meet the football player then you can wait to talk to him when he gets back.” You said.

“Then I’ll wait for him!” He said, taking a seat a little bit behind you from your setup on the couch’s ottoman.

“Fine!” You said, turning back to your friends. After a second, you realized something and turned back to face him. “No kiss?”

He only stuck his tongue out at you to which you pouted in anger and did the same before turning around. However, you smiled once you felt him come up from behind you and place a peck on your cheek before going back to his spot on the couch.

“Awwww,” your group of friends cooed to which you and Bakugou both smiled and rolled your eyes.

—

Some more time passed and eventually, Mina and Kirishima both grew too tired (thanks to that college schedule) and signed off for the night. Surprisingly, Kaminari was the one who stayed up with you to continue to do the work and was more than happy to help.

“Guess it’s just you and me.” You said to the electric blonde.

“And me.” Your boyfriend said with sass in the background of your screen.

You and Kaminari continued to work until you got to the 15th and final page. Like what was previously said, very easy, very simple, very short. All you had to do was finish this last page and you’d be done! Unfortunately, the universe had different plans and an expected knock was heard at your door.

“Ouu, is that the football player?” Kaminari cooed and teased knowing Bakugou would hear.

“Yeah,” you laughed. “Come in!” You kindly called.

“Yeah, COME IN!” Your boyfriend rudely said, setting himself up to sit a little straighter and look a little meaner.

To his surprise, in came a young boy who was dressed in his school representative hoodie and a pair of sweats. “Hi Y/N!”

“Hi Ryu!” You said to the young boy who took a seat next to you. “Katsuki, this is my next door neighbor, Ryu. Ryu, this is my boyfriend, Katsuki.”

“Nice to meet you mister!” The boy said with excitement as he looked towards your “scary” boyfriend in the back.

“Hello Ryu.” Your boyfriend said in a defeated tone that he hid with a smile and wave towards the little boy. You smirked at your boyfriend as you recognized his tone. The tone he usually had when you proved him wrong. Ryu being the sweet boy he is also waved towards your friend at the camera to be polite.

“What’s up little man,” Kaminari said as a greeting. Ryu turned to you to pick up his little frenchie.

“Thanks for taking care of Natsu!” He said sweetly.

“Anytime kiddo!” You said, giving him the dog. Ryu pet his pup for a second before looking back at Bakugou and whispering to you. Luckily, it was loud enough for Bakugou to hear.

“Your boyfriend looks really cool!” He whispered excitedly.

“I know!” You whisper-yelled back with a smile. Kaminari let out a little laugh while Bakugou had a sad face. He felt guilty for wanting to come here to beat the shit out of a football player, only for that football player to be a cool lil kid who thought he was pretty cool too.

“Well thanks again! Bye now!” Ryu said before getting up and leaving with his dog. You waved at them until the door shut, you crossed your legs and smiled as Katsuki got up with a sigh and took Ryu’s seat next to you.

“Wow Bakugou, looks like you got some competition!” Kaminari teased. Bakugou only sighed and rubbed his temples with one hand before feeling you push on his shoulder.

“You gonna say you’re sorry~” you teasingly asked.

“You didn’t tell me he was 9!” He argued.

“You didn’t give me a chance!” You laughed out. Bakugou flopped onto his back as he began bantering with you. You both went back and forth and Kaminari chuckled to himself before signing off to let the cute couple have their time in privacy.

Bakugou remained on his back until you poked his face and he grabbed you before flipping the both of you over so that you were under him. He flopped down onto your body, getting comfortable on your chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You giggled and ran your fingers through his hair in a successful attempt to soothe him.

“Just wanted some attention from my baby.” He muffled out with a small blush. You smiled and looked towards your screen.

“Well Kaminari signed off, Natsu’s gone, and it’s just you and me. You now have my undivided attention, Suki.” You said. Bakugou sighed in content before going up to place a kiss on your lips.

“Good.” He said before tucking his head into the crevasse of your neck. You held him close while he played the small spoon and you both cuddled up nicely. If it was attention he wanted, it was attention he’d get.

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