#why the fuck is it me that got bullied and hit by my eldest brother for years but then i got threatened to be kicked out of the house by my-

[tillbonesshow]

Hey everyone back on another episode of why the fuck is my mother like this?

#ok rant time #i was thinking about enjoying a movie since i haven't in a long time and she was sleeping #i turned off the lights and sat down to watch it but she woke up and got into the room asking why I'm in the dark multiple times in an- #-aggressive way and turned on the lights #she then started asking 'what are you hiding from me you would only be in the dark if you're hiding something' #she ruined the whole mood and my night and then fucked off to sleep again #i can't enjoy a movie or really anything anymore cause she's glued to my fucking hip #if i smile at my phone she asks what I'm doing if I'm texting with my phone she asks who I'm talking to if I'm laughing she asks what I'm- #-laughing about if I'm watching something she asks what I'm watching if i woke before here she asks what i did and what i ate before she- #-woke up #stop just fucking stop i don't want to see your stupid fucking face anymore shut up get away from me I'm a fucking adult leave me alone #I'd be happy with her being annoying if she wasn't a terrible fucking human but she is i fucking hate this so much just shut up shut up #i fucking hate this house so much i want to burn it down with me in it #why the hell do i have to live with her constantly annoying me venting to me taking out her anger on me but my siblings can have their own- #-lives outside of this #this isn't fucking fair i never fucking asked for this any of this why why the hell is it always me that has to suffer #why the fuck is it me that got bullied and hit by my eldest brother for years but then i got threatened to be kicked out of the house by my- #-mother i was a fucking child why the fuck do she always side with anyone else that isn't me then has the fucking nerve to demand i treat- #-her like a friend she will fucking never be my friend i won't forget what she did and what she does she will never be my fucking friend

[teyamloving12]

Your writing always has me in a chokehold 🧎🏾‍♀️🧎🏾‍♀️

Story what if: Mean stepmom Ronal + Neytiri smut brat taming + degrading + bondage no explanation needed 🫡

Disrespectful Child

Warning: pseudo incest, degradation, bondage, brat taming, squirting, etc.

Pairing: Stepmother!Ronal x Reader(18)x Neytiri

Synopsis: Neytiri walks in on Ronal punishing you for not behaving yourself around the village.

A/n: So glad I enjoy my content sweetheart. Feel free to leave more requests if you like.

Ronal loves you like you were her own child. You were a replication of her when she was a lot younger. You were a lot more stubborn though. Always misbehaving and causing problems for the newcomers although Ronal didn't trust them. What a troublemaker!

You were with Aonung walking on the beach as you saw the Sully girl looking at sand. "Aonung are you seeing this?", you laughed out. Aonung and his friends were having their little fun until the Sully boys came over. You walked up to Neteyam and rubbed his face. "Aren't you a handsome thing?", you said walking around him. " Back off--maybe if you weren't such a bitch, I would consider you.", he whispered in your ear.

You backed up with a pout on your face. You smirked but your face dropped when you said Lo'ak punched your brother. You got angry and pushing Neteyam out of your way. You grabbed Lo'ak by his braid and pushed him off your brother. "Get up Aonung! Are you not the strongest in the fucking village!", you yelled at him. He got up and hissed after attacking Lo'ak once again. Neteyam joins the fight and tackles you off Lo'ak.

"You wouldn't hit a woman, would you?", you teased him. "You just wait, I'll fuck the shit outta you!", he screamed at you as he pinned you to the ground. "I can't wait!", you kicked him in the stomach making him fall to the ground. Your stood up and stepped on his crotch and rubbing your foot up and down. "You like what you see? You perv, looking at my pussy like that?", your took your foot off him. "You're a cutie, lemme know when you're ready!", your teased.

Your left them to their misery. As your walked past Kiri, you purposely bumped shoulders with her. Aonung caught up with your. His face was scattered with scars and bruises. Your looked at your brother with pity. "I can't believe you made them beat you up like that!", you said. He looked down at his feet.

Your mother caught the sight of you both. Scattering in scratches and countless bruises, she placed your baby brother in his crib and ran over to you. She grabbed your face and inspected it in shock and looking at Aonung for answers.

"Come inside the marūi now!", she yelled. "What in Eywa's name happened to you?", there was clearly no way to explain this without including the part where you and your brother bullied the eldest Sully girl for her weird attraction to nature and her five fingers.

She glared at you making you roll your eyes. She knew what happened. A little bird told her what happened. One way or another, you will learn even if it meant to force you to.

"Go to your father, Aonung.", she said calmly. He did just so. Why couldn't you be obedient for once? She looked at you and grabbed a thin piece of cloth. " I have a surprise for you.", she claimed as she tied the cloth around your eyes. Now you were scared but excited at the same time. Usually, Tonowari was the one with the surprises.

You felt what seemed to be ropes around your waist, hands and legs and heard a loud clench. She tied you to a post! " What the fuck are you doing!", you yelled. "I tried to be calm about this, about your attitude and behavior!", you listened closely. "Don't you dare try to control me, Ronal! I don't fear you!", you responded in an scornful tone. "I dont need a thing like you to fear me"

You shut up after that statement. Now you just felt guilty. She took every piece of clothing you had on. You now feel bare. It was wrong. "You're one slutty whore, aren't you? Look at the quality clothes me and your father give to you but noo...you rather to grind on boys with the piece of string you called clothes!", you refused to let your sanity bow down to her.

It is impossible. Not a chance in heaven would you allow yourself to stoop so low. You would not allow yourself to become something to laugh at. You felt the wind pass you when she inspected your body. You ran her finger down to her folds and inserted a finger.

"Hmm...not surprised you are not a virgin. Common whore disgracing your father's name.", a tear ran down your face. "Don't fucking cry, you don't give a fuck if I shed tears for you or not!", she was right. You were so interesting in fucking every boy I saw that you forgot how she felt. Your moans were disgraceful. She untied your legs. They felt so weak. She slapped your clit causing a scream to be released. She pushed two of her fingers down your throat. "Whores don't get to moan out loud!", she commanded.

"If you moan or even bite on my fingers, I'll open the marūi door to show the entire village including the newcomers what a dirty little girl you are!", she said. Your eyes widen under the blindfold. You shaked your head. "Good girl!", she praised.

And suddenly Neytiri walked in looking at the sight in front of her. Your legs were shaking from how fast Ronal's fingers were going into you. You don't even know she was there either. How exciting! She placed down the basket full of fruits and herbs and looked at Ronal suggestively. Neytiri bent down to kiss your clit. You were shocked from the sudden feeling. "Who is that?", you said biting your lips from the pleasure the person was giving you.

Neytiri chuckled and continued with Ronal's fingers still going full speed on your insides. It was over whelming. You threw your head back. Ronal pulled her fingers out of your mouth and rubbed them over your erect nipples. She pinched them harshly as Neytiri went ever faster. You couldn't take it anymore. You were also panicked. Who was eating you out if Ronal's hands were occupied?

It really didn't matter now but the knot in your stomach came undone and squirted all over the person's face. Your blindfold found its way of your face. And you were shocked.

Mrs. Sully was the person who was giving you great pleasure other than Ronal. You were happy and when you took a great look at her face you realizing how much Neteyam looked like her.

"Next time behave yourself or else!", Ronal said before calming down. She laid you on her bed and gave you a kiss goodbye. Neytiri stared into your eyes. "I gonna steal you away from Jake, you just watch!", you stated putting the first smile on her face ever since she arrived here in Awa'atlu.

#aonung x reader #neteyam smut #neteyam x na'vi!reader #neteyam x reader #neteyam x you #avatar smut #neteyam #neteyam x reader smut #atwow ao'nung #aonung smut #ronal x you #ronal x reader #tonowari x y/n #tonowari #tonowari smut #tonowari x reader #atwow imagines #atwow smut #atwow kiri #atwow neteyam #attractive #atwow x y/n #neytiri x reader x jake #neytiri x reader

[whumpmatsus]

So. Todomatsu always ACTS like he hates that Karamatsu is so eccentric, but we all know he actually doesn't mind that much. If anyone else made fun of him for that stuff, I can't help but think he wouldn't let it fly. So what about a situation where Karamatsu gets made fun of/bullied/put down by someone OUTSIDE the family for being the way he be and Todomatsu gets an opportunity to go into full protective mode over him??

OH SHIT the youngest of them goes feral

dare I say... RELEASE THE BABY!!!!!

God I love Zaimoku, it’s so good <3

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If Totty is being completely, utterly, unfailingly honest with himself, his brothers need his help if one of them is going to be going on a date.

Really, he’s the only one who has any clue about how to act on a date! He could hit his big brothers over the head with a Clue-by-four with that shit and they still wouldn’t really get it.

Even so… part of him thinks he shouldn’t really be following Karamatsu to a date. Karamatsu is the one Totty knows is never going to come running to him for advice or assistance, especially with girls; he’s got the undeserved ego of an avocado toast sandwich. Totty isn’t sure he’d be pleased to know his baby brother tagged along not because he has to sort out a schedule thing at work, but because he wants to keep an eye on Karamatsu.

What else is he supposed to do, though? Just let Karamatsu go alone and totally blow it? His usual behavior aside, Totty really wants his big brothers to be happy and have fulfilling relationships. He thinks if he can be there to keep an eye on things, well, maybe it won’t go so bad. Maybe Karamatsu will have a shot with this woman. Maybe he’ll get a girlfriend!

The very idea was enough to make him feel a little better about lying so that his brother will take him along. It eases his conscience, imagining that if he manages to help Karamatsu out to the point that the second eldest ends up in a loving, joyful relationship, (obviously as opposed to the past few horrible ones he’s had), then a little fib isn’t so bad, is it?

After all, if he were the one in need of something like this, he’d be grateful for his brothers’ help however they did it.

Of course, when he sees the look this girl gives Karamatsu, a look like the kind a baby gives after licking a lemon for the first time, Totty can’t help but wince. This isn’t off to a great start. He lingers by the counter, greeting Sacchi and Aida, trying not to look as if he’s watching his big brother’s date.

“Aren’t you off today, Totty?” Sacchi hums as she turns to start making a drink.

He nods. “Yeah, well, I can’t stay away, I guess, haha.”

Aida jerks her head toward the table where Karamatsu and his date are. “That’s one of your brothers, right? Still as painful as ever,” she teases. “Is he… oh, my God, he’s on a date??”

“Shhhh, shh!” Totty waves his hands a little, hoping to get his friends to quiet down a little. The last thing Karamatsu needs is to be drawing attention. “He thinks I tagged along to talk to you guys about my schedule. But, yes, he’s here on a date.”

Sacchi finishes serving her customer, one of the few in the shop at the moment, and then leans against the counter to look over. “Aw, good for him. He’s not either of our types, but he deserves a shot with someone who’s interested.”

He lets out a soft sigh. “Agreed there. I kind of just wanna keep an eye on him, you know? To make sure he doesn’t mess it up too much. He should have let me pick his outfit, ugh… that aside, he’s doing okay so far, though, I think.”

Aida frowns as she slides a cup of coffee toward her coworker. “Um, I hate to burst your bubble, but he’s got his work cut out for him. I’ve been to some mixers with that girl, and she always finds something wrong with every guy she hangs out with.”

“She’s right,” Sacchi adds. “Good thing you came along so you can carry him home, ‘cause that girl’s gonna tear him to pieces. I mean, she went out with Atsushi and the next day he was in here crying and telling me she made him feel two inches tall. Nobody’s good enough for her.”

Aida clicks her tongue. “Your big brother’s in big trouble, Totty.”

It’s Totty’s turn to frown as he looks toward Karamatsu. Unfortunately, Sutabaa is so small and he’s close enough that he doesn’t have to strain too much to hear what’s being said.

The woman is laughing. However… Karamatsu hasn’t even really opened his mouth yet. “Oh, my God! You’re my date, huh? Last time I let my sister set me up. That bitch, haha. Ah, well… wow, your jacket is hurting my eyes. Could you take it off?”

Karamatsu seems to be trying his best to smile. “O-oh, yes, of course.” He moves to tug it off, folding it over the back of his chair. “Please forgive me. Anyway, my name is Karamatsu. And you, my angel?”

“Ahaha, WHAT?” The woman raises an eyebrow at him. “C’mon, dude. Don’t call me that. I’m nobody’s angel.”

Totty feels himself starting to steam. You’ve got that right.

“A-ah… right, my apologies.” Karamatsu just keeps smiling. The expression on his face reads almost like he’s in pain. “Well, should we order?”

She gives a cursory glance toward the menu, then suddenly her eyes are drawn to Karamatsu again. “Oh, my God, hold on… is… is that your face on your shirt?! Holy shit! Are you really that full of yourself?”

Totty’s heart sinks as his brother’s cheeks flush bright red. This is not going well. And while, yes, Karamatsu probably should have picked a different shirt, what’s really wrong with what he’s wearing? Even though he’s a little over-the-top and dramatic, this woman can’t know whether or not he’s ‘full of himself’ when she’s barely letting him get a word in.

Totty is the most socially intelligent of his brothers, and even he doesn’t think Karamatsu’s actually doing anything wrong. He hasn’t drawn anyone else’s attention like he usually does, he hasn’t gone overboard with any poses, and he’s… kind of just being himself, slightly toned down. It’s not like he’s bragging or being a jerk. Hell, it’s just a strange fashion choice; how the hell does she think it has any bearing on what he’s like as a person?

“Damn,” Sacchi cringes. “She’s not wasting any time, is she?”

Aida gives a pout toward her friends. “He didn’t even do anything wrong yet. He’s been a perfect gentleman.”

“Yeah, he’s just a little odd and, like, a tiny bit painful. But he’s acting really nice and polite.” Sacchi sighs as she props her head up on her hand. “There’s no pleasing some people. Aida, why don’t you go take their order? Maybe you can accidentally spill it on that pretentious top of hers when you bring it to them.”

“Pfff, if only. I’m on it, though.”

Totty continues to fume as he watches his poor brother try to impress this girl, pretty much in vain. He gets the feeling that nothing Karamatsu says or does is going to be good enough. For some reason, that really pisses him off. Despite the fact that Karamatsu can be a bit much, that he’s overcompensating for being insecure on the inside, that everyone rolls their eyes at him… Karamatsu isn’t a bad guy. He tries hard to make other people happy and treats them with respect. Even his brothers who don’t always return the favor.

By the point Sacchi and Aida are finished making their order, the youngest is ready to explode at this woman. She never even told Karamatsu her name, but she’s spent the whole time talking him down. When she asked what he did ‘besides be super excruciating’, and he told her he didn’t really have a job, she laughed at him. He tried to save it by saying he occasionally played guitar at coffee shops, and she responded something along the lines of, “What kind of hipster loser does that these days??”

Listening to it just makes him so angry. She doesn’t think Karamatsu is attractive, she’s called him embarrassing more than once, and no matter what he does or says, she’s not happy with it. Why the fuck did she even bother going out with him, then?

Totty was worried that Karamatsu was going to screw this up; so far he’s actually managed to be a decent date. He wasn’t prepared for his brother’s date to be the shitty one.

Sacchi brings him a simple iced coffee while Aida returns with the serving tray, a fake smile on her face from laughing uncomfortably at one of the woman’s comments. “God, she’s exhausting.”

“I don’t even know her and I can’t stand her,” Totty mutterrs before taking a sip of his drink. “Why the hell is she treating him like that? He’s just… being himself!”

Being himself. Karamatsu’s really not doing anything wrong. He’s trying to talk himself up when this woman gives him a chance to, but who doesn’t talk themself up on a first date? He just wants to impress her.

It makes Totty feel a little guilty to realize that, honestly, all Karamatsu really wants is to impress everyone because he wants people to like him… including his brothers. If Karamatsu feels the need to seek love and acceptance from strangers like this girl, to the point that he’s willing to put up with the horrible way she’s treating him, what does that say about his brothers? It’s not the first time he’s sucked it up and dealt with something he shouldn’t have from someone just because he wants that person to love him.

His attention is drawn by the woman giggling a little too loudly. “Fuck, you wanna go out with me again? I mean, how do you think this is going? I’m two seconds away from sneaking out the bathroom window. You’re so obnoxious, you dress like an edgy middle schooler, and who wears sunglasses inside, especially when it’s raining outside? You’re, like, cringe incarnate.”

Completely contradicting every statement she made, she slid her hand across the table to take his, if only for a brief moment. The wicked look in her eyes, more sadistic than even Ichimatsu, made Totty’s stomach twist in anger. “I might keep you around, though. You seem like a guy who’d keep me laughing for a while. Maybe next time I’ll take you out with my friends so everyone can laugh at you.”

Oh, that’s it.

He doesn’t know if Karamatsu is oblivious to what she means because he’s blinded and deafened by the promise of another date, or if he knows exactly what she means but perhaps thinks it’s worth it. His eyes light up… and behind that hopeful spark is the pain she’s already put him through.

Baby of the bunch though he is, Totty isn’t going to sit around and twiddle his thumbs while some bitch takes advantage of his big brother.

“Oh, that is sooooo not happening!” he calls as he approaches the table. Although he feels a little bad about just stepping in like this, he’s not gonna let her get away with treating Karamatsu like that. Laughing at him herself was bad enough; parading him in front of her friends for all of them to laugh at him when there’s nothing wrong with Karamatsu isn’t gonna happen if Totty has something to say about it.

The woman gives him an unimpressed look. “Who the fuck are you?”

“T-Totty!!” Karamatsu,  on the other hand, looks immediately panicked. “I can handle this… please, go back and fix your schedule, and I’ll meet you at home.”

“Wait, you work here?” She tilts her head at him. “Oh, shit, hold up. You’re the asshole who messed up my drink last time I was here.” Her gaze flits between the two of them, and she laughs again.

“― Oh, my God! You had to bring your twin brother along to come on a date? You’re pathetic!” Her hand pulls away from Karamatsu’s. “Oh, you’re definitely coming out with me and my friends.”

Totty hisses and pushes her hand away from Karamatsu’s. He steps in front of his big brother to physically block this woman from him. “Keep your hands off him! You’re not taking him anywhere. He’s never seeing you again, because you treated him like… like, fuck, I wouldn’t treat a rock the way you treated him!”

He hears Karamatsu make a noise of almost-protest behind him; he can just imagine the other man sinking down in his seat and trying to hide his face. “Totty, please…”

“No! No, she doesn’t get to just treat you like dirt, Karamatsu-nii-san! You think my brother’s just some kind of dumbass you can show off to your friends and laugh at and treat him like crap?!” he snarls. “Well, guess what? He may be sort of a dumbass sometimes, and maybe he’s a little painful, and maybe he’s not the perfect guy you’re looking for! But he’s a whole hell of a better person than you are!”

Although Totty could kick himself for not saying anything to Karamatsu before, it might be best it’s coming out now. He doesn’t have a lot of time to really think about it or pretend or rehearse. What he’s saying isn’t practiced, it’s real. “Karamatsu is the kindest person I know, and you wish you had at least half the passion he does for the things he likes! Who cares that he wears a shirt with his own face on it? He was bending over backwards to make you happy, even though everything out of your mouth was word barf about how embarrassing he is! And, by the way, you’re wrong!”

It only takes half a step for him to reach over to grab his coffee from the counter, assisted by Aida who’s smirking as she holds it out for him. “If my choice was between you or him, I’d be way less embarrassed to be seen in public with him than with you! He’s not perfect, but he cares about people, and he’s always there when you need him, and ― and all this stuff you think is embarrassing, who the hell gives a shit?! It’s what he wants to do and it’s not hurting anyone! I’d break my phone before I let my big brother go out with someone like you again! Maybe he keeps striking out with dates, but he’s never going to be that desperate!”

He feels a little bad about what he’s about to do. That feeling is mitigated by the fact that at least his coffee isn’t hot.

“And, you know, I actually am sorry about messing up your drink last time. So here, you can have mine!” Almost before he’s finished speaking, he’s dumped his entire cup over her head.

He doesn’t stick around to deal with the aftermath aside from seeing the look of abject horror on the woman’s face as the coffee makes her bad mascara drip. And even though there’s a little bit of guilt over the fact that he’s leaving his coworkers to deal with her, the fact that Sacchi and Aida are cackling while they gather up napkins eases his mind.

He grabs Karamatsu by the hand and leads him out, tossing his coffee cup on the way. There’s not much choice on Karamatsu’s part, except he doesn’t particularly look as if he minds that.

“You didn’t… have to do that, Totty,” Karamatsu mumbles. When Totty glances over, the second eldest looks more tired than anything. He knows that look; the exhaustion of something not working out, of thinking you had a chance only for it to all go up in smoke.

Totty huffs, marching the two of them in the direction that leads back home. “Of course I did! You weren’t going to do it, so someone had to. God… you’ve gotta stop letting people walk all over you, Karamatsu-nii-chan.”

The shift to the more affectionate honorific suggests to Karamatsu that this is really, truly something Totty cares about. He squeezes his baby brother’s hand with a thoughtful hum. “… If that’s the case, perhaps a romance for me just isn’t in the cards. I… really thought it was going to go somewhere this time.”

At last Totty slows slightly, from an aggressive pace to something a little calmer. He’s still pissed off that someone treated Karamatsu like that, and although he’s a bit upset that Karamatsu sit there and let it happen, he knows what it’s like to want people to like you so much that you’ll put up with nearly anything.

However, that’s also the reason he doesn’t want Karamatsu just putting up with it. He deserves so much better than to have people treat him like dirt. It’s not right to do that to anybody, but… especially not to Totty’s big brother.

“I’m sorry I kind of… tapped into Murder Totty in there,” he sighs. “Did I go overboard?”

Karamatsu shrugs. “Maybe a little. But I wasn’t truly enjoying myself and I didn’t want to go on another date with her. I just… didn’t know how to tell her no. I suppose I really am lucky you were there, too.”

Silence falls between them while they walk, then after a moment, Karamatsu clears his throat. “Totty… did you… mean all those things?”

“Huh? All what things?”

“Those things, you know… you said I was… kind and passionate and reliable.” He lets out a soft laugh. “You… you said you’d rather break your phone than let me go out with her again.”

… Oh. He. Did say that, didn’t he?

He pouts a bit, then squeezes Karamatsu’s hand. “Yeah, I meant it. Of course I meant it.”

Beat.

“But as much as I love you, I’m just glad I don’t have to do that.”

#Osomatsu san #whump #Zaimokumatsu #Karamatsu #Totty #emotional whump #TOTTY TO THE RESCUE!!!! #don't you dare fuck with any of his big brothers ESPECIALLY the most vulnerable of his big brothers #RELEASE THE BABY!!!

[calpalirwin]

Nicest Asshole You’ll Ever Meet

Request: May I request a Lip Gallagher X Fem!Reader fanfic? Maybe set during season 1 or 2? Y/N is Kevin’s little sister and gets jumped on the south side. She gets badly beat up and barely makes it back home to her brothers house. No ones home so she goes to the Gallagher’s and Lip answers. He patches her up and it’s cute and fluffy. Maybe she falls asleep in his bed and they end up cuddling and then sharing a blunt? (You don’t have to add the blunt if you’re uncomfortable) Thank you love :)

Word Count: 1.3k

And away, and away we go!

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You cursed as you stumbled your way down the street. Kevin was gonna have a field day when he saw you. It wasn’t your fault you had broken the single rule he’d given you. You hadn’t started the fight. Why the fuck would you with odds like that? 5 to 1 was hardly fair. And while they had landed their fair share of kicks and punches on you, you held your own. Kevin had said that you couldn’t start any fights, but he never said anything about finishing them.

“Jesus? Get hit by the L? You know you’re supposed to stand behind the yellow line right?” a voice quipped, and you turned to find the eldest Gallagher boy sitting on his front steps, a cigarette dangling between his lips.

“Reckon I’m still better lookin’ than you, Lip.”

The boy scoffed, before dropping the cigarette and snuffing it out with his boot. “C’mon,” he said, rising to his feet and jerking his head toward the house. “I’ll help ya get cleaned up.”

You waved him off, “It’s fine. I’ll ask V for help.”

“She’s not home. Neither is Kev. Alibi.”

“Shit.”

He shrugged. “So, you comin’ or not?”

“Fiona or Ian home?”

“Nah. Work.”

“Debbie? Carl? Liam? Fuck, Frank?”

“Do I look like a fuckin’ nanny? No. I’m the only one here. Why? You afraid of me or something?”

“Pffft, no…”

Lip smirked. “Oh, I get it. Alright. Did Kev tell you to stay away from me? That’s rich… What did he say? Like the reasons?”

“He said you’re too smart for your own good, and that you’ll use those smarts to get into every girl’s pants.”

The boy laughed. “Yeah, he’s probably right. But he’s gonna be mad either way. You might as well be cleaned up when he flips his shit.”

You blew out your next breath in a huff before crossing into the yard, officially in Gallagher territory, and following Lip into the house.

“Just have a seat,” he said, nodding at the couch before jogging up the stairs.

You complied, whatever adrenaline you had finally fading your body, pain taking its place. You wondered briefly if you looked like how Lip had said you did; like you had been hit by a train. You definitely felt like you had.

You turned to the sound of Lip’s boots thundering back down the stairs, a first aid kit in his hands. His crystal blue eyes studied you carefully as he shook soft brown locks of hair out of his way. “You’re bruised pretty badly, but I don’t think any of your cuts need stitches so that’s good. And nothing looks broken. So, what happened?”

“Stupid girls,” you hissed through your teeth as he started dabbing at your face with an alcoholic wipe.

“Hold still. Sooner I’m done, the better.” One of his hands came up to cup your chin to keep you from flinching away, his hold surprisingly gentle. “Stupid girls did this? Like from school?”

“Yes, like from school.”

“Did you get them back?”

“Sort of. 5 to 1 makes it a little hard to do much besides get your ass kicked. But I finished it, if that’s what you’re asking. And they jumped me. I wouldn’t be stupid enough to walk into odds like that.”

“5 to 1? Shit… so this was Leah, and her stupid fuckin’ friends?”

“That would be them.”

“Which means it’s Tyler’s fault. And Kev warned you about me? Damn…”

“Tyler’s a piece of shit who’d flirt with a rock if it’d flirt back.”

“Pretty sure he has.”

You laughed, then winced, clutching your side. “Don’t make me laugh, asshole.”

“Let me see,” he said, his hands falling away from your face.

“What? No! Are you insane?”

“Oh, relax. I’m not even gonna see your bra, much less your tits. Now lift up your shirt or I’ll do it for you.”

“Fine, fine,” you grumbled, pulling up on your shirt, both of you sucking air through your teeth at the sight of a giant splotch of purplish blue.

“Don’t bite my head off, alright?” he asked, his fingers hovering over your exposed skin.

You squinched your eyes shut, breathing harshly. “Do it.”

His fingers grazed across your ribs, again with a gentleness that took you by surprise. “Probably just badly bruised. That, or you have a really high pain tolerance. Or you’re a really good liar.”

“All of the above,” you grinned sarcastically, dropping your shirt.

“Well, not a whole lot for you to do besides rest.”

At the mention of rest, you became aware of just how tired you were. “Yeah. Rest. Sounds good. Thanks, Dr. Lip.”

“Anytime. C’mon, I’ll help you upstairs.”

“Excuse me?”

“What? You need to rest. And I’ve slept on this couch. It’s not exactly comfortable. You can use my bed upstairs.”

“Or I could go next door. To my bed.”

“Where Kev will find you all bloody and bruised? Nah. Plus, it’s too far.”

“Stubborn fuckin’ Gallaghers…”

“Hey, this stubborn fuckin’ Gallagher just played doctor, and offered you his bed.”

“Where he can play more doctor? Pffft, yeah right. I’m fine here.”

Lip’s eyes rolled. “I promise to not sleep with you. There. Now, are you gonna move on your own? Or do I gotta carry you up there myself?”

“Fuckin, Christ…” With his help, you made your way up the stairs and into a room with a single bed pressed against one wall, a bunk bed perpendicular with it against another wall. “It’s not the top bunk, is it?”

“No, it’s that one,” he said, nodding at the singular bed.

“Well, thanks I guess. For everything.”

“You’d be surprised how often I do this,” he tried to joke as you got settled on the bed and he fiddled with something at the desk.

“Play doctor to all the banged up kids in the neighborhood, huh? Wow, way to make a girl feel special.”

He gave a short laugh. “Have Carl as a sibling, and nobody would ever need med school.” He dug into his pocket, pulling out a lighter. He brought whatever it was he’d been fiddling with- a blunt you now realized- to his lips, lighting it and taking a deep hit. “Here,” he breathed, passing it your way.

You took a hit, welcoming the hazy cloud the enveloped you, feeling the bed dip as Lip crawled in beside you. “I thought you weren’t gonna sleep with me,” you pointed out as you handed him back his blunt.

“Do you see me stripping?”

“No…”

“Exactly. I may have offered you my bed, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna sleep on my fuckin’ floor. I’m nice, not a gentleman.”

“I think the word you’re looking for is ‘asshole’ actually.”

“Nicest asshole you’ll ever meet.”

You took turns passing the blunt back and forth, your back pressed against his chest as you crammed together on the small bed. “Fuckin’ bitch,” you cursed Leah and her friends when you took a hit that left you sputtering, the coughs causing your sides to ache.

“I can fuck Tyler up if you want,” Lip offered. “And I can talk to Mandy about helping you with Leah. Like I personally won’t fight girls, so she’s my go to for that shit. Needed her help back when Debbie was getting bullied.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, cuz that’s what I need. More problems.”

“Well at least start walking with us then.”

“Aw, is Lip Gallagher offering to protect sweet little me?” you cooed.

“We look after our own,” he said as easily as if he was telling you the sky was blue. The bed creaked as he reached over you to turn off the lamp on the desk, before he settled behind you again.

You lay there wondering just what your brother had been thinking in telling you to avoid the boy. Sure, he had more charm and smarts than he knew what to do with. And he was a certifiable asshole. But he was a nice- and admittedly very cute- asshole. And you felt safe with Lip’s arm thrown gingerly across your waist, and his slow even breaths lulling you sleep.

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ii. Fun Facts About The Cast | Actor Au | Obey Me

Request: Its not, I love this AU tho

Word Count: 2303 words

Page Count: 6.5 pages

A.N. Hope you guys all like this! Fun facts about the cast lmao

[ Actor AU Masterlist ]

Fun Facts

Benjamin ( Lucifer )

- Is the dad of the cast.

- In any scenes with Dmitri ( Luke ), he makes sure to know if he is alright, and often will stop scenes to ask.

- He also is an overall joker, so he has trouble filming most of his scenes, will often start laughing in the middle of filming and can break character the easiest.

- Best with kids overall, probably due to having his own, keeps their lives private tho.

- His hair was white for a past show, but the directors liked the look, so that's why he has white tips.

- One of the few male characters who cannot do those diets to accentuate his abs- so that's why his character is always covered up.

- He's in shape! But, he likes the fat that protects his muscle, he says he needs to stay soft to hug his kids.

- Known diabetic, so there's a table full of foods so his sugars are stable, the cast has glucagon shots all over the sets to be safe.

- Is in his early thirties, but people say he can pull off early twenties- he just snorts at this.

Avery ( Mammon ) 

- Takes the job seriously, and his scenes are easiest to film.

- Dark humor and often is the "Lucifer" of the cast.

- Seeing him switch from Avery to Mammon leaves the rest of the cast and crew fucking s h o o k.

- Will always be seen looking his finest.

- No, no one has seen him in public in sweatpants or anything like that. His image is very serious.

- Is a sweetheart when with the rest of the cast tho.

- His eyes are actually that blue.

- No one is sure if his hair is actually white or not, the way he speaks about it is vague, and fans are always theorizing.

- Watching over Benji ( Lucifer ), and is usually the one to tell him to check his sugars, since the other is quite forgetful.

- Is an immigrant from Turkey, so he has an accent, makes people thirst for him more.

- Helps aspiring actors and directors get into the field, and goes on hard work and talent, not who tries to pay him off.

Jackson ( Leviathan )

- Is the resident fuckboi.

- Always with males and females hanging off him, at this point the pop gave up, no- they aren't his partner.

- Flexes a shit ton.

- Wearing chains, a Rolex, and anything designer.

- Donates half of his salary to ocean reserves and protection funds, he has the money for it, and the show pays him well.

- Always at the beach, or near lake houses and shit, the one ( 1 ) thing he likes about his character.

- Hates the fringe he wears with a passion.

- His hair is actually a light shade of brown, his eyes are a darker shade, but still pretty light.

- First generation, his parents are Korean, so you can pick up hints of their accent in his speech patterns. Gets heavy when he's sleepy. 

Ross ( Satan )

- Is a stoner.

- Goes on Instagram lives with either MC and gets high, talking about the dumbest shit or he's alone in his room and his cats join in.

- "So, if you think about- oH MY GOD PRINCESS. YES, COME TO DADDY."

- Has a kitten curled up on him, purrs loud as hell because mf is so warm, and the lives turn into purring ASMR sessions.

- Into self care, has a line of vitamins, face masks, and everything you can think of.

- Calls his fans his SaStans.

- Dmitri ( Luke ) is his younger brother.

- Will never let him out of his sight, and they love to be as mean as they can to each other, they love each other but love to bully one another.

- Is from the Bronx, so his accent is what Avery ( Mammon ) mimics for his character, often just records Avery's lines and sends them to him so he can practice.

- Owns an animal shelter he funds.

- "Carol Baskin? Who's that?"

- The REAL tiger king.

- Gets all his cats dyed to look like tigers.

Micheal ( Asmodeus )

- Chill as fuck.

- Has like 5+ kids, so the role fits him perfectly, and now it's an on running joke among fans that they are all his illegitimate children.

- You know why Asmodeus on the show wears so much makeup? 

- His eldest daughter is one of the makeup artists, and she loves to try new looks on him, and the producers think it would fit the character well.

- People speculate his age, looks young but is in his late 30's.

- His first child was born when he was 16, so he likes to support safe heavens and things like that for struggling youths- from being kicked out to needing assistance with mental health.

- Tired af.

- Always in sweatpants, him and Ross ( Satan ) are the trademark bums of the cast.

- Thinks it would be hilarious that when Micheal is revealed, in the show, that he plays the character.

- Is a writer as well, TSL is a real series and he writes it, so they let him use it in the show.

- Vlogs in his car, in a Wendy's parking lot, eating a shit ton of food and talking about the most random shit.

- Half asleep in all interviews, wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, it's gotten to the point where everyone memes it too.

James ( Beelzebub )

- Himbo.

- One of the few cast members closest to their character.

- Absolute sweetheart.

- He's 20 years old.

- But how is he so fucking big???

- Comes from a big ass family, the middle child, he's baby 4 out of 9.

- All his siblings are redheads too.

- Very playful tho, with the cast always going along with his antics, making for the best bloopers.

- The contacts he wears make him blind af, which doesn't help since he's so tall, and will bump his head on the doorways and such.

- Can speak Scottish-Gaelic, and even has an accent to top it off.

- He is an absolute unit, and one of the characters who does the stupid diet to show off his form.

- Literally on the verge of passing out sometimes, so he needs to rest with Benjamin ( Lucifer ).

- All pictures, shirtless scenes, and such are filmed first so he can rest after and go back to a normal diet.

- Quiet guy, but loves talking about sports and his siblings tho.

- Is always carrying MC and Dmitri ( Luke ) around, now there are many off-guard photos posted to the casts shared twitter+instagram accounts

- Still pretty new to acting, but is amazing at emotional scenes, to the point fans actually think he's having a breakdown.

- Nah, he's just thinking about being alone, without his family- and it gets him bawling for said scenes.

Conner ( Belphegor )

- Crackhead 

- Will not stay still, either for filming or just when everyone is chilling.

- Scenes where he's asleep? He's usually turned away from the camera, cause the idiot is smiling and giggling.

- Has tripped over his tail multiple times.

- Comes from a farm-life, literal cowboy, his southern accent just hits hard.

- He hides it very well, but it comes out at times or with certain words.

- Sees Benjamin ( Lucifer ) as a mentor, he's in his early twenties and new to the scene, but they are best friends.

- Benjamin ( Lucifer ) has now acquired a new child.

- A living meme.

- You know how Tom Holland can't keep a secret?

- Yeah, he's worse.

- Rest of the cast have all had to physically stop him from talking at one point.

- The cow pillow? It's actually his, when he got the role his father has sewn it himself, so he will bring it with him.

- It's basically free promo for the show and comforts him in the city space.

- Gets overwhelmed in large crowds, so he usually makes sure to have another cast member close by, or he will literally leave to a less crowded place to take a breath.

- Apologized to MC after the scene in which he kills them.

- His mama raised him right, so he takes MC to his house for a movie, in which they cuddle and relax for the night.

- Felt really bad for like... a whole week.

- "Country boy I love you~"

Thomas ( Barbatos )

- Brat.

- This is one cocky man, he's smooth as hell, and one whisper can make you weak in the knees.

- Grew out the one side of his hair, but he slicks his hair back or will pin it back, dyes it himself when it's time to film.

- Loves to piss Alex ( Simeon ) off.

- Has a true crime podcast with Roman ( Diavolo ), Alex ( Simeon ), and Benjamin ( Lucifer ), because they're all old friends.

- Donates to the cold case foundation because he knows what it's like to lose someone and not know what happened to them.

- He has a twin who is his stunt double, they love to fuck with the rest of the cast, both of them are little shits.

- Is the motherfucker who makes a channel and reads the crackhead fanfics

- Loves every word of it tho.

- Responds to every fans dms. Every. One. As a whole account for this shit.

- Walks with a bit of a limp, so he wears a brace to help even himself, but during wide-shot scenes you can catch it sometimes.

- Took actual classes to be a butler for the role.

Roman ( Diavolo )

- Himbo 2.0

- Catch this man tweeting what he's trying to search up at 2 in the morning.

- Leaves them because it's hilarious, makes videos where he reads them out sometimes, it's all in good fun.

- He has a set of triplets at home, so that dad energy radiates into the show too.

- You know how Diavolo seems sus at points of the game? Yeah, he's still like that IRL.

- The rest of the cast was put off at first, but that's how he is, and everyone eased up pretty quickly.

- Makes jokes that he has family in the Italian mob, but needed to stop once his father called him, saying that there were too many eyes on the family now.

- Man was s h o o k.

- Has sensitive skin, so all his makeup and body paints need to be specially made, made with all natural products.

- The bags under his eyes are baby bags.

- Will bring his kids on set, to which everyone will gush over, and watch them when they aren't filming.

- Very private with his kids ( to the public ), doesn't post about them much, and only the cast really sees them.

- Wine dad.

- Catch him bringing the whole cast out for "family trips"

- People nicknamed him Caesar

- So many JoJo references now

- "SHHHHIIIIIZZZAAAAAAAA"

- "Please, no."

Dmitri ( Luke )

- Is actually 12.

- Quotes vines, tiktoks, and other memes.

- Is one of the few people that Alex ( Simeon ) is openly nice too.

- Also has an accent, but since he's young and is learning, can now mimic every other cast member's accent.

- Wear earplugs for certain scenes, because of how raunchy and dark the scenes can get, so Simeon and Barbatos are always conveniently in the way, hiding the plugs.

- Is Ross' ( Satan ) younger brother, and if he isn't hanging off of him he's with James ( Beelzebub ), Benjamin ( Lucifer ), or MC.

- They know there are some sick fucks in Hollywood so he has an adult with him at all times.

- Posts pictures of him cuddling up to his brother and the kittens, new foods he is trying, and some pictures with family.

- He often is considered the new Gordon Ramsay.

- Had a collaboration with him.

- It was amazing.

- Best boy, catch him taking a nap in his ( and Ross' ) trailer, surrounded by tiger kittens.

- The TIGER PRINCE.

Alex ( Simeon )

- Avatar of wrath who?

- The embodiment of "No talk me, I angy"

- Jkjk, though he does have a temper, he only loses it with Benjamin ( Lucifer ), Roman ( Diavolo ), and Thomas ( Barbatos ).

- A sweetheart with all children though, like you know Simeon on the show? 

- Yeah, he's only like that with kids.

- And respectable adults.

- Mama raised him well 2.0

- Grew up in NY

- Born in Gucci and Balenciaga.

- Was a child model and slowly expanded to acting.

- Dark humor galore.

- If Simeon met Alex, he'd probably have a stroke, cause THOSE WORDS are coming out of HIS mouth.

- Says the weirdest shit too.

- "Put your hand on my ass and call me a virgin."

- Bro are you okay???

- He is fluent in five languages and has a high IQ.

- Speaks: English, French, Italian, Arabic, and Mandarin

- Has a support system for children who struggle to learn conventionally, with trained tutors who are affordable, he knows what it's like to need certain needs met to learn, and he wants every kid to get that chance.

- Rough around the edges but has a heart of gold.

Derek ( Solomon )

- Loves to smoke with Ross ( Satan )

- He is more aloof than chill.

- One of the more awkward members, doesn't know how to socialize well, and is very shy.

- Watch out for Dmitri ( Luke ) on the down low.

- Didn't have the best life growing up, so he is a lot more street smart than book smart.

- Doesn't have a big social media influence.

- Very nice to fans, gives full hugs to them, and everyone feels so appreciated.

- Has a husky named Blue.

- Also has an owl, who he took in when he found it on his porch with a broken wing, and nursed it to health.

- He set it free, but she comes back often, and has a nest in the tree closest to his house.

- Named her Lovely.

- Animal person, so he helps Ross out with his animal shelters.

- Uses Blue as a living pillow, and only sleeps in his boxers when Blue is on his bed, because goddamn does that dog radiate heat.

- Him and MC live together, having grown up together, and made their livings together. 

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Parents/Family of the Danganronpa Cast HCs: Tsumugi Shirogane

Hey everyone reading this! This is the first of probably many posts about my headcanons for the parents/family of the Danganronpa cast (since honestly I feel like they should get more recognition)!  Also for V3, it will be apart of their ‘fabricated pasts’ (or actual pasts, I don’t think we’ll actually ever know because NWP could also be involved and who says it can’t come up with pregame audition videos and they were actually ultimates, plus pregame really confuses me lol).  Today I’ve got Tsumugi Shirogane so I hope you enjoy this take!

Let’s do her dad first!:

His name is Kazue Shirogane

He works as a mortician, and contrary to popular belief, he is quite the happy and cheery man!

Tsumugi gets her hair and eyesight from him, poor guy is very nearsighted

Absolutely loves getting dressed up for special occasions and events, he nearly has a pair of glasses and tie for anything

Casually talks about dead bodies at dinner, his wife and daughter have gotten used to it, but no so much the in-laws 

Kazue absolutely LOVES anything chocolate

He is an only child

Tsumugi also gets her nerdiness from him, he owns a lot of merch from the anime of his time (she stole some for her room, he doesn’t really mind though)

Now for her mom!:

Her name is Nozomi Shirogane, her maiden name being Yukimura

She works as a seamstress at her own shop!

Not the best cook, but she tries

Also loves getting all fancy, often making her own dresses/pant suits/etc.

Nozomi is the eldest of three! She loves her brother and sister and their to absolute bits

Also quite the cheerful person!

She absolutely ADORES handcrafted soaps, and she’s learning how to making her own!

Has no problem doing dangerous stuff, especially when it comes to defending someone

Let’s throw in some couple headcanons for funsies!:

Kazue and Nozomi met during a college tour, and they hit it off quite quickly!

Their first date was to a local cafe, Nozomi says that she realized she was in love with Kazue was when he was freaking out about how cute his cat coffee was while eating his two chocolate cookies

Kazue realized the same thing when she jumped into a river to get his glasses that a bully threw in to taunt him about his terrible eyesight (he made sure to make it up to her!)

Kazue proposed to her on their 5th year dating anniversary at a beautiful garden in Nozomi’s hometown

They enjoy sitting by a nice fire and drinking hot cocoa

Nozomi makes all of Kazue’s ties, his favorite is the she gifted him for their first anniversary

Nozomi loves making gifts for her husband, it’s her love language!

Kazue likes to surprise his wife with little things like flowers, a pair of shoes she was eyeing the last time they were at a store, or, his own personal way to show he likes someone, chocolates!

Kazue made the sign for the clothing shop even if he’s not the best painter, Nozomi still has it hanging outside the shop door to this day

Nozomi actually started to watch some TV shows just to bond with Kazue more and ended up really enjoying some

He just randomly picks her up sometimes and twirls her around because why not, she really doesn’t mind

All in all, Kazue and Nozomi love each other very, very much and would do anything for the other one, even the stupid stuff

And now for the parenting and general family HCs!:

They both freaking the fuck out in excitement once they found out they were having a baby

Kazue did a LOT of reading on how to be a dad, so did Nozomi

They named her Tsumugi after Kazue’s grandmother who passed away when he was in high school

Tsumugi was born a week early and they both kinda freaked since they didn’t know if anything was going to be wrong, she was their first and only child after all! Luckily (for them) she was fine

Tsumugi couldn’t tell you which parent she likes better, even if you asked

Nozomi loved to dress up Tiny-mugi in custom, handmade outfits, and Tiny-mugi loved getting dressed up

While Kazue was at work and Tsumugi wasn’t old enough for school, and after school, Nozomi would take her to her shop and, when old enough, would teach her how to sew in her spare time

Tsumugi’s uncle (Nozomi’s younger brother) used to call her ‘Chompy’ because when she was little, she would bite people to get their attention

As for discipline, they did the usual things (time outs, sentencing to the room, later one taking her phone away, etc.) but nothing very too rough

Nozomi was terrified when her daughter started to go to school as Tsumugi didn’t grow out of her biting habits quite yet, luckily Kazue was able to convince her they wouldn’t get a call from the principal, and they didn’t!

Kazue introduced Tsumugi to anime and manga at a young age, and they’ve bonded over it over the years!

Nozomi once almost attacked one of Tsumugi’s bullies because they made fun of her cosplay in front of her, Kazue had to hold her back

To make a long story short, Nozomi and Kazue are great parents and love their daughter very much and tired their best to make Tsumugi a functional member of society (depending on how you see being a killing game mastermind, they either succeed in that endeavor or not)

I think that’s all I have about them for now, if any questions arise from this or future posts, don’t be afraid to ask! I think the next set up is either going to be Kirumi’s or Ibuki’s parents, or my Korekiyo backstory rewrite (which I will be using for this series since I refuse to do anything with his canon backstory beside taking some aspects for my rewrite because I don’t want to totally erase it) and they should be coming out soon or later depending on how much school work I have lol. Anyways, hope y’all enjoyed this and goodbye for now!

#tsumugi shirogane #tsumugi #danganronpa #parent headcanons

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Jump〘 JJ Maybank〙

Request made by @bitterbethany! Hope you enjoy!

Word Count - 2564 Warnings - Light swearing, manipulative relationship Synopsis - You are John B’s sister and you’ve been following him around your whole life. After deciding to make your own path, you find yourself caught up with a boy who is no good and JJ is the only one who can get you out of it. A/N - I hope this is what you were hoping for! I’m sorry if I went a little off-script, I just really ran with what you gave me because I loved it so much! It was supposed to be fluffy, but I made it a little bit angsty, I apologize. Stay safe, stay healthy, stay groovy! 

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You had been following John B around your entire life. 

After your mother left and your father dove into his obsession with the Royal Merchant, John B was all you had. You looked up to him for everything. You followed him through middle school, through high school, through classes. Everything he did, you wanted to do too. 

His friends were your friends and that especially included JJ Maybank. For most of your life, he was like another brother to you. He protected you from bullies, made you laugh when you felt like crying, taught you how to play hackey sack. But then you grew up and he became something else. 

He taught you how to dance like a Pogue, to fight, and to fish. He gave you your first beer. Still, he made you laugh when you wanted to cry over a failed test and protected you from bullies. And you couldn’t help your feelings that grew for him. What else were you supposed to do? The kid sister always falls in love with her brother’s best friend. Why would you be any different?

But after your father went missing, you felt your brother and his friends start to pull away. He was 16 and young and wanted to live his life. You were 15 and annoying and just wanted to do everything he was doing. You saw him and JJ and Pope and Kie less and less and less until you barely saw them at all. 

You had to learn to live your own life, to be your own person. Eventually, you or John B were going to go away and you had to learn to live with that. 

Nearly three years after your father’s disappearance, you were working with a moving company, which generally meant helping new kooks into their gorgeous houses. Ever since you parted ways with John B and the Pogues, you had yet to find a new group of people to hang out with. It didn’t bother you...much. 

That is until you met the Tilly’s and their 19-year-old son, Benedict. 

You were struggling to carry a rather large table up to the Tilly’s new house. You could never ask for any help because once you did, you knew the other boys you worked with would never let you carry anything over 10 pounds ever again. But you couldn’t see your feet as you started up the stairs. Your toes got caught on the lip of the stair and you stumbled upward.

“Woah there!” 

A pair of steady hands caught you before you fell completely and broke the table.

“I’ve got you,” a voice whispered right behind you. “Just keep walking.” 

The boy was Benedict Tilly, the eldest son of the Tilly household. He was smart, funny, and due to inherit the entire business, and all the money along with it. He smiled at you, despite the sweat and the grease that covered your face. He was responsible and he was two years older than you and damn attractive.

And all of his attention was on you. 

He listened to you rant about work, how the men are constantly trying to tear you down for being a girl, how it took you almost three years for them to help you do more than bring things inside. He listened to you complain about family, how John B had once been your everything, how he had ditched you for his friends. You never mentioned JJ. 

Soon, all the time you didn’t spend at work, you spent with Ben and his friends. You drank and smoked and partied hard when his parents weren’t around. You went cliff diving, water skiing. You drove around in his fancy boat, watching other fish for you instead of fishing yourself.

You taught him to surf, to play hackey sack, to shotgun a beer. 

All the things you used to do that annoyed your brother and JJ, Ben found amazing. He would hook his arm around your waist and laugh, kiss you on the forehead and smile. You meant something to him and it felt like he actually cared. 

But then he started to ask for things that you weren’t sure you wanted to do. 

“Come on, Baby.” His words were drawled. “It’s just one line.” 

You would shove him away with a forced laugh. In the beginning, he would let it go, let you walk away and hide in his sister’s room for a while. That didn’t fly for long. He got more forceful, wanting more, demanding more. 

Until you were vomiting in the bathroom of the Chateau as quietly as you could, as not to wake John B and JJ, who slept on the futon. Unfortunately for you, vomiting wasn’t a quiet activity and JJ was a light sleeper. 

“So, you’ve decided to finally come home,” he said, standing in the doorway of the bathroom. You were so exhausted from the day that he didn’t even startle you. You pressed your cheek against your hand as your elbow rested against the toilet.

“So, you’ve decided that I’m worth your time.” 

“You’ve always been worth my time.” 

You looked up at him, eyebrows raised. 

Even though you wanted to hate him, you couldn’t. Not with his fluffy blond hair and his blue eyes. Not with the concerned look on his face. Not with the way his veins tightened as his arms were crossed over his chest. 

Body trembling, you pushed yourself to your feet. You tried to take a step forward, but your legs disagreed. JJ stepped forward and caught you before your knees hit the ground. 

“I don’t need your help,” you seethed. 

“You’re burning up,” he said, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. 

“I don’t need your help,” you said again, voice weakening. You tried to push him away, but he held you tight. “Get off of me.” 

“God, what did he do to you?” JJ asked, his voice soft, gentle. 

“Nothing.” You shook your head, feeling the urge to vomit again. “Nothing I didn’t want to do.” 

“Yeah. You really look like it was something you wanted to do.” 

You hated the way he sounded like he cared. 

JJ helped you to the futon and you were helpless to do anything about it. He laid you down on the bed, pulling the blankets up to your shoulders. They were still warm. 

“It’s too hot,” you whined, trying to pull the blankets off. 

“Stop it.” JJ smacked your hand away, making you pout. “Keep those blankets on.” 

You huffed, your eyes starting to shut. 

“If that boy hurt you-” 

“He’s not a boy,” you said with a sigh, a smile on your lips as you curled up in the warm blankets. “He’s a man.” 

JJ scoffed. 

“If you ever need any help,” JJ said. “I’m always here for you.” 

You pulled your arm out of the blanket and flung it in his direction, your brain starting to fade into sleep.

“I know,” you sighed contentedly. JJ tucked your arm back underneath the blankets. 

“Sleep tight.” 

You mumbled, trying to say it back, but your mouth was no longer listening to your brain. JJ sat there beside you as you fell asleep, watching your breathing start to steady, until he was sure that you were no longer conscious. 

***

“Ben, I don’t like this,” you said, clinging to the older boy's arm. The two of you were teetering at the edge of a cliff. You had never passed down the opportunity for cliff diving, but this one was too tall and the possibility of hitting the rocks below was too high. 

“C’mon, babe,” he said, pressing his lips against your forehead. “Be my brave little girl.” 

“Ben!” One of his friends called from behind. “This is dangerous.” 

“I know!” Ben replied, shouting over the wind. “That’s why she’s doing it!” 

You looked over at him, eyebrows pinched together. 

“Ben-” 

“You want to feel alive, right?” He asked you, eyes wide and horrifying. “You want to prove to me that you’re more than those filthy pogues, more than the box your brother’s lifestyle cornered you into? You want to prove yourself to me?” 

You nodded your head vehemently. You wanted that. You wanted the life he could give you, wanted everything he had, everything he touched. 

“Then jump, baby.” 

You sucked in a deep breath, peering down at the ocean below. It was too tall. You had no idea how deep it was here. There was no way you could jump confidently, knowing that you would survive. But that was the fun of it, right? Not knowing whether you were going to swim out alive until you hit the surface?

You turned toward Ben, placing your hands on the side of his face, pulling him toward you. He kissed you hungrily, hands grabbing at your waist, pulling at your shirt and the top of your pants. You pulled yourself back suddenly, making him stumble forward. Stepping forward, you could feel your toes hanging over the cliff. Wind whipped through your hair, dragging across your skin like daggers. 

You didn’t feel alive. You felt like you had just stepped up to your funeral pyre. 

Still, you raised your arms, ready for the jump.

“Hell yeah,” you heard Ben breathe, excitement in his voice.

“No!” You heard someone cry behind you, but the wind drowned out the voice. As if it too wanted you to jump. “Y/N, stop!” 

“Jump, baby!” Ben yelled behind you. “Feel alive.”

Jump. 

You could barely hear the sound of shouting behind you.

Jump. 

It almost sounded like fighting.

Jump!

You lifted your foot, ready to let yourself fall, when someone wrapped their arms around you and pulled you backward. Your eyes snapped open as you hit the grass, the arms still around you. 

The wind died down and you could suddenly hear what was going on. And see it too. 

John B was kneeling over Ben, pounding his face into the dirt. Pope and Kie were doing their absolute best to distract the others and keep them from aiding their friend. 

“Don’t...ever...fucking...touch...my...sister!” You heard John B shout, each word accompanied by a punch to Ben’s face. You wanted to run to him, to pull John B off, but someone was still holding you.

“Get her out of here, JJ!” Kie cried, clinging to the back of one of Ben’s goons. 

“Go!” Pope echoed. 

JJ? 

The someone hoisted you off the ground, pulling you away from Ben.

“No!” You shouted, fighting whoever was holding you. “Get off me!” 

“Stop it, Y/N!” That was JJ’s voice. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you tried to fight to get back to Ben. “Leave him!” 

JJ dragged you back to the van, trying his hardest to get you into the passenger seat while all of your limbs flailed. He started yelling as soon as he was behind the wheel and the two of you were rattling down the road.

“What the hell were you thinking?” He shouted, knuckles white from gripping the wheel. 

“I was cliff diving!” You shouted back, tears still running from your eyes. 

“That wasn’t cliff diving. That was suicide!” 

You scoffed, crossing your arms.

“Stop pretending that you care now, JJ. It’s too little too late.” 

“Why do you keep saying that I don’t care?” 

“Because ever since my dad went missing, you and John B and the Pogues became an exclusive club that I wasn’t invited too. Because you said I was annoying and clingy. Because when I needed you most, you walked out on me!” 

JJ clenched his jaw, shifting his hands on the wheel. 

“I didn’t mean any of that.” 

“You never took it back.”

“Well, I’m taking it back now.” 

“Like I said, too little too late.” 

The rest of the car ride was silent until you made it back to the Chateau. You shoved the car door open and stormed toward the house, hands clenched at your side. 

“Y/N, wait!” JJ stormed after you and grabbed your wrist. You swung around, glaring daggers. 

“What do you want?” You seethed, voice breaking. “I wouldn’t be surprised if Ben never wants to hang out with me again thanks to you.”

“Thanks to me you’re not dead at the bottom of the ocean!” 

“I hate you, JJ Maybank,” you sobbed, stepping away from him. “You broke my heart. You and John B left me alone and now you think you can just come back into my life and tell me what to do.”

JJ let out a deep sigh, the anger in his eyes turning to something else, something you couldn’t read. 

“I’m sorry,” he said. “Y/N, I’m really sorry.”

You stared at him, trying to keep your sobbing to a minimum. 

“I can’t give you a reason why John B and I pushed you away. You were my best friend’s kid sister. And you were starting to be more than that and I couldn’t....” JJ let out another deep breath. “I couldn’t risk John B hating me because I wanted to be around you all the time. I was thinking about myself. It was selfish.”

You breathed heavier, turning your face away from him. 

“Why do you care all of the sudden?” You asked, looking at a leaf on the ground. You had never been able to resist his eyes when he asked you something. 

“Ben was no good. You weren’t his girlfriend. You were his guinea pig.” You felt your heart squeeze, eyes narrowing as you felt a fresh wave of tears pricked your eyes. “I couldn’t live with myself if I let him hurt you.” 

You finally looked up at him. He was pleading with his eyes, asking you to forgive him. You looked away again. 

When he stepped closer to you, you didn’t back away. You let him get closer to you, closer and closer until he was standing right in front of you. You watched, as he lifted his hand slowly, tentatively, until his fingers were brushing against your elbow. 

Electricity sparked through you, eyes fluttering shut. His touch was gentle and he didn’t leave bruises. 

“Y/N.” He was standing so close, you could feel his breath against your forehead. “Forgive me.”

You lifted your face to meet his. You missed seeing the ocean in his eyes with all the intensity of the sea. It made your breath stop in your throat. 

“Of course,” you whispered, afraid of breaking whatever bubble that was surrounding the two of you. You watched in startling alarm as he started to close what little distance between you. “JJ.” 

With his lips to yours, you felt the world spinning around you. Everything was spinning and spinning and spinning, but you stood on solid ground. A storm crackled around you, lightning dancing across your skin where he touched you; your arms, your neck, your cheek. But it didn’t hurt. Thunder crackled in your ears, thrummed in your heart. Wind swirled around you, threatening to consume you, but JJ kept you steady. 

Jump! The wind howled. Jump! 

But you weren’t leaning over the edge of a cliff. You had already taken the risk, you had already jumped. And you were falling hard. 

You somehow knew that JJ was going to be there to catch you when you hit the ground. 

#jj maybank #jj obx #jj x reader #jj request #outer banks #obx #obx request #blurb #john b #john b obx #john b routledge #jj x john b's sister #kiara outer banks #kie obx #pope heyward #pope obx #jj maybank angst

[queerlyhalloween]

Not to sound like the joker™️ but i hate western society. I know that hair and clothes aren't gendered, so do most of my mates, ive been working hard at unlearning the internalized transphobia that's just a part of being trans in the UK and actually ALLOWING myself to think about going on hormones and dressing in ways other than "ambigious as possible" despite the fact im non-binary

i grew myself a little mullet because ive not been working in the pub and wanted solid snake hair, ive allowed myself to look at my face and the long hair around it and not despair because i know that longer hair doesn't make me a woman, but the moment you go into a shop, or get takeaway or pass by people in the street its all "move out the way of this lady!" and "thank you, ma'am"

i dont want the gender option of 'other' on my ID i want to know 1 good reason why gender should be listed on an ID in the 1st place

ive just come back from the range and i had my hair up like some e-thot fuckboy, i had to go BACK to the range because they got my click and collect order wrong so ive got two members of staff looking over my order, im dressed in black jeans and a black masc-looking ripped shirt, mask covering half my face and as the manager's showing the kid who served me the receipt they go "oh I served that guy earlier" and the manager corrects them "its a lady". I say "im niether" and they both just stare at me like im a toddler. Im already panicking because the air feels the same way it did when some cunt came after me in the pub toliets. "dont worry about it :)" i say, they both turn back to the tills and completely ignore me.

Anyway, micro-aggressions, ive experienced a lot of them for many reasons over the course of my life and today ive decided to snap.

Not at the people in the range like, just in general.

I will never pass. That's just an element of trans euphoria i will never get to experience. Not right off the bat, anyway. Not where i live, and most likely not in my lifetime. Maybe for kids in LA or Brighton, and hey power to you guys man im happy for you, but people assume or guess m/f when they look at me and they will never get it right.

So when i see people on this site try and twitter etc rank "who's the most oppressed"™️ like a godamn smash bros tier list it blows my mind because of all the things you could spend your days doing thats what youre expending energy on?!

You could be the exact same age, race, sex, gender, sexuality, you could have the exact same disabilities, mental health conditions and money in your bank as another person on this site and you'd still never understand what they've been through. Our experiences, our families, our morals and lives are always gonna be different and the moment you try to write definitive rules on whose got it worse you've already lost and you're already wrong. Oppressed classes are not a fucking hivemind and pretending they are is only going to cause you more problems. I get the strong sense that some of you looked at the word intersectionality, went "ah yeah, i know what that means" having never read up on the matter, then proceeded to play the pain olympics.

And its creating a culture where kids feel the need to spills their souls online to justify living their lives!

You've not listed your disabilites in your bio so you're able-bodied. You're Irish but haven't listed your race so you're white. You're cis man so you've never played with gender and suffered as a result. You're asexual so clearly you're a cringeworthy baby who's never experienced a wrong-doing in their life.

The reverse is true too, if you list every aspect of yourself then you're automatically honest. The more opressed you are the less likely you are of causing harm to others. Psht, don't have a carrd in this day and age? What are you, a fraud? cishet white man playing make believe? Post a selfie or face the wrath of ozymandaus. What's privacy? It takes me 3 minutes to read the bio on this discourse side-blog so clearly they're an angel.

my mam abused me for years, she did the same to my brother when i left home at 18 and my dad drank himself to death. My nan, his mother, never believed me because my mam's a disabled woman with a lot of trauma, and at 14 how do you explain to the woman who takes you to the beach that it's WORSE because as she's beckoning you to the side of her bed so she can scream point blank in your face, or hit you, you're never truely sure, you're thinking about running away because of course she physically can't chase you but she can throw. And then where would you go if you did buggar off?

"You have to sleep sometimes" she used to say to me when I'd piss her off. Other days she told me horror stories about kids in care, and disabled people having their kids taken away, made me promise that I'd always love her and always be her baby, and I'd do that for her because she's my mam, she'd be satisfied then ignore me for a while. I grew up thinking that was entirely normal until i'd tell funny family stories at school and nobody would laugh. The closest I got to truely running away was when I changed my name and pronouns and her rejection, turned to vitriol one night and I so, so, nearly held a knife to my throat and simply fell forwards in the uni showers. Obviously I didn't do that.

But she's had a shitter life than me thus far so she's in the right, as the online black/white dichotomy states. I keep her at arm's length but I'm unable to cut her away without losing the rest of my family because I dared defy the role of eldest child and care for her as I've done my whole life, as is expected.

we need to take things on a case by case basis, and learn when stuff is none of our business.

"Hey! :) I see you've reclaimed (X) slur, without submitting the proper paperwork. Real quick tell me every trauma you've ever experienced or I'll write a callout post :) delete this anonymous message (as is your right) and i'll assume you as sus ❤"

you can only call yourself a dyke if on your 13th birthday, the moon's tender rays struck you through your bedroom window and gave you your first wet dream about girls.

Great, cool. I have no interest in calling myself a dyke, i cant call myself a lesbian because it makes me dysphoric, thats why im queer, but i can assure you that when 3 kids from catholic school pinned me under the bridge and threatened to cut me open for being a "dirty dyke tramp" they didn't play 20Qs with me first to check that i was actually a lesbian.

if your first thought is "well thats just misdirected homophobia, so youre not ACTUALLY a victim" log the fuck off and consider what's wrong with you. Because all our oppressors care about is sniffing out the wrong on you and beating it out, they dont care what breed of wrong it is.

so you're going to spend your day, the enlightened adult that you are, frothing at the mouth because some 15yr old dared call themselves butch despite them being OnLY a BiSexUAl? You're gonna say that trans woman deserves to be suicidal because yes she may be trans BUT she's from the UK, so clearly she loves her horrid country and government. You're gonna say that black lad deserves racial abuse because he's trying to focus on his studies rather than go to protests. That 19yr old who's living in poverty deserves it because they work for Amazon. Texans deserve to freeze to death because there are republicans in Texas.

You're going to harass a complete stranger coming to terms with the parts of themselves society has taught them are worthless at best because they're not doing it the way YOU think is right.

This post has not ended where I started it but I really dont care:

Some of you are so fucking desperate to be the bullies you never got to be in secondary school and it shows. But you're cowards. You can't just admit you want to divide and concur so you do it in a new woke way and when your time on this earth is done, you'll have commited the same pain that's been dealt to you and wonder why you died miserable in a world thats more or less the same.

okay to reblog but dont @ me for a debate because i have, like, real problems and will just block you

#tw suicide mention #child abuse #homophobia #transphobia #ablesim #racism #*muffled screaming* #im shit at tagging sorry if i missed anything but im out i think

[kayteewritessteve]

If Only You Knew - 6/19

Description: You arrive home one day to find a wedding invite for two of your best friends from high school. You knew this day was going to come eventually, but even with that said, you weren’t prepared to return home. At least not after 7 years of avoiding Buckhannon, West Virginia. Or rather, avoiding him; your ex-best friend and the secret love of your life. But maybe it was finally time to face your past, to face him, and everything else that happened on that horrible night. Who would have knew that your prom would end up being a total disaster, and the very last night you’d spend in Buckhannon for the next 7 years? you certainly didn’t. That’s for sure.

Catch up HERE.

Word Count: 3,530 ish.

Pairing: Modern!Steve Rogers x Reader.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Violence. Drinking. Bad and offensive jokes. Possible triggering thoughts, feelings and emotions. Moments of bullying and harsh name calling. Lots of curse words. And a very sloooow burn.

A/N: I sadly don’t own any of these characters. And no beta reader, so I do proudly own all the errors and this story, so there’s that.

July 2018 - Present.

The rest of Steves shift was relatively quiet, but nothing major ever really happened in Buckhannon. Steve dropped Bucky off at home, then headed home himself.

Once he got there, he parked his patrol car in the driveway and headed in. Going straight up to his room to change into sweats and a t-shirt, then went back downstairs to make himself some dinner.

People always wondered why he had become a cop, instead of taking over the family business with his eldest brother. But in all honesty, Steve never wanted to work for Howard, or with Tony. They were amazing as family members, but working with family was hard, and Steve knew that him and Tony would butt heads, and not see eye to eye often. That just wasn’t something he was interested in. Best to keep business out of their relationship.

Plus he had always wanted to do something that helped people. Something that actually made a difference. At first he wasn’t really sure what that meant exactly, that is, not until a few weeks after his prom night. Once the initial shock and anger of Y/N just up and leaving numbed a bit, he started to really think about that night. And how if he hadn’t stepped in when he did it could have ended a lot worse.

It was at that point that he started to really think about maybe becoming a cop, he did have the build for it. And it was a way he could help others, and maybe prevent other woman from being treated the way Y/N was that night. Other woman who may not have had a ‘fucking giant’ friend to step in and protect them. That thought alone sealed the deal for him.

He had told Bucky the next day, who instantly said he’d become one with him. Something about him refusing to let Steve ‘take all the glory’, and that ‘someone had to watch out for him when he stupidly put himself in harm's way’. Though they both knew it would most likely be Steve watching out for Buck. So a week later they both applied to the local police department, it took about a year before they actually got handed uniforms, a year of interviews, waiting around and training. But now they’ve been cops ever since.

Steve ate his dinner then went to relax on the couch for a while, zoning out on mindless tv for God knows how long.

Later that night he was laying in bed, his mind replaying the day. Or rather, replaying the first talk he’d shared with Y/N in 7 years. Was it his ideal way to see her after all this time? No. Was he thankful she had been the one driving that truck? Yes. Very.

His mind then focused in on his talk with Bucky. How he had mocked him for scaring all the guys away back in high school. But that didn’t bother Steve, he wasn’t ashamed of that at all, and if he was given the chance to redo his life, he’d scare them all away, again, in a heartbeat. Without so much as a second thought to it. And then his mind began to drift back to his high school days, and just how his—self appointed—job of ‘protecting’ her had all started….

October 2009 - 9 years ago.

It was just over a month since school had started and Steve found himself in the boys locker room, just after football practise had ended. He had just come out of the showers and was heading back to his locker to get dressed, when he overheard a couple of the guys talking.

He didn’t really pay much attention to what they were saying. That is until he heard one of them say Y/N’s name. He froze instantly and creeped closer to the guys, staying just out of view though. He recognized the three voices as Johann Schmidt, Brock Rumlow and Baron Von Strucker. The three last people on earth he’d ever wanted to hear saying her name.

Brock was a two faced womanizer and a sleazeball, Baron had serious anger management issues and was basically a ticking time bomb, and Johann, well he was the worst of them all. He was the leader of there little group of shit heads and Steve didn’t trust him as far as he could throw him. The guy was bad news, all around.

“Have either of you seen the ass on her?” Brock asked.

“No,” Baron answered, “Is it nice?”

“Nice?” Johann laughed. “Try fucking amazing.”

“Yeah. I’d gladly bite that thing any day of the fucking week,” Brock chuckled.

“Shit. I’ll have to check her out next time I see her,” Baron said.

“Nu uh, keep your eyes to yourself. That girl is gonna be mine. Mark my words boys. And I don’t want either of you fuckers even so much as gawking at her,” Johann warned.

“Fuck you, I saw her first,” Brock replied.

“Please, you couldn’t get Y/N off even if she was drunk. Let alone sober,” Johann laughed.

That was all Steve needed to hear. His blood started to boil and before he could stop himself he stormed around the corner, the three guys all froze and turned to look at him.

“What’s up, Cap?” Brock said nonchalantly.

But Steve just ignored him as he pushed passed the two guys to grab ahold of Johanns shirt, pushing him up against the lockers. And fucking hard. The force causing a loud metal slamming sound to echo through the locker room. Both Brock and Barons eyes widened, but they remained silent, frozen in place.

“What the fuck, Steve?” Johann spit out, “Get off of me!”

“If you ever so much as speak Y/N’s name again, I’ll knock your fucking teeth in. And if you ever fucking talk to her or even look at her, I’ll do a lot worse then knocking out a few teeth. Is that fucking clear?” He growled.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“The one guy in school that could knock all three of you fuckheads out before you could even land your first punch. And I wouldn’t even break a damn sweat doing it.” He pulled Johann forward then slammed him back into the lockers. “Now, answer the fucking question. Is that clear?”

“Fuck you, Steve. You don’t own her, she can fuck whoever she wants.”

“Wrong fucking answer.” He pulled him away from the lockers again and slammed him even harder into them. This time causing the locker Johann was up against to cave in slightly.

“Get the fuck off me!” Johann yelled again.

“Not until you answer the fucking question. Y/N is off limits, is that fucking clear?”

“Fine. Fuck. Whatever,” he yelled. “She isn’t even close to hot enough for this bullshit.”

“Good, keep telling yourself that, it will make avoiding her that much easier,” Steve replied as he let go of Johann and took one step back. “Oh, but just to make sure you know the consequences of going near her,” he punched Johann hard in the stomach, causing him to instantly hunch forward in pain. “There’s a sneak peek for ya.”

He then turned to look at the other two fuckheads. “And this warning extends to the two of you as well. If either of you goes anywhere near her, you’ll have to deal with me,” he said as he shoved Johann, causing him to hit the floor. Still clutching his stomach and groaning.

Baron gulped and nodded, and Brock just glared at Steve but then nodded as well.

“Good talk, boys,” Steve said as he walked passed them, patting Brock on the head like a dog, as he did.

When he rounded the row of lockers he came face to face with Bucky. Clint and Sam standing slightly behind him.

“What’s going on, pal?” Bucky asked as he peered around the lockers to take in the two guys still damn near shitting their pants and Johann groaning in the fetal position on the floor.

“Just dealing with some shitheads,” Steve waved it off then stepped around Bucky. “You know, the usual,” he shrugged.

“The usual, huh?” Sam asked skeptically, as him and the others followed Steve back to his locker.

“Yup,” Steve replied, popping the p.

“You sure about that, punk?” Bucky questioned as they reached Steves locker.

Steve just glared at Bucky, as Clint looked between the three guys before frowning, “Okay, what am I missing here?”

Bucky shook his head, “Steve just staked his claim.”

“Buck..” Steve warned. As he pulled on a pair of boxers under his towel.

Clint’s brows knitted together, “A claim, on who?”

“Think about it for a second, and I’m sure you’ll be able to figure that one out,” Sam laughed, ignoring the death glare Steve shot him now.

Clint remained silent for way longer then a second, it was closer to a minute before his eyes widen. “No,” he said slowly, dragging out the word clearly in shock, “Really?!” He looked quickly between the guys again, “Are you two a thing now?!” He asked excitedly.

Steve groaned as he pulled on his jeans. “No, we aren’t. And I wasn’t ‘staking a claim’. I just refuse to allow those 3 fuckheads to go anywhere near her. She’s too good for them.”

“Bullshit,” Bucky said quickly, “I’m willing to bet it won’t be just ‘those 3 fuckheads’ you threaten to stay away from her.” He chuckled. “No, you’re gonna threaten the whole damn school before we even reach Christmas break. I’m calling it now.”

“Count me in on that bet,” Sam pointed to Bucky and laughed.

“What does it matter who I threaten?” Steve asked, as he pulled on his t-shirt. “I know all these fucks better then she does, she sees the good in everyone and I refuse to let that get her hurt, or worse—“

“End up in a relationship with someone other then you?” Bucky cut in. Causing the other two to laugh at his well timed quip.

“Fuck you, Barnes. That’s not what I was going to say,” he said as he put both shoes on and started to tie them up.

“No, maybe not, but it’s what you were thinking.” Bucky sighed deeply, “just fucking ask her out already, then you won’t have to go around threatening the whole damn school.”

“She is just a friend, Buck. Nothing more.” He shook his head, stood up, then headed for the door that led out of the locker room. Hearing Sam snort disbelievingly at his words.

“You are so full of shit your eyes are fucking brown!” Buck yelled at his back as he walked away.

“That’s funny, last I checked they were blue!” Steve yelled back, over his shoulder, as he exited the locker room. He made his way outside to where the girls always hung out, waiting for practise to be over.

He saw the four of them sitting in the grass laughing about something. He smiled at the sound of her adorable giggle as he got closer to them.

“Hey, you ready?” He asked as he lightly nudged her foot with his. He had been driving Y/N to and from school for about two weeks at this point. Because within the first 2 weeks of classes, Y/N had managed to not only almost hit him in the student parking lot, but she had also managed to almost hit a few other students as well. The final straw was when she nearly took out the Principle—while she was, no joke, standing on the sidewalk—in front of the school. Yeah. It was bad.

Principle Peggy Carter ended up having to call Y/N’s dad, and inform him that she was no longer allowed to drive on school property. So she’d either have to park away from the school, which wasn’t an option or bus to school every day, which was a shitty option. She’d vented to Steve about her crappy luck and he offered to drive her every day. At first she waved it off, almost like she thought he was joking. But then he told her he was being serious and she just stared at him for a moment before quietly accepting his offer.

So now 2 weeks later, he was still happily driving her to and from school every day. Somedays their agreement just involved her waiting around after class for him to finish practise, which she insisted numerous times that she didn’t mind waiting at all. Considering the three other girls hung around waiting on the boys as well. So it all worked out.

She turned to look up at him, putting a hand above her eyes to block out the sun. “Jesus christ, just when I thought you couldn’t look any taller,” she laughed.

“Yeah, yeah. I know, I’m fucking tall.” He chuckled and shook his head.

“Like insanely tall,” Wanda commented.

“Like ridiculously tall,” Hilde added.

“Like unnaturally tall,” Nat joined in.

“Are you, by chance, from Krypton?” She asked cautiously and then all four girls burst out laughing.

“If you’re insinuating that I’m superman, I’m not going to argue with that,” he shook his head then offered his hand out to help her up. “He was my hero growing up. So I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Good. Because that is what I was insinuating.” She took his hand and he pulled her up with ease. “And it was very much a compliment,” she nodded as she dusted the grass off her pants.

He smiled, then saw Nat giving him her signature ‘knowing’ look. He glared back at her as Y/N collected her books off the ground and put them in her bag. But being that it was Nat, she just glared right fucking back at him. This continued on until Y/N stood back up and turned to him, then he broke the glare off with Nat and looked down at her.

“I’m all set,” she smiled up at him as she pulled her book bag over her shoulder.

“Hang on,” he reached out and took her bag off her shoulder, then flung it over his own, “Now we’re all set.” He turned and headed towards the student parking lot.

She ran to catch up to him, “I can carry my own bag, you know?”

“I know,” he said as he continued walking.

“Okay. Slow down!” She laughed, “my shorter legs can’t keep up!”

He laughed then slowed his steps, “sorry, I forget just how short you are sometimes.”

“Hey!” She scolded, “I’m not that short!” She paused then smirked, “You’re just a fucking giant,” she burst out laughing.

He rolled his eyes, “Yeah, yeah. I know. I’m fucking tall.”

“Fucking built too,” she said quietly then instantly slapped a hand over her mouth.

He stopped walking and turned to face her. Her cheeks were bright red now. “What was that?” He questioned as he cupped a hand to his ear, pretending he needed her to speak up.

“Nothing,” she mumbled from behind her hand.

“I can’t hear you when you talk into your hand.” He laughed then gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand down from her mouth. “Now, what did you say?”

“Nothing.”

“No, before that?” He clarified.

“Ah,” she waved a hand dismissively, then lowered her head as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, “it doesn’t matter.”

He gently tilted her head up, using his fingers on her chin. When they finally locked eyes again he spoke, “everything you say matters, Y/N. Or at least it does to me.”

She stared up at him for a moment, everything in him telling him to kiss her. Right here. Right now. But he needed to make sure that’s what she wanted first. They had 2 weeks of carpooling under their belts now, having the chance to talk both to and from school.

At first their talks were about normal every day things, just learning about each other, but after about a week, they got more into the deeper topics. Most days when they’d get to Y/N’s house after school, they’d just sit in his jeep for another hour or two talking. Or occasionally playing 21 questions.

He had learned during one of those games of 21 questions that she had hinted to never having had a boyfriend before. Well, that ended the game right then and there, as he became super curious and just kept asking her question after question. Learning that she had, in fact, never had a boyfriend. Nor had she ever even kissed a guy, let alone anything else. Though, he just assumed that last part. He didn’t actually ask her as she got all awkward and nervous just admitting to having never kissed anyone. He was worried she’d damn near faint if he asked anything more about it. That or she’d feel uncomfortable with him, which is the last thing he ever wanted her to feel, especially around him.

He had only known this girl for a month, yet she had already managed to consume the majority of his waking thoughts. And that was nothing compared to his night time thoughts. No, those thoughts she took over entirely. Every one of his dreams had her in them. They were perfectly innocent, nothing untoward about them—Or at least, not yet they weren’t.

She cleared her throat and took a step back, then her hand flew out and she smacked his arm lightly. “Tag, you’re it!” she yelled over her shoulder as she laughed and ran towards the student parking lot.

Steve burst out laughing then started to run after her, “Oh! You’re so going to pay for that, Y/L/N!”

July 2018 - Present.

Steve tossed and turned a bit, trying to get comfortable but to no avail. He finally found a halfway decent position and started to pass out but then his phone pinged. He ignored it, figuring it was just Bucky.

Then it pinged again, and he ignored it, again.

When the third ping came in he groaned, “this better be fucking good, jerk,” he mumbled to himself as he reached over and grabbed his phone off the nightstand, seeing three texts from a number that wasn’t saved in his phone. Nor did he recognize it. He unlocked his phone and damn near fell out of bed.

‘Hey, how was the rest of your day? I hope it’s okay that I’m texting you?’

‘Haha. It would probably help if I told you who it was that was texting you!’

‘Y/N, it’s Y/N. If you hadn’t already clued in to that based off my complete inability to text like a normal fucking person.’

He chuckled and shook his head then another text came in. ‘OMG! I hope you aren’t sleeping, and here I am blowing up your phone, like an asshole!’

He quickly typed up a reply, attempting to put her out of her misery. ‘Hey you, my day was good. How was your first day back? And I kind of figured it was you based off the Boston area code lol.’

*ping* ‘I’m glad to hear that! And my day was okay, I got pulled over by some fucking giant of a cop. He was nice though, he didn’t take me to jail or give me a ticket! So score for that! And I should have known that’d be a dead giveaway lol.’

He laughed, ‘It’s so funny you should say that, because I pulled over some super short chick who ran a completely obvious stop sign today. In her defence though, she probably couldn’t see over the dash. But then she straight up asked if I could take her to jail instead of just taking the warning. Woman these days.’

*ping* ‘Okay, first off, rude. I can totally see over the dash. And secondly, it wasn’t a warning I was trying to get out of, it was a scolding. Big difference buddy.’

He laughed again, ‘Wait, it was you I pulled over today?! When did you get back into town?!’

*ping* ‘Ha ha. You’re still hilarious, I see. Do you work tomorrow?’

He stared at the question for a second, did she want to see him again? ‘And I still get told that all the time. But yeah, I do. Why do you ask?’

*ping* ‘Just wanting to see if it’d be safe for me to drive around tomorrow. But if you’re working then I’ll probably just stay home.’

He felt his eyelids getting heavy, and as much as he wanted to text her all night long, he also didn’t want to pass out on her mid conversation. So he reluctantly started typing, ‘Don’t run anymore stop signs and you won’t. But I should probably get some sleep. I’ll talk to you later Y/N.’

*ping* ‘Oh, okay. Goodnight, Steve.’

He smiled sleepily as he typed a message that used to be a regular daily occurrence for him ‘Goodnight, Y/N.’

Once he hit send he locked his phone and put it back on his nightstand. Sleep came surprising fast for him, but she always had a way of calming him. And clearly that was still the case.

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Unfold; [01/??]

Pairing(s):Poly!JiKook x Female OC

Genre :Angst, Smut, Pining.

Warning(s): Homophobia (in later chapters), Violence (in later chapters), Mature Content, Vaginal, Anal, and Oral Sex (Later Chapters)

AN: Sooo it’s finally up! I hope it meets yall expectations, feel free to leave CONSTRUCTIVE Criticism. If you don’t like my writing, keep that to yourself babe. If you genuinely have some writing advice than I’m all ears babe. Here’s a life hack; if you can’t think of anything nice to say, than don’t say shit! 

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Jungkook stood dumbfounded and bordering on irritated as he tried and failed for the 5th time to unlock the door to his rental. Sighing, he reached into the pockets of his grey sweatpants, searching for his cell phone. Pulling it out, he hit the speed dial number for his landlord Kate, waiting rather impatiently for her to pick up. 

The older woman had certain disliking for Jungkook; it was something he knew from the minute he signed the lease. He never really paid any attention to her pointed glares or the snide comments she made about him, because it was something he was used to.

Most people didn’t like him based off his looks; the colorful tattoos that decorated his arms and neck, the black jewelry that pierced through his lips, ears, and tongue. To him they were art, created and perfectly drawn by one of his brothers, a constant reminder of his life and the love he had for his family. To others it was trashy and disgusting.

Jungkook didn’t care what those people thought though, especially not Kate. She didn’t have any right to say shit to him, especially since he followed every stupid rule she placed and paid his rent on time, sometimes even early. 

Honestly, Kate had no right or reason to lock him out, but Jungkook knew that the older woman was gonna find a reason. After what seemed like hours, Kate finally answered and Jungkook had to restrain himself from going off on the woman.

“What do you want Jeon?”

“Why did you change my locks, I paid the rent!”

 “I told you I didn’t want any drugs going on in my rental and you brought that brother of yours over!”

 Jungkook stood there in confusion which quickly turned to anger. She had been referring to Hoseok. Yes, his brother was a drug dealer, but they never did anything in or near the rental for this specific reason. Jungkook knew there was no way he was convince the woman that he had did nothing wrong, and knew this was the opportunity she had been waiting on to kick him out.

“Will you at least come unlock the door so I can get my shit.” Jungkook asked, placing the phone on speaker so he could text his brothers for help. It wasn’t like the rental was even nice to began with. It was pretty shitty in comparison with his brothers’ homes, but Jungkook wanted to live on his own, prove to his brothers that he wasn’t a baby anymore and could take care of himself. 

Now he was gonna have to crash at one of theirs and it was already fucking with him. He knew the six older men would drop anything and everything he needed them, but he was adult now; he should be able to take care of himself.

“You have one hour to get your stuff,” Kate’s voice came through Jungkook’s phone speaker, knocking him out of his train of thought. “and then I better not see you on my property again!” With that, she hung up, stating she would be there when she felt like it to unlock the door, leaving Jungkook to stand in the empty alleyway that lead to his home.

Sighing, he plopped down in front of the door, leaning his head back against the cold metal door. The young choreographer, ran his inked fingers through his black hair. He watched as his brothers began to respond. He tried to respond but they were all asking him questions at the same time. When he was finally able to answer the questions they bombarded him with, explaining the situation at hand, he rested his head back against the door, waiting for someone, anyone to arrive. It was cold in the city during this time, and he didn’t think to bring a thick jacket, because he was literally indoors sweating all day.

Jungkook cursed silently to himself as a chill came over him. He reached into his pockets to pull out some headphones, so at least he wasn’t sitting in complete silence by himself. Just as he plugged in his headphones, his phone began to ring. He couldn’t stop the small smile that crept onto his face when he saw the name “Mini-Hyung” pop up on his screen. Jungkook wouldn’t say he had a favorite brother, he loved all of his brothers, but he was closer to Jimin.

 Jimin, or Mini as he used to call him, was the first person to talk to him when Jungkook was placed in the orphanage they grew up in. Back then, Jungkook wasn’t the tall, muscular, tattooed covered man that most people feared, he was a small little boy who cried a lot and was scared of almost everything.

 Jimin had saw that the then 6-year old Jungkook was being bullied by one of the other kids in the orphanage and the 8-year old defended him, breaking the nose of one of the kids and scaring off the others. It was that moment that bonded the two of them. Jungkook was Jimin’s baby boy and no one messed his with baby boy. At first, Jungkook hated the nickname, it felt unfamiliar and weird and the kids used to make homophobic remarks and slurs towards the two males.  

Jimin didn’t mind the comments,”They’re just jealous that you’re not theirs.” He would always tell the boy, ruffling his hair. As they got older, Jungkook grew to love his nickname from Jimin. He knew that he was loved and after 15 years of being called “baby boy”, it felt weird for Jimin to not call him that. No one but Jimin and his girlfriend Kennie called him “baby boy”. It seemed like their was an unspoken rule in their little made-up family that they were the only ones allowed.

“Where are you baby boy?”

Jimin’s raspy voice filled the young man’s ear, unexpectedly sending shivers through his body. He could hear the anger laced in his words. He wasn’t angry at him, Jungkook knew that. In the 15 years that they knew each other, Jimin had never once been angry at Jungkook. Jimin would often joke about how he couldn’t stay mad at his baby boy, even if he tried. He knew the anger was fueled towards Kate.

“I’m sitting outside my door, waiting on the bitch to come unlock the door.”

“She’s putting you out?”

“Yeah, she’s giving me an hour once she gets here to get my shit out.”

“I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”

Before Jungkook could even reply, Jimin had hung up the phone, so he sat there and waited.

 Kenari sighed happily as she eased her sore body into the large tub of water. The scent of lavender filled the dimly lit bathroom, her bathroom playlist playing softly in the background as she let the hot warm ease and relax her sore muscles. With her hair in a messy bun, she closed her eyes, enjoying her bath. Between Jimin and work, Kenari or Kennie as she preferred to be called, she was amazed that she could even move a muscle.

 To be fair, she was the one who egged Jimin on most of the time, begging and damn near demanding him to “ruin her” as she so eloquently put it. It wasn’t like Jimin was bad in bed, on the contrary, he was the best she had ever had and while Jimin did and could give Kennie the rough sex she enjoyed so much, he preferred to be the slow and steady approach to sex.

 It was fine from time to time, but when you work with your boyfriend who happens to be very attractive and amazing with his hips, by the time they got home (sometimes before they even make it home) Kennie was ready to be ruined by him

Most people who saw the couple thought they were dating to boost their view on Youtube, stating that the choreographers wouldn’t nearly get as much attention if they weren’t dancing together, and while that was partially true, that wasn’t why they were together. It was true that they worked better together, but it was because of their chemistry and love for each other. Dancing was one of the passions that they shared. They both had genuine love for the art form, it was how they met.

They two had felt a connection instantly. Although it was purely sexual at first, the two quickly realized that they both wanted more out of the relationship, and two years later here they were, still going strong and living together. Jimin had even introduced her into his brothers, the only people Jimin loved, up until he met Kennie of course. 

Yes, he had some girlfriends and boyfriends, but none of them met his brothers and vice verse. He didn’t feel comfortable letting them get to know his family, knowing that the relationship wasn’t going to last, but with Kennie, it only took two months of dating before she was sitting on his lap at one of their weekly family dinners, laughing with his brothers.

It was also during this dinner, that Kennie met her best friends, and the women she would later call her sisters, Zazi, Honey, and Joie. Zazi and Kennie clicked almost instantly, having grown up in the same neighborhood. Honey became a big sister to Kennie, helping her figure out the dynamics and background of the family created. While Joie wasn’t officially a part of the family, she was still pretty close to them. There was something going on between her and Namjoon, even though neither one of them acted upon it.

Dating Jimin gave Kennie things she didn’t have before; A Family that loved and protected her, friends that were loyal and honest, and happiness that she didn’t know existed. There were other perks too. She got into “Black Dragon” which was a club owned by Seokjin, the eldest brother of the family for free and never paid for drinks, even though she tried to the first couple of time. She also got the “family discount” from Hoseok, even though she didn’t normally smoke or do drug. Kennie even got free work done by Namjoon, who did most if not all of the tattoos and piercings for the family. She got her makeup done by Honey, and would be invited to all of the parties the family threw.

Honestly dating Jimin felt like she was apart of an exclusive club, and while she enjoyed the perks of the family, she mostly enjoyed their acceptance of her. Growing up, Kennie had both of her parents, but they were never there. They worked all of the time and at first Kennie believed it was to make sure that they could take care of her, but as she got older, she realized that neither one of them wanted to have anything to do with her.

It was when she was 9 that she learned that they only married because their parents forced them to when Kennie’s mom was pregnant with her. It was during a drunken rage, when Kennie’s dad told her to her face at the age of 11 that she was a mistake,the product of a one night stand gone wrong.

 Her father never loved her or her mother. So it was at age 12, when Kennie ran away, staying with her friend’s family after her parents willingly signed her over to them. Now they no longer had to be together or deal with a child they didn’t want.

While she was loved by her friend’s family, it wasn’t the same. It never felt right when there was family events and she was the only one who wasn’t family. Her new family tried to make her feel welcomed and loved, but the damage had been done and when she was 17, Kennie moved out on her own, having saved up enough money to get her own place, but ended up couch surfing until she was 18.

The only thing that kept her sane in her childhood was dancing. She had watched music videos and seen the pretty dancers on the TV and wanted to be like them, so practiced day in and day out. Dancing was all she had, it was the one thing she could turn to express how she was feeling.

 Eventually, she started to take classes at school up until she graduated High School. Through the years, she had met a lot of other dancers who helped her hone her craft and even let her sleep at their place when she was on her own. It was during one of her dancer friend’s classes that she would meet the love of her life.

Kennie smiled fondly as her mind wondered to thoughts of Jimin. He had given her everything she could ever want. He had let her cry and be fragile and open around him and in return she did the same. She was the only one he had told about his not so little crush on Jungkook, the youngest of the family.

 Jimin had told her about ever fantasy, every sinful thought that came to mind whenever he was around the young man. While at first, the love he felt was strictly that of two friends, it quickly and almost out of the blue turned into an unquenchable lust for the younger man.

 Jimin told her all of this one night when he caught her practically undressing the man when he was helping them teach a class. At first, Kennie was sure that Jimin would be angry, but when he began to whisper in her ears all the things he would do and let Jungkook do to him, Kennie found herself squeezing her thighs together. She didn’t think she would be into something like that, but the idea of Jimin pining down the younger man and begging him to fuck him, drove her crazy. 

That was one of the moments that sealed their bond, their mutual lust over Jungkook. Over the years, that lust turned to genuine love for the man and the couple had even discussed how to get him to join their relationship without scaring him off. It never felt like right time and they were both afraid of ruining the family.

Jungkook was a sweetheart underneath all those tattoos and piercings. Even when he tried to seem intimidating, the two of them could see past the rough exterior to the adorable guy he truly was. Jungkook was goofy and sent the most random text during the middle of night which would normally irritate the couple, because sleep was a rare commodity for them, but when it came to Jungkook, they let it slide. He was their baby boy.

Kennie felt her body shiver as the realization that her once steaming hot water was now cold, and quickly released the stopper before. She climbed out of the tub, wrapping her fluffy black towel around her body, before she grabbed her cell phone and made her way to the bedroom she shared with Jimin. 

With the towel still wrapped around her, Kennie laid out of their bed, scrolling through the comments that were left on the latest video she and Jimin posted to Youtube. The positive comments outweighed the bad, even though the mean comments never got to her. She didn’t care if other people didn’t like her, her family loved her, Jimin loved her and that was all she needed.

Once she finally reached the last comment, her phone began to go off with the ringtone she set for Jimin. She smiled as she answered the call, ready to greet him when he spoke first.

“That bitch kicked baby boy out!”

Kennie sat up instantly, not caring that her towel fell off her body. She grabbed her phone, placing it on speaker, and headed to their closet, trying to find something to put on.

“Where is he, where are you?” She frantically asked, knowing that it was quite cold outside and Jungkook had a tendency to not bring a jacket because “I’m inside most of the day, so why bother” as he liked to say. Kennie threw on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top as Jimin spoke. “He’s waiting for her to come let him in, so I’m heading to his place right now, the guys are meeting me there to help him get his shit outta that place.”

Kennie could hear the frustration and anger in his voice and she didn’t blame him. That woman had it out for Jungkook from the beginning. Jimin and Kennie had offered for him to live with them in the guest room of their home, but he declined. Kennie and Jimin had kept their guest room ready for whenever the young man was too tired to go home after class, but now he was finally going to be staying with them. 

Kennie felt guilty for being so excited that he had gotten kicked out, and Jimin most of noticed by her silence. “I know what you’re thinking baby,’ He teased, his voice getting deeper with each word. “and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t happy about this too.” Jimin chuckled through her speaker. “Everything happens for a reason though baby.” He stated as Kennie sat on their bed.

 “Maybe this is the opportunity we’ve been looking for.”

 “I don’t want to scare him away Jimin.”

 “We won’t, let’s take it one day at a time.”

 Kennie nodded, even though she knew Jimin couldn’t see her. She knew Jimin had a plan and she also knew Jimin would never force Jungkook to do something he didn’t want to do, but what if he rejected them. She knew that this was something that could make or break their relationship and she didn’t want to lose the family she had longed for, for so long. 

Sighing, Kennie stood up from her spot on the bed and made her way to the room that Jungkook would be living in. She knew that they didn’t try then there would always be that regret and so she made up her mind, that this was something that they would slowly work on together. They weren’t going to force Jungkook into a relationship but they weren’t about to sit around and do nothing either.

 “Alright, one day at a time.”

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[rontra]

ANONYMOUS ASKED:

i really like mwot and was wondering, do you wanna talk/loredump/etc about mwot during this blessed month of pride? (if not that's totally cool!!! i really like the au and am curious about it!)

REPLY:

YES!!!!

umineko spoilers below and LONG POST KSDJDKSKD i really went infodumping......you got me right in an infodumping mood....

also im being very casual in this post so if something is like weird or vague its probably because i got tired of thinking about it and skipped ahead. SKJDSJD

mwot is an umi au and its very gay and very trans because i, a gay trans, decided it was TIME to INDULGE

LIKE A MOUNTAIN WIND FALLING ON OAK TREES also known as MWOT, MW/OT, Mountain Wind + Oak Trees, MW+OT, or literally any combination of its parts, is an eva/natsuhi au, set in a vague modern big city setting

https://rontra.tumblr.com/tagged/mountain-wind-oak-trees

it’s a comedy, mostly? it has elements of backstory transphobia and  stuff like that but that’s not really the story i want to tell with it, so  i don’t go too deeply into it in the main fic. it’s mostly comedy and Self Care: The  Story (once these nerds get around to acknowledging that self care is  good, anyway!!!!)  

Eva is 20, nb lesbian (though she doesnt know half of it to begin with). generally a bitchard at the beginning but also deeply craving that Validation. Invested in making the fic harder to write due to pronoun shenanigans (shoutout to the lengthy section of intimate emotional scenes that uses no pronouns at all for eva but is narrated by them in 3rd person)

Natsuhi is like 21 i guess because im a sucker for her having like an annoying 1-3 years on eva bc eva would get mad about it. Also she’s trans, gray-ace, hopeless romantic, generally full of “quickly raising your eyebrows and looking away while sipping your drink and thinking Yikes” energy. weaponizes indifference but is no stranger to harder means. she’s a smart cookie

Sayo is also 20, gender clown car living her best life. Presents differently depending on mood and whim

krauss is like 22 or whatever. for housekeeping’s sake, rosa and rudolf are too young to matter (8 and 10, or something like that). dont even worry about it

honestly the weirdest part of the au is eva and sayo being the same age

also this au is the origin point of me & my friends using akikaze as nat’s maiden name. the more you know!

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USHIROMIYA GOLD dishes up that yellow metal like you wouldn’t believe. led by kinzo whos so fuckin good at sniffing out that sweet sweet gold people are half convinced the man has psychic powers. Any piece of land he’s got his eyes on, he WILL get his hands on, no matter who owns it right now.

the land kinzo wants At The Moment is owned by the AKIKAZE FAMILY who have been notably on the decline recently. they’re in the economic shithole so this land is basically all they’ve got right now, so when kinzo wants it and it suddenly Has Value, they’re like “oh, shit,

anyway the deal basically shakes out that like, he gets the land and all the gold that may or may not be in it. he offers his eldest son in exchange for this land, to marry their daughter: in the bonds of marriage graciously ensuring a part of the winnings will spill over on them, while keeping them under his control without money coming into the picture.

Everything’s working out great and coming up kinzo. the deal is closed and everyone’s happy (i guess). until ONE DAY, just a few narrow weeks before the akikaze girl is set to move in with the ushiromiyas,

KINZOS

OLDEST

SON

DISAPPEARS

!!!!!

Krauss dislikes being told what to do, and his father’s ideals never lined up with his own. He thinks this entire thing is sort of fucked up and can’t live under his dad’s thumb anymore. That's why, immediately following Kinzo’s agreement with the Akikaze family, Krauss disappears. He’s just kinda left for greener pastures, to unfold his own life and pursue his own interests independent of the Ushiromiya name. He leaves behind a letter explaining it & basically he forfeits both name and inheritance, and Kinzo’s incredible deal is suddenly in jeopardy.....

obviously this is kinzo though, and all of his solutions are like, 20 times more complicated than they have to be? he’s DETERMINED to have this land so he’s like “i need an eldest son. shit rudolf is only like 9. fuck. well okay i have an eldest daughter with a deeply complicated need for validation and success entirely driven by her overall neglect at my hands“ and the rest. as they say. is history (???)

Ushiromiya Eva always saw Krauss as unworthy of the inheritance, and to her, his disappearance confirms this. She grew up always being made to feel inferior to her older brother, usually being ignored in favor of him, and it's bred a complex need for validation in her. Her values and strengths are more like Kinzo’s than her brother’s, and Kinzo recognizes this in the wake of Krauss’ disappearance.

basically he concocts this really wild scheme where eva has to pretend to be his oldest son and marry this girl or whatever so he can seal this stupid gold deal and she’s like “well lol if i get to be family heir” and hes like “yes that’s what im saying” and shes like “awesome let’s do it”

all of the servants are in on it too of course. specifically kinzo enlists SAYO who works there as normal staff and isn’t otherwise tangled into this family’s mess in any way whatsoever. she’s just here to serve tea and looks. anyway he’s like “you work on this with eva--i mean evan, my son, you must have misheard--and eva you have to listen to whatever yasuda says” and eva is like “that last part will not be frustrating for me at all”.

Yasuda as reigning Household Gender Presentation Expert is like “i think i just got orders from the master to bully eva?” and eva is like “i wish i could fire you but my dad just banned me from doing that” and then gradually...over the course of the project......they become....friends.........

(the au is tagged eva & sayo for a reason. they become FRIENDS!!)

mostly its just various combinations of shkanon dunking on eva and its all VERY good.

during all these shenanigans we make some startling realizations like “gender euphoria is a hell of a drug” and stuff, which is extremely harrowing for everyone (note: not for everyone. just for eva, who makes 10,000 realizations every day, and should not have been counted.)

(ok sidenote did anyone else put on their first binder & go like “hmmm. i live here now” because. mood. im projecting entirely into this fic)

Gender Clown Car yasuda (currently as lion) is like “you know there’s like more than 2 genders” and eva’s like “you fucking wehat”.

i also make a REALLY INVOLVED JOKE ABOUT CASTIGLIONI GOLD, THE RIVAL COMPANY, and how BEATRICE’S KID LOOKS A LOT LIKE LION, and EVERYONE thinks this is all VERY funny

(i would like to see it. also kinzo owes beatrice castiglioni $20 and she’s never let him forget it.)

now wrapped up in this stupid impostor scheme AND full of big wild nonbinary energy AND!! WITH AN INFURIATING NEW FRIEND!! IN THE STAFF!!! this one funky ushiromiya is all ready to get in on an arranged marriage or whatever. provided NO ONE EVER FINDS OUT that they’re faking it and replacing the Actual Heir, which would no doubt ruin the scheme AND bring kinzo’s wrath on everybody involved, of course.

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AKIKAZE NATSUHI IS READY TO PUNCH HER FIANCE IN THE THROAT IF HE EVEN LOOKS AT HER but she understands what’s happening here. she knows she didn’t have a say in this from the very beginning. that the deal was sealed for her as soon as the name “ushiromiya” was said. she knows her family married her off quick in a bid to get rid of her. if she’s humiliated by this ordeal, she is far too proud to show it. she packs her bags and walks into the mansion with her head held high........and immediately has this exchange with her fiance

and this one

so that’s kind of the energy we’re going for with these two.

(natsuhi’s line in the second cap was going to be removed for being Way Too Intense, but everyone i talked to said it was too hot to cut, so i decided to indulge us all. blame the lesbians)

they IMMEDIATELY don’t get along but they kinda agree to like, mind their business, since neither of them are interested in playing house here. if they can get the wedding to go off without a hitch they can basically go back to never talking to each other again.

natsuhi’s entire angle here is essentially: her family was not that good, and this family likely won’t be better, BUT here she has a chance to build something new for herself. she’ll be out of her parents’ house. She needs this deal to stay for her own sake, but she has to get out ahead of her husband and set up a dynamic that favors her. when she meets evan she essentially gauges the kind of person she’s dealing with and picks her approach accordingly: this is not a soft man, and she has to be hard in turn to avoid being steamrolled.

and its VERY hot

anyway some stuff happens and it eventually they both sorta get each other’s secrets. eva is not the firstborn son and natsuhi is not the card kinzo thought he was pulling from her family’s hand and theyre both toast if word hits the public. directly after the wedding they establish a tense alliance of keeping each others’ secrets....

and then they.....fall...in l

there’s some fun tensions and realizations. eva is like “so im quickly catching on that no praise i ever received from dad was on my own merit and he’s kind of a dirtbag all around and his validation is kind of not worth it” and nat is like “word our parents are chains” & they run kinzo over with the down w cis bus. it’s fine. they get postcards from krauss sometimes. he has a motorbike now.

DID I MENTION THE PRACTICE KISSING

BC THEY HAVE TO PRACTICE! FOR THE!! PUBLIC WEDDING!!!!

and thats mwot i guess. it’s my au where natsuhi’s accent color is red and some other stuff happens too. happy pride month

#mwot #second time's the charm

[bakugous-abs]

So here's a scenerio, Bakugo, Midoriya, Kirishima, Kaminari, or Shoto having a s/o who has really bad PTSD with swords that even just seeing one freaks them out, and has a spouse/bully that has swords and torments them with it? (s/o was either nearly stabbed by one or watched someone they loved get stabbed by one)

Here you go! I'm not that knowledgable about PTSD, and had to do a bit of research on just what it is, symptoms, and how to help someone out who is faced with one of their triggers. I learned a little bit, and that makes me feel really accomplished, so I thank you for requesting this! However, if I got anything wrong, please tell me! I don't want to offend anyone at all! Hope you enjoy! I went with Bakugou on this one- Admin Bomb

***POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING***

Why of all days did he have to be home? Why of all days during this week, this month, this year did he have to come home as you were getting ready for a study session?

Did he like giving you unsettling flashbacks? Did he like seeing your palms clam up with anxiety and your colored bulbs shake with unnerving fear? Did he like knowing your heart would pump blood faster as its pace quickened, making your body hot and red, and your head wrap around negative thoughts?

Who were you kidding? Of course he did

It wasn’t abnormal for you to see your eldest come home from “Hero” work, tired and aggressive, irritated from losing a villain in the back alleys of the streets. Really you knew he would just go trotting around said back alleys with friends, tormenting any lone person that “dared enter”

He knew what the sight of swords did to you. To your head. What effects it caused. And he just loved to see you suffer, and you knew this

But normally he would crash at his friends house for the week, only coming back to shop for the house and stock the fridge and cupboards with needed materials, getting whatever you left a note for that he deemed necessary. He didn’t today

He walked through the front door, making you jump at the sudden sound. He hadn’t really expected you to be home, but, fortunately for him, you were

“Well hey there, Y/n.” He spoke your name, saying it a bit more sinister than any normal person would

He had a grin that screamed malice. He knew what he was going to do to you, seeing you sit on the floor, books sprawled out over half the living room table, and you knew it too

“H-Hi, big brother. How was your-” You attempted to make small talk, but froze in fear at the sight of his sheathed sword in his left hand, his other hand on his hip

Red flooded your imagination, seeping into your visions and your eyes blurred with tears, the next thing you knew, you were in your old house, crying over your mother and fathers dead corpses, blood splattered all over the walls and floor, and even yourself. But it wasn't the blood you cared about, as it didn't come from you

No. It was your parent's bodies, not moving or breathing. Why weren’t they breathing? Did they die? No. Your mommy and daddy were the strongest heroes!

“M-Mommy? Daddy? Wake up. Please wake up. Please wake up I don't wanna be alone!” You shook their shoulders, small hands trying to clamp over their wounds

“Y/n! Get the hell out of there now!” You heard your older brother call. Why wasn’t he sad? Why was he angry at you? Shouldn't he be angry at the villain just like you were?

“But Mommy and Daddy aren’t breathing!” Your eyes blurred out their own vision, noises around you blurring as your older brother and grabbed your shoulder. Heroes stomped into the house at your screams, your older brother dragging you out and into the light of the outside world

The tears flooding your vision flowed down your cheeks in rivers, memories and flashbacks going with them as you were brought back to reality

You never understood why your brother did this. He was a disgusting sadist, but you knew you weren’t better than him. You were weak and worthless. You couldn’t do fucking anything that day. You were upstairs playing with your blocks and hero figurines, too distracted in your own imaginary world to notice or hear your front door creak open

It wasn’t till you heard your mother scream that you ran down the stairs, reaching the bottom and to the room that you witnessed your father getting stabbed, hitting some vessel that made blood splatter everywhere

Across the wall, across him, across his killer, across the floor, across his wife, and across his little daughter, too young to understand that concept of a stab and how easily it could end your life, just as it did your fathers

Maybe it was only because he saw the aftermath that he didn’t understand. But why would he torture you? Those were his parents too

“Yeah, you see this? She stabbed someone today. Lemme give you a little re-enactment to how it happened”

He grabbed the handle, your voice cracking and hardly audible as he unsheathed it, the classic ‘shhhink; sound playing as it came out, its metal shinning brightly in the light seeping through the windows, and making it glow a soft pink as it shone through the thin curtains

“Please stop…” you whispered, bringing your legs to your chest. Can anyone be trusted?

He didn’t wanna re-enact it. He just wanted to jab a sword around and even jab it at you, and that's what he did, coming inches from your face. You let out a blood curdling scream, even surprising your elder brother as he stumbled back a bit. How can I trust Katsuki if I can’t even trust my own brother?

You had never screamed like that a day in your life, and it was scary hearing such a sound erupt from your throat

“S/O!!!” You heard your boyfriend charge through the door, probably breaking its handle clean off the door to get to you

Your eyes were wide, and you screamed for his name, and he came towards you, seeing your attacker with his sword in his hands

He threw his bag to the side, crackling his palms and sending a well-calculated explosion his way, not hitting anything else but your brother who got slammed against the wall with such force, the sword dropping from his hands and to your feet

Katsuki knew of your PTSD. He knows what goes through your head when you see anything resembling a sword, having found out during the day they were all assessed with having the teachers go after students. You had ran out of the room and caught you, tears flooding your eyes and running anywhere else but there

He had ran after you and found everything out when he managed to catch up to you, asking you what was wrong. He also knew what your brother thought was fun to do, and it felt good being able to get a hit on him like that

“Don't you FUCKING DARE come near them with A FUCKING SWORD AGAIN. YOU HEAR ME??” Katsuki screamed, but it seemed as though your brother was losing all or most of his consciousness as he nodded robotically, passing out in Bakugous hand. Maybe I can trust him….

He ran over, grabbing the sword from your feet and sheathing it, running out of the house and to a dumpster he saw nearby, disposing of it and rushing right back

You jumped into his arms, shaking and sobbing as he wrapped his arms around you, falling to the floor and onto his butt. He didn’t give two shits, petting your hair and telling you calming things, just letting you sob into his shoulder for the time being

You tried to ground yourself. Feeling him beneath you. Smelling his caramel sweat. Seeing his ash blond hair fall next to your face. Everything just about him and nothing else

You squeezed him a bit tighter, grip tightening in his t-shirt and nuzzling into his neck, body shaking a little less, and sobs becoming quieter with each passing momentWith the current events that happened tonight, and your currently shaken form, Bakugou assumed that maybe there wasn’t gonna be time to study tonight

[theparasiteofficial]

Just a little bit of rambling.

So I'm often in a horrible place, emotionally and all that. Self destructive, toxic, angsty you get the point. I pray it's a phase, just a time in my existence, a flavor I'll someday forget, but I think to myself and I know suffering isn't necessarily a phase, the shit that's fucked me over is still there, the things I lost are still gone and so are the people and they're never coming back, so can this really pass like some phase or is this my hell? So, a bit about myself to elaborate. I never had a dad, I'm the sixth child, fifth son, the runt. Growing up, I never knew one of my brothers because he's special ops, united states military, he came around every few years and then left so soon so I never got to know him. The two brothers closer to my age group were at first my best friends, I'd wake up screaming and crying every morning because of nightmares and one of them would be waiting every time to hold me and tell me "it's okay" but that soon stopped, and then the environment turned toxic. My eldest sibling brought his drama home, psychotic bitches and his children, screaming, fighting, I know the police here better than I know my family. Growing up was a shitty experience, I had imaginary friends that I could touch, like they were real, they became toxic too, I had hell on either side of me, I to this day don't make a sound when I walk because I had to then lest I get yelled at, or hit, laughed at and teased, pushed around. I enter rooms and seem to vanish to others because I learned to disappear to survive. I was abandoned more times than I can count and I've done things to people, and other living creatures but the detailed information isn't something I care to disclose publicly, I never felt sorry for the things I did and I still don't in fact the one thing I regret is not having done better, or in most people's cases "worse" I never knew what it was like to have a friend, not for a long time. I've lived a good bit longer without a single friend than I have with only a handful. My family is Christian and I am as well at least in beliefs, but the problem is I'm also gay. I wasn't interested in relationships or anything that had to do with other people up until I met the friend that actually convinced me to post my shitty "poems" here, I fell in love with him after a while of fighting myself, lashing out and threatening his life, toying with him, manipulating him and then he left me, and that's when it hit me. I never chased after someone before then, I wanted him to stay I needed him more than I'm really capable of admitting even now, I don't know how I convinced him to stay but he did and I fell deeper each moment, I confessed and came off as pushy and needy, wasn't pretty but I was also self taught so no public school, I was shut off from everything abused and abandoned so my social skills were lacking to say the least, and I didn't and don't understand people, what's wrong or right, why people cling to morals etc, clueless. Still don't understand it but I'm not the alien I once was, I'm told I'm charming but no one can ever tell me why, I find that to be odd. Summary to get my shit straight, shit childhood, I was lost on society and still am, I fell in love against the rules of how I was raised and what I believe in, I'm hurt and lost still. And also, I know he doesn't read my stuff and most likely don't, but if he for whatever reason reads this; I hate you with a passion, half the time I want to find a hammer and take it to the back of your skull, but at the same time I love you, and couldn't hurt you if it meant saving my own life.

The nightmares I suffered as a child never stopped, and often prevent me from sleeping, I have desires to see people get hurt and to hurt them still, I hear voices echoes of the past and sometimes new one's completely their own individual, and the only thing that shuts them up is hurting something, I get this burning pressure in my chest, it spreads through my body and it makes it so hard to think and breathe and it makes it so hard not to react, the only thing that makes it stop is hurting something or someone. I still at my age find myself being "bullied" and I would honestly give anything to cut those fuckers to pieces, burn their lives and show them what fear really is make them regret everything. I did something once to someone that first did something to me, it was severe what I did, and it's only due to luck and intelligence I'm not imprisoned in some kind of facility, and it made all of the pain stop, the echoes and words all those voices finally stopped for the very first time. It felt amazing, I fell in love with revenge and grew to despise law due to it's restrictions, it's absurd really just a few hundred or so years ago had someone wronged you, you had every right to take something from them, even their life. I have no sense of friendship, I try to but that part of me never really developed due to everything, and I studied shit to be able to say that, I needed answers. Most that try to get close to me run away, often the last thing they say to me is along the lines of "you're fucked in the head" which feels great, if not for self control I'd have given them the monster they wanted fucking sick of that shit, I am no worse than anyone else. I deserve a fair chance do I not? Sure a lot of my thinking is different, perhaps even bizarre to most, sick even, but does that mean I should be discarded?

I'll be waiting for the stray "edge lord faggot" comment/s that may or may not come. I encourage responses, I said a lot and questioned a lot, any responses welcomed. I'm almost begging for someone to fucking give me the time of day here, Christ.

The fuck am I doing I need sleep man. Fucking hell.

[harrison-abbott]

ASPECT/VENOM

I’d avoided my family for years, mostly due to two decades of being relentlessly bullied by them in the first chapter of life – before I went to university and got a job and blah blah. But my father died. And I had to attend the funeral. I’d avoided my eldest brother’s wedding because he was the worst bully, and as many Christmases as I could. I get that there are many dysfunctional families. I didn’t know where mine registered on the spectrum: somewhere in the middle probably. What was the point in analysis? I just wanted to get this funeral over and done with. I did love my father. He was weak and meek, and he’d never had the power to stop the bullying: that aspect/venom came from my mother’s side. She was the first person I saw at the old house and stepping into the arena where I grew up was in itself like entering a graveyard, and the brothers were all there, and when they hugged me I could smell spirits on their breath and they looked shattered and cruel. Mother ignored my hug, rather deliberately. She was still angry that I hadn’t spoken to her or come home in several years and that it had to take her husband’s passing to make me come back. Fair enough. I got a drink as well. I wasn’t planning on that but I thought fuck it. There were two hours until we had to go to the funeral and the three (older) siblings and mother and I in this famous notorious sitting room all quickly getting drunk. And because the scene was so ludicrous, they started taking the piss out of me. Biggest bro took the piss outa me at first. And it was funny. It was just a crack about my haircut or something. And then it all tumbled down. Avalanched, rather, the mockery. And I just couldn’t be fucked with it … So I finished the glass I had and said I was going to the toilet and I went into the toilet and it was weird going into that room because it had barely changed from the past, when I was a boy; there was still the mirror with the silent crack in its upper right hand corner, black-golden, and when I was a kid I used to wonder why the whole mirror hadn’t smashed whenever it got that blow, why it was only that part of the glass that got damaged and yet it didn’t look broken, it was just an image. I whizzed. Then I got my coat at the end of the corridor. And left through the front door. I think one of the bros called my name. Didn’t care. I got back in my car and I was a bit tipsy and knew that there was a chance that I might get arrested for drink driving or rather that I could hit some stranger on the street. But I just had to get fucking away from these toxic people. Those that bore but didn’t raise me.

[winryofresembool]

EdWin/Dad!Ed fic: The Elric Family Trait

A/N: I asked @wrongnote if she happened to have any fic ideas, and she said there aren’t enough fics of the time when the edwin children are not babies anymore. Well, I got immediately excited about the idea, and this is what I came up with. (Excuse the language once again)

Genre: fluff/humor

Words: 2,1k+

Rating: T, probably (I’m sorry I had to add that last part :S)

“Emma, was it? Come here for a sec.”

The golden haired, blue eyed little girl turned to see who was talking to her. It turned out she didn’t know the speaker; he was an older boy, about her brother, Alan’s, age. Even though this kid was only two years older than her, he seemed so huge to the small sized 7-year-old. The boy had a messy, light brown hair and grey eyes that were gleaming mischievously. Something about him made the normally brave Emma Elric withdraw into her shell, and she wished she wouldn’t have decided to wait for her friend with whom she was supposed to walk home.

“My brother says I shouldn’t talk with anyone I don’t know.” Emma turned her face away from the boy and lifted her chin proudly, trying to make him leave. However, her actions only seemed to provoke him, because he mumbled, not quite clearly enough for Emma to hear:

“You Elrics are so damn proud. I hate you!”

“Huh?”

“My name is George. There, now you know me. I want to talk to you outside.”

He pointed towards the door, and tried to take a hold of Emma’s arm, but she was faster.

“W-why? I don’t want to!”

“You will! Or else!” 

“Or else what?” the girl finally found her voice again. She had Elric and Rockbell blood in her, damn it. She would not be afraid of another kid, even if he was bigger than her. Luckily her father had prepared her for situations like this.

While George considered his answer, she continued: “I haven’t done anything to you! Why are you being so mean?”

“Maybe you haven’t, but your brother beat me the other day, and I swear I will get back at him!”

“My brother never beats anyone unless he has a reason! You must have done something awful!”

Emma’s eyes narrowed, and her scowl was so frightening that her father would have been proud. Without even noticing, she took a step closer to the boy. Never before had she felt a need to fight, but now…

“Nuh, I only said him that your dad is such a loser, probably just drinking all day and fucking your mo…….. OUCH YOU CRAZY SHIT!”

George didn’t even have time to finish his sentence when he felt a small but hard fist hit his face.

“You. Don’t. Call. MY. DAD. A. LOSER!” She yelled between each hit she managed to deliver. George was so dumbfounded by the girl’s attack that he didn’t even manage to protect himself.

Unfortunately for Emma, she was being so loud that one of the teachers, who was on her way to the teachers’ lounge, heard her, and hurried to see what was going on.

“Emma Elric!” she yelled as she saw a fierce looking girl with slightly bloodied knuckles, and the older boy holding his nose under his sleeve. “What… What is this about?!”

“He insulted my dad,” the girl simply stated. George was lucky that looks couldn’t kill because the glare she shot at him as she answered was murderous. The boy turned his head to the other direction quickly.

“And since when does that give you a right to get violent?!” the teacher wanted to know.

“If I hadn’t hit him, he would have attacked me! My dad has always said a girl has to be able to defend herself,” Emma stated, not understanding why the woman didn’t see her point of view.

“Your dad has without a doubt said a lot of other stuff too,” the teacher sighed, knowing Edward Elric’s reputation.

The truth was that ever since getting a family of his own, Ed had calmed down a lot, not fighting every passerby if given a chance, but he still didn’t stand it if someone insulted someone he loved. That’s why the teacher, Mrs. Evans, was worried for a reason about what would happen when she had to contact Emma’s parents about this incident. School rules, she had to let them know, even if Emma was just a little girl, and George had probably deserved it. Maybe, if she was lucky, Winry would be the one to answer the phone, although Mrs. Evans had heard rumors about her wrench too. That family was crazy, the teacher concluded in her head. It had been only a few days earlier that Alan Elric had beaten the very same boy…

Then she remembered that Alphonse Elric’s eldest would start in the same school next year, and wondered if it was time to start asking for a transfer. Well, at least Emma and Alan didn’t have more siblings… Yet.

Reluctantly, Mrs. Evans pulled herself from her thoughts and asked Emma to come with her. She would deal with George later.

Soon they reached her room where she told the (surprisingly calm) girl to wait until she’d call her parents. The phone rang three times, and Mrs. Evans almost sighed of relief imagining that they wouldn’t answer at all, but just in that moment she heard a clicking sound on the phone, and the person answering introduced himself as “Edward Elric”.

Great. This wouldn’t end well.

“Um, he-hello. It’s… It’s Sophie Evans from Resembool elementary here.” she said with a shaky voice.

“Don’t tell me this is about Alan again.” Ed immediately jumped to a conclusion after hearing who the caller was.

“N-no! It’s not!” Mrs. Evans asserted quickly.

“Oh. What is it then?”

“It’s… Emma,” she answered quietly, expecting Edward to explode any minute now.

“Has she hurt herself, has someone bullied her, has someone…?” the protective father asked immediately, but her response wasn’t what he was expecting.

“No, she is fine. But she just hit someone.”

“My Emma would /never/ do such a thing! If I believed in angels, I’d say she’s the angel of the Elric house!” Ed wasn’t yelling quite yet, but Mrs. Evans could feel a vein starting to pull in Ed’s forehead even from this far.

“I’m afraid I just caught her in act, so what you believe isn’t important here,” the woman responded, finally finding her confidence. Damn it, that man was so infuriating! It was safe to say the two of them had a very different idea of what was right and what was wrong.

“And…? What exactly did you see?” Ed insisted on knowing.

“She punched George Kent on his face so hard that his nose was bleeding.”

“That’s my girl!” slipped from Ed’s mouth before he could stop himself.

“What did you say?” Mrs. Evans raised her voice. It was like she was dealing with another pupil instead of a father, she felt.

“I mean… I’m sure that little sh… pipsqueak deserved it!”

“I don’t care what young mister Kent did to provoke her, what’s important here is that your daughter used physical violence against him.”

“Well, I think you /should/ care more about Mr. Kent’s behavior, because despite what you may think, I have never in my life seen Emma fight. She doesn’t do it for fun. She’s there right now, isn’t she?”

“Yeah?”

“Ask her what he said before she hit him.”

“Fine.” She turned to Emma, holding the phone a bit farther from her mouth. “Emma, your dad wants to know why you hit George.”

“He said… he called you a loser, dad!” she got closer to the phone, so Ed could hear better.

“And you defended my honor? What a sweet, precious, adorable daughter I have!”

“Mr. Elric!” Mrs. Evans tried to sound angry, but truthfully, hearing Edward Elric using such words made her want to laugh.

“Although… You wouldn’t have had to do that just for me. I couldn’t care less what the Kents think of me,” Ed reassured her daughter, but he still had a huge smile on his face.

“But I love you dad! You are not a loser, and I wanted him to know that!” Emma tried to explain herself.

“His family is just jealous because we have it much better than they do. You are two smart, awesome, uh, butt kicking children (I know you are listening, Mrs. Evans!), both your mommy and I have jobs we love, and your mother is the most amazing automail mechanic in entire Amestris! Remember that, kiddo.”

“Yes, dad! But, uh…” Emma tried to voice the worry she had in her mind, “I think he would have attacked me if I hadn’t hit him first.”

“In that case I’m very happy you did what you did. Listen, I will talk to that George boys’ parents, and make sure he will never get close to you or Alan again. Don’t you worry!”

“Thanks dad!”

“Also, Mrs. Evans?” Ed addressed the teacher again.

“Y-yes, mister Elric?”

“If I hear that George Kent has bothered my children again at your school, I will get them away from there right away, and let everyone know how you let your pupils behave.”

Y-yes, sir, I won’t let that happen, sir.” The way Ed had managed to turn the conversation into his favor had made Mrs. Evans lose her confidence again.

“No need to call me ‘sir’. I’m just a househusband. If you excuse me, I am researching the medical effects of alchemy and alkahestry right now, and I’d rather do that than have this meaningless conversation. So, goodbye. AlsoEmmaIloveyousomuch!”

“Love you too, dad.”

Mrs. Evans let Emma go after she finished the phone call, and after sitting down on her chair and covering her face with her hand, she swore she would never get involved with anything Elric related ever again.

Later that day, when Emma had returned home, a sudden question popped into her head:

“Dad, what does ‘fucking’ mean?”

“Wait, what? Where have you heard such a word?” he asked, ignoring the fact that he may have slipped the said word on more than one occasion at home, even when the children were hearing.

“It’s just, that idiot, George, said you are doing with mum.”

“Sorry, sweetie, you’re still too young to understand. He’s not entirely wrong though…” he muttered, leaving her daughter even more puzzled. “Let’s just say it means I love your mum an awful lot. Though, sometimes I’m bad at showing it.”

Winry arrived in the room in that moment and smiled softly at the sight in front of her. Lucky for Ed, she hadn’t heard the beginning of his answer, because her reaction would have been entirely different in that case.

“Aw, Ed, you big softie,” she teased. “I love you too, my alchemy freak.” She hugged her husband from behind, and gave him a quick kiss on his neck.

“Eww, you are so gross!” Emma protested, not approving the affection her parents were showing in front of her.

“One day you will be gross with someone too,” Winry said and scooped the girl on her lap. Ed pulled his favorite girls into a hug, and stated: “But no matter what, you are our awesome girl. Our awesome girl who can already kick boys’ asses!”

“Ed! Don’t encourage her!” Winry warned, although she was worried that her daughter was already a lost cause, having Elric blood in her.

“Oh come on, a girl has to know how to fight! What do you think won me over, your kindness or your ability to defend yourself?” Ed asked his wife.

“I think alchemy has twisted your brain, Edward.” She sighed, but leaned her head against his shoulder happily. If she was honest, she wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

Later that evening, when the kids were asleep, Ed and Winry were talking in bed.

“They grow up so fast,” Ed noted, “It feels like they were born just yesterday, and now even Emma has found her Elric family trait.”

“They do,” Winry agreed. “Hey, do you think…”

“Yeah?”

Winry blushed fiercely, and she cursed her brain for making this more difficult than it should be, but finally she finished:

“That we should get a new little one?”

“When making them is so much fun? Hell yeah!” Ed agreed right away, but it was his turn to blush when he saw his wife’s expression.

“Not even trying to contain your excitement. Dork.”

“I happen to know you enjoy it too,” Ed said back, and Winry stuck her tongue out.

“Nah,” she tried, but Ed was already kissing her passionately, and sliding his hand down her waist. Soon he pulled back and raised his eyebrow questioningly.

“Fine, maybe a bit.”

Ed’s had slid down even further, reaching her inner thigh, and she moaned a bit into his mouth.

“Maybe a lot,” she admitted as she pulled him onto her, and the couple let their feelings take over.

#AGAIN pls let me know what you think!!! it's what keeps me writing #edwin #edward elric #winry rockbell #my fics #fullmetal alchemist #edwin babies #also: #dad!ed is the best ed #sry about all the typos

[neffi3]

School reunion

Written for JayDick-Hell as a part of the Jaydick Winter Blahs Fic Exchange.

Prompt: It’s my highschool reunion and I need a hot date so I can rub it in the faces of the people who hated me

The night was going well for Jason; his men completed drug raids with added bonuses, nobody that wasn’t supposed to got hurt, Batman stayed out of his way; so of course the Golden Boy was waiting at Jason’s apartment for Red Hood to get back home.

For a second Jason contemplated shooting him, but decided it wasn’t worth having to clean the blood or worse – abandoning the apartment.

“Hey, Jay,” Dick greeted him casually, like he didn’t just break into the house of a crime oriented former Robin. In his civvies no less.

“What do you want?” Red Hood growled walking past the couch and his not-brother lounging on it to his bedroom to shed his gear.

“Can’t I just visit my favorite little brother?”

Jason dropped his guns and helmet in shock and rounded on Dick to stare at him in disbelief.

Dick send him a small, uncertain smile, eyes darting away and to Jason never settling on anything more than a few seconds.

Jason squinted at him suspiciously. Dick was acting weird and the show of vulnerability just added to Red Hood’s unease. Whatever he wanted, Dick knew Jason wasn’t going to like it and unfortunately for him no matter how much buttering up the Golden Child did wasn’t going to change that.

“Talk or get out,” Red Hood ground out, crossing his arms irritably.

Dick dropped his head, huffing out a nervous laugh. In the next second he lifted his head slightly, peering at Jason from behind the bangs of dark hair, biting his lip.

Jason viciously stomped on the thought of how adorable Dick looked like that.

“Will you be my date?” the older of the two asked quietly.

“Excuse me?” Jason blinked taken aback.

Dick jumped to his feet and started pacing a little to burn off some of the nervous energy. He flapped his hands around as he tried to explain to Red Hood why he needed a date in the first place. He sounded like he wanted to convince not only Jason but himself too, but the younger male decided to cut him some slack, because him even asking Jason to pretend to be his boyfriend was too bizarre to be real. Even if Jason wished it to be real.

“I have a case I’m working on,” Dick said, “and it turned out one of my acquaintances from high school is involved. But it would be suspicious if I just showed up out of the blue, especially when they would learn I was a cop. Fortunately in a few days I have a school reunion and they would be there. It’s a perfect opportunity to snoop around a bit and I would appreciate some backup.”

“Why don’t you take the Replacement?” Jason asked. “Or Babs? Anyone from the long line of your friends?”

“Tim is too young,” Dick shook his head. “Babs went there too so she’s known and her being Commissioner’s daughter would make things more difficult. And everybody else is busy.”

“I’m busy too,” Jason pointed put.

“Please?” big blue eyes begged him. “I really could use the help. Besides,” Dick added, a blush started to redden his cheeks. Jason watched, fascinated. “This is one of the events where you’re supposed to bring a hot date with you.”

It took a few seconds for Jason’s brain to process what was just said, but then Red Hood smirked confidently.

“You think I’m hot, Sweetheart?” Jason drawled.

Dick’s blush deepened, but he maintained eye contact resolutely.

“So, will you?” the older man demanded plaintively.

“There better be a lot of food, Goldie,” Jason agreed indirectly. “And booze.”

Dick’s smile lit up the whole room and left Red Hood dazed enough, that he barely reacted as Dick danced away with an excuse of not bothering him any further and that he will text him the details later.

It was how Jason found himself at the manor four days later, dressed in an expensive suit that – according to Kori and Roy – accented his hotness, tugging at the tie to get rid of the choking feeling  at his throat. He came to pick Dick up, but apparently the Golden Boy wasn’t ready yet so Jason was forced to wait for him in his former home and hope that other Bats had the sense to stay away from him.

Red Hood wasn’t so lucky apparently.

“Huh,” Tim hummed with his mouth full, looking Jason up and down. “After your spiel about how you hate us all I didn’t think you would agree to this,” he commented after he swallowed whatever he was eating.

“What is it to you?” Red Hood sneered. “I’m always up for a case with ass kicking, free food and drinks.”

Tim blinked at him in confusion and then smirked with amusement.

“There’s no case, Jason,” he revealed.

“What?!” Red Hood’s jaw dropped. No it couldn’t be, the Replacement had to be lying, but Jason couldn’t think of any reason why he would do that. “But Dick said...” he trailed off, realizing he had been played. The fucker, Jason thought betrayed and angry, when I’ll get my hands on him…

“Dick wanted you to be his date,” Tim said, derailing Jason’s thoughts of murder of the eldest son of the Bat. “Apparently he assumed you wouldn’t agree if he just asked you outright.”

What? Red Hood stared at his replacement, mouth opening and closing without any sound. Dick wanted Jason to be his date? What did it mean?

“Jay!” Dick shouted excitedly from the top of the stairs. “You came!” he sounded a touch surprised, but it did nothing to dim his wide, happy grin as the acrobat bounded down the stairs in his hurry to plaster himself against Jason in a hug.

Jason’s arms automatically went up to hug Dick back, while his mind still tired to process the new information it was given. Did the Golden Child, the mighty Nightwing liked a street rat like Jason Todd in a romantic way? Jason was afraid to even hope.

“Let’s just crack that case of yours,” Red Hood said, pulling away.

“Yeah, the case, right,” Dick agreed, releasing him reluctantly. His smile dimmed a little and he shuffled awkwardly like Jason just reminded him this was not a real date.

Holy shit, Dick wanted it to be a real date!

Jason grinned like a shark. Oh, this was going to be great!

“So?” he prompted. “Let’s go,” he elaborated as Dick blinked up at him in confusion.

“Oh, of course!” the acrobat let out a painfully fake laugh and practically fled the manor. “See yea, Timmy.”

Red Hood turned to the Replacement, waggling his eyebrows and found him glaring at him protectively. He snorted and waved, following Dick out.

Jason’s plan on having fun was tampered slightly by one fact. On the way to the event Dick was kind of nervous and Red Hood got the feeling it had nothing to do with him or the fake-real date situation. No. When they got to their destination and Dick got all quiet and tense Jason realized why. Dick was scared. Dick Grayson, the social butterfly, the man who could and would laugh in the face of worst criminals the world had to offer and then some, was afraid.

Now Jason wasn’t stupid and guessed the probable cause almost immediately. He wasn’t a stranger to being bullied in school, but he didn’t had the chance to attend his classes too long. Dick however had the full experience and apparently it was bad. And the fact that Dick could have taken down his tormentors in a few seconds flat but couldn’t had to add the salt to injury.

For a moment Jason wondered why Dick even went to this reunion. Then some flashes of the cameras light up the surroundings and, yeah, right. Dick Grayson was a public person, it would be suspicious if he didn’t show to this party and the following scandal that was sure to be created by the gossip columns just wasn’t worth it. But that meant Dick couldn’t do anything if whoever had tormented him didn’t grow the fuck up and tried something for the same reasons.

Suddenly Jason’s role in this mess became clear to him. Dick didn’t want to take anyone else with him not only because he wanted Jason, but because they were widely known as well and had certain expectations to fulfill in the public eye. But Jason? Jason was nobody. He had a clean slate and could be practically anyone he wanted and do whatever he wanted. And having his hot date punching people in Dick’s defense was a lot more manageable scandal than the possible others.

Still, it didn’t make Red Hood any less irritated that the Golden Boy wasn’t upfront with him about the situation and still proceeded to have his fun, but keeping a more attentive eye on Dick through the evening. The Golden Boy was adorably flustered when Jason did nice things for him like bringing him some food or drink or whisking him away from highly uncomfortable conversations playing the good boyfriend card harder than was strictly necessary. Other than those random moments Jason left Dick alone stating, despite Nightwing’s dismay, that he won’t interfere with Dick’s reconnecting with his peers and went to mingle and pretend to fish for a non existent information. Red Hood caught a few wistful glances Dick send his way, but did nothing about it. Let Dick stew in the reality of his own making.

Ever since their entrance they both gathered jealous looks from some people. Dick more than Jason and hell, if it didn’t make Red Hood preen. In the course of the evening, Jason got hit on five times already. He let himself flirt a little, but ultimately turned the suitors down. One of them, a pretty woman just left with a huff she couldn’t quite hide when Jason glanced to check on Dick and found him all tense and posed to retreat.

At first Dick was too nervous, so Jason stuck close to him, reminding him of his presence. As the evening progressed the acrobat relaxed more and more and Red Hood decided he would be fine on his own and increased the distance between them. But now a single man had Nightwing jumping into flight mode in an instant. So this was it then. Jason finished his drink in one gulp and made his way over. It was his time to shine.

Despite everything Dick was having a good time. There were a few bumps here and there, but he managed to get through them on his own or with Jason’s help. However all good things didn’t last, not in this company at least, so Dick was hardly surprised to hear a posh snotty voice – even snottier than Damian’s and that was saying something – slightly deeper than he remembered calling his name. With dread he turned around and his fears were confirmed as he came face to face with his high school nemesis – Nathan Canavan.

“It is you, Grayson,” Nathan sneered. “Still living off of Wayne’s money like the charity case you are, I see. You have to be really good for Wayne to keep you this long.” He eyed Dick up and down making the acrobat feel dirty just from that, “I can see the appeal.”

Dick contemplated just fleeing the scene, but a hand landed on his lower back rubbing soothing circles and a solid body plastered itself along his right side. Dick leaned against it gratefully, instantly feeling better and grinning inwardly in delight as Nathan’s eyes widened in fear.

Canavan was solidly build, he was Dick’s height but had more muscle mass than the acrobat, making him bigger and probably stronger. Clearly he was counting on that as he approached Grayson to do whatever he had planned. But Jason was still taller and bigger, especially when he puffed out his chest, making the seams of his shirt scream in protest as his muscles buffed out in already too tight clothes.

“Who’s your friend, Sweetheart?” Jason drawled, sneaking a possessive arm around Dick’s waist making him shiver.

“Jason,” Dick allowed a fraction of the smug grin appear on his face, “this is Nathan Canavan.”

“Pleased to meet you,” Red Hood stated pleasantly, extending his hand.

“Likewise,” Nathan replied faintly, paling as Jason put far more strength into the handshake that was considered polite accompanied by a warning glare.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Jason apologized, “but Dick expects a call in a minute, so we need to find someplace quiet.”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Canavan stammered hurriedly. “I was just leaving anyway, just came over to say ‘hi’.”

“Mhm,” Red Hood hummed and tugged Dick outside of the ball room, through the back entrance to the cool air outside.

Dick didn’t even know he was shaking until Jason leaned against the railing and pulled him flush against him, rubbing his hands along his spine, murmuring soothing nothings.

“Thank you,” the acrobat leaned back when he felt steady enough, but Jason kept him trapped, looping his arms around his waist loosely.

They looked each other in the eyes, the air around them suddenly charged with something.

“Jason?” Dick asked in confusion as he realized Red Hood’s face was getting closer to his own.

Hot mouth collided gently with his own, sending a shock of electricity through Dicks’ body. His lips parted automatically, but before Jason could take advantage of the invitation Dick pulled away abruptly, remembering.

Jason hummed questioningly.

Dick looked down, guilty and ashamed.

“I lied,” he confessed.

“I know,” Red Hood said, the corner of his mouth quirking up in amusement.

“There isn’t a case,” Dick continued.

“I know,” Jason repeated.

Dick didn’t register what he said, too determined to explain himself fully.

“I just wanted you to be my date. Not just today, but period.”

Jason smiled fondly and gently hooked a finger under other man’s chin to lift his head up. He leaned in closer.

“I know,” he stated and placed another kiss on those plush lips.

It took Dick a few seconds to pull back again this time.

“What?” he asked with wide blue eyes, shocked and yet hopeful.

“Can I kiss you?” Jason huffed out with an irritated breath.

“Y-yes,” Dick replied breathlessly. “But-”

“Good,” Jason purred, pulling Dick closer. “Kissing time now, shut up.”

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