#but since i am unsure it's only 50% fucker

[fictional-worlds-are-exquisite]

my knee has been playing up all day and it’s been pissing me off because there’s nothing WRONG with it, my body’s just being an asshole and giving me pain for no reason

and it just twinged before and I slapped it (i cope very well with my chronic pain problems thank you for asking) but I hit the exact right spot to make it buckle under me sdfjkhsldfhsdf i deserved this but boy was it unexpected

#me: fucker. stop it. fuck you [slaps knee] #my knee: aight i'll stop it. stop functioning that is [buckles] #me: [clutching my bed to stop my fall] nO NOT LIKE THAT #i have learnt my lesson #that is a lie i never learn my lesson #i slapped my shoulder not long after because it twinged #oh yeah my shoulder's been playing up today too #fucker #but less of a fucker #because i'm curious if there's actually something wrong with it not just the usual pain #it's likely it's just the usual pain #but since i am unsure it's only 50% fucker #what's my shoulder gonna do though? dislocate? #actually yeah maybe it does start to come out of the socket sometimes #you know what i'm gonna stop slapping my body #solid plan

[demonologistfucker]

WIP Angel MC! x Obey Me pt 2

Part Two - The Museum date with Satan. This is just a ruff of what I got so far. I am enjoying this but i Haven’t had a lot of focus for writing. So I just wanna share what I got so far.

Step into the shoes of an intellectual. I know they are uncomfortable, but these are cushioned with a bias outside human prejudice. They have their own prejudices of course, it’s just not As silly as a humans…. Either way, it’s a different way of looking at history. There is no need to keep colonial powers looking refined and noble.

This museum is not full of anything Real. They are all magical replicas of artifacts long burned, brutalized and forgotten. While it could be enlightening to a great deal of humanity. The plaques mainly speak of the demons who worked along with those doing the burning. It left a rather sick feeling in the angel’s stomach. While showing off the great wonder that was ruined. People still boasted about causing the burning. 

Satan did a better job explaining the history. He was detached. Thinking about the matter as a history, and could talk about it easily. Yet when he turned to MC. They had tears in their eyes. Thinking of what it felt like to just be a people, and slaughtered for living. The Angel felt the reality. Both marveling at the people who could create such art and monuments, and the utter despair at how this art came to the Angel’s eyes. So Eventually the Angel started to tune out the world around them, and focused more on their guide. A stranger who was still linked arms with MC. 

“I have a question,” MC looks up into Satan’s eyes. 

“I might have an answer,” The corner of Satan’s mouth pulled into a sharp smile.

“Do you view angels and demons as enemies?” MC watches Satan’s face closely. His eyebrows shot up for only a second. A brief flash of surprise, and then quickly to thought. His gaze drifting upwards as he rolled the matter over in his mind. 

“I think about this a lot, actually,” Satan rubs his chin. “I’m unsure. We are certainly told that we are opposites, but if we looked at the data, I think we’d find something else.” Satan chews on the thought, “There is a whole research of study on whether good even exists, yet there is a realm that claims to obtain All Good. Or define what it is. Which is just ridiculous, and as you can see.” Satan puts a hand on his chest. “Demons are not raging beasts. Sin has its place in reality. Too much of it would be disastrous, true, but not enough would also be a problem.” Satan kept his gaze away from the Angel. Not truly wanting to see them get upset about his stance. 

“Can you give me an example?” MC tilts their head. “No one’s talked about sin like that before.”

“Well… Let’s use wrath. Wrath being deemed a sin which is reasonable at first. Being angry and destructive is not helpful. However, wrath has been brought out to protect children, or to fight for justice. Wrath without thought is bad, but it is not bad in itself.” Satan glances at MC to see their expression. Then stays when he sees that MC is thinking it over. 

“What matters is how it’s used.” MC says softly. To which Satan nods. “There are plenty of supposedly holy people who are really cruel to keep their virtues.” Now both MC and Satan are sharing a smile. “Some of those people really are the worst. They manage to live up to His standards and yet are still-” MC grits their teeth. 

“Bastards? Fuckers?” Satan tries to keep a helpful face, but can’t help the corner of his mouth twitch up. 

“Yes!” MC shakes their head to let out some frustration. “Then they summon me to bring them to the bathhouse.” 

“You have to bring humans to bathhouses?”

“Where ever they want to go. It is their ‘paradise’ after all, and since I’m not a high ranking angel, so I’m basically supposed to care take for whatever human souls are around me.” 

“That sounds… Infuriating.” Satan says politely. He’s overjoyed to see the Angel seething with annoyance, but then something drowns it out. Their face falls and goes back to a placid expression. 

“It’s the duty of an angel.” MC’s voice is dryer than before. 

“Hmm…” Satan realizes he shouldn’t be staring at the Angel and looks back to whatever exhibit they had landed in front of. “Do you like your duties?”

“Do you like yours?” The Angel looks blankly ahead.

“Ours are very different. I simply Am the avatar. I can spend my days reading and be finishing my duty.”

“Really?” MC looks up in surprises. 

“Well, sorta of,” Satan chuckles. “I have RAD duties I can’t get out of, But that’s my choice in the end. I respect Diavolo enough to agree to his leadership, and RAD is his domain, so I do it for him.” Satan shrugs. “They don’t take up too much time for an immortal anyways.”

“That’s… so different from Heaven. I get maybe five hours to myself a day?” MC can’t even give an accurate number. Keeping track just makes it worse. “It’s all preselected work, too. We have no choice it what domains we’re put under.”

“No choice at all?”

“Supposedly it’s from the Divine plan,” MC rolls their eyes. “But I’m unsure of it.”

“No plan is ever perfect, let alone one made from one mind alone.” Even as Satan says this, he is prepared for a fight. His few conversations with angel’s before him had always ended in one. Angels devoted their existences to this divine plan. Critiquing it was a critique of everything they stood for. Instead, MC just nods. Their eyes overwhelmed in sadness. So Satan takes a deep breath and refocuses on the world around them. 

“It is amazing what humans are able to turn rocks into,” Satan looks at the old stone statue with amazement. 

“I’ve tried to do it before, and I can never manage.” MC tapped their chin as they reminisced. “They can make rock smooth, as if they were just pinching clay.”

“I can’t even work clay well.” Satan chuckles. Then there is silence as MC’s mind wanders down a bunny trail.

“Earlier they said that I would be attending school, is that true?” Satan nods. “Weird,” MC begins to laugh. 

“Why do you laugh? I will also be attending.” Satan says this even though he finds the whole school situation fairly fun himself. Still remembers the dinner when Lucifer broke the news that joining RAD also meant having to go through university again. They had completed their courses millennia ago. Satan was honestly a little excited. Brushing up his skills wouldn’t be the worst time. Though, all the other students sounded rather stressful.

“It will be curious. I didn’t expect to be introduced to Hell this way. It’s just… Okay, you’ll understand if I tell you how I imagine this, Exchange, would go in the Celestial realm.” Satan nods and leans back. Ready to listen. “Greeted with trumpets, obviously.” Satan rolls his eyes. “Then a personal conversation with It.” This makes Satan chuckle. “Then guided around the Celestial realm to all its numerous wonders. Shown the polished paradise where you can indulge in Nearly anything.” MC lifts a finger up with a crooked grin. “Though, you Can’t be a sinner, so you must be nice to Everyone you meet. No matter how annoying. If an Issue arises, you have to bring it up at court, and have it processed. It’s worse for angels, but guests wouldn’t see that. It would take months to see the court bit anyway. It would all be Sickly sweet.”

“And here you met a busy prince, told you had to go to school, and left to get eaten.” Satan keeps his head forward, but glances to see the angel’s reaction. 

“I’m enjoying it a lot.” MC smiles. 

“Not worried about your safety?” 

“Not Much,” MC Shrugs. “I don’t think I’ll be totally helpless,” Then MC looks to Satan’s face. Which seems to loudly be saying ‘okay, tell yourself that sweetheart’. “Do you think I should worry?”

“I think it was wise that you asked for a guide,” 

“Me to,” MC smiled, “I like your company.” MC pulls the hand they have clasped with Satan’s closer. For a moment, holding Satan against them. Letting their wing brush against his back. Then MC eases back. Failing to hide a blush that ran across their face. “ Just don’t imagine me helpless.”

“I could never.” Satan smiles softly. “I am the Avatar of wrath after all, and as I can tell.” He looks down at his open hand. Pretending to hold a board. “You have indulged in my sin at least six times.” A humorously low number for Satan. The average human indulged in it at least 50 times by their first birthday. That’s for a remarkably well tempered child, too. 

“That high?” MC winces, but then straightens their spines. Remember Why that had indulged, and feeling proud of that choice. 

“That is very low, and I think it would be good for your health to indulge in it a little more.”

    “Is this how you became friends with Alexander?”

“It’s how I became much more than friends, Dear.” Satan puts a hand on his chest. Looking utterly too proud of himself. MC grimace only deepened as they felt their face heat up. They are saved by an alert on Satan’s D.D.D. “I am afraid I have dinner soon. Your human roommate will be at purgatory hall for dinner, though. I can walk you back if you like?” Satan looks rather annoyed at his phone, but his face relaxes as he looks at MC. 

“That would be nice,” MC smiles and can feel the heat once again rise in their face and chest. “What on your D.D.D made you so upset?”

“Oh, you could see that?” Satan looks rather apologetic. 

“Clear as day, man,” MC has to try and not laugh. 

 “The message came from Lucifer,” Again he says the name with such disgust. MC wants to giggle. “He was reminded I must come to dinner and meet the new human.”

    “The face you just made,” MC has to put a hand over their mouth. Thankfully, they were almost out of the museum. But on the way on they got a couple glares from the Serious Observers. “What about this new human is so upsetting?”

    “Oh it’s not them,” Satan grimaces, but then straightens his spine. 

    “Then what is it?” 

“The process of picking was idiotic. It took four years for them to finally decided on what three humans to pick. The last one was completely random, it turns out.” Satan takes a deep breath. “I left the project after the first human was picked.”

“Who are they?”

“Solomon.” Satan says with a grimace. Left is a gentle way of putting what Satan did when Solomon was picked. The table was thrown through the wall and Satan marched out through the hole. 

“Who?”

“You don’t know? Oh, right… Angel wouldn’t hear about him, I guess.” Satan chews on his lip for a second. “He is an ancient king who managed to get pacts with 72 demons, and accidentally became immortal.” Satan’s has a great number of suspicions about Solomon. There are barely any humans who have One pact with a demon. Yet this human managed to get 72, and immortality. While also maintaining a beloved relationship with a great number of people. To Satan, this reeked of evil in hiding. “He’s also a super powerful wizard and has gone through the university magic program so many times he rewrote a portion of it.”

“So that’s who they picked to show off the magical prowess, huh?”

“It doesn’t even work,” Satan groans. Satan had sat through hours of meetings debating which humans to brings, and how their presence would affect the experience for Other humans in the trip. They fisted wanted a human who had some understanding of the magical to be a grounding force for the other two. Satan had many suggestions of Other magicians who could do a job. Magicians who did have 72 pacts with demons. One of whom being his younger Sibling. “We should have picked a human who could actually use the program. He was a powerful magician before coming to our school. He used it to have fun and meet people.“ 

“So he’s open to fun?” MC bounces slightly as they walk. 

“He can be… but he’s often looking out for himself first.” Since Satan so clearly distrusts Solomon. MC chooses to ignore this, and instead is excited to meet this weird wizard.

“Ah, prioritizing ones own needs. The gift of the ego… that we all have.” MC smirks. Feeling that MC was poking fun at Satan. He bristled and turned a lovely read. 

“It’s not just ego,” Satan huffs. “How could he make so many pacts without being devious?” 

“I don’t know,” MC shrugs. “Have you asked him?”

“No,” Satan looks aghast. “He’s a cunning being, I can’t just ask him.”

“I’ve heard cunning humans can be the most fun,” MC is now starting to walk back to campus with a little more speed. 

“Who would say that?” Satan looks bewildered at the little angel. 

“Simeon,” MC says, unbothered by Satan’s judgement. 

“He enjoys Lucifer’s company, I would not blindly trust Simeon’s taste.” Satan’s lip curls upward when he mentions Lucifer. MC thought on the matter. Simeon had given Lucifer a hug. When it was rather clear that Lucifer was Not a hugger. 

“Do you know if Simeon and Lucifer know each other? I’ve never heard Simeon talk about him, but it’s also frowned upon to talk about him in general.”

“I wouldn’t know, but Lucifer did spend the most time in heaven out of all of us,”

“Ah, who’s Us?”

“Oh my brothers,” Satan sighs, “They might know if Simeon and Lucifer have a history, but I won’t be asking for you.” 

“That’s fair,” MC nods. 

“Do they not talk about the revolution in the celestial realm?”

“Only brief mention. He doesn’t like it being brought up so… most just avoid the topic. I really don’t know much about it.”

“Hmm,” Satan frowns. He didn’t want to strike Lucifer’s ego, but what he did is important history. “I might have some history books you could borrow if you’d like.” It was strange being confronted with the Angel’s reality. Satan couldn’t imagine a life without living in the shadow of that revolution. His exists was born from its grief and agony, and this Angel knew of it only in passing. Did that mean they didn’t know his history at all? 

“Oh, that would be nice, but” The Angel blushes and closes their eyes.” I’m not the best of readers. My eyes get distracted?”

“I have heard of conditions similar to that,” Satan nods, “Well the topic is a heavy one, but if you wanted I could explain our side of the history some time.” They were now walking down the path to Purgatory hall. Satan felt is stomach dip at the thought of leaving. Next would be a dinner of more polite conversation. With the chance, he’d be living with two new assholes now. “If you wanted I could put my contact in your D.D.D. That way we can schedule, and If you need a guide again-” His words faltered as the blush becomes too hot. 

“I would like that very much.” MC Smiles and hands over their D.D.D.

“Oh-” Satan just finished it with a smile, and then takes the D.D.D. With thin fingers he types it all in. “I do have a schedule, so I can’t be your guide always but,” Satan looks into the Angel’s eyes, and feels his heart get stuck in his throat. “Don’t be afraid to ask.”

“I definitely won’t,” MC says, even though their heart was starting to race. MC stumbled as they hit the first steps up into Purgatory hall. “Thank you for taking me around.” MC’s wings flutter slightly, trying to dispel anxiety. “It was really nice getting to know you.”

“It was truly a pleasure,” Satan smiles, and then bows low to the Angel. As he rises, he keeps his eyes steady with MC’s gaze. There is a heartbeat where they are both caught staring at each other. Satan should be going home now, and the Angel should be heading inside. Instead, they both linger. Feeling their hearts surging in their chests, and wondering what they can possibly do about it. “I hope you enjoy your dinner,” Satan regrets the words instantly, but his feet are already moving to walk away. 

“You to!” The Angel blurts, feeling horribly awkward, but also thrilled. The nerves of wanting to make a good impression. As they watched the elegant blond walk away. MC could still feel excitement brewing within them. 

The feeling lingered as MC walked into the main doors of Purgatory Hall. Already they could feel that something was different within the building. A new presence shifted the home's energy. The air now had the smell of a laboratory. MC wandered down the hall till they reached the kitchen. Which is where they found Simeon, Luke, and a stranger gathered around the Oven. The Stranger was tall with bright white hair. The light in his eyes was unmistakably human, but something was off. 

“Are you certain it’s supposed to look like that?” Simeon squinted at the Oven. 

“I have never done this before,” The Strange says easily, but both Simeon and Luke look utterly terrified. 

“What’s going on?” MC asks as they walk behind Luke to get a view of what’s going on. “Why is it...cracked?”

“I believe that’s a part of the baking process,” The stranger smiles warmly and then extend a hand to MC. “My name’s Solomon, I am the human exchange student who will be living with you three.”

“I’m MC,” They take Solomon’s hand. His hand is surprisingly dense and cold. Heavier than the Angel had expected. “I thought there were three humans?”

“Indeed, but the other humans get to live with the brothers.” Solomon sighs. “I still don’t understand why they get to be close to the princes of Hell and not me.” Solomon actually did have a guess why, but he wanted to pout about it.

“Do you want to hear Lucifer and Mammon fighting with each other all the time?” Simeon chuckles.

“That’s a fair point,” Solomon nods. “Not to seem like I’m complaining about being with you three,” MC hadn’t even considered that Solomon might not be happy to be staying with three angels. Now though they had to think about it. A man with 72 pacts with demons might not have the most favorable opinion of angels. MC couldn’t exactly blame him for this, but hoped it wouldn’t get in their way. 

“I think our company is much better than those demons,” Luke tilts up his chin given everyone a good look of his nostrils. 

“Not better,” Simeon tuts, “we our own kind of fun, and will still have plenty of time with the brothers if we choose.” 

“You like them?” Solomon eyes Simeon. 

“Yes,” Simeon smiles genuinely. “I am really happy to see them again.” Solomon nods, and then smiles himself. 

“Me too,”

#wip #angel!mc #obey me #obey me satan #my writing

[onlinepunk]

JULY LISTENS Yeah this is long as FUCK and lots of pop because Kesha is my momther now hahahahahHa

• “Praying” (Single) by Kesha - I cry…..I love my new mother Kesha Rose Sebert. This is truly her comeback anthem and she is so strong and I am so proud and I would kill for her. • “Woman” (Single) by Kesha - This is a really fun song and just as powerful as Praying, but in a much more “I’m embracing who I am now” kind of way. Kinda country and bluesy too I love it!!!! • “Learn to Let Go” (Single) by Kesha - This video also made me cry. I love that she is writing from her heart and putting everything about her on display. Her album Rainbow comes out on August 11th and it will be on next months listens just so you know. • “Lust for Life” by Lana Del Rey - I’ve always been a fan of her aesthetic but never gave any of her albums a true listen. I absolutely love this one though!!! The kind of “Americana” we need in this ugly 2017 bc she was right when she said God bless America and all the beautiful women in it!!! True! Favorite Tracks: Love, Lust for Life, Cherry, Groupie Love, In My Feelings, God Bless America - And All the Beautiful Women In It, When the World Was at War We Kept Dancing, Beautiful People Beautiful Problems, Tomorrow Never Came, Get Free….so, essentially the whole album I guess? • “Melodrama” by Lorde - This bitch is back with a vengeance!! And I love it!!!! Lorde has such a beautiful voice and too many people make fun of her imo, but here she is ruining my entire existence with this album. It’s like a soundtrack to a teenage movie, but a really good one. Favorite Tracks: Green Light, Writer In the Dark, Supercut, Liability (Reprise), Perfect Places • “Boys” (Single) by Charli XCX - Now this is a certified absolute BOP!!!!! Omfg I am just dying for Charli right now. Her new album is great and this single is even more amazing! She also directed the music video for it which features so many cute boys in a non-hypersexual way and I’ve watched it 50 times. • “Fetish” (Single) by Selena Gomez - I love my wife I love my wife I love my wife I love my wife I love my wife!!!!!!!!! I was unsure if I liked this at first, but it really grew on me a lot. The music video really makes it tbh. It’s so strange but gives the song an entirely new connotation. • “Welcome to Aranbi” by Louise Chantál - I found her on insta and liked her style but ended up liking her music even more!!! She has such a sweet voice and is very fresh and talented. Everything about her just makes for such a great aesthetic. Favorite Tracks: Runaway Bride / 1896, Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is, Purple Rain, Tide • Re-Appearing: “Vert” by Wildhood - I started the year with Jordan and here I am again! This is truly one of my favorite albums and I just needed to remind myself. Read my first thoughts by going to January Listens (below)! Favorite Tracks: Psycho Jam, Star Fucker, Only Wonder, Where Have You Been? • Linkin Park - Lastly, as most know, this month Chester Bennington committed suicide. I’ve actually loved Linkin Park since I was really young and have always been such a huge fan of the music. I still am!! I’ve been listening to so much Linkin Park this month from all albums and I literally think I’m just gonna be listening to them for the rest often year. Favorite Tracks: Heavy, Talking to Myself, Numb, Battle Symphony, In The End, What I’ve Done, Somewhere I Belong, Breaking the Habit

STILL LOVING FROM JUNE • “Dua Lipa” by Dua Lipa - Just amazing. New Rules video? I’m deceased • “Woodstock” by Portugal. The Man - Feel It Still is starting to play on the radio more and I’m super happy about it!!!

PREVIOUS MONTHS January | February | March | April | May | June

#music #recent music #Kesha #Lana del Rey #lorde #charli xcx #selena gomez #louise chantál #Louise Chantal #wildhood #linkin park #dua lipa #portugal the man

[kookienomster3]

I Want The Headline (Pt. 26)

Written By: suga-of-daegu BTS Fanfiction Angst WARNING: MATURE CONTENT Mafia/Gang

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“No.”

Jimin leaned back, intent stare drifting over the

resolute expression on Jungkook’s face. What did

he mean no? Jungkook rested his chin on his hands,

elbows digging into his thighs as he stared at his

shattered phone across the street. He shook his head

slowly,

“Before..before she got shot, she wanted to run

away; with me.” He whispered, glancing over at

Jimin, “Y/N wanted to run away with me.” He repeated seriously, “She doesn’t feel anything for

Yoongi, she’s just scared.” Jimin glared at him,

“He kissed her and she didn’t do anything!”

Jungkook shrugged, “He did that before and she

didn’t know how to react that time either.” He

assured them both, “She’s already said that no

matter what she always picks me, no matter what I

do to her. She loves me.”

“She’s Yoong'si-”

“She’s mine.” Jimin suddenly, lashed out, gripping the collar of

Jungkook’s jacket, “You don’t understand!” He

yelled, “You saw him..you saw how he watched

you with her for all of five minutes and then he was

basically you towards her.” Jimin shoved Jungkook

back, “He was you, but he was better. He wasn’t

even serious and she responded immediately! What

about now? Now that he’s intentionally going after

her?”

Jungkook looked unsure for a moment, his brows

creasing. Confessing that he loved her and

intentionally going after her were two different

things. Jimin was hiding something. Raising up to his full height, Jungkook tilted his head in

confusion,

“Where did Yoongi confess to her again?” He

questioned lightly. Uneased by the sudden height

difference, Jimin stood up as well. His fingers

itched at his side, put off by Jungkook’s calculating

stare. Jimin had to tread carefully. No longer high

strung on emotion, Jungkook was actually listening

to what Jimin was saying and trying to piece things

together.

And there was quite a bit that did not fit right. Jimin mentally blanked. He hadn’t expected

Jungkook to recover so quickly. He wasn’t done

playing on his emotions. Jimin had tried to use Jin’s

tactic, but it had failed. Perhaps he should’ve asked

him to properly teach him before he set the

warehouse on fire.

“Oi, fucker, I asked you a question.”

Jimin stepped back instinctively and Jungkook

stepped forward deliberately. The younger man’s

eyes were trained on Jimin’s shoes. Glancing down,

Jimin’s heart dropped at the ash covering his dark sneakers. He had thought he had stomped it all off

when he had checked to make sure the furthest

rooms were ablaze.

But he hadn’t.

And Jungkook was staring straight at them.

“Ju-Jungkook-ah, listen-”

“I am listening.” He cut in darkly. “I’ve been

listening for a while. Your story doesn’t add up.”

He nodded over his shoulders to the billowing

smoke in the east, “And I’ve been watching too.

That fire started after I was here, after I left the warehouse.” Jungkook’s lips tilted up in an irate

smirk, “And you smell like smoke. So you’ve got

ten seconds to tell me Y/N wasn’t in the warehouse

when you set it on fire.”

Jimin shook his head furiously, “She’s with Yoongi,

Yoongi saved her.”

“And where is Yoongi?”

Yoongi twisted the lock on the bedroom door,

hands next moving to the deadbolt. Securing the

deadbolt, he pushed the nightstand in front of the door and shoved a chair under the knob. Tae had

been lingering near the room since Namjoon had

brought Yoongi and Y/N there and Yoongi wasn’t

taking any chances. Asleep on the bed, you laid

perfectly still the blankets pulled up to your chest.

Taking a step back, Yoongi scrutinized his

wrigging, subtly flinching when Taehyung suddenly

tried the lock. “What!? Unlock the door!” he

whined, knocking at it, “I’ll bring her back before

you wake up, I swear.” Yoongi stepped away from

the door, hesitantly sitting on the edge of the bed.

He needed to think of a way out before Tae stopped

playing around and actually got serious about trying

to get in. Sprawled out over the dresser was a map drawn on

sticky notes of the route from the current room they

were into the Namjoon’s office and the main exit.

Yoongi knew how to get out. He just didn’t know

when was the right time and how he was supposed

to tote you and your injured leg. He glanced out the

window as a light passed over it, eyes scanning the

oddly dispersed look outs roaming the grounds.

You sighed.

Yoongi looked at you, surprised to see your eyes

open and staring at him. He had no greeting words

and instead waited for you to say something. Your eyes darted around the room, face contorting in

pain. He shifted over, sitting beside you, hands

gripping your injured thigh,

“It hurts but you have to massage it,” he murmured.

Yoongi met your gaze, “Taehyung has been pacing

outside the door, do not go near it. ” He warned

you, “And if that door ever opens, stay behind me.”

“Where’s Jeon?”

“I don’t know.”

“Where’s Jin-” “I don’t know!” he snapped, “I don’t know where

anyone is but you. The only thing I’m sure about

right now is that you and I are here and I don’t think

we’ll be leaving anytime soon.” His hands slid

away to rub at his temples, “I only know about you

and I.” He repeated softly, “And how we need to get

out of here.”

Suddenly, you piped up, “Jimin.” Yoongi sent you

a sharp glare that had you looking away. “He’s the

last person I remember seeing.” It was Jimin,

claiming that he was taking you to Jungkook and

telling you to trust him. And you end up waking up in some dimmed bedroom with Yoongi. “What

happened?”

“Namjoon..He’s fucking crazy.” Yoongi’s face

slackened, eyes cutting to you, “Choi..Namjoon

gave him a choice to confess he loved you or to die

and he chose death?” You nodded, unsure of how

Yoongi knew this. The man sighed,“ He asked me

same thing. “He admitted, "I just agreed.”

“Why?”

“He was-” Outside Taehyung tried at the door

again, laughing that it was still locked. Yoongi

quietly waited until he had gone silent again before nodding as if that answered everything. “ He called

in Tae and I couldn’t sit there while he did that, so I

said yes.” He steadily leveled his eyes with you,

“And I kissed you to prove it to Namjoon…You

kissed back; you thought I was Jungkook.” Yoongi

leaned forward, hand cupping the back of your neck

to draw you in closer, “Namjoon’s sick..he’s going

to want to see it again and you can’t push me away,

Y/N.” He whispered delicately, “I don’t have any

authority here, I have to listen to him as much as the

next person and so do you.”

“I don’t want to kiss you,” You commented softly.

“I know you don’t, but you have to if you don’t

want to be given to Tae.” Yoongi’s hand dropped,

eyes tracing over the shape of your lips. “Kiss me.”

Your brows furrowed, face turning from him.

Yoongi sighed quietly, gripping your jaw, “This is

how Jungkook does it, right?”

“For now,” Yoongi advised, “Just pretend I’m

Jungkook. Pretend I’m him and respond like you

would to him. At least until I know Namjoon’s not

still interested in seeing this and I can get us out of

this.” He felt you stiffen and his mouth drifted along

your jaw, “I won’t make it difficult for you. I’ll can

be Jungkook for you. I’ll can be him and I can be

better.” He placed a firm kiss on your lips, cold nose

brushing over your cheek. “Then he’s a bit more

gentle, I bet.” A feathery kiss dabbed at your mouth

and Yoongi sighed, “Then he takes control.” His

hand gripped your ponytail, pulling down on it until

your face was tilting up towards Yoongi’s. He

guided you, mouth persistent and constantly shifting

positions.

Just like Jeon.

533

He kissed the corner of your mouth, “Just pretend

for right now.” Yoongi tucked his head against

yours, softly asking, “What’s my name?”

You shied away from him, unwillingly mumbling,

“Jungkook.” He hummed, fingers soothingly

kneading into your scalp as he pulled you back to

him, eyes taking in your flushed appearance. He

went back to the first tactic, tilting your head up to

his, sighing when you slacked, ready for him to take

control. It angered you to admit it, but with your

eyes shut firmly, kissing Yoongi and kissing

Jungkook didn’t felt any different.

He was just like Jeon. It reminded you so much of Jungkook that when his

mouth slid from yours you found yourself

breathlessly whispering, Jungkook’s name. It felt as

if he was there, but in the back of your mind there

was that nagging feeling; warning you that the man

touching you wasn’t Jungkook.

He was just good at imitating him.

And then Yoongi’s mouth was right in your ear, humming his own name to remind you. And that nagging feeling quieted until all you heard was Yoongi’s rumbling voice, and feel of his lips brushing over your ear as he told you his name over and over.

You shivered, feeling his cool fingers tilting your head up again. Lips parting, you expected to be overwhelmed for the third time, but this kiss was slow and deliberate. Yoongi took his time, tongue dragging languidly over your own, teeth tugging at your bottom lip as he took an intake of breath. This was something you secretly hoped Jungkook would have done, but never got the chance to experience.

And overall, you favored it the most.

His mouth slid from yours once more, settling on your ear. Yoongi’s voice quietly rasped, “What’s my name?” And you leaned into his touch, whispering,

“Yoongi.”

#bts #kpop #BTS suga #BTS jimin #BTS jin #BTS jungkook #bts v #BTS rap monster #bts jhope #bts fan fics #btsarmy #angst #smut #IWTH

[1upmushrooms]

“Fazbears: 1985″: The Stupid Ass Thieves Guild.

“Monday. Monday, Monday, Monday.” Porter muttered as he laid stretched out in his bed. 

The old strategy of staying up late in a gambit to exhaust himself to sleep was causing several problems he didn’t need at the moment. This new idea was only one out of several tricks he’d been trying in order to finally fall asleep naturally. Thankfully, this strategy seemed to work wonders. 

“Monday...mon....mmmzz.” Porter slurred, his mind finally being put into sleep mode as Saturday night began turning into Sunday morning.

When he finally woke back up, it certainly wasn’t by choice. Indeed it was instead due to noisy neighbors caroling to each house...well, each house besides his.

“Fuckin’ people singing in the morning.” He muttered, thankful that they skipped his house.

Getting out of bed, Porter begun what he now defined as his morning ritual. The steps were fairly normal.

Step One. He’d do a good ten minute exercise routine of his choice, some days it’d be a jog in place, other days it’d be pull ups, it all depended on his mood really.

Step Two. He’d have his clothes laid out on his bed and then enter the bathroom for a brief shower.

Step Three. He’d put on his clothes, as neatly as he possibly could. Back in Chicago, people he knew would often claim that the one way to figure out he was stressed out would be if he didn’t have enough patience to straighten out his attire.

Step four. He’d make sure no one was watching him, yes even when he was alone, and he’d crouch under his bed to pull out a heavy box titled “Nostalgic Shit”. Upon opening the box, Porter would find about at least $5,134.00′s worth of bills in there. Fazbear’s pay was ok when it came strictly to paying bills, but he still needed something for food, gasoline, emergencies, etc. To make sure not even a single dollar was missing, Porter would count every bill, twice. 

Step Five. He’d then write the number down in a book that was also in the box. If he needed to take money out, Porter would subtract his withdrawal and then write the remaining amount in the book. Once all that was done, Porter would put everything back in the box, close it, and shove it back under his bed.

Final Step. He’d prepare a small breakfast, the most common being an egg and a cup of coffee, and then finally he’d do another exercise routine of his choice.

As the routine was being performed the phone rang, more than once. Porter didn’t pay attention to the total number of rings, hell he didn’t even realize it was ringing at first, but he was sure someone had tried calling him three times. At least that was his estimate.

Porter sat down in his chair and, after finishing his last drop of coffee, picked up the receiver. 

“This is Porter.” He greeted, sitting the mug on an obligatory desk coaster.

“Hello AGGH,” Scott groaned, “Ugh, hello hello! You, errg, you there Porter?”

“What happened to you?” Porter asked, a bit surprised to hear Scott in pain. 

 “Fazbear’s got robbed the other night and uh, I was the, ow, unlucky guard who got hit.”

“Did you try to hit them?”

“I didn’t get the chance I mean, agh, they-they ganged up on me before I even knew they were in the building. I didn’t even hear them crash in.”

“They?”

“I mean, it was one person but I didn’t-couldn’t tell if it was a guy or a girl because they were uh, dressed up in black and all.”

“How hard did they hurt you?” 

“I’m not too damaged, I think. I, the reason I called was because Francis put me on night shift again and, I, I, I wanted to know if you can take my place. I’m really not fit-”

“No problem.” 

“R-really? No problem at all?”

“Yeah.” Porter before getting suspicious, “Why did you think I’d say no?”

“I, I was scared you’d say something, like, ‘No way am I coming in on my day off to do this stupid thing’ or something similar.” 

“Oh.” He said, “Right.”

Scott had a point, that sounded almost exactly like something he’d say, if there were a few curse words peppered in of course. 

“If you don’t mind me asking uh, wh-why are you so cool with filling in for me? I mean uh, no offence, you don’t really seem like the guy who’d do nice stuff like that for nothing.”

“I have my reasons.”

For starters, Porter had actually grown fond of Scott since they first met so he was far more willing to do him an occasional favor than say, Jake or any of the new guys. However, the sheer awkwardness that reveal would inevitably cause convinced him to go with reason B.

“For example, have there been robberies going on before I joined this place?” He asked.

“Y-yeah. At least two from like, I think, months apart.” Scott said reluctantly.

“You remember anything unique about them?”

“Not really uh, well...oh wow.” Scott realized, “I just now remembered. The other robbers were like, really good lock pickers. Like, they’d manage to pick it with no effort and they’d creak it open as noiseless as possible.”

“I’m starting to think these robberies are all connected.” Porter said, “Either it’s the same guy or...waittaminute.”

“What?”

“The guy I caught.” Porter said, “He said something about being told by someone that it was easy to steal cash from Fazbear’s. I think someone’s sending these guys to the pizzeria. My thief just slid by me and immediately headed for the manager’s office, which ended badly for him. Your thief quickly took you out first before getting the cash.”

“That’s interesting.” Scott admitted, “But it all still sounds like, coincidental man.” 

“Did your thief have a gun on you?” 

“Um yeah, they-”

“Mine didn’t.”

“...Ok, that’s a bit weird I’ll give you that but come on.”

“Even if we accept that it can’t be a group doing this, aren’t you open to the idea that it’s one guy who’s obviously learned from his past mistakes?”

“Yeah.” Scott admitted, “This has been the weirdest conversation I’ve had so far in my life.”

“Well then you clearly didn’t have the talk with your parents.” Porter snarked, “But seriously, I think it’d be best if I fill in for you after all. I have a feeling that our ‘friend’ will show up tonight and you really don’t sound like you can handle another night of that right now.”

“Thanks Porter. Alright, I’ll tell Fr-”

“Don’t bother. Let it be a surprise.”

“I can’t do that.”

“That’s what he does.”

“Because he’s a manager, not some security guard.”

“Well, find Jessie and tell her then.” Porter snapped, “However, I don’t want you telling either of them what we’ve been talking about.” 

“Why not?” 

“...Well, what if it turns out you’re right?” Porter lied, “Wouldn’t want to look stupid would we?”

“Umm, I guess?”

“Ok.” Porter said, “Just tell Jessie that I’m filling in for you tonight and if a thief comes around, well they’ll get a surprise of their own.”

“Sounds like a plan! Tell me what happened tomorrow will you?”

“If anything happened, I’ll be sure to do that.” 

Soon they said their farewells and Porter was back to silently sitting in his chair, wondering just what in the hell he had gotten himself into and lamenting that it was all too familiar to a guy like him.

--------

When Porter strolled up to Fazbears at 11:50 PM, he was unsure as to who he wanted to see exit the building, Jessie or Francis. He relaxed himself a little when he saw an olive skinned hand open the door.

“Hey there!” Jessie greeted happily as she exited the pizzeria.

“Jessica.” Porter greeted with a little wave. 

 “Well, it’s all ready for ya.” She said as Porter walked through door, “Hope you don’t get into too much trouble, heh.”

Porter gave a nod as he headed into the security office and signed in. He didn’t even notice that she was outside the security office door.

“Hey, Porter.” 

He had just put on his security belt when he turned around to face her.

“I really appreciate you coming in tonight.” She said, “Scott really needed to heal and I was afraid Francis-”

“It’s not a big deal.” Porter said, “I did what anyone would do.”

“No.” Jessie said seriously, “No one here would anyway. You were quite literally the last person he turned to.”

That was a bit unexpected, though maybe not entirely shocking.

“The last? I knew Jake turned you down but what about Andy?”

“Was ‘sick’.”

“Morris?”

“Had to take care of his children.”

“Not even Tristan?”

“Didn’t even have to ask him. Just by the way he greeted me I knew that guy was drunk off his ass.”

“Fuck.” Porter cursed in disbelief.

“I know.” Jessie said, “And to think I hired those guys so situations like tonight would be easier to take care of. That’s why I was so grateful you offered to take Scott’s place. Seriously, thank you so much.”

Porter stood there for a few seconds and then gave a thumbs up.

“As long as I’m getting paid.” Porter said, sitting down in front of the monitors. “Just curious, was Francis ok with me filling in for Scott?”

“He doesn’t know.” Jessie said with a smirk.

“Oh my.” Porter said, “When will you tell him?”

“I’ll let that fucker find out for himself.” She said deviously, “See you tomorrow Porter, and thanks again!”

Porter waved goodbye as Jessie exited the place and locked the door behind her, leaving Porter the only one there.

“Let the waiting game begin.” 

For about two hours Porter sat at his post, watching the monitors for anything even seemingly out of the ordinary. Part of him hoped there wouldn’t be a visit from the stupid ass thieve’s guild. The other part couldn’t wait to deal with this asswipe. 

Sure enough, as the clock turned to 2:00 AM Porter heard the familiar barely audible sound of the door creaking open. He immediately rose from the chair and silently leaned next to the door of the office. 

“Go who’s back fuckface?” A gruff voice snarled as he barged into the room.

His smug face contorted into confusion as he saw no one at all. That face of confusion then contorted into one of terror as Porter grabbed the thief by the neck and slammed him up against the lockers.

“Expecting someone else?” Porter asked, loosening his grip just a little so the thug could breathe easier.

“Yo-You-You weren’t su-su...” He sputtered frantically.

“I’m the fill in guy for the last one you beat the shit out of.” 

Just by the shape of this man, Porter could tell it was a different guy. He was much bigger and taller than the pipsqueak he dealt with last time. Not that being big meant this guy was good at his job.

“Quick question.” Porter said, “Did someone tell you this place was easy to steal from?”

“Yeah.” The man said darkly with a smirk, “His name was ‘Fuck U. Prick’.”

“Ha ha.” Porter said with a very flat delivery. 

Just then a balled up fist got plunged into the thief’s stomach, causing him to gasp for air.

“It’s ok that you got confused. I probably didn’t ask you the right question.” Porter said, “How bout this? I know that someone’s been ordering people like you to rob this place. Tell me why.”

“I just heard that this was an easy way to grab cash from simple word of mouth buddy.” The man said, “And your paranoid ass ain’t gonna change the facts.”

For five straight seconds Porter stared blankly at the thief as he removed his hand, and then gave him a quick knee to the groin. Once the thief doubled over, Porter then grabbed the guy by the head and repeatedly slammed it against the lockers. 

“STOP STOP!” The thief pleaded, “I’LL TALK I SWEAR TO GOD JUST PLEASE FUCKING STOP!”

Within a few seconds, Porter’s hand was now back on the man’s throat and he was propped back up at the locker. Before he talked, Porter noticed something had dropped out of the thief’s pocket. It was a silver door key that matched the one given to the Fazbear staff. How convenient. 

“Some guy contacted me on Friday, telling me that there was a shitload of money here waiting for me to grab on Saturday night.” The thief said dejectedly, “He told me to take out that one guard and I’d be able to get all the money in the manager’s safe. That’s all.”

“Why’d you come back if that was all?”

“The guy on the phone said that it’d be easy to rob on Sunday too. A total cake walk he said, since it’d be the same guy guarding.” The thief explained, “I mean let’s be honest, that pussy was probably gonna be even easier to deal with since I roughed him up the first time.”

Just then Porter had a sudden urge to snap this guy’s neck right then and there. Fortunately, common sense convinced him to do otherwise. 

“The guy didn’t give his name did he?” Porter asked, already knowing the answer.

“What do you think?” The man grunted, “You didn’t really assume he’d be that stupid did you?”

“Weren’t you even a little suspicious about this guy who claimed that a pizzeria was loaded with cash and easy to steal?”

“I can’t afford to be suspicious.” The thief said viciously, “I’m always having to pull these kinds of jobs for cash. Heh, this is the only time I got caught to-”

“Listen up.” Porter warned, “When you’re down at the station tonight, you use your phone call to get in touch with your contact. Tell him that he better not send anymore of you assholes here, or else I’m gonna start treating you guys a whole lot nastier. Ok?” 

The thief nodded in defeat as Porter threw him to the floor. He then picked up the phone as the thief moaned in pain.

-------

“Some luck you have.” Jessie said shakily, watching the police escort the thief out of the building. 

Porter had told her everything at this point, from the theory he had, to the thief’s story, to even the silver key the thief had. It would’ve been somewhat hard to believe, had she not heard the thief admit everything to the police. 

“You must’ve at least been worried this guy would get the jump over you or something.” She added.

“I was a security guard back in Chicago for a while remember? I’ve dealt with worse.” Porter said, “I tried not to wreck too much stuff this time around.”

That caused Jessie to laugh as she turned to Porter.

“A few more dents on an already dented locker is much better than a broken chair, I’ll give you that.” She said, “Now I’m even happier that you filled in. I can’t, I can’t even imagine what would’ve happened had Scott been working here.”

“It was still unprofessional for Scott to have someone else fill in without telling me.”

Neither of them really wanted to deal with Francis tonight, Jessie especially. But Porter reminded her that he was still the manager and that he deserved to know. Granted, that wasn’t the reason Porter wanted Francis over here but still...

“I’m sorry sweetheart.” Jessie said sarcastically, “You clearly haven’t been told what just happened here so I’ll fill you in. We nearly got robbed by the same guy who robbed us last time, the same robber who already beat the shit out of Scott, and instead of thanking Porter for being here to stop another robbery you’re taking the piss out of Scott for not telling you?!”

“I deserve to be told who’s filling in for who.” Francis snapped, “And you should’ve informed me.” 

“Like you informed me about the malfunctioning camera’s right?”

That shut Francis up for a while as he angrily muttered to himself. Jessie  headed to the door as Porter followed her.

“I can’t promise anything.” Porter said, “But I think these guys are gonna stop hitting us for a long time.”

“You really are a godsend, Porter.” Jessie said with a smile before leaving the pizzeria. 

For the first time in a while, Porter looked almost flattered. It didn’t last though as he quickly walked back into the security office where Francis was pacing around.

“And you!” Francis said pointedly, “Why didn’t you tell either of us this idea you had today?! We could’ve used that information to he-”

“I don’t trust managers. Not when it comes to situations like these.”

“Is that so?” He asked with a scoff as he continued to pace.

“Do you remember that bar and grille in Kansas City my Dad used to own?”

“Ha, which one?” 

“Fair enough. It was called like, the ‘Shallow Swallow’ or something equally stupid. Anyway, a while back there was this shady ass manager named Rick who realized ‘Hey, the building for this bar has been sought after by some really rich fuckers. If I can sell the place, we’d be swimming in green rivers.’”

“Rick was a bit of a dumbass wasn’t he?” Francis asked.

“Dumb or not he tried his hardest to fuck shit up so the bar would have to be sold. Didn’t work out well for him.”

“Your father sure made an example out of him.” Francis said with a laugh, “What’s your point, Porter?”

“I dunno, the way you’ve been running things around here so far....it’s almost like you want this place to shut down.”

Francis screeched to a halt as he turned to face Porter. Just then a thin smile was on his lips.

“The thing about friendly threats Porter,” He said, “Is that they only work with you’re sporting a grin.”

Just then he walked straight up to Porter’s face with an icy stare.

“This isn’t your Father’s business. This is mine, and I’ll do whatever I want with it.”

“It just became my Dad’s business when I got on board.” Porter reminded him, “He wouldn’t be too happy if I lost my job because of you-”.

His little speech was cut off by Francis’ howl of laughter.

“If you think your Daddy’s gonna send his pals over to beat me up because of your job, you really don’t know your Dad the way I do.” 

“Ok, call him up. You’re so confident that he’ll take this well, pick up the phone and tell him.”

Just then, Francis’ shit eating grin faded and an angry scowl took its place. 

“The thing about bluffs Francis,” Porter said, “Is that they only work when you don’t immediately back down the first time someone calls them.”

“Fine.” He said bitterly, “I got the message, alright? There won’t be anymore robberies around here. But don’t you ever get confrontational with me again, you got it?”

“Fair enough.” Porter said as he walked towards the monitors.

Francis then walked towards the door before stopping.

“One more thing, no more of this ‘Francis’ shit.” He demanded, “From now on, you refer to me as ‘Mr. Afton’.” 

#fnaf #Fazbears 1985 au #Good to be back

[xxgothickxx]

So, not only has the company I work for fucked me over my telling us last minute we will be getting a 50% pay cut for the next 2-3 months and UIF will pay us out the other 50% of our salary (which is a gamble because our government is retarded and claiming half the money is missing due to corruption) but now they are also implementing retrenchment. 10% of people need to be cut. Might not sound like a lot, but in my company that is A LOT OF FUCKING PEOPLE. I know we're in tough times at the moment due to Covid and our government putting us in lockdown for longer than what was advised (literally statistics show that being in lockdown even longer will make no difference to us reaching our peek of infections)

And to top it off, our HR has mailed all departments and stores who will be going under retrenchment review. We were told this will only be implemented at 31st July. They have already retrenched 13 people in head office(where I work) alone. My department did not get a mail about going under review. But I got a mail not even directly from my department manager, I was CC'd into a meeting arrangement between myself and her in a boardroom alone. A 12 PERSON BOARDROOM JUST FOR HER AND MYSELF. And I was not given any context about what it is. Now this will all happen on Monday. I have a whole ass weekend to sit and stress about what the actual FUCK this meeting will be about.

Will I be retrenched? Will I be forced to give up half of my pay permanently? Am I going to be told I can work from home? Will I be reprimanded because of my work quality? Will I be praised for being the only fucker that's been coming into work every fucking day since we went into level 4 lockdown?

To me this is the biggest bullshit I've ever experienced when working. Not to blast my own horn, I've been working since I was 15. I've got a bit of expierce under my belt having been part of the workforce for almost 10 years. I've experienced everything from having a plate of food thrown at me (waitress), arranging clothing (retail assistant), media management (Social media manager), bartending in a live metal/rock pub (Bartender/bar manager), to now being the back bone to almost 35 stores nationwide (Operations Assistant/ Procurement)

I've sat though unfair treatment through all of those places. Assault, sexual harassment, sexism, judged for my age, spoken down to, respect a no show, pay cuts, working for no pay whatsoever. But this unsure, eggshell walking, tiptoeing in this company? Not being able to be upfront with your fucking employees??

I'VE NEVER SEEN BULLSHIT LIKE THIS

Anyways, not sure if I'll have a job by Monday though, uwu 😗✌️

#Personal #Work #Never hated an employer like this #I hate them with my enite soul #If they weren't paying my billz #The amount of strength and soul I'll punch into their throats #Fuck God give me strength because these people work know th rage that will hit them on Monday #Am I being petty and childish? #Yes #Yes I am #And I don't give a flying FUCK

[stardustizuku]

Gay Best Friend

Okay. Here's the thing. Ochako was a good friend, if she dared say so herself, great even! She had met Izuku on high school, and ever since then they had been inseparable. She also dared to say she had been an amazing girlfriend. For the good three months they lasted. And Ochako was such a good friend that here she was: four in the morning, pajama’s on, tired as heck, staring at his ex-boyfriend pace through the hall trying to find the guts to tell her something. Izuku, all in all and to his credit, had been an equally amazing boyfriend, which is kind of sad, because the reason they broke up was because he's gay. Well, officially, that wasn't the reason. What had Deku said was the reason? Something about giving each other time, and friends being better than lovers, or some bullshit like that; Ochako hadn't really paid attention. Izuku was so far in the closet she doubted he even realized. Hell, most wouldn’t have noticed at all. Izuku was such an incredibly perfect boyfriend that if Ochako hadn't been his friend since high school and bisexual herself she would, to this day, believe Izuku was a hundredth percent straight, and she was just a shitty girlfriend. But, hey, every datemate had flaws. It just so happened that Izuku's was he liked dick more than pussy and everyone should be accepting over this fact. At least, that was what she had told Iida before he told her she was just being heart broken and seeing Izuku through pain lenses to make up a reason why he broke up with her. Which she wasn't. "So, are we going to stay here up all night or…?" Ochako asked, bored, playing with the keyboard of his phone. She was messaging Jiro. Something about a party of some sorts. She was too sleepy to actually pay attention. "Ochako, this is serious," Deku said, playing with his hands in nervousness. "Did you kill someone?" Ochako asked, setting her phone down to see Izuku, "because if that's so, I know where we can hide the body-" "What-? No!" Deku said, uncomfortable. Ochako smirked. "I didn’t kill anyone." "Then it's not serious at all," Ochako pointed out, and then shrugged, "spill the beans, man. It's four am, I want to sleep-" "I'm gay," he sported out, his face completely red, hands shaking and eyes closed. Ochako knew this was something big for Izuku. She knew. But. She couldn't bring herself to react. "Oh," she said, her face back to the phone, "okay." "What do you mean okay!?" Deku asked, looking at Ochako in panic, "I'm gay, Ochako!" "Oh, sorry, allow me to be surprised," Ochako said, setting down her phone. She put here hand over her mouth, exaggerating a surprised filled look and said out loud, "gasp!" Her face then turned neutral. "Happy?" "Don’t say 'gasp' out loud," Izuku complained, "I'm gay, this should be ground breaking!" "Excuse me, but you're telling this to your best friend since high school, ex-girlfriend and fellow lgbt partner," she said, raising an eyebrow, "I've known since we met, so why the fu-" "Since we met!?" Izuku asked, completely shocked, "I just found out last month!' "Talk about slow reaction," she wondered out loud, and then opened her eyes widely, "wait, does this mean you weren't hitting on that dude at Wall-Mart? Shit, I owe Momo an apology…" "What?" Izuku asked, confused out of the nowhere. "Long story short, the whole mess at Wall-Mart was caused by Momo to get that guy's attention towards you," Ochako said a bit embarrassed, "that seems even more pointless now…especially after all she had to go through with the guards…" "Momo /knows/ I'm gay? Before I knew?" Izuku jus stared at Ochako, who simply shrugged "The only one who doesn’t think you're gay is Iida- which reminds me!" She typed something in her phone. It was a conversation chat with Iida. Sonic < you owe me twenty > < and you pay deku's first date > "I hope you already have someone you want to ask out, because Iida is paying your date," she said with a bright smile, tossing her phone out. "After two years I finally completed that bet." "You were placing bets on me?" By this point Izuku was already on the floor, his hands in his hair. "In my defense, it was during high school before you asked me out," Ochako said, trying to defend herself, "and can you blame us?" "How did you find out?" Izuku asked, looking up to his friend. Ochako shrugged. "I mean, you have a bisexual best friend, an ace best man, two lesbian girls and a pansexual chick- two which are already dating-, and your childhood friend is a trans man," Ochako listed everything counting with her fingers. Then she got up, and walked to the corner off the room. "You don’t exactly give off the "Straight Best Friend" vibes…" "Still, I expected you to, react…" Izuku said, looking at his friend walk towards her guitar, "wait, what are you doing." "You want me to react?" She took the guitar and began strumming though the strings, a wide smile in her face, which was never good. "I shall sing a requiem tonight. To your, inexistent, straightness." "Oh no," izuku hid his face, as he paled. Ochako began strumming the same two chords and singing in an awful of key voice. "I think you're hot and i think you're sweet, and think you're gay and i think you're neat," Ochako sang, her eyes mischievously at Izuku, "okay, okay, said my boyfriend's gay, but what does it matter anyway?" "Please, Ochako stop," Izuku begged, but her wide grin wasn't going away, an instead of stopping, she began singing as she walked nearer towards him. "You haven't come out of the closet yet, 'till then I'll take all I can get," she dragged the last syllable with an angelic face, before completely changing to the one of the devil himself and screamed, "TWO, THREE, FOUR!" "You don't think I've known, but I know, I know I've always known!" Ochako started singing louder, jumping up and down like a pop star, making Izuku grown and hide his face, "you don’t think it shows but it shows for sure, it's always shown." Izuku ran away to the other side of the apartment to hide from her. "You might think it's a little sad, but he's the best lover I've ever had!" "Really?" Deku asked, from the other side of the room. "You're the /only/ lover I've ever had, Deku," Ochako said, rolling her eyes. But then smiled and continued singing. "At night when we're lying in bed he's not hard, it's okay 'cause he gives me head!" "Ochako!" Deku finally stopped escaping, in turn choosing to quickly retrieve the guitar before she started screaming more thing, when the neighboring apartments could hear. "Like my mom always said, 'it takes more than a pound to be good in bed!'" Ochako began laughing full force, as Izuku chased her down the apartment, "stop! Don't hurt my baby!" "I hate you!" Deku was also screaming at this point, but he was also laughing. He reached out for her, and snatched the guitar from her hands. "Got it!" "Okay, I lost my sword," she said, sounding defeated, but if Izuku knew something from befriending Ochako, was that she never gave up, "I'll just use my fist!" After carefully returning the guitar to his place, Izuku was attacked by a tiny 50 kilos girl of pure evil. "Ochako stop!" He laughed as he felt her tiny hands all over his stomach. She was tickling him, or in other words, killing him. "I give up! I give up!" "Ladies and gentleman, the Queen of Tickles comes out undefeated once again," Ochako said, bowing towards an invisible audience. Followed, she dropped right besides Izuku. "Ochako please," Izuku said, his eyes staring at the ceiling, lying on the cold hard ground,"it's four am…" "Oh come one, who is-" Ochako tried to say, but was interrupted by a loud bang coming from upstairs. "If you fuckers are done, shut it! People are trying to sleep here!" Both of them recognized the voice, and grimaced. "We woke up Kaachan," Izuku said and sighed. "He's going to be royally pissed in the morning…" Ochako laughed, "Technically, it's already morning," Izuku commented, looking out of the window. "Nope, it's not morning until I wake up," Ochako said, with a smug look, "god bless afternoon classes." "Lucky." Izuku sighed. "I need to be in the campus in four hours and I barely got any sleep because I was so nervous on coming out…And my sadist of a roommate said she already knew. Perfect." "If it serves as consolation," Ochako said, staring intensely at the ceiling, "only us six know. And we kind of accepted you since high school." "Not much but I'll take what I can get." Izuku closed his eyes, unsure of how to react. Ochako looked at her best friend, worried. Maybe she had overdone it with the song. "On the bright side, I already have your date paid, and fifty dollars in my pocket," Ochako tried to cheer him up, "I think we can buy a dildo with that…" "Ochako!" Izuku screamed, suddenly really embarrassed, and Ochako laughed. "Go to sleep!"" The yell came from above, and Izuku covered his mouth. "How much is a dildo anyway?" Ochako asked, frowning, "if it's below fifty, I am so buying it." "Please don’t," Izuku said, and his face couldn’t be more red. "Who says it's for you?" Ochako grinned, and Izuku burst into laugher. "Come on, science guy, you need to sleep." "I don’t want to move…" Izuku groaned, curling up in a little ball, as Ochako got up from the floor. "Well, okay." Ochako shrugged, and without missing a beat, she picked up Izuku. "Did you lose weight?" "This is the worst day of my life." Izuku said, hiding his face behind his hands. "Izuku." Deku was startled by the serious voice of Ochako, accomplices by his given name, instead of her usual cheerful 'Deku'. "I know it took a lot of courage for you to come out to me…I'm glad you told me...and if you ever need anything, I'm here for you." "Thank you, Ochako," Izuku said with genuine gratitude. "…And please don't buy the dildo." "You can't stop me." Ochako grinned.

#ochadeku #if no one writes my platonic ochadeku then #i will #uraraka ochako #midoriya izuku #im posting this on mobile bcs im lazy