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blushblushbear · 1 year

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Hi there! Can I have some headcanons about how Volks, Anon and Scale would react when they realize they have a crush on someone? And how do you think they would confess pls?

Volks

okay so legit I think Volks either doesn't noticed or will not admit to himself that he has a crush

for like

a while

like a while while

somewhere in his dumb little head he's like 'wow, I can't stop thinking about them.... that must mean they're my mortal enemy and my brain is still stuck on how to defeat them'

I legit think he's probably not had too too many good exchanges with people in the past (see my Volks headcanons but short version everyone always wants something from him)

so he legit doesn't understand what he's feeling

I think the realization hits him when it's beyond clear to everyone else that he's completely in love

and it kinda comes out of nowhere from him

like you're talking about something and you just laugh and he realizes, 'oh.'

I think he stops listening at that point cause he's surprised how he never noticed before

and he realizes it isn't out of nowhere, it's been there for a long time

you'd think he'd be upset about it or something but I actually think he's pretty warm and soft about it

at least to himself

when you ask him what's up he gets embarrassed and dodges an accusations that he's acting funny

He's actually pretty nervous and flustered about the whole thing

I actually think he confesses at the end of that day

He's walking you home and just outside your door he kind of just stops and stares

it's a mix of anxious and excited on his face, and he clearly has something he wants to say but he's trying to figure out how to say it

you ask him what's up and he just looks you straight in the eye and says 'I love you.' with no holding back. no restraint. he's the surest he's ever been about anything.

I think the thing that surprises him the most over all is how much he likes being in love

He's not sure if that's normal or if it's cause it's you

Anon

oh boy Anon

won't lie he's a little 'oh shit.' when he realizes

I think it takes him about a month

maybe just short of that

once he realizes he accepts it pretty quickly and starts making a plan of attack

he can't afford to screw this up, so he needs to play it out perfectly

(at least so he thinks, dork lol)

like how Anon approaches anything, it's time to do some hard research

More so than what he was already doing unconsciously (looking back, he's kind of mad at himself for not realizing he was going all doki eye'd sooner)

he's researching and planning for about a week and a half, until, finally-- he has the perfect plan

step one is to ask you out in a cute but casual way

very Meet Cute but without the meeting part since you two already know each other (so just cute???)

step two; gank you with the perfect date (which he planned out using his week of research)

If all goes well, he's going to end the evening by asking you if you wanna make this duo permanent

Scale

UGH

Scale

This fucking drama queen

this angst lord

this brood dude with an extra attitude

Scale realizes his feelings pretty quickly and he is in TURMOIL about it

lots of 'alas poor me, I could never tell them how I feel, I could never bring them into such a dangerous world as mine. no, I must walk this path alone'

and on god that shit goes on for like a month

until after a while he notices how well you are surviving just being his friend so he figures, what the hell, let the seduction begin!

(not to mention he was doing a shitty job at keeping away from you anyways and the thought of having to watch from the shadows as you have a passionate romance with someone else kind of pushed his hand more than he will ever admit)

as for how he'd confess--

I think he tries some very cool and daring things that ultimately end up failing

each time he is SURE he's go the perfect act of assassin radness that will practically have YOU confessing to HIM

but every time he gets too nervous and fucks it all up in the end

he is REALLY not used to being this flustered or nervous

after one too many failed attempts he starts getting really pouty

you ask him what's up and he flat out says 'I've been trying to confess my crush to you in a really cool way, but I keep messing everything up!' without realizing that that was basically a confession right there

it actually takes him a beat to realize what he's said

and then he goes into panic mode

'FORGET WHAT I SAID YOU HEARD NOTHING OKAY BYE!' smoke bomb, gone

he attempts to avoid you but is actually finding it really difficult since you always seem to be able to find him

he'd be more upset about it if this wasn't the exact kind of thing that made him fall for you in the first place

he gets a little swoony at the idea that he can never really hide from you is cause you know him so well

when you eventually do catch up with him you tell him that you like him too

which he gets SUUUUUPER flustered at cause 'Hey! I WANTED TO CONFESS FIRST!'

you laugh, calm him down, take back your confession and then let him confess (first)

and then you confess right back and all is well and you smooch your ninja boyfriend

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homicidal-slvt · 10 months

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"Chasing You"

Same universe as Stitched Hearts, Vodka Soaked Memory, Even When I Doubt You & The Canine.

Leon S. Kennedy x F!Reader

Important: Kitty is technically my OC however it is written as if you are her so it's still an x reader, her appearance isn't described, Kitty is bisexual and that is sometimes mentioned when I write her.

Warnings: Angsty, Fluff, Violence, Gun Mention

Leon moved with caution through the wreckage, breathing steady as he listened to every little noise in the environment.

Some form of an old lab is what it once was.

"Ada?"

He called out only to receive a distant slam in response, definitely not a great sign.

"Idiot. Moron. Fucker."

You muttered to yourself while gathering supplies, after being left alone with your thoughts you realized that Leon was going alone... He didn't have any back up.

"Making me chase after you while you chase after Ada. Fucks sake. If you die I'll never fucking forgive you."

The thought made your stomach churn and you've chewed on your bottom lip till it bleeds. Bag haphazardly tossed into the back of your vehicle you picked up your phone.

Using what you had been informed to do your best to track him down.

"God- I hate you."

Leon can take care of himself- you know that. Yet here you are putting the pedal to the metal to go after him.

Boots thud harshly against the floor and a figure comes into view, a woman dressed in all black wearing a mask. Something about her build and frame seems familiar-

"Kitty?"

Swift steps come toward him and the glint of a particularly large blade catches his eye.

'Nope. Not Kitty. That's not Kitty. That is NOT Kitty.'

Reacting fast he pulls his gun and fires at the mystery woman, she ducks behind cover in one fluid movement.

This will be fun....

••

None of this seems quite right, nothing with the whole Ada situation connects or adds up no matter how many times you rework the details in your head.

Stepping foot into the building you immediately hear shots and dart towards them. After all- getting yourself in bad situations is your specialty.

You round the corner to spot Leon narrowly avoiding getting hit with a bullet, how this man has survived this many years like this- you'll never know.

You eased into place by his side peeking around the crumbling concrete wall, he's a bit startled at first before processing it actually is you this time.

"Shit..."

You huffed and quickly grasped his arm as more shots were fired off in your direction, this unknown woman was certainly dead set on Leon's brains being spattered along these walls.

"If anybody gets to kill you- it's going to be me."

That was- mostly a joke. Your eyes settling on his face after saying that, a hint of amusement lining his features but there was something else there.

"Sure. Let's get outta this first."

••

"So- she got away."

"Yep."

"And Ada is-?"

"No idea."

"Fuckin' fantastic, Leon."

You couldn't hide your frustration at all at this point, fingernails digging into the palms of your hands until you were sure they would bleed.

How much longer can I go like this?

Lost so much... It never ends.

A need for a distraction hits again as you just have to get those nagging voices to shut up, ward away the heartache by placing your focus on anything else.

"Fucks sake..."

"Kitty-"

"I'm going to the animal shelter."

Volunteering to help out with the animals was a good alternative to sinking into the pits of hell that is your mind.

"I'm coming with you."

"Good. But I'm driving."

"That was one time-"

"Twice, Leon... Twice. I am never being in a car with you behind the wheel again. Something bad always happens."

You laughed softly and he did the same, shaking his head slightly accepting defeat- he's forever the passenger prince at this point.

••

One of the fluffy white dogs took a liking to Leon, some sort of husky mix. The entire time the big goof wouldn't leave him alone, leading to many shared smiles and laughs.

Your fingers absent mindedly stroking through an adorable golden retrievers fur as you watched Leon, an older lady steps over with a warm smile plastered to her face.

"Your boyfriend is good with animals as well I see."

Your brain momentarily lagged.

"Yeah- wait-"

The realization hit and your cheeks heated up a considerable amount as you acknowledged your mistake, quickly trying to correct yourself.

"He's not my boyfriend- just a friend."

"Oh- well that's a shame."

The woman remarked softly before heading back inside, you shook your head at yourself.

Jesus... That was awkward.

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musashi · 1 year

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I feel like shit sometimes do you have any tips on not wollowing in negative emotions so much it feels like you're actively trying to not feel good?

the first thing you need to do when you feel like shit is ask yourself the most basic system maintenance questions:

have you eaten

are you drinking something (this can be anything. do not let people lie to you and act like some liquids are inherently better than others. ALL liquids hydrate you except alcohol and sea water. coffee hydrates. soda hydrates. monster energy hydrates. obviously water is good for you but if you hate water do not be shamed out of hydrating by people who have lied to you about what hydrates. i cant tell you how often someone who doesnt know my boundaries asks me if i'm drinking something and then acts like i've given a wrong answer when i say i'm drinking coke. ALL LIQUIDS HYDRATE EXCEPT ALCOHOL AND SEA WATER.)

are you well rested, have you slept, do you need to go to bed, etc

are there medications you might have forgotten to take

no one who struggles with mental illness wants to hear this. you must understand that it's not a matter of saying your brainbad isn't real, but your brain is a part of your body, and sometimes when your brain feels bad it really is just because your body feels bad and you might not be picking up on it. so do these checks first. then give it a bit.

if you still feel like shit after checking all this/giving it some time to settle u need to figure out what's making you feel like shit. was there something that triggered you? or is it just a general dissatisfaction with your circumstances. when you figure it out, ask yourself what things about it you have the power to improve/change, and make a plan to do so. the opposite of despair is action.

if you cannot change anything about what is making you feel like shit, instead make a list of some joys you have. my joys are watching cartoons with my friends, writing, engaging with my special interests, or leaving my house to go on little adventures outside. sometimes when you feel like shit and are spending too much time in the 'feeling' portion of feeling your feelings, you genuinely just need a distraction until the feelings pass.

you need to practice all of this, like all else, before it sticks. do not get discouraged when it doesn't work, or when you struggle to make it work. it will work more with time and dedication. it sounds like you already want it to work, which means you already have everything you need in this moment to make your life a little brighter.

i hope i could help. i don't really do any of this consciously but i remember a time when i had to. some day you will wake up and it will be a muscle like anything else.

#wendy answers #anonymous

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poplohours · 16 days

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oh shit since this is tumblr i could hide my insane thoughts about ryuunosuke behind a read more wrt dgs.

i think ryuunosuke keeps trying to appeal to the older men he meets in britain in order to try and regain the sense of stability he lost after he got accused of kazuma's murder as well as everything around "kazuma shoved me in a suitcase and then a literal closet and now i have to carry the reins of this legacy i have no idea how to follow."

ryuu trying to appeal to sholmes and zieks only to be turned away awkwardly bc they're like ... you're ... listen, kid, you're 23, but you clearly have issues, let's just. not. do that. ever. awkward pat on the head. ryuunosuke gets drunk and cries on sholmes. sholmes is sweating thinking about the fact that he kinda sorta mighta covered up a murder of this guy's friend? and maybe that's kind of why he's so hyper-dependent rigth now?

but also i'm insane and think of ryuu and kazuma and go "oh they were bad for each other" because i think that's fun for some reason and get stuck on "ryuu should probably disengage from that kind of intensity and have normal non-romantic relationships for a while." meanwhile susato is trying to figure out how to be a person in another country after being an object to the side of kazuma for most of her life. sholmes is like "ahaha! yes, i can fix this."

no you can't. you can't just fix this. trying to adopt an adult man and a teenage girl forced to be an adult too early is not going to fix anything. the best you can do is give them a place that won't fall out from under their feet.

i'm also weird tho bc ziek never seemed that "racist" to me in terms of the really weird nationalism that soaks the broader narrative of DGS (are you a japanese nationalist takumi???) zieks should calmly say hello to ryuu and ryuu should latch on and then zieks can go "oh um alright, i have somewhere else to be" .

why do i think about this. great question. i think ryuu is more compelling if i think about him trying to latch onto people who are older and really aren't interested in him in trying to find some thin comfort in a strange place. funny bc i don't even care about dgs but this does live in my brain. zieks has his boyfriends but all of his relaitonships are normal (i mean the blood drinking but thats fine). sholmes is operating on another level that i do not think anyone elose can touch because of how many drugs he's taken, so he's not really available or interested either.

do i ship anything in dgs. this is a good question. honestly i dont even think i ship susato with her friend bc her friend isn't much of a character u_u also i think susato deserves the chance to become her own person considering how withdrawn and cold she often is. her dad kinda seems like a slut but i have no strong feelings about that either. slut in a normal way not in a weird way. again this is a Vague Impression. i do not remember most of these characters. i think kazuma should maybe never be allowed to date anyone until he is at least 35. i think kazuma needs to be studied under a microscope. i think there's not a cure for whatever disease kazuma has.

#my dgs thoughts that no one wants. secret thoughts for a secret space.

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kayhi808 · 1 year

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Challenge Accepted - Part 6

Billy traveled to a shooting range to get out of the city, Frank invited himself along. Bill's been acting weird for a couple of weeks and after seeing him last night with you, he know's something's up. After going through a couple of drills and targets. Bill's currently on his stomach trying to hit targets 300 yards out. He still hasn't said anything. "Last night was fun. Shame you left early."

"I'm trying to shoot here. Mind shutting up?" Bill tries to ignore Frank. Frank shrugs & wait for Bill to begin pulling the trigger to start talking again. "Curtis' friends were cool."

"Will you shut the fuck up? Lemme shoot!" Billy's annoyed.

"You're supposed to be good at this shit. You're going to let a little talking mess you up?"

Bill goes back to taking his shot. Again, Frank waits until he's ready to pull the trigger before talking, "So what's going on with and Y/N?"

Bill's shot goes wide, "FUCK!"

"Man, you suck! You're getting rusty. You should have gotten that one."

Bill sits up and glares at Frank, "What the fuck are you doing here?? Why'd you come along?"

"I'm trying to figure out what your problem is."

"You're my fucking problem." Bill starts packing away & taking apart his rifle.

Frank laughs, "So, Y/N…how do you know her? You knew her before last night." Bill's quiet. "Ooooh. You fucked Sam's girlfriend."

"She ain't his girlfriend," he hisses. "She's known him for years. They're friends."

"So, like how you & her are friends?" That earns him a glare & Bill walks away & Frank has to catch up. "Maria said you made Y/N uncomfortable last night."

Bill stops & turns, "Why? What did she say?" Frank laughs at him. Billy gives him the finger & stomps off to the car. Bill starts the car before Frank has a chance to get in, so Frank has to hustle.

"So, its like that." Bill ignores him. "She just moved here. That's quick work, even for you."

"I knew her when she lived in DC. She'd travel back & forth, so we'd meet up if I was in DC or if she was up here."

Frank looks confused, "How long was that going on?"

Bill shrugs, "About a year."

"A YEAR?!" The muscle in Billy jaw starts to tick. "Why am i just hearing about her now?"

"It's nothing."

"No, you tell me about your 'nothings'. Hmmm. You and Y/N."

"There's no, me & Y/N."

"Great because Maria wanted to fix her up with her brother." Frank pulls out his phone to text his wife & Billy knocks it out of his hands. Frank cracks up even harder.

"Don't!" Billy growls. "Fine! I don't know what the fuck is going on with her. Don't let Maria fix her up with her brother."

"So….you're not dating her, but no one else can?"

"Yea! Exactly."

"1. That's fucked up. 2. Maria's not going to agree to that. Don't tell me she turned you down." Bill is silent. "Then again, she isn't like your usual women. She's got her shit together."

"I don't do relationships."

"Then why can't Maria fix her up? You don't want her. Its been a year, either you like her or you don't."

*****

"You either like her or you don't."

Bill's sitting in front of your apartment door again. His brain in overdrive. You're not home. Are you with Sam? Did Bill fuck up so badly it drove you to Sam? If you're with Sam, are you even coming home? Does Bill have to sit out here all night? What if you bring Sam back here? Bill will have to kill him. Will you forgive him if he kills...elevator chimes and Bill stands up. You turn the corner, thank fucking god you're alone!

*****

Oh, God!

"You need to stop breaking into my building," nudging him out of the way.

"Or you need to find better neighbors who give a shit about security. They held the door open for me," smiling at you and follows you into your studio.

You take your jacket off and kick off your shoes trying to stall and gather your composure. "What are you doing here? Why don't you call instead of just dropping by?"

"You'd tell me to stay away," giving you a crooked smile. "This way, I'm here." He's stinking cute, but you're not falling for his charm.

"Bill..."

"Wait, can we just talk? Please? I'm not good at this. Us. Relationships. Emotions."

"You make me sound like a disease."

"That's not it." Bill sighs heavily, "Babe, I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm here. I'm trying."

"I'm sorry. Go ahead. Say what you need to say."

Billy swoops in for a kiss. His fingers are in your hair. His lips are firm, but the kiss, gentle. He doesn't seek entry, satisfied with the feel of your mouth against his. He pulls back, brushing your cheek with his thumb. He has a small smile on his face and he places a palm against his heart. "No one makes me feel...this." He taps his chest, "Honestly, I don't know if I like this feeling. But this is the feeling that keeps drawing me back to you. I...I can't control it. And I like to control everything."

You step back, needing to put some distance between you two. Billy's kisses always overwhelm you, but you needed to think with a clear head. "You can't do this to me."

"Look, I like being with you. The thought of you being with anyone else..." Billy shakes his head. "Seeing you with your friend Sam? I didn't like it," his jaw clenches.

"I'm not a toy to be owned, Billy." You sit yourself in the corner of your couch.

"I didn't mean it like that."

"You're here because you think someone else showed interest in me."

Billy starts to pace, dragging his fingers through his hair. "No! I'm here because I think...I think YOU are interested in someone else." He subconsciously rubs the spot over his heart. "People will always show interest in you." Bill stands by the window looking out onto the city. "I was brought up believing relationships made you weak. Vulnerable. It opens yourself up to hurt and betrayal."

You're aware of how tense Billy is. This is the most he's ever spoken about his feelings or his past. "I was brought up in foster care. My mother dumped me off at the fire station. Safe Haven Law protected her." Billy gives a harsh laugh and his New York accent thick as he sneers, "I thought we were going to visit the fire station to see the fire trucks up close." Billy turns his angry dark gaze on you, "She loved her drugs and her dealer, more than her own kid. She never came back for me. I bounced from family to family and ended up at the Ray of Hope until I aged out and joined the Marines."

That was not the story you were expecting to hear. Your heart breaks for the little boy that was abandoned, and aches for the man before you who is obviously still so strongly hurt by that betrayal. "That's a violation of trust no child should have to go through. I'm so sorry you went through that." You stand & walk over to Bill. You don't touch him even though your hands itch to pull him to you. You don't want him to think it's pity that you have for him. He'd hate that. You bite your lip and look up at him placing your fingers over your heart, "That feeling you have? I have it too. And it's just as uncontrollable."

He breathes out your name, brushing his thumb over the spot on your lip you were just biting. "I don't know what I'm doing."

"Knowing the reputation you hold and moving into your city and the challenges that brings. I don't care. I'll accept those challenges. I don't want anyone else. I want you for myself, Billy Russo. Again, I need a commitment from you. We both don't want to be vulnerable but we can't do this without a little trust and faith. I'm not asking you to marry me." Billy smiles, pulling you near. "If it doesn't work out, it doesn't work out. But don't humilate or betray me."

"I can do that."

"Yea?" Billy nods and seals the deal with a kiss.

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drabbles-mc · 2 years

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I know you're super busy - so ONLY IF you have time-

Tell me about how a water balloon fight would go down at TM? Or the scrapyard? Who initiates it? Who is worried about their hair? Who says 'fuck this' and grabs a hose? Who has the balls to go after the prez? + any other shenanigan scenario you can think of.

Cricket, sometimes I swear you're living inside my brain. With the way that the last few days have gone, these types of shenanigans are exactly the type of break I need.

Let's get into it! 👀

I think that it's two vastly different experiences at T-M vs. the scrapyard. I think they're both entertaining and chaotic but the dynamics work so differently in each club.

I think that at T-M, Juice and Tig are the ones who start it. They found leftover water balloons from one of the boys' parties and decided that they were in the mood for chaos and were going to bring everyone else down with them. The second that the fight breaks out everyone is gunning for everyone. I think that the only person who people might hesitate to really go after is Happy. And you know for a fact that he takes advantage of that as much as possible. He's out there obliterating motherfuckers with the water balloons. He's living, laughing, loving it.

Everyone is going in on Jax. Everyone. Even Piney, who says that he's, "Too old for this bullshit," is trying to get Jax. (He's also trying to get Opie. And he's succeeding at both knowing that they won't really try to get him back.) Piney and Juice take turns dousing everyone with the hose on the mutual agreement that they won't go after each other. It's the only time Piney has ever agreed to do anything with Juice.

Tig Trager is living his best life. No one has ever seen the man laugh so hard. He's stuffing balloons into the pockets of his kutte so he doesn't have to stop and reload as often. It looks like he's about to reach for his gun when in reality it's just another bright yellow balloon filled with water. Every frustration he's ever had with Jax or Kozik gets let out by him soaking them.

Chibs thinks that he's staying out of it. That's what he tells himself, at least, until Juice nails him square in the center of his back. Then it's all bets off. With their hair the way it is, he and Tig look like men possessed (and tbh they sort of are) and it really just brings the whole scene together. All these grown-ass men engaging in this type of warfare in the middle of the compound at T-M.

At the scrapyard, though. You can't convince me that Gilly and Coco aren't the ones who get everything going. No one knows where they got the water balloons from. No one cares. All they know is that all of a sudden everyone is getting pelted. There is no escape. Chucky is running behind Coco with a bucket full of the water balloons so Coco can just focus on throwing them. And, yes, his aim with water balloons is just as good as his aim with a gun. Gilly talks the most shit out of anyone, which is ironic because out of everyone he is the one who dropped the most balloons and popped them before ever getting to throw them. But that's not the point, he says.

No one goes after Bishop at first. And at first Bishop isn't really gogin after anyone either. He was willing to let it just be another dumb thing that the guys all got into amongst themselves. But then Angel launches one at him and soaks his entire torso. Because of course it was Angel. Everyone stops for a moment trying to figure out what was going to happen next, but then quick as anything Bishop is giving just as good as he got and the chaos resumes.

You know that Riz was the only one who was thinking about his hair. The thought crossed Angel's mind for the briefest of seconds but he's way too competitive to let it stop him. Riz, on the other hand, starts out annoyed, but once he realizes that this is all happening whether he likes it or not, he throws that shit up into a bun and gets into the throes of it with everyone else.

I don't know why I think that Creeper and EZ would form an alliance, but I do. I think that EZ is lethal in a water balloon fight scenario. I love that for him. He's not loud and talking a lot of shit like Angel and Gilly, but he's taking people out almost as effectively as Coco. And Creeper is right beside him . Creeper is the one with the witty one-liners. He's not loud about them, but the people that they're intended for always hear them.

Taza definitely stands out of the splash zone. What he does do, though, is grab the hose and just starts getting people from afar. Work smarter, not harder.

Hank doesn't even know how he got pulled into it. All he knows is that he's in it, and he's having way more fun than he would ever admit to anyone else. His one and only target is Angel.

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salemsimss · 1 year

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News Reporter: -Making this the third disappearance this month.

Johnny: Yo, Don. You seen this?

Don: What is it?

Johnny: Another person's gone missing.

Don: Shit.

Johnny: I feel like these people aren't just randomly going missing.

Don: What do you mean?

Johnny: Did you see the article that shared their last posts before they vanished?

Don: The cryptic ones where they're basically talking about how they're in danger?

Johnny: Yeah! That one, and before all of that some of them mentioned finding some weird shit that's been hidden from the public like documents, samples and- Oh shit.

Don: What?

Johnny: I just remembered something...

Johnny: I completely forgot I had this until recently.

Don: So... This is what you were on about earlier.

Johnny: Yeah. I found it while I was grabbing supplies for Casper; this was at my family's "abandoned" construction site.

Salem: Why did they abandon it?

Johnny: Found a better location... Something like that.

Cassandra: Right...

Johnny: I actually went back the other day to check it out again, but this time it was completely boarded up. Pretty sure it was being guarded or some shit.

Kylo: Can't say I'm surprised if I'm being honest. Do you still have the photos from the last visit?

Johnny: Yeah, I should do. I'm sure I sent you some, actually.

Kylo: You did.

Kathryn: Wait, Kylo, what's in that folder you just picked up?

Kylo: Looks like a bunch of documents? Let me-

[Paper falls out of the folder]

Kylo: Oh?

Kathryn: What is it?

Kylo: Uh, it looks like it's related to Project MK-Ultra.

Kathryn: MK-Ultra...

Salem: Is that the one where the CIA were undertaking illegal human experimentations and whatnot?

Cassandra: Yeah, it is.

Don: But why is that in there?

Kylo: I'm not sure... Looks like there's some old newspaper articles dating back to 1973 covering the controversy surrounding the CIA, use of LSD and mind control.

Don: Huh...

Kylo: [Flips through pages] There doesn't seem to be anything else in this folder.

Johnny: Did you say mind control?

Kylo: Yeah? Why?

Johnny: I- uh- I remember overhearing parts of a conversation that Casper had with Shi over the phone a while back. Apparently there's this guy who I think is some sort of dictator? I don't know, but from what I heard, he knows about Shi's ability- whatever that is, I don't know the full ins and outs of it.

Johnny: But apparently, he wants to use Shi for this fucked up project that he's got going on.

Cassandra: Wait, isn't he the one who can get into people's heads and basicaly turn their brains into mush?

Johnny: Yeah, and because of that he is also capable of mind control.

Kathryn: Holy shit.

Johnny: He was also talking about how the project usually always starts off with small groups of people disappearing for a period of time, and when they return, they're... different.

Don: Different?

Johnny: Yeah. Different. I didn't hear the rest of that conversation, so I don't know the specifics, but...

Kathryn: But what?

Johnny: Something is definitely going on here, and it has been for a while. Over the past few months, there have been God knows how many reports of "alien abduction", of people going missing for days, or weeks and when they return, they're not the same person they were before they went missing.

Cassandra: Like my Mum...

Johnny: Yeah, like Bella. Like Shiroba.

Kylo, quietly: And they're considered the lucky ones...

Johnny: What?

Kylo: Because not everyone survives. Not everyone is lucky enough to return home.

Johnny: You don't think Shi and Casper are somehow involved, do you?

Kylo: No. I don't think they are.

Don: But it seems that they know about all of this.

Kylo: Yeah... I think we'll need to talk to them about this. See if they can help us figure this shit out.

Johnny: I suppose we could do that.

Kylo: Hey, Zest. Did you manage to speak to Cas?

Johnny: Uh, no. Not yet.

Kylo: [Sigh] Johnny-

Johnny: I'm gonna speak to her! i just- I need to sit down and speak to Shi first, and then I'll speak to her. I'm meeting up with Shi on Tuesday, and I plan on speaking to her later that day.

Don: And then we're gonna ask them about [gestures to the pile] this, right?

Johnny: Yeah, can do.

Kylo: It's just...

Kylo: Time's ticking, Johnny.

#ss:changes #changes: chapter 6 #ts4 #ts4 story #ts4 storytelling #the sims 4 #the sims 4 story #the sims 4 storytelling #cassandra goth #don lothario #johnny zest #kathryn townsend #kylo uzeo #salem #tw: human experimentation

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julien5-malfunction · 3 months

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26012024 LONG ASS RAMBLING/ VENTING. GET'S BORING AF.

I'm having the agressive flashes in my mind again bc my neighbours have been yelling and being loud for the past 5 hours and I do not cope well with unwanted noise.

I'm even scared of myself for the moment I might actually snap (someones neck). I allready saw it in my mind; me telling them to be quiet because it's late allready and them laughing at me because I'm a short, weak, little girl, what am I gonna do about it. Then :

A. Pulling a knife out and attacking.

B. Going back in to grab my airsoft pistol and aiming for eyes.

C. Letting the guy know that it doesn't matter if I'm small, I can yell real fucking loud if I want to and I wanna yell something like 'DO YOU WANT ME TO YELL IN MY APARTMENT TOO' or 'IF YOU CAN'T BEHAVE LIKE A MAN THEN GO SOMEWHERE TO ACT LIKE THAT' or something. Idk. I'm really bad at improvising effective insults when I'd need to cause some heart felt emotional damage. I hope that would at least cause damage to his ears if nothing else.

In reality I can't do shit. I can't do shit about anything. I'm a powerless, weak little scum, I just have to put up with this, if I snap I'll just embarrass myself. I don't wanna cry bc everything makes me feel like shit about myself. I don't even feel real anymore. My whole life is a joke and I don't think I'll ever get better. I really need to scream. Like I REALLY NEED TO SCREAM. I need to just fucking be somewhere where NO ONE can hear me breakdown. And I have to be certain that there is NO WAY anyone can know.

Last summer, I used to rent a studio. Just to. Be alone. Be somewhere quiet. Blast music so fucking loud. Scream my lungs shit. Literally the only thing that somewhat kept me from destroying myself in the shit pit that was 2023. The studio was taken down about the same time I moved out, about 4 months ago. I have no fucking relase from this pent up rage, it just compresses inside of me until I fucking spill and I destroy something again.

I miss my violent dreams... please, let me go lucid again I need to have control over something, my life is a lost cause. I want to. Do horrid things to non existent people in my dreams. I want to kill that one son of a fucking whore again. He fucking violated me and ripped me off. Stepping on shit isn't bad enough. I want him to fucking suffer. And I want to fucking destroy him over and over and over and over again. Bc I cannot. forgive. what he did to me. Can I just please have my vengence even in my crimson dripping dreams because I know I can't do shit in real life even if I did snap and go berserk on people.

I'm so sick of being weak and powerless and small and useless.

Non-threat and well meaning, always trying to help.

Just to get used and used and used and used and used again and again and again and again.

Nothing seems to make me feel better anymore, nothing makes the feeling go away. Nothing is satisfying.

I can't even sleep like a normal person.

I wish I knew what the fuck was wrong with me or how to fix it but I kind of don't want to and it seems there is so much wrong and broken, I'm like some infinite source of bad energy, I poison everything around me.

I have drug induced moments of 'not-being all of the above' but I dunno how I can fight it on my own. Being full of depressed rage is kind of all I know. All I can remember. Like an abusive home, but it's still home. I wish I could wipe my memory clean and try to make it better. I miss the days I was sick, back then I had a reason to fight. Now I kinda don't. I'm getting screwed over by the system that was supposed to help me. And I'm too stupid to find another way out of this myself. I wish I could. Wish I had a working brain and wasn't so god damn tired all the time. If I was smart I would use all this time to advance the progress on things I used to care about. It's been years and I still can't figure out what caused this. That nothing interests me anymore. That I don't care anymore. Eveything just sucks. And I should die.

Idk. I wish I had fucking drugssssss (and before you call me an addict, you can't assume that bc you dunno everything) it's the only thing that has helped me and I can't get any and what the fuck, how the fuck, I can't fucking cope with this. I feel like this is slipping back to what it was before, just all suicide suicide suicide in my mind, all the time. Alcohol and sleeping pills bc I can't sleep. I can't sleep again, the insomnia makes it so much worse and the pills don't work. I just want to sleep, I'm so tired all the time. I'm so tired please end me

#vent #i hate myself #trauma dump #insomnia #tw abuse #i guess #tw sh related #tw substance abuse #i don't fucking know #tw sui ideation #Don't tell me to get therapy #kill me

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blenderchildren · 6 months

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Goatwhore "Death to the Architects of Heaven" (LYRIC VIDEO)

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Does your life run like shit like a car with crap octane until you play this kind of music?

Who's fault is that nigger?

Is it my responsibility to fluff your piece of shit self-deifying ego?

I refuse to believe that your need for evil or sin is necessary for the balance of existence to be maintained, n.i.g.g.e.r.

If you die without me giving you evil or sin, like an insult dependent die a bet tick, would be great.

I don't have to prove myself to you.

This war between good and evil bullshit has no defining lines. Your religion is not what makes you good. You're just evil to life, nigger.

At least I'm not being evil to myself, nigger.

What's with the new add-on to the YouTube app?

Is that supposed to be code for something? Who is it addressed to?

Whatever. not my fault. Not my problem.

"Let me know when you figure it out."

When I go to the office for coffee, your dickheaded bullshit usually follows me.

When I go sit outside it only takes a few minutes for your imbecile emotionally dependent ass to show up and cling.

We're you busy casting your bait out before reeling your dick back into your hands fsggot?

That's called trolling, nigger.

Or were you trying to be a fycking cunt about yourself while holding up a mirror as a shield for your targeted offense to a specific person or object nigger.

All you give a fuck about is holding mirrors up to people and standing around trying to make people turn their heads to stare at you in their peripheral vision nigger.

Church isn't going to save me when you send the demons yourself nigger.

You're always trying to pull some divine intervention on my life, nigger.

What's going to happen when they intervene on yours, nigger?

Do you think everybody is as passive or tolerant as me?

At least I'm not breaking youtube and everything else in society. Ignorant Nigger

Then why am I not hungry nigger?

Oh yeah, you need me to carry you through your eating disorder huh fatfuck. So your stupid ass sucks urzulie dick to try to assimilate my vessel to teach you how to fucking eat.

Catholic sanctioned devil worship in a catholic church, and allowing demonic posession is their "thing". Nigger.

I'm totally sure that the church is the solution to shit you intended huh.

What do you know about anything when all you do is pick at my brain so you can keep ahead of the game to stay alive yourself, nigger. I think you're fucking evil, more evil than people know.

#Bury

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dreamylyfe-x · 3 years

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Long time listener first time caller; love the show! Question for you. Something's bothered me about the way Mickey is portrayed in E07, and upon (too much) reflection, I think it's this: he acts like a mob boss. The dropped phone, the kidnapping: Mickey's ordering around a lot of people for an escaped convict in flight. It's risky unless he's their leader; but as things unfold, Mickey's pretty clearly on his own. So what gives, dear screenwriters? -- Have you any thoughts on this?

Hee hee hee...

OK! First off. I am worried, first-time-long-time, that you will think that wasn't that into this ask because it's taken over a week for me to respond but NO! I was super into it and I responded to it immediately... And then tumbler ATE the post. (And my life got very busy and I couldn't respond. Because my thoughts, they are many.)

So again. Once more. Hitting the 'save as draft' aggressively.

Hee hee hee...

Ok, I have things to say, but this is head canon, because I can't justify it.

I can justify PART of it.

First off, Mickey likes to put on a show.

He has a flare for the dramatic. This is foundational. Look at EVERY TIME Mickey enters the chat.

We got season one:

Season two:

Season three:

He comes in like a wrecking ball. Every time.

So. What do these entrances have in common? They all happen before Mickey has locked things down with Ian. They are before they're kissing or spend the night together. They're before they're talking about feelings. They're all during times when Mickey wants something from Ian (granted, in season one it's 'to bash Ian's brain in') and he leads with the bravado. Every time.

We don't get that in season four because, by that time, blood has been spilled and they're both hurt and desperate about each other and Mickey is way too worried to bother with theatrics. He also doesn't need to. He knows, by that point, that he means something to Ian. I mean, the opposite of love isn't hate, it's indifference. He knows Ian isn't indifferent. And Mickey is in that place until the end of season five.

Then... We get this:

This is what is called a 'big choice'. One of the roughest things about watching that 6x01 scene is Mickey refusing to act like he and Ian are done. Just shining it on, with reckless abandoned. Loving so hard the bright heat of it comes right though the glass. Not bravado, exactly. But a show. His last attempt to get Ian to stay through the impossible sentence he's been given. He means it, but it's still Mickey putting out what he wants Ian to pick up with FULL face.

After 6x01 Ian stops coming to visit and Mickey has to deal with that -- and here we only have head canon because we don't get anything else for a couple of years. There's that deleted scene where we see the upset that Mickey isn't going to let Ian see. And then the curtain comes down until 7x10. When Mickey comes back after at least a year and half. And once again -- he puts 👏 on👏 a 👏 show👏.

Imagine Damon. My favourite of all the Gallavich victims. He gets put in a cell with Mickey Milkovich. Smart. Tough. On a mission. Mickey wants to get out and he's going to take Damon with him. This is great for Damon so he falls in line and he does whatever Mickey needs him to do because the end of this story is him getting the fuck out of prison.

And then it WORKS. Mickey's plan comes together and they are free and Damon turns to Mickey, who has worked out this intricate escape and clearly knows how to figure shit out and says "What's next? Where do we go? What do we do? What is your plan?"

And Mickey has a plan. An intricate one. And it requires two burner phones, a van and some guys big enough to overpower a six-foot tall redhead who has been doing a 100 push-ups a day since he was 15.

I like to imagine this conversation because I bet it was comedy gold. Damon is the one with contacts! He has friends! He's in a gang that he went down for. There are people who will do shit for him. And since Mickey did him a solid, they will do shit for Mickey, too!

But the shit Mickey wants done is ... weird. And SUPER focused on what was always Mickey's primary reason to escape: getting his boyfriend back.

Like, sure, yeah, Mexico. He doesn't want to go back to prison, that's for damn sure. But that's not nearly as important as getting Ian back and step one? INTRICATE game! Cell phones are deployed and hidden. Scenes are set. Mickey makes his dramatic entrance.

Again. Let's imagine Damon trying his best to roll with this. Probably asking, occasionally -- much like Ian does in 7x11 -- "What are we doing now? How are we getting to Mexico? When the fuck are we leaving?" Meanwhile:

It really is the funniest thing Mickey ever does. I love it with all my heart. He has planed the SHIT out of getting Ian back and yadda-yadda'ed sneaking into Mexico. Like the plan drops off a CLIFF once Ian is in the car. After that it's like "fuck in car, fuck under stars, find Jesus, ???, Profit!"

Ultimately, Mickey IS on his own. Damon thinks their interests are aligned and he is completely unaware that Mickey has no issue dumping him in the middle of a parking lot over one little armed robbery attempt. Getting Damon and his compatriots to be his rude mechanicals for one episode is one of his best cons and I am absolutely here for it.

#asks #thanks for asking!#that was fun to write the second time #though I think I had better Damon jokes the first time #I also know they meet Jesus before the stars but I like that order better #🤷‍♀️#shameless season 7 #shameless 7x10 #early shameless #gallavich meta

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bakubub · 3 years

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In which Racer!Kuroo is your roommate and you finally learn more about him...

Warnings: Mentions of loss of loved one, disregard for own life, swearing, innuendos and implied nsfw (but sfw overall), fem!reader with she/her pronouns.

A/N: Idek what this is. Its literally a 4.6 k mixture of fluff, angst and comfort... I rewrote this like 4 times :,) being a perfectionist is so,,, tiring.

This takes part shortly after this, you can definitely read this without reading the 'part 1' if you will, since they don't depend on one another.

Art belongs to @aikk00 ,, and yes I am still in love with it :D

I stumble out of the lecture hall, my eyes so heavy I bump into about 3 other students and mumble my apologies until I fully wake up and snap out of my daze.

Walking down the stairs and making my way to the bus stop, I watch in horror as the bus I was supposed to be in drives off, going fast for once in its damn life as if mocking me.

Inhaling sharply through my nose, I manage to keep my composure and sit down at the bus stop, telling myself the next bus will be here in a bit.

It's fine. It's fine. I slept through the lecture, and I still have to catch up on 4 subjects and make dinner, but at least the house is clean and I'm caught up in that one subject I picked up for this exact reason.

It's fine. It's going to be just fi-

The rumble of a loud engine breaks my shitty but somewhat effective self-reassurance motto and I open my eyes to see a black and red sports car going 60 km/h in a 30 zone, effectively getting mine and everyone else's attention.

I watched in horror for the second time today as this time it stopped right in front of the bus stop. No, no, no, no.

No.

Please no.

He rolls down the passenger window with that ridiculous hair and a shit-eating grin, as he nods towards the seat, revving his engine.

I look away, pretending he's not looking directly at me and that I don't live with the guy, which I immediately regretted when he beeped the fucking horn.

What did I do to deserve this humiliation?

I hastily put my head down as he beeped it again, giving up and rushing towards his insufferable car, getting into the passenger seat and slumping in my seat to keep my head down low.

"What is wrong with you? What are you even doing here?" I hiss, my glaring up at him from my awkward, folded position.

He laughs, and when I hear the sound of a photo being taken in the split second I looked away to readjust my bag, I sit up straight, watching him continue speeding as he stuffs his phone into his pocket.

"Are. You. Trying. To. Kill. Me?!" I ask, my voice little less than a screech as I slap his arm with each word.

"Ow, ow, I just came to pick my roomie up! I sensed you needed a ride, and this is the thanks I get?" he asks, that smirk I have come to hate returning to grace his features.

I glare at him, but a small, sleep-deprived part of my brain is distracted by his appearance. A tight black tee adorning his built figure, his biceps are on display as he drives with one hand, the other resting on the gear shift. The air from his rolled down window is ruffling his hair this way and that, and I find myself wanting to run my hands through the raven strands, just as I had when I washed his hair that one time...

"Wait- how the fuck did you know I didn't have a ride?" I ask incredulously, my reaction time clearly delayed but here nonetheless.

I narrow my eyes as he hesitates before he answers, "I just knew, ok? It's not like it’s astrodynamics, not that I can't figure that out too."

"Kuroo, what the hell is astrodynamics? Are you like, spying on me or something?" I ask, pretending to look out the window so as to not get distracted by his appearance once more.

"What do you common folk call it? Rocket science?" He says, once again exceeding the speed limit.

"If I'm a commoner, does that make you a peasant? Also, stop going so fast, I feel sick and I do not feel like dying today."

He rolls his eyes in response as he slows down by a smidgen, the speed meter barely even moving. "Seriously, you may have no consideration for yourself, but I still have a lot of things to achieve with my damn life so slow the fuck down." My words finally reach the rational part in him and he slows down considerably, now going within the speed limit.

Taking a deep breath, I rest my elbow on my door and look out the window, my mind flooding with thoughts about Kuroo's reckless driving and how it can all go sour with one delayed reaction.

Before I know it, we're rolling up to our apartment building, driving into his private garage only the penthouse owners get to use.

"I'm sorry," he mutters, filling the silence in the car.

"It's ok. I just... I want you to be safe. I know its hard, but... just try," I say quietly, unable to look at him.

"That's what he said," he says hastily before rushing out of the car before I can hit him.

Getting out of the vehicle myself, I send a murderous look his way and run after his retreating form.

A small part of me is grateful that he's acting like his usual unbearable self again, but the rest of me is just mad at his relentless sex jokes.

He hits the elevator button before I can get there and I watch the doors close, his smirk practically shining through the crack of the closing doors. I jam my foot in the middle at the last possible second, and smile victoriously as I get into the metal box and slap his arm once again.

"Ooh, do it harder," he practically moans, and my eyes just about pop out of their sockets in embarrassment as my face flushes a deep red.

"Oh shut up," I mutter, turning around and waiting patiently for the doors to open on the top floor. I hear him snicker and then the sound of a photo being taken, turning around sharply. I yell in defiance and throw my bag on the floor as I jump onto him in an attempt to grab his phone out of his hand and delete the probably unflattering photo.

I straddle his back and reach for the phone he easily holds out of my reach. Leaning across his shoulder in a feeble attempt to reach it, my feet are hooked around his chest and my other hand is using his shoulder as a brace. He's laughing hard at this point, and I'm screaming at him to give me the damn phone. Neither of us notice the elevator doors opening nor the small woman standing at the threshold staring at us in shock and amusement.

"Kuroo Tetsuro! You let that poor girl down this instant, young man!"

We both froze at the authoritative voice, slowly turning to look at a small dark haired woman with a straight shoulder length cut and narrow gold eyes that were glaring at the man under me.

"MUM!" He exclaims, setting me down and running to hug and kiss the woman, his mum apparently. "What are you doing here?" I hear him ask as I straighten myself out, fixing my jumper and tucking my hair behind my ears, picking up my bag off the floor and quickly following them out of the elevator.

"What, a mother needs an excuse to come visit her boys? Where's Kenma?" She asks, looking in the elevator again as if to check if she missed him.

"Oh, he's at his own place. Apparently he has a booked in session with this famous gamer today. Did he say he'd be here?" Kuroo asks, letting go of the woman and leaning on the wall.

"No, I didn't tell anyone I was coming to visit. Never mind that, who's this pretty young lady here, hmm?" She asks, raising a perfectly shaped brow as she walks towards me, the click of her heels echoing in the lobby of the penthouse.

I smiled down at her, since she was considerably shorter than even me, and introduced myself. "It's very nice to meet you, Mrs. Kuroo." I say, bowing.

"Oh no, no, none of that. You can call me mum too, hmm?" She says, gesturing me up from my bow and pulling me down for a tight hug.

"Oh, um, actually, me and Kuroo aren't-"

"We’ll talk more comfortably inside, no? Tetsuro, is your plan to let me stand here all day?” She asks, letting me go and turning around to look at Kuroo.

Kuroo leaps into action, taking his mum's bag and unlocking the door, helping her out of her heels and leading her into the spotless penthouse.

It was all I could do to nod in response, closing the door behind us and walking down into the kitchen to prepare a meal.

It’s crazy how much I don’t know about this guy. He’d never mentioned his mother before, and briefly mentioned that he has a sister, whether older or younger I have no idea. Kenma, however, I know well. The guy was here all the time when I first started living here, but recently I've seen him less and less. Which is a shame, considering we actually got along quite well, with sharing eye rolls and bonding over our mutual love of Minecraft.

I don't notice silent footsteps following me until Kuroo's Mother says "now, why's a beautiful girl like yourself slaving away in the kitchen? Does that boy make u do all the cooking and cleaning like some mid-century housewife?"

I poke my head out of the fridge, smiling at her fair assumptions, "no, no, it's not like that at all. I actually-"

"Uh, mum! You know I'm incompetent with this stuff. This place would be a mess if she wasn't here to run things! Plus, she loves to cook and finds cleaning therapeutic. Hey, her words not mine," Kuroo quickly jumps in, putting his hands up defensively when she looks at him with a raised brow.

Looks like he doesn't want his mother to know of our little arrangement.

"Right. He's just so hopeless, I can't trust him to do anything," I add on, sending her a smile as I prepare the fish he likes.

"You're making grilled mackerel for dinner?! Oh that's gonna hit the fu- the fun spot," he says, saving himself at the last second.

I hold back a snort as I take out a pan, "open the window, fish boy. It's about to stink here and I can't be bothered with Mrs. Suzuki coming all the way upstairs just to complain about the fish smell, and then complaining that she had to come up here in the first place. God, I hope she isn't sitting on the balcony today," I ramble, trying to see her balcony from outside the window, but fail because of the private location.

Damn these amazing architects.

I hear his mum chuckle at my rambling as she begins to take out ingredients for a salad. "Oh, you don't have to help, please sit and make yourself comfortable," I say, moving towards her to take the lettuce out of her hands.

"No, no, I'd like to pitch in. Now what kind of mother-in-law would I be to let you do everything yourself?" She asks, holding the lettuce away from me and walking over to the sink.

I stare at the back of her head, a flush creeping up my neck, "m-mother-in-law?!" I ask incredulously, glancing over at Kuroo who looked suspiciously... Smug. I look away quickly when he meets my eyes, and I hastily hyper-focus on the fish in front of me, placing it on the heated pan, causing sizzling and popping to fill the awkward silence.

"I'm sorry darling, I don't mean to be overbearing. Tetsuro introduced you as his girlfriend, so I thought things were getting serious since he actually allowed us to meet one another. You see, he’s never introduced me to a girl before, so you can imagine my excitement. I can stop if you're uncomfortable-"

I cut her off, feeling even more embarrassed as I realise the role I am to play in Kuroo's life when his mother is around. I mean, it makes sense, he can't exactly just admit he took a random girl into his house.

"I, um, no really it's fine, I understand" I say, my voice small as I flip the fish.

She lets out a delighted laugh and pulls me down into a hug once more. The smile on my face is genuine as my embarrassment melts away, the bright smile of this woman comforting me.

"So, how did you guys meet?" She asks, chopping up the ingredients for her salad on the bench while I'm at the stove, Kuroo leaning on his elbows on the bench.

"At uni," I answer at the same time as Kuroo states, "at a party."

We both look at each other with wide eyes, and I clear my throat to clarify, "at a uni party. A classmate of ours hosted one and we met each other there."

"I see, so the old boozed up one night stand turned into quite a domestic relationship hmm?" she suggests, wiggling her eyebrows at Kuroo.

"What? No, no, I would never! A one night stand? Booze? Please, what kind of man do you take me for?" Kuroo complains, looking offended.

I turn around towards the stove and roll my eyes. I've heard the rumours around campus, practically every girl in my lecture hall can testify to at least making out with the man. He really puts up a façade for his mum.

I hear the doorbell ring, and quickly take the fish off the stove to go answer it as Kuroo bickers with his mother about how innocent he really is.

"Hello? Who is it?" I ask, pressing the buzzer.

"Uh, hello? Is this Tetsu's place?" A deep voice answers. I look at the camera, seeing Kenma and a bunch of men about Kuroo's age looking confused. The one who answered is a guy with a blond mohawk and piercings adorning both ears.

"Yes, just give me a second," I reply. "Kuroo, I think Kenma and the rest of your friends are here? Should I let 'em up?" I shout out.

"Yeah let 'em in," he calls back. I press another button, letting them into the lobby.

I need to make more food.

Quickly taking out my frozen dumplings I stocked up for emergency dinners for days I couldn't be bothered to make anything better, I whip up a quick sauce, thinking I could split the fish and put it in the middle of the table so everyone can take their share.

"I do apologise darling, I let my Kenma know that I came to visit and he must have told the boys. I think they've all come to see me," Kuroo's mum confesses.

"You must be a very loved woman if they came all this way to see you. And it's no worries really, I'm always prepared for guests," I say, putting her at ease.

She beams at me as the door is banged loudly.

Kuroo mutters something about “rude assholes'' as he goes to open the door, a group of tall men making their way through the threshold.

"Hiya cap'ain," the mohawk guy says, patting Kuroo on the back. A tall, light brown haired man was next to greet him, then proceeded to exclaim "MUMMA KOZUME!!" and practically jumped onto the poor woman.

Wait, did he just say Kozume? Isn't Kenma's surname Kozume?

"Hey mum," Kenma greets, kneeling down to hug Kuroo's mum.

Who's mum is this lady?! I swear to god I'm going to go crazy.

"Hello hello everyone," A massive grey haired guy says, kissing Kuroo's mum on the cheek and hugging Kuroo.

The last guy to greet them is a tan guy with a buzz cut, and he does the same as his friend before.

"So Kuroo, when di'ja get yourself a girl, huh?" The grey haired guy asks, looking offended that he didn't know before now.

I raise my eyebrows as Kuroo just smiles guiltily. He introduces me to his friends and I wave hello, as they all begin to introduce themselves.

The grey haired guy says his name is Lev and that he's half Russian. A weird detail to include but interesting I guess.

The light brown haired man introduces himself as Yaku, and says that he was Kuroo's senpai back in high school.

"Yeah a demon senpai," Kuroo mutters in reply. My smile quickly turns into a grimace as Yaku jumps on him and they both start brawling on the floor, making a loud ruckus. A loud thumping can be heard from downstairs as Mrs. Suzuki starts to lose her mind and continues to bang the handle of her broom to her ceiling.

"Ugh, you morons upset Mrs. Suzuki! She's going to talk my ear off next time I see her..." I complain, grabbing a cushion and throwing it at the boys.

They flinch at my anger and quickly get up, muttering a quick apology. My glare softens as mohawk introduces himself as Yamamoto, and the tan guy says his name is Kai whilst vigorously shaking my hand.

"It's very nice meeting all of you. Dinner will be ready in a bit so please just make yourselves comfortable," I announce, making my way back into the kitchen.

The boys, all sporting grins, make their way to the living room and sit on the couches, man-spreading and slouching all over the place, one person taking up the usual spot for two.

I sigh, focusing on the dumplings in front of me.

I stiffen as I feel large hands on my waist, and a presence behind me. Visibly relaxing once I realise it's Kuroo, I turn around, his hands still resting on my hips, and his face nestled in the crook of my neck.

"Please just go along with it. We have to act like a couple if they're going to believe us," he mutters, his hot breath causing shivers to run up my spine.

I simply nod, instinctively placing my arms around his neck and running my fingers through his hair, something I've wanted to do since that day.

He groans into my neck, and I find myself holding my breath as I continue my hand movements.

"OI LOVEBIRDS! MUM SAYS THE DUMPLINGS ARE GONNA FUCKIN' STICK! Ow! Oh, sorry," I snatched my hands back from Kuroo, pushing his chest, my cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

What the fuck am I doing?!

I turn around back to the stove, mixing the dumplings in the boiling water as my thoughts race.

That felt too real, too much like a real relationship.

And way too addicting, apparently, since I already miss his close proximity.

The warmth on my waist disappears as I hear Kuroo running back into the living room.

"SHUT UP YOU MORON, THE DUMPLINGS ARE FINE!" I hear him scream, and then a loud thud as he presumably tackles whoever yelled at us to the ground.

I sigh as I hear Mrs. Suzuki's muffled thuds from downstairs in record time.

"You know I'm going to have to make Mrs. Suzuki some kind of apology cake because you boys can't sit down and act like adults," I complained, my arms crossed and an unimpressed expression on my face.

Lev and Yamamoto are on the floor playing some kind of Connect 4 game I've never seen before, while Kai looks to be having a deep conversation with Kuroo's mum, who is perched on the single arm chair like the queen she is.

Kenma is hogging the tv playing some kind of video game on Kuroo's ps5 (which I've hogged on more than one occasion), and Kuroo on the other hand has Yaku in a headlock.

He immediately lets go and apologises, and so does Yaku, who even bows in his regret.

I roll my eyes and shake my head at his mum, who just laughs, and I make my way back into the kitchen, setting food on the table and calling them in to eat.

After dinner, I find myself showered in compliments and not a bite of dinner leftover for tomorrow's lunch. Damn I'm good.

I served up cake I had already prepared from earlier along with fruits I washed and set on plates, and watched as that was eaten and finished before I even sat down. Kuroo's mum scolded the boys for poor manners, and they all apologised. Well, all except Kuroo, who just wiggled his pierced brows and winked at me.

I sit down on the floor next to the couch, since it was all occupied, and hear a dissatisfied sound coming from Kuroo's mum.

"Now, now, sweetheart. You don't have to be shy around me, just go on and take your usual seat next to Tetsuro," she says, nudging her head in Kuroo's direction, where the only vacant spot was literally his lap.

I look at her with wide eyes, even Kuroo seems taken aback by her suggestion, and all the boys are immaturely ‘oohing’ loudly as they laugh and make fun of us.

Kuroo makes a gesture for me to come next to him, so I hold back my heavy sigh, try my best to hide the flush on my face, and walk towards him, awkwardly perching on his knee.

He chuckles as he grabs my waist and pulls me flush towards his chest, my butt in the corner of the couch and my legs resting diagonally over his, so that my head is directly in the crook of his neck.

I hate to say it, but this is actually really damn comfortable.

Conversation has started up again, but it becomes secondary to the beat of his heart right under my ear, and my eyes start to get heavy as his scent and warmth lull me to a comfort that is beyond being awake and alert.

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Kuroo's POV

"What a cute girl she is, Tetsu. I'm so glad you've found her. And now that you've got her, you better. Not. Let. Go." She says, slapping me on the arm with each word of her last sentence.

What is it with women and slapping me?

"Ok, ok, I know mum, I won't stuff this up. I promise," I respond, smiling at her.

"Ok, well, I'm staying over at Kenma's house. Ah, no objections. You've already got your hands full, and I don't want to be in the way of young love. Plus, I'd rather listen to Kenma's midnight streams than you two in the middle of the night," she says, not accepting my objections and giving me a knowing look. My face warms to what she's insinuating, and I mutter a quick, "it's not like that," as I duck my head into Y/n's shoulder.

By this time the boys have all left, Kenma's downstairs waiting in his car for his mum to come, but she insisted on staying back for a few minutes to talk to me.

Y/n fell asleep a while ago now, still nestled on my lap, her head on my shoulder and her figure keeping me warm.

"I know exactly how it is, my darling. I've seen how you two act, pretending to be in a relationship just so we don't ask any uncomfortable questions. I won't meddle in your life, I never did, Tetsuro. But I will give you advice I expect you to consider. Don't let her go. Neither of you were pretending about your feelings towards each other, let me tell you that much." She says, knowingly looking at me.

I look up in alarm, which quickly morphs into a nervous laugh. She's good, I'll give her that much.

But, can Y/n really mirror my feelings?

"Ok darling, better not leave Kenma waiting any longer. I'll visit again tomorrow, or you can come over to Kenma's, whichever you prefer as long as she comes along too. I want to get to know my future daughter-in-law better!!"

With that, the woman who took me in and treated me like her own left my home.

I look down at my roommate, taking in the way her lashes are long enough to brush against her face, the way her brows are just a tad bit asymmetrical, the stroke of her nose and the bend of her cupid's bow.

I can't help but bring my hand up to caress the side of her face, content to stay here forever.

Mum would've loved her.

This thought broke the dam that held back my tears since middle school, and as they fell down my face I couldn't help but think of my own mother, coming in and hugging her, making her famous pie that I can't remember the taste of anymore. A sob racks my figure and I all of a sudden find a pair of e/c eyes staring up at me, my tears having dampened some parts of her face.

Wordlessly, she straightens herself and wraps her arms around my neck, running her fingers through the back of my head, stroking down towards my nape and up again. I cry into her shoulder, tears that I've bottled up, emotions I've ignored because I've had my dad, my grandparents and the Kozume's. Later, I even had the team, and they all followed me to the racing gig, a place where I can express my emotions through the reckless driving that could claim my life any second. I should have been grateful. Instead, the pain of her absence never ceased.

I clutch the back of her sweatshirt as I cry and cry and cry, eventually tiring myself out and running out of tears.

With dry sobs still racking my body every few minutes, she finally leans back, cupping my face in her gentle hands.

"What's the matter, Kuroo?" She whispers, looking up at me with tears shining in her own eyes. "You can tell me anything, or you can say nothing at all. Either way, I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you," she says, touching her forehead to mine and closing her eyes. She stays here for a moment before moving to get up and drag me up too.

"Come on, let's get you into your pjs and into bed. It's getting late."

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Your POV

Now in his usual shorts and singlet, I drag him to his massive bed, opening the neatly made bed and gently sit him down.

His hazel eyes follow me as I go to close the curtains, his lashes still wet from the countless tears he shed, his body still hiccupping with dry sobs.

Once I've put his blankets around him, I go to leave, muttering a goodnight as I leave.

"Y/n," I hear before I close the door. I peek my head in, "please stay."

Without a pause to think about his request, and already in my own pyjamas, I go next to him and crawl into his open arm as if I've been doing it every night, snuggling into his shoulder once more and wrapping my arm around his chest.

After a few moments of silence, he begins to speak in a raspy tone, "she's not my real mum. She's Kenma's mum, and I've... I've called her mum since I was around 7," he takes a deep breath before continuing. "I moved in with my dad and grandparents next door to the Kozumes when I was 6. I was nervous and shy back then. You wouldn't even recognise me because of the 180 turn my personality's taken. Kenma was even more social than I was. He was my first friend, and when I got him into volleyball and we met Coach Nekomata. That man inspired me to be the man I am today, and was the main reason why I joined the volleyball team in high school, and made friends with the guys. He did what my mum should've, supported me and gave me the confidence to live my life," he says, his voice cracking with the last word. I hug him tighter, knowing not to say anything as of yet.

"I just wish... I wish she didn't go. I wish she could've met you, Y/n. She would've loved you even more than Kenma's mum does," he confesses with a chuckle, sniffling and turning towards me to look me in the eyes.

"She would've seen the way I was around you. The different man I become. You make me a better person, Y/n. I find myself wanting to be better for you. I could never thank you enough for that. Please, never leave. Just stay with me, and I'll always be here for you," he says, repeating the same words I said to him earlier.

I can't help the smile from taking over my features and I lean in to kiss his nose, his eyes, his cheeks and finally I press my lips against his, something I have been wanting to do for a very long time.

"I will, Kuroo Tetsuro. I'll always stay with you."

A/n: So, I don't actually know if his mum passed away or if she left them, so I kind of just,, did both ?

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nikki152006 · 3 years

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Movie Night Heartbreak - Kaminari X Reader

We're having a movie night!" Kaminari sang out to you, making you laugh at your boyfriend. You and Kaminari had been dating for three months now, and were in a happy relationship, backed up by the whole Bakusquad, even Bakugou.

"Okay, what are we watching!" you asked the other members of the Bakusquad.

"Romantic movie?" Kaminari and Sero asked together. The rest of you said, "Naaaaah.", much to their sorrow.

"Action movie!" Kirishima and Mina suggested. You and Bakugou shared a glance and smiled evilly.

"A horror movie!" you and Bakugou cried out loud. "And the one who doesn't like the idea is literally trying to challenge me!" he said, activating small sparks on his hands.

"(NAME)! You traitor!" Kaminari shouted while you all laughed at his already scared figure.

"Okay, today night, 11pm, get all the popcorn and stuff, leave convincing Mr. Aizawa to me and Bakugou." you said and walked out, along with Bakugou. Being the third topper in class, with Bakugou as second, it was never too hard for you two to convince Mr. Aizawa.

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"OKAY!" Mina shouted. "Here's the popcorn!" she said, handing out everyone a bowl each. You all sat cuddled up in Bakugou's room, you next to Kaminari on one side and Mina on the other. The movie started.

It was scary. Even Bakugou yelped a few times during jump-scares and stuff. Kaminari, on the other hand, was hold you tight, you doing the same, affectionately.

"Damn, (Name)." he whispered. "If it was a romantic movie, we could have been making out right now."

You giggled and pecked his cheek. "My little baby Pikachu." you said, "A horror movie is more of a romantic one. Don't you see what position you are in?" He looked up at you and looked at his body, finding his face in your chest, hands around your waist and legs around yours. He blushed wildly and loosened his grip due to embarrassment. You gripped him harder and he blushed even more.

There was a knock on the door and an annoyed Bakugou paused the movie and checked out who it was.

"HAH!? EARS! WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" he shouted. The rest of your drifted your eyes to the door.

"That's Jirou, isn't it." Mina asked. You agreed with a "Hmmm."

"Why is she here though?" Kaminari asked, "Did anyone of you invite her?"

"No, Denki, it's just a Bakusquad here." you said, remembering no mention of anyone else joining you.

"Dunce-face!" Bakugou called out, "She's got talk to you so shit out!"

"Huh, me?" Kaminari asked, confused. You looked at him with raised eyebrows, "Did you do something naughty?"

"No, plus I don't understand why it's her and not Iida if I did do something wrong." he said, getting up and leaving.

Bakugou came back and sat on Kaminari's spot. You looked at him and he had a weird expression on his face.

"Anything wrong?" you asked him. He nodded. Sero, Mina and Kirishima also quietened down to listen.

"I've got this feeling that Ears would try seducing him or something." Bakugou said, making you all laugh. He growled at you all and told you all to "Shut up.."

"Jirou isn't like that." you said, "Plus I think she's crushing on you." At this information, all of the Bakusquad members let out a "Huh?" while Bakugou made a disgusted face.

"Really?" Kirishima asked, smiling widely. "Yeah." you said, "I mean, we're almost like friends and she keeps on saying things like -" you used your fingers as quotes quoting Jirou - "*Bakugou's muscular arms are way better than Kaminari's* ..then also, *Bakugou is hotter than Kaminari* and *I'm so jealous Bakugou likes you so much* and shit like that."

"You're an idiot." Bakugou said with wide eyes.

"I-I think I'll agree." Kirishima said. You turned to him in confusion.

"What?" you whined.

"(Name).." Mina said, "she's literally making you try to notice Bakugou more than Kaminari, and trying to get your mind off of him. No wonder she was acting so weird with us all week long."

"I-...but..." you muttered in shock.

"Woah, Bakubro! You figured quick." Kirishima said, at which Bakugou nodded and turned to you.

"Right now." he gruffed, "Let's focus on what she says to or does with dunce face." You all nodded and walked towards the door. Just as you began opening it, Kaminari slammed it open.

"Woah." you all said in unison.

"Are we not watching the movie anymore?" Kaminari asked. You all said, "We were about to check on you." again in unison and plopped back on the bed, as Kaminari shut the door and made his way upto the bed.

"Was anything wrong?" you asked, ruffling his hair as he sat beside you. He shook his head in denial and asked you all to play the movie. You all exchanged glances, knowing Kaminari would've done anything to avoid the movie. Bakugou played the movie and you both exchanged worried glances.

Almost half an hour had passed but Kaminari was just sitting straight, and not in your lap as usual. A sudden panic overtook you, as you remembered what your three friends had said while he was away.

You pulled Kaminari into your lap and hugged him. "Let me enjoy my romantic movie, Denki." you whispered into his ear. He looked up at you and flashed a smile before nuzzling into you.

He slept there.

The movie ended and Bakugou growled as he got the sleeping Mina and Kirishima off him. You chuckled at him.

"Need help?" you said, softly placing Kaminari on the side and walking over to help a struggling Bakugou.

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"Mmm? (Name)?" Kaminari called out. He opened his eyes slowly and rubbed them while getting up. He glanced around. (Name) was getting Kirishima off Bakugou as Bakugou was pushing Mina off. They both giggled. A sudden ache spread across Kaminari's chest as he observed both of them, giggling and drawing on Mina and Kirishima's sleeping faces. Jirou's words danced across his brain.

"It was true?" he mumbled, as his voice was mumbled by the giggles.

"N-No..." he said, as his eyes widened.

"I-I...Jirou was right...She...She was...I-I think...I think I should do as she said." he mumbled.

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"Bakugou, gimme the marker." you mumbled, examining the scribbles on Mina's face, "I forgot to draw around her eyes."

Bakugou, who had successfully finished Kirishima, gave you the marker and you drew circles around Mina's eyes.

"Now dunce face." Bakugou said.

"Leave him out of this." you said, not looking at him.

"Oh." Bakugou said, giggling, as he got up and walked to get some water, while raising his voice slightly so that you could hear, "You love dunce face too much?"

"Ugh..." you groaned, "Look, it's not about that, but I don't want him to wake up and find out that he's- "

Bakugou cut you off, saying, "(Name)'s so in love with dunce face that she's forgetting that I exist."

You stared at him. "Don't you dare!" you snarled. Bakugou merely chuckled, took out another marker and walked towards his bed.

"Bakugou! I'll make that picture of you sleeping I have go viral if you dare to." you snapped.

"Oh, I wonder when you both have been sleeping together." Kaminari's bitter voice drew both of your attention.

"Huh?" you said, confused. "We haven't." Bakugou said to him, blandly.

"Sure." Kaminari said, as his words were drenched in sarcasm and bitterness.

"Wh-What's wrong? Denki, are you alright?" you asked, getting up and walking towards him.

"Stay back." he spat at you. You felt a sharp pang in your heart.

"Looks like Ears has got him." Bakugou said, "Listen, dunce face-"

Kaminari cut him off, saying, "NO Bakugou! You don't get to say anything when you break MY relationship!"

"Wha- Denki, listen, that's not true!" you tried to say, "Bakugou isn't coming in anywhere, in fact he warned me that Jirou would try to break us apar-"

"NO (NAME)! ENOUGH! THAT IS JUST ENOUGH!"

"Hey.." Kirishima, who had woken up by the noise said groggily, "(Name) is right, Jirou has been acting weird all this time."

"Yeah.." Mina said, "She even tried to make (Name)-" but again, Kaminari cut them off,

"AND WHY SHOULD I BELIEVE ANYTHING YOU SAY! HUH? AFTER ALL! YOU ARE BAKUGOU AND (NAME)'S LAPDOGS!"

That hurt them and they shut up, staring at Kaminari, who was tearing up. Everyone there knew he was hurt and didn't blame him for what he said but everything he did say hurt alot.

"Denki..please atleast listen." you croaked out as tears rolled out of your eyes.

"No." he said, wiping his tears. "I think Jirou is way more good to be a girlfriend than you are. I'm breaking up with you right now. Enjoy Bakugou, bitch."

He stomped out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Tears fell from your eyes as you stared at the doors with a pained expression.

"I-I'm.." Bakugou whispered out, "I'm really sorry, I should've...not...hung around you so much." His voice was pained and you knew why. Kirishima and Bakugou were like your brothers. You cried as you sunk onto the ground. There was a long awkward silence, only filled with your sobs and the other three's sniffs.

After some time, they three, along with Sero walked upto you and sat beside you, and stayed there until you all fell asleep.

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"(Name)?" Uraraka called put to you, the next morning. You had just showered and walked down to the common room. Al most everyone was gathered there and they all wore worried looks.

"Yea?" you groaned, rubbing your already puffy eyes.

"Uh, last night." Uraraka said.

"Don't." you groaned as you eyes Jirou with a viscous look.

"I'm sorry I'm late!" Kaminari said, bringing two bowls of ice cream and plopping beside Jirou and handing her one. He eyes drifted to you for a second, then drifted off.

Kirishima and Mina came in, and Bakugou, who was sitting beside Midoriya, Sero, Momo and Todoroki, got up and the boys followed.

"Everyone!" Momo called out, "It pains me to say this but it will be unfair if I don't."

Everyone drifted their eyes to Momo. Bakugou shot you a reassuring glance.

"Yesterday night, the commotion we all witnessed, was caused due to Kaminari breaking up with (Name)! We all know that, don't we?" Everyone nodded and murmured a yes. Kaminari looked around, confused, and Jirou looked surprised and shocked.

"Well! I want to tell you all!" Momo announced, as her expressions faltered, "That Jirou, my best friend had told me during breakfast yesterday that the break up was due that night."

"Yeah, I heard too." Hagakure added. "Mee too." Tokoyami said and some other students murmured a yes.

"Also, Jirou, from the last one month has been trying to get (Name) to notice Bakugou, and think about him romantically."

"Wait." Kaminari said, "What shit?"

"Yes, Kaminari, " Momo said, sadly, "Jirou has been trying to make (Name) interested in Bakugou but (Name) thought she crushed on him instead."

"Ohh!" Uraraka cried, "And also, yesterday, Jirou said something like - That bitch (Name) will pay for having Kaminari!"

"Yeah!" Momo said, "Kaminari, Bakugou just told me what happened last night, but the truth is, Jirou has always been jealous of your and (Name)'s relationship and so, she set it all up!"

"(Name) is like a shitty sister to me." Bakugou gruffed.

You subconsciously threw a pillow at him and looked at Kaminari, who looked petrified and shocked. He turned to Jirou who was shaking in shock and was gritting her teeth.

"Is-Is that true?"Kaminari asked, facing you. You stared at him, blankly.

"You know." you said in a soft voice, "You don't need to consider it true if any freaking girl can come over and make you trust her more than any of Bakugou, me or our 'lapdogs.' "

Kaminari's eyes widened.

"I-.." he tried to say, and everyone looked at you, hopefully.

"Yeah yeah.." you sighed out, "Just trust me more." Kaminari's eyes brightened as he jumped over to hug you and you hugged him back.

"NO!" Jirou shouted. "STAY AWAY FROM HIM!"

Shinsou used his scarves to capture her and then handed the scarves to Bakugou, saying, "Here's the leash to the bitch."

Kaminari squeezed you in his arms, muttering apologies continuously, and calling himself a dork for questioning your loyalty. He kissed you quickly at which the girls exclaimed an "Aww" while Bakugou and Shinsou let out "Eww."s

Kaminari asked you to give him a moment to talk privately and you both walked over to his room.

Kaminari dropped on his knees and began begging you to forget what he did and continue like there was nothing wrong that night. You sighed as you dropped on your knees.

"My heart broke." you said, making him look down in regret, "But I know yours did too and that is why you acted like that." He looked up, with a small smile.

"It's okay." you said, hugging him and pulling in to his his lips.

"Now," you said, after you both pulled away, "It's best you apologize to our lapdogs too."

"I love you, (Name)." he whispered into your ear.

"I love you too, dork." you said, kissing his forehead as you both walked out, giggling at Jirou's annoyed screams as she tried to escape Shinsou's scarves.

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ace-nlis · 3 years

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How they met you & fell in love

a/n: This is the first time I decided to actually write something with the intention of posting it. I hope that whoever reads this enjoys it. I'm sorry if I've misspelled anything, English isn't my first language. I hope I did well for my first writing post >.<

WARNINGS: none apart from slight violence. Female reader. Cussing.

Otherwise; fluffy content.

(Y/n) - Your name

(L/n) - Last name

Like or repost if you enjoy <3

Akaashi:

When you first met him, you thought he was a pretty boy with a resting bitch face. He is an extremely straight forward 'say it how it is' type of person and you respected him for that because it isn’t always easy to just speak your mind upfront in this day and age. He didn’t really look all that friendly or approachable, but since you were friends with Bokuto you just had to suck it up and stick around. It was pretty awkward talking to him or even just being around him at first, until you realized that his exterior was an act and he’s a total softy when he isn’t trying to call Bo out on his bullshit. You found him to be an intriguing person, but also rather intimidating. He was peaceful, he didn’t talk all that much and kept to himself like a true introvert. You were the opposite, more of an ambivert type. You tried your best to befriend him, but little did you know that friendship would spiral into something else along the line.

After a while of being friends, Akaashi got red in the ears in your presence. He was easily flustered around you, and the both of you often tended to flirt and bicker as if it was second nature. The two of you in a room together never got boring. Everyone around you could tell the two of you were head over heels for each other. You thought the opposite though, you felt that the friendship was never going to progress into anything more and that your crush was meaningless because nothing would come of it. After being friends for several months, nearly reaching the 1 year milestone, you eventually started to distance yourself.

You always thought the way Akaashi acted around you was purely just because the two of you had a close bond as friends, nothing more, nothing less. Akaashi on the other hand was devastated when he noticed the drastic changes in the close bond you both shared. He noticed that whenever he walked into a room, you’d disappear. Whenever he tried to call you, you wouldn’t answer the phone and make up some excuse that you were busy. The poor guy felt like his sanity was hanging on a thread and all he wanted was to speak to you, figure out what he did wrong and at least go back to how things once were. One day, he cornered you in an empty classroom. His eyes seemed frantic and he made sure to trap you between his arms and leave no room for you to escape so he could get answers. “(Y/n), are you okay? Why have you been avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?”

It seemed like the questions that were wracking his brain kept tumbling out, and in an overwhelmed panic she stopped him. The next thing the both of them knew was that her lips were pressed to his. At first his eyes were wide and body was stiff with shock. He didn’t know how to respond, and he firmly believed that this was a dream. In her mind, she thought she had just made the biggest mistake of her life because he wasn’t responding to it, he was just standing there and embarrassment slowly started to flood her. Before she could pull away from him, his arms slackened and his hands slid down the wall beside her, eventually placing them on her hips and pulling her body flush against his while kissing her back feverishly. When the two pulled away, they were out of breath and their eyes had a dazed look in them as they locked eyes. He leaned his head against hers and sighed in relief, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist as he kept his eyes locked on hers. I think that’s when you both knew that there was no way in hell you’d let go of each other at any point in time because it really felt like you were meant to be together.

Oikawa:

You knew of Oikawa Tooru but you never actually wanted to be acquainted with him. To you he sounded like a total sleazebag, a player that loved breaking female students’ hearts left and right. Unfortunately for you, you just so happened to bump into him on Valentines day after having to reject a poor freshman. When you bumped into Oikawa, he thought that you were another girl ready to confess to him due to the box of chocolates in your hands and a smirk instantly made its way onto his face as he reached over to take the box. Your immediate response was to slap his hand away. If looks could kill, he sure as hell would be more than 6 feet under because you were not up for anyone's bullshit. Oikawa gasped in shock and retracted his hand immediately with a pout. “Hey! I know you. You’re (L/n), hmm. Aren’t you a friend of Iwa? You know, you don’t have to be embarrassed about trying to confess to me. I always appreciate a new follower.”

A mix between a scoff and a laugh of disbelief made its way out of you as you immediately shoved the box of chocolates into your bag. “Wow, I knew you were vain but I guess I underestimated just how much. If you think I have any interest in an asshole like you then you must be smoking something. I have no interest in being one of your petty little toys that you hold on a string. I refuse to be one of your little puppets that follow you around to show my undying admiration for someone as shitty as you. No wonder he calls you Shittykawa. You truly are a self centered douche.”

Oikawa’s face was burning red with embarrassment as she pushed past him and continued going to her class. He was astonished, shocked beyond any words imaginary as he stood there and tried to process what had just happened. Eventually he was brought back to his senses when Iwaizumi smacked him over the head and told him to stop staring like a dumbass and get to practice. “Iwa, How do you know (L/n)?” He asked suddenly after they walked in silence for several minutes, which was very unlike Oikawa. “I’m in the majority of her classes and she lives a block away from me. Why?”

“She’s weird. I thought she was gonna confess and then she slapped my hand and called me a douche.” Oikawa said, his tone was completely flat for once and Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow at his friend. “Yeah, well what do you expect? She has better things to do than fawn over you, Shittykawa.”

*Insert offended Oikawa noises here*

Needless to say, his first encounter with you was not exactly what he would’ve liked it to be. Slowly though he tried to fish more information out on you, he wanted to understand why you weren’t like the other girls who practically fell in love with him at first sight and why you were the way that you were in general. That meant that any time Iwaizumi would meet up with you at a park to study together or whenever you guys would spend any type of time together that Tooru would tag along. Teachers thought that you were having a blooming friendship with him though and much to your dismay you ended up getting partnered with him on a school project. You felt sick to the pit of your stomach because you truly didn’t want him to come to your home, but he kept insisting and you knew that there would be no point in trying to convince him otherwise so you gave in to his stubbornness.

You felt ashamed the moment he stepped through the front door, your parents were never home and you had to take care of your younger twin siblings. The house was a mess, and that was when he understood why you had such a cold persona around others. You wanted to distance yourself from people and push them away as much as possible in order for you to not have to go through the embarrassment of looking like a train wreck to everyone else in the circumstances that you were in as opposed to your usual well put together attitude. To your surprise though, he was patient. He jumped in on helping you clean, he even helped the twins with any homework questions they had in between working on your project together and showed no judgement. In fact, he gave you a look of understanding.

After that, you were able to tolerate him more and you allowed him to visit the twins more often while even bringing along his nephew for all of them to play together. He taught them how to play volleyball while also helping you in the kitchen when you needed it. He didn’t want to admit it, but he honestly fell in love with you because of how genuine you were. You guys flirted, but it was suffocating to him like all the other girls who flirted with him on a daily basis. He only had interest in you, and you bet your ass Iwa teased the shit out of him for it. Your project got an incredible score of 100% and the two of you celebrated together by playing some volleyball even though you were complete shit at it. He didn’t care though and had fun. You found yourselves hanging a lot more often, being around each other almost 24/7 and you even met his family at some point. They absolutely loved you, and so did he.

He tried to figure out how he’d confess to you, he wanted it to be special. He wanted it to be a moment the both of you would remember because he quite honestly couldn’t see him spending any of his time with any other girl apart from you. Of course he was extremely nervous and skeptical on how to approach it, it was a 50/50 chance of you liking him back. The thoughts left his mind when he heard your voice outside a local supermarket, asking someone to leave you alone and that immediately flipped a switch in his brain. He quickly tried to look for you and found you trying to tell some tipsy guy that you didn’t want anything to do with him to which he immediately went over with his hands tucked in his pocket.

“Hey (Y/n), everything okay?” he asked as he coldly stared at the man that had been harassing you. A quiet “Oh thank god” was whispered underneath your breath as you managed to force your way closer to Tooru. He immediately wrapped one arm around your waist and kept his eyes locked on the other older gentleman that had been bothering you. The guy smirked, “Oh nothing man, I was trying to have a chat with her and she got all bitchy. That’s all.” (Y/n) could feel his body language immediately became a lot more tense, but you quickly pulled at him and tried to evade the situation. “It’s not worth it, Tooru. Let’s just go, okay? We can get some milk bread and watch movies or something.”

“I don’t appreciate the way you talk about my (Y/n)-chan. In fact, I’d advise you to leave her alone before I make you regret even breathing the same air as her. Got that?” He spoke calmly as he gently nudged you out of the alleyway next to the store. “Hey, who the hell do you think you are? Huh? Can’t just take my woman like that, dude.” This is when you truly saw how angry Oikawa could get as all he did was throw a punch and the guy was down. You could only stare in shock at what had just unfolded in front of you. “If you ever talk about her like that again I swear I’ll make you regret you ever existed.” At that he tugged you along and when the two of you were a few blocks away you grabbed hold of his hand and inspected it. “You seriously didn’t have to go that far. I don’t care what a low life has to say about me, at least I don’t live in the streets and I’ve got a roof over my head.” He remained silent for a moment before latching his hand onto your wrist and pulling you into his chest. “I’d never let anyone do or say anything to hurt you. Remember that. I’m just sorry you had to witness me get like that. I’ll make it up to you though.”

“Oh? I think a date would be a pretty nice way to make it up to me since you insisted on calling me your (Y/n)-chan” you said, giving him a cheeky smile to which he could only reply with a teasing smirk. “Hm, seems only fair after I saved you as heroically as I did.”

“Whatever you say, douche”

*insert baffled Oikawa noises here*

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