#utter trash doodles

[utterhomestucktrash]

Watched Ruby Gillman Teenage Kraken so - sea besties !!

[utterhomestucktrash]

This is so my aesthetic I had to draw it for a warm-up thank u queen 👑

Clothes

[decayayhagfishh]

I'M BAAAAAAACK,,,, i've been neglecting my tumblurr for like ages,,,,have these sango doodles as excuse,,,, unfortunately i have been feeling like utter trash and at my lowest lately so im purrbably not going to return so soon,,,,!!!!!!!!!!! ^_^_^ but never expect me not to talk about ikigusare anymore. you'd be a fool to asume that.

Thas enouf

[aggro-my-beloved]

Trash Polka (AsherxBabe)

note: this hasn’t been fully looked over/edited so if you notice my mistakes just pretend you don’t. k thx.

summary: *doodles that a person draws on themselves will appear on their soulmate’s skin* [babe is tired of wearing hoodies in summer, and leggings in the spring. but their soulmate seems too caught up in his career to mind leaving little notes and drawings on their skin, rather than revealing himself. babe DOESN’T take matters into their own hands, but they soon won’t be covered by a mod-podge of their soulmate’s scribbles. one can hope, at least.]

pairing(s): AsherxBabe (romantic), AsherxDavid (platonic)

warning(s): none

word count: 1.4k

estimated reading time: 7 mins

taglist: @ther3alsweetheart @darlin-collins @professionallyyappinabtangst @elles-roses @ashertickler mwah

“GLOVES AGAIN? IT’S A HUNDRED degrees outside.” Katherine quips from her desk. As usual, Babe’s morning is all swearing and stumbles through the office building as they don a more than modest collection of clothing.

“I think it’s a hundred and one, actually.” Vinny chortles from his cubicle. Since turning down his invitation to be his plus one at the office holiday party the year prior, he’s been more prone to poke fun at them. Babe illustrates the smirk tugging at his lips and fantasizes ripping it clean off his visage while preparing for another busy morning. Bag strap on the back of their chair. The largest iced coffee Starbucks could provide them on the ceramic coaster gifted by Katherine, which reads some motivational slogan Babe would be caught dead uttering in any unironic fashion.

“I still don’t know how you manage to work like that.” Their colleague’s tone is the perfect balance of judgment and concern; a siren song can draw the most taboo answers from anyone she crosses paths with. Babe is aware of this, and yet they still respond. Katherine is approachable, but isn’t as prone to flapping her lips compared to others who lurk in the office.

“I told you before, Kat, I get cold easily. Low iron, and stuff.” Babe clears their throat and wiggles their chair closer to the computer before them. A few minutes pass, and they flicker their eyes between the two cubicles on either side of them, harboring a yapping Vinny on his phone, and Katherine engrossed in her bookkeeping tasks. Babe’s movement is subtle as they sink lower in their chair, and stretch their arms beneath their desktop to flick on the fan to its highest setting. Another glance back and forth. More nonsense gabs from Vinny. Even more sounds of filing papers from Katherine. They are sandwiched in a personal hell, but the heavy dress pants and turtleneck strangling their figure may be to blame for that.

Relieving wool gloves from their hands has grown to be an orgasmic experience for Babe. One of the few things they miss about working remotely is the pleasure of joining video meetings half-naked, and feel content with the fact that their colleagues are none the wiser about what their lower half is lacking. In this office full of prying eyes and passive-aggressive chatter, though, the simple act of baring their hands fills them with equal amounts of pleasure and shame of a lambasted stripper.

Babe’s eyes cascade over the swoops and strikes of black ink on skin, written in their spoken language but still holding no significant meaning—the lines embedded in their palm act as lines on ruled paper.

Sm Tourn @ Davey’s Fri 8

Buy milk, almost out

DO NOT DRINK MILK IN FRIDGE!

For whatever reason, the person who left these notes for themself also found it apropos to doodle a smiley face below the crease of their thumb. Babe stiffens at the tickling sensation on their opposite hand and draws their attention toward the writing slowly appearing on it. It’s messier than chicken scratch with some typos, like every other message this person leaves for them to discover, but Babe’s witnessed these messages long enough to decode them, or at the very least, try to.

The first time their parents discovered the writing on their skin, it couldn’t have come at a worse time. They were freshly tween, overflowing with naivety and curiosity, and they assumed their anonymous messenger was too. Babe’s father clocked them at the dinner table and demanded they show him their hand, where a “naughty” word written in bold lettering was spelled out on four out of five of their knuckles. Any excuse Babe mustered in that moment would have been a lie because they were still clueless as to how random notes appeared on their skin, or who the person writing them was.

They chalked it off as a word they heard from their classmates, but it didn’t satisfy their parents in the slightest. Babe missed a whole week's worth of Pokémon and Spongebob on the family television and held that grudge for as long as they could remember. But with no face or name to target their anger towards, they learned that stewing was pointless. Soapy water was the obvious solution in Babe’s mind. Just scrub hard enough and there would be no proof, right? Wrong. Whatever mystical power is embedded in this ink, or Babe’s skin, allows it to last twenty-four hours when fighting against soap, stain sticks, or even concealer. From that point on, Babe wrestled themselves into floor-length bottoms and long-sleeves up until high school graduation.

They’ve struggled falling asleep at night, trying to view this anomaly as a “gift”. Nobody else they’ve come across has poorly drawn Star Trek characters or names of midwest emo bands littering their epidermis like a composition notebook. Not to mention the person distributing these excerpts of their life–who are they? Do they know they’re capable of something like this? Do they even know Babe exists, and ponders the consequences of this condition in their life, and cries at the reminder that they can never purchase that crop top on sale or be stared at walking down the beach with a sweatshirt on?

Babe is broken out of their spiraling thoughts by Madelyn’s request to fetch the mail from the lobby. They didn’t catch the particular reason, but their ears perked up at the words “big check we need to run.” Babe feels invisible strings urging their eyes to roll and fights them, seizing the pair of gloves and bustling towards the nearest elevator. Once upon a time, Babe would take any excuse to waltz down the seventeen flights of stairs to dilly dally. But that was before their thoughts became consumed with dying of heat stroke between concrete walls and cotton layers.

Babe finds solace in the empty elevator, and decides to savor the feeling of bare hands in every way imaginable by cracking their knuckles, reaching them up to the fluorescent lights of the lift and drenching their skin in the gleam. In seconds, they become clenched fists, clammy and unresponsive at the sound of quickly approaching steps and voice growing in volume.

“Look, I know I left the stove on. I’m sorry, buddy. It was just a little flare up...” In a panic, Babe reaches forward to jab the button to close the doors, and halts at the sight of their hand, covered in more scribbles than before. They reduce themself into the corner, hastily cloaking their hands with the gloves. Amidst putting on the second one, the voice introduces its body in the picture as it squeezes through the elevator doors right before they shut. His phone is situated between his ear and shoulder, as he shuffles through the large stack of paperwork between his hands.

His hands…

Look just like…

“Bye buddy, love you!” His blonde hair swishes against his forehead as he cranes his neck down to end the call. “He’s really trying to turn me into that guy who’s being super loud on their phone in the elevator.” While pocketing his phone, Babe’s eyes follow his hands, scribbled in black. He retrieves a pen from behind his ear, uncaps it with his mouth and lets the ballpoint make contact with his skin before he begins writing. Babe feels the familiar tickle, but is too in shock to respond. Halfway through his latest entry, he shakes the pen violently with a grunt. “Damn, this thing’s getting low on ink.”

Through his peripheral vision, the blonde peeks over at the second set of hands in the elevator, and notices some writing peeking out from the half-worn glove overtaking Babe’s left hand. “Another avid notetaker, I see. My friends can’t stand it when I write on my skin. They say it's a one way trip to ink poisoning. But it’s saving the trees, right?” Again, the nervous chuckle floats through the space, and then awkward silence. Babe’s lips remain parted in awe, too caught up in the current revelation to grab hold of anything as the elevator’s motor stutters and comes to a sudden halt. Before they could tumble to the floor, his coated hands caught them amidst their teetering. Blue eyes pooling with an intimidating level of concern, stare them down.

“Aw man, I think the elevator got stuck. Hey, are you alright?” The eyes flicker down, and the man appears to harbor the same revelation as Babe when he further inspects the writing on their hand. At least, they thought…

“No way! You like Star Trek too?”

soulmate september schedule | main masterlist | abt author

[rando-lesbo210]

Really sorry I've been dead again, usual blabble, school and work, yadda yadda

I've been struggling to focus seriously on things and struggle reading (need to finish debt or alive before I can continue fallen heirs, so spoiler warning for that in advance) i might do random oneshots of aus or branched timelines and such- certain things ima probably post on an alt and I'm not tagging it, you just might recognize my writing and hcs in other gaigel fics if you parooze their tag on ao3

Might be silly though and post other oneshots with other characters but I'm utter gaigel trash so don't hope for it/lh

I however am probably going to post my iteration of Control Core soon for advanced warning or maybe something for the real angst cravers to keep an eye out for

Love you all and I promise as always I haven't forgotten abt you guys I'm just crushed with illness and no time- I may also upload some doodles of a shitpost au I had of portal x gaigel but anyways

[capableantlerfrog]

Continuing to explore this inescapable feeling of feeling trapped and powerless and unwilling to move or change or...

My living room is an utter mess. OK, I call it the common room. But the common room...the table is covered in index cards of watercoloring, not to mention the paint directly on the table. OK, the kids were painting, it happens, they can leave it out if they just did it...

but there's stuffies on the table, markers, paper towels, cookie boxes.

and it spreads to the counter next to it. Empty bottles and markers, more paintings and a pallette and brushes. Brushes not in their jar but in a separate cup. Really, though, every flat surface gets covered in index cards that are painted or drawn on.

Across the floor are these index cards too - I pick them up as I go. Right now, though, there's rubix cubes and a plastic bag and another painting. Tangled balloons blowing in the wind of the ceiling fan.

The room is covered in CLUTTER. NOTHING IS CLEANED UP when they finish, they just leave their half-finished activity out and present.

And things wander. Cookie boxes wind up under the bed or in a bag, cracker packages in every room, yogurt bowls and cups and used spoons. The kitchen doesn't have anyplace to put something down because there's index cards or someone's cookies or a box of something they wanted to make but realized they can't cook.

Not to mention when R gets out a whole gallon of milk and as many cups as he can fill. Cups line the counter.

I would normally retreat to the soft room, but there are more index cards and art supplies scattered, food containers and empty bottles and medicine bottles and a few books. The bed is not made and generally occupied - so it's not an escape.

I could go upstairs maybe, but their room is covered with the same things, food and index cards and markers and clothes. Everywhere, just everywhere there's food and index cards and art supplies.

Not to mention, my own art supplies are treated the same way. Sharpies, I use sharpies, and they are MAGNETIZED to them, so I have to hide them. If I don't? They will travel around the house and wind up on a table or paper towel or skin.

And my colored pencils, and the sharpener, they do not stay in the box. The box stays there, the pencils wander all over the house. the sharpener should be used sparingly, and it's small and easy to lose, yet it's...out in the kitchen?

I never have both pairs of scissors. Thank god I have two, because one pair is always somewhere else, and I never know. I have to hope it reappears - and it eventually does in some other room. I put it away, and then it will vanish again.

That's sort of the point. Things aren't put away. So if I want to find my pencils, or my scissors, or my cookies, I need to ask a kid where it is. The kid will forget and mount a search to go find it. But...if the item was put away, I'd know where it was and have it immediately. Everything becomes slower, from feeding myself to basic work tasks with paper. The whole LIFE becomes slower because I'm surrounded by things I need to compulsively pick up, trash and food mess and more and more index cards.

I can't live like this much longer, with unceasing mess and clutter throughout my house endlessly, me just waiting for this to END so I can clean up the clutter and go back to a tidy house and without fear of someone doodling on my desk pad.

[fallingstar-cresentmoon]

*Untitled Poem*

Why does he hurt me so much?

I have blocked him from my vision, yet I can still picture him in my mind

I can hear him humming while strumming my guitar 

The guitar I can no longer touch 

I can smell his body spray with desperation hiding behind it 

Always there and peaking out when he thought no one was around 

I run my fingers against the doodles in my notebooks and on my walls 

Then I throw them out, in the trash just like how he threw out our relationship 

The last words he uttered to me are ingrained into my soul 

The meaning behind them opened a wound I cannot close 

No stitches or sealings work 

Nothing will make me forget

The blood is pouring out, puddles all around, staining the shoes he thought were cool

The white is no more, just the red of my blood, the color he loved so much 

It was everything 

Now, I made sure it is nothing.

[boszbichblitzo]

With nothing but time on his hands (for the moment), Blitz had holed himself up in his office as soon as he got in that morning to do..... well, whatever the fuck he felt like doing. Currently, he was in the middle of doodling a picture of himself and Loona as horses when the loud BANG and circus music that followed caused him to jump and knock over a half-full cup of coffee right onto the page he was drawing from. Anger flared and the imp stood from his desk, ready to give the source of his disruption a piece of his mind, when suddenly a familiar face appeared in his office doorway.

"Fizz?" Blitz blinked at the jester, anger quickly fading, and he sat down again as the other imp approached, wiping the spilled coffee and the artwork it had ruined off the desk and into the trash with his sleeve. "I wasn't expecting a visit, what's up?"

The answer to his question quickly presented itself as a box was thrust in his face and Blitz flinched back instinctively before brightening up as his brain finished processing this was a present. "Thanks! What'd ya get me?" He tore into the box excitedly with his claws more focused on the act of unwrapping something– he'd rarely gotten gifts over the last fifteen or so years, it was exciting– than whatever was actually inside the box. The utter confusion that struck when he eventually did see the gift inside was obvious on his face, brows pinching together as he pulled the item from the box, then glanced up to meet Fizz's gaze. "What did you get me? What is this?"

Sinsmas: Fizz!

It was a particularly slow day at I.M.P headquarters, and then the front door slammed open with dramatic flair, followed by the sound of circus music blaring from an unseen speaker. Standing in the doorway, in all his overly-animated glory, was none other than Fizzarolli. Of course! Who else?

“Well, well, well, look who decided to drag his lazy ass to work today!” Fizz teased as he saw Blitz, sauntering into the office like he owned the place. His joints whirred as he moved, his grin wide and devilishly mischievous. “Miss me, Blitz?”

Fizz asked as he twirled his hat dramatically before perching on the edge of Blitzo’s desk. “Now we both know, I am a super duper very busy demon, but I just had to make a pit stop. I’ve got something for you, and I think you’ll find it electrifying.”

Fizz pulled a bright pink box out of nowhere, complete with a glittery bow, and pushed it toward Blitzo. “This, my dear friend, is a gift of appreciation. For all the chaotic memories we share and because I just know you’re gonna love this.”

Inside was a custom-made, bedazzled, life-sized replica of Fizzarolli’s signature horns. Except these weren’t just any horns—they were outfitted with LEDs, adjustable vibration settings, and, of course, an instruction manual that promised “hours of fun.”

[@boszbichblitzo

[glassparty]

please excuse my non existent humor but I felt compelled do draw this.

[aealzx]

Mikey thought he’d seen the extent of his brothers’ eating habits, and had consequently managed to build up a tolerance to their savagery. But when he turned and caught sight of Leo chugging straight saline solution like it was a sports drink he couldn’t smother down his abhorrence.

“LEONARDO HAMATO!”

It was unfortunate that the tone of Mikey’s voice couldn’t quite contain the amount of disgust held in his small body, but at least that disappointment was placated by the satisfaction of Leo spitting and choking in surprise.

“Wha- WHAT???” Leo sputtered after a fit of coughing, looking over to Mikey with incomprehensible oblivion to the crime he was committing.

“Are you mad?! Why are you drinking IV water?!” Mikey demanded.

Leo had the gall to stare in confused surprise for a long stretch before looking at the bottle in his hand. “...Becaaaause I don’t want to get dehydrated? No offense, but you all suck at putting IVs in.”

“That’s what sports drinks are for, you nasty!” Mikey shot back, shaking his head in utter disappointment. The amount of trash this boy put into his mouth.

_________________

I decided a new headcanon while I was drawing saline bottles for the Better Genes comic, and decided to doodle something for it X’D

[utterhomestucktrash]

If I requested a chubby ratgirl for no particular reason, would you draw conclusions?

Yes. Anyways here u go

[kidsnipe]

Rock My World—Richie Tozier

Richie Tozier x reader

First thing I post here lmao 🤡👍

WC: 1.5k

Have you ever wondered what it felt like to be in love?

Richie has, and it was almost every day. No matter what he did, he just couldn't get himself to fall deeply for someone. He started believing that he was aromantic at one point. But that all changed once Y/N L/N appeared in Derry. Now, he couldn’t keep his thoughts in place whenever she was around or when they were together in class.

[. . .]

“Um, hey… Is this seat taken?” An unsure voice pipes up through the chatter of the Losers club. They all stop talking and look toward the source of the voice. A new person has made their way into this little town!

“Are you sure you wanna do that, toots?” Richie turned around in his seat to look at the newcomer. He had to do a double-take at how beautiful this girl was firsthand.

“Ye-ye-ye-yeah, you sh-sh-should probably find an a-a-a-a-another table to sit at…” Bill trailed off trying to keep his stuttering at a minimum so that the new girl wouldn’t make fun of him. She smiled kindly at the stuttering boy, not a trace of pity in her demeanor.

She scraped the empty chair back so she could sit in between Stanley and Eddie and sat down gleefully.

“Excuse me… Did you not hear what we just told you?” Stanley whispered to the new girl, and she looked at him with a small smile.

“Yes, I heard your ‘warnings’ but I would rather sit with you guys than sit with any of the other people that are in this sucky school,” She whispered back to Stanley and then turned back to the table and waved, “My name is Y/N by the way, but y’all can call me anytime you want,” She winked and leaned back into her chair crossing her legs cheekily. Beverly chuckled at Y/N’s little joke and shook her head while the boys just stared at her with utter confusion and bewilderment. If this was not a one-time occurrence—spoiler alert: it was not—they will not only have to deal with their local trash mouth but now the flirty new girl as well. Those two together will be the end of their sanity.

“Well, then… Welcome to the Losers’ club Y/n” Stanley turned slightly to offer the new girl a small yet reassuring smile.

[. . .]

“Richard Tozier! Have you not been paying attention to my class, young man?!” The school’s pre-calculus teacher screeched while smacking Richie’s desk with a wooden yardstick. Richie’s eyes shot up to the teacher as he looked up from his doodled-up notebook page. A few snickers could be heard from around the classroom, but no one dared to utter any other noise. Richie scowled at his classmates and then looked back at the teacher with a small smile.

“Sorry about that, Ms. Caesar, I was just too distracted by yer dress!” Richie started and stood up to point at her body with his arms extended, “I mean, teach, c’mon it’s incredible!” He added and the teacher’s demeanor softened towards him while she gushed. His whole class was looking at him as if he grew another head while Y/N just looked at Richie suspiciously.

“You think so, Richard? That is so very nice of you!” She told him and Richie smirked a bit.

“Of course, toots! It’s incredible ya even fit in it!” Not even a second after he said this the whole classroom started howling with laughter and the teacher’s face dropped completely into one of anger once again. Y/N’s hand flew instantly up to her mouth to cover up her laughter as she stared directly at Richie and he stared back, completely proud of the comment he had made.

The teacher turned to him with the yardstick in hand and smacked his head rather hard making Richie yelp loudly. The class sobered up after that, “Mr. Tozier! Go straight to the principal’s office!” She screamed out towards the lanky boy, and he scowled slightly. He stood up petulantly and looked at the teacher with a fake smile.

“Do not pass Go, do not collect 200 dollars, right?” Richie muttered bitterly as he passed Y/N’s seat tapping it twice as if to tell her something. She perked up at his words and his tiny gesture feigning disappointment at his words. Once he was outside of the classroom, Y/N raised her hand for the teacher to see her.

“Yes, Miss Y/L/N?” The teacher asked the girl groggily. The girl smiled kindly at the teacher and asked to be excused to go to the bathroom which the teacher gave consent to, inwardly praising the girl for her good manners. Y/N stood up from her seat while still smiling at the teacher and walking towards the door.

The infamous trash mouth Tozier was waiting by lockers for Y/N to come out of the classroom so he could at least talk to someone instead of being lectured by the principal. He was not looking forward to his little chat with the beloved person who hated him so much he would be expelled by now if not for his incredible grades.

“Ah, Mr. Tozier, you’ve been a very bad boy today,” Y/N smirked at her friend. Richie looked up from his ring-clad hands and smirked back at the girl. She stood right in front of him with her arms crossed, “It’s like you’re asking to get punished,” She pouted jokingly and went back to her smirking face in a second.

Richie dug his hands into his pockets and looked at Y/N with mischievous eyes, “I’ve just been in a very bratty mood today, doll face,” Y/N's eyes widened as she stifled her giggles. He could listen to those giggles all day every day and not get tired. Man, he was in deep.

“In all seriousness, Rich, that was quite the show in there.” She says, and he smirks cheekily.

“Only for you, baby doll,” Richie replies, and Y/N blushes slightly. He thinks nothing of it because she could never like a scrawny guy like him. How could she? She had a whole line of guys that wanted to get with her—including himself.

“Aw, my little trash mouth is so cute!” Y/N gushes playfully and squishes Richie’s cheeks which made him scrunch his nose as he tried to lick her hand. She took her hands away from his face immediately and feigned disgust. With a smile on her face, she got closer to him, “Say, what do you think if we got outta here?” She whispered and Richie’s eyes glistened at the idea. Being alone with Y/N was one of his favorite ways to pass time.

Without a second thought, he grabbed her hand in his and ran toward the school’s doors. They laughed heartily as they reached their bikes, grabbing them and racing to the quarry.

Once they got to their destination, they lay down next to each other in the shade. Richie decided to break the comfortable silence surrounding them, “Do you remember when we were losers back in middle school?” Y/N turned to face him and with a solemn look on her face, she took his hands in hers, playing with the many rings he had on.

“You were never a loser to me, Rich.” Her comment made his breath get caught in his throat. Had she really said that or was he imagining the whole thing? He sat up gently bringing her up with him. He brought her closer by her waist and felt her shiver when his hand touched the sliver of skin she had exposed on the small of her back.

“I’m glad you think that Y/N.” He never called her by her name, so she knew he was being serious. She felt breathless at that moment, and she felt herself lean into his space even more. He looked down at her soft lips and let his gaze linger there for a bit more before returning his eyesight to her doe eyes. Y/N got the hint that she was not the only one thinking about it and leaned in to capture Richie’s lips in a tender yet fleeting kiss. Once she pulled away Richie’s eyes slowly opened, a bit disappointed it had been such a short encounter.

“Toots, you can’t kiss me that rapidly. Yer gonna leave me wantin’ more of ya!” Richie exclaimed and brought her onto his lap only to kiss her with even more passion, wanting to evoke all the feelings he had in her. She kissed back, reciprocating the feelings he wanted to get across. Once the couple broke away from the kiss, breathless, Y/N smiled at Richie with so much adoration that the only thing he could do was blush feverously.

“Maybe I want you to keep coming back for more, Rich,” Y/N said to him cheekily and he smirked for the nth time that day.

“You rock my world, sweetheart.” Richie went in to lay a soft peck on her lips and she returned it with a smile on her face.

“I can rock so much more than just that, Tozier."

[friendodo]

family circle doodle prompt maybe? living together usually means witnessing ur roommate’s weird habits at some point so what do sj & sy do that make them side eye each other? i mean apart from the fact that sy is side eyeing everyone around him at any given time

Shen Yuan insists later that the commoner’s book section exists for educational purposes only and SQQ doesn’t know what to make of it except for scheduling in an interrogation of the QJ librarian the day afterwards and feeling only somewhat comforted that SY denounces the book as utter trash

[insanityrat]

O fuck more spamton

And here we see a wild spamton nesting in the trash. He is violent guarding the pipis and spamlings while addisons watch is utter shock at the majesty before them

Inspired by this here post under the cut (plus more doodles)

If u see this hi OP

Aww, spamton thinks he looks like his favorite person how cute

He doesn't like the binding of issac apparently

(Bonus pog points if you know what spam a tron is talking about

Damn bitch look at him go

Okay so i saw someone post something along the lines of like "God i hope spamton isn't a tumblr sexyman i dont wanna see art of him with a pop up ad covering his dick. So uh too bad buddy here it is

The worst

And now all of them together

Ok post over

[tonguetiedraven]

Neat Notes and Messy Words

Fandom: Blue Exorcist/Ao No Exorcist

Pairing: Bon/Rin

Summary: Rin starts to find notes in his locker and assumes they're for his much more popular twin. (Hardly unreasonable since his feet are always covered in the notes falling out of Yukio's locker.)

Except they might not be for Yukio at all, which begs the question: who is leaving the notes?

Part: One, Two, Three, Four

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“This is a tremendous waste of paper.” Yukio muttered as he once again scooped up several fallen notes. He’d managed to keep most of them off the floor today. 

It was unbelievable. “Have you seriously never responded? Don’t they get tired?”

“I don’t know.” Yukio shoved the entire lot in a small plastic bag and grabbed the ones that had managed to stay in his locker out as well. “I made a mistake of responding when we were in Middle School, but not here.”

Rin spun his lock and tugged his door open. Nothing fell out, and he was giddy for a moment, until he noticed there was a note sitting on his books.

Not again. Had they just not bothered to read his message? Damn it, was Yukio right? Blowing out an irritated breath, he unfolded it with a few angry movements and glared down at the words.

[Rin Okumura, I know exactly whose locker this is. I’m writing to you, not your brother. This was the only way I could think of to express my admiration and feelings for you. If you still want me to stop, I will.]

Rin actually felt his mouth pop open in surprise as he read the note. He reread it twice to make sure he’d gotten all the words right, but they didn’t change. It was his name on the note, and it was him all the notes had been meant for.

I like your smile.

Your laugh makes my heart flutter.

There’s nothing quite as lovely as the color of your eyes. I’m always looking for it now.

NO! 

“Yukio!” Rin moved from his locker with a sudden panic. Yukio jerked back in surprise and almost dropped his bag. “The notes! The notes I gave you! What happened to them?”

“What?”

Rin grabbed his twin’s arm and didn’t care that he looked insane. “The notes that were in my locker. What did you do with them?!”

Yukio shoved him off. “They’re in the trash, of course.”

Rin sprang across the room to the trash can in question and peered at it. There were a lot of papers, and some wrappers. What were his chances?

But it had a little doodled heart on it, and he couldn’t just let it disappear. Someone had written that his laugh made their heart flutter, and damn it all, he was going to get it back. 

Rin dug his hands into the pile and started to tug everything out. It was a ripped piece of college-ruled paper. It was written in a practical black pen, and the corner had been ripped off. 

He was almost at the bottom with Yukio watching in undisguised alarm by the time he spotted it. There was a stain on the bottom, but the words were still legible, and the partial heart wasn’t damaged.

Holding it over his head victoriously, he darted back to his locker and put it next to the two other notes he still had.

“Rin— you can’t just — what happened?”

Oh, he had left the garbage out… whatever. This was a rich school. Mephisto could pay for someone to clean that up. What did garbage matter when someone was writing these notes to him?

“They were mine.” 

“What?”

Rin motioned to his new collection of notes. “They were meant for me.” Someone liked him enough to send him notes. 

“Oh,” Yukio blinked in surprise, “Congratulations?”

Rin carefully folded each of the notes, smoothing out the one Yukio had crumpled and thrown away, and carefully put them in the zipper pocket of his bag so they wouldn’t fall out. Someone liked his smile. Someone’s heart fluttered when he laughed. Someone liked his eyes. It was enough to make a burning sort of happiness rise up in his chest. Enough to have him swallow a few times and grinning like an utter loon.

He tugged his note off and flipped it around. He scrawled: “Don’t stop” in big letters on the back. After a moment of staring, he added a little heart.

Now he just had to figure out who it was.

His tail wagged the entire way to class. It was still wagging by the time he took his spot next to the training mat. Ryuuji eyed it with a small smile of his own. 

“Good day?” Konekomaru asked while they stretched. 

“The best!” He set his bag down carefully and tried not to stare at the pocket that held his notes as he set to stretching himself. It was harder to ignore Ryuuji stretching his arms high and showing off his muscles.

He was surprised to find himself feeling a little guilty about that. Guilty that it wasn’t whoever had written the letter to him.

What did they look like? Were they nice? Funny? Or serious?

They had to at least be a little funny if they liked him. They liked laughs and smiles. They liked blue. They had feelings for him.

He got wrapped up enough in his thoughts that he didn’t see Ryuuji watching him right back.

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What We Aren’t- Killer x Reader

this took me so long cuz i had no motivation to write it... i fucking love killer but i’m so lazy lol. i hate this but there’s not that many fics for him, so enjoy? idk i’ve been unhappy with my writing for a while ughhh. please enjoy even though it’s bad! *please let me know if something looks off in the writing, sometimes it copies weird!!*

-smut/nsfw-

You sat perched upon your small, uncomfortable office chair, calmly awaiting a very important call. All you had been doing this entire day was waiting, for that damn transponder snail to ring. How long does it take to read over one single paper and respond back?

Being a member of a Supernova's crew meant a lot of injuries, you were no fool, no. You knew the toll it'd take on you as a surgeon to become Kid's ship doctor. One would take a look at you and assume you had enjoyed the challenge, the thrill of getting a new patient under the operating table each hour with something new wrong with them.

No, that was not the case, not at all.

Goodness, you adored being a surgeon, of course! Holding that scalpel and practically slicing people open always made you giddy. A sadistic surgeon, guess that's what people would pinpoint you as. But those were just simple perks of being the ship doctor on the Victoria Punk.

The real treat was the second in command.

Every time you weren't blinded by the lights in the operating room, you would steal glances at the attractive man. How mysterious he was just did wonders for you...

Over the years that you had stayed, you obviously had made advances. You wouldn't say that Killer always had women throwing themselves at him, they must be blind, though. So of course when you hinted that you wanted him in a more, intimate, manner, he at times accepted.

The two of you were not in a relationship, in fact, the two of you had barely exchanged any words to one another. Even though you always treated his wounds with utmost care, and not a word was said. Just a simple thanks and he was on his way.

You didn't care, though. You were not, by any means, looking for a long term relationship. You did not have the time for that, and you probably never would, if you were to continue your role as a surgeon, that was all you could focus on.

You scribbled notes down messily, crossing names out on the list quickly. While you waited for the transponder snail to ring, you decided to doodle a list. It wasn't important, not in the slightest. But you wanted to see how each crew member had gotten injured and where. It wouldn't help, but it was fun to see such a thing.

You heard the door swing open, being caught just in time in order not to bang against the wall. You were about to yell at whoever burst inside in such a way, but then you saw that familiar mass of fluffy blonde hair.

"Well, hello." You said, settling back into the chair, hearing it give a weak squeak in response to any weight put onto it. You really needed to get a new chair.

Killer grunted in response, and a small sigh left your lips. At times, you would question why he wasn't so talkative like the rest of the crew.

You quickly ripped the list that you had made, tossing it in the nearest trash bin you could find. You figured now would be a time to make an actual list you would use, not one that would bring you petty amusement.

"So, what do you need? You don't look injured, and I only do surgeries. So go over to the others if you have a scratch you need checked." You said, scribbling more unreadable words down.

"Since when do you only do surgeries?" You heard an unfamiliar voice pipe in. In question, you rose your head from the notes over to the voice you heard. After seeing a random lackey holding bandages, you scoffed and gave an eye roll.

"Too many on this ship come to me everyday to go under my operating table. You know that? Imagine if I had to take care of everyone else who came to me with a runny nose crying for dear life. I'd go insane." You said, relaxing your skilled hands in your lap, smiling proudly. Of course you would end up helping anyone who wandered into your office regardless. You knew nobody else could take care of anyone like you.

You shooed the young boy out of the office, who smiled in return to your words, not believing a thing, he knew how soft you were.

You groaned loudly, putting your head against the table. Why couldn't you be a mean pirate like your captain? Refusing any with a small bruise on their arm. It's your own damn fault, being too nice to the crew members, acting like their damn mother.

You then returned to take your notes.

"I need painkillers."

You nearly had a heart attack.

"You're gonna fucking end me..!" You gasped, feeling your heart beat quicken.

You calmed down quickly, your heart still beating quite quickly. Not because of how scared you were, but because of who was in front of you.

"Why?"

"I've been feeling a little sore and tense lately." Killer replied, leaning on the wall.

You laughed, bringing your hand to your mouth. "I can give you painkillers for that, but it can easily go away by a simple massage." You said, kicking your legs up onto the table. Hell, it was disrespectful, but it was your office. You could do whatever the fuck you wanted here.

"And I think I could help you out with that." You added, sounding a little suggestive about a simple favour to a friend, if you could call him such a thing.

"I thought you only did surgeries..?" He said, and you could've swore you heard a slight teasing undertone. Sly bastard...

You didn't bother a reply, you did not want to bicker with the man. Especially at a time where just a look at him paired with the sound of his voice would ignite your entire body on fire.

You sauntered over to him, urging him to take a seat. He did so, and you knew your chair couldn't take his mass of muscles for very long.

"Your shirt." You said from your place behind him. You were sure the both of you knew he didn't really need his shirt off. But ugh, that back of his...

You obviously were not a masseuse, but how hard could it be?

You dipped your fingers into his skin lightly, pushing harder when he didn't say anything to put a stop to you.

After around thirty or so minutes, you could've cooked anything with just the temperature of your skin. You were dying to be under the man in front of you, harsh nail markings sporting his sculpted back.

You leaned in a little closer, pressing your lips against the nape of his neck. He immediately stiffened, not being used to such a loving gesture.

"So? How does it feel now?" You questioned, spinning him around to view you.

You took a seat on his thighs, a much better place to be seated than your chair.

"I hope I made you feel at least a little better. It would hurt my reputation if one of my patients left without being helped, even just a bit." You grinned, hands roaming all over his built chest.

His breath hitched as you began to move your hips against him, feeling his hands attach to you.

"Now?" Killer questioned, not seeming to protest against any of your actions.

"Why not? I've been awaiting a call, but it looks like that idiot forgot about it."

It seems as if that were all the affirmation he needed, because soon after you said that, you were pushed harshly against your own desk, a surprised squeak coming from you.

Your garments were ripped off with haste, a lazy smile spread across your reddened lips.

Within seconds, you were just an utter mess. You always questioned how he always knew what your body had craved from him.      

He quickly pushed your soaked panties aside, sliding his fingers against your slick folds. You bit your lip to try to prevent any unwanted noise from leaving you, but just the sheer skill he had was too much for you.

Your cheek was against the desk, your mouth slightly agape. Such a lewd face you had made, and all he had done was a little teasing.

"So wet already. What have we done that was exciting?"

You whimpered in response, pushing your hips back in hopes of feeling his fingers, or rather, something else, fill your insides.

You felt his presence flush against your back, "Or maybe," he pushed his fingers inside agonizingly slow, nearly causing your death, "this had been on your mind the entire day?"

Fuck, this man was a master at reading people.

Your hands were balled into fists, nails creating marks on your soft palm. You didn't want to give in, you didn't want to beg, but your mind was beginning to disagree with your pride.

"No. That's not the case..." You gasped, feeling his thick fingers curling inside of you, "Hmm, I don't like liars. But, I do like watching you squirm."

"All you have to do is tell me the truth, come on. I know you can do it." Sick bastard. Fuck him. Yeah, you didn't need him, you could finish yourself off, if needed.

"I already told you," You took a deep breath, feeling him move behind you with ill intentions, "all that I've done today was wait for a call. Then, I'd seen you... My thoughts had run for a little, that's all."

Yeah right! Like he'd believe such a thing! This seems like a child who took something they shouldn't. It wasn't your fault, you weren't working properly. Your mind had become wired on feeling Killer inside of you, and that's what you had needed.

You heard shuffling behind you, followed by the removal of his digits. You grumbled unhappily, was he really hellbent on you admitting something that didn't matter? You were both adults, and adults were supposed to get mad behind closed doors. Yup.

While you had been lost in thought, you felt his tip press against your dripping entrance. Finally! About time! You almost broke out in song you were so happy.

You won this little dispute.

Actually, no. You didn't.

He pushed himself inside rather slowly, cock snug against your velvety walls. You expected him to start moving, or at least do anything. But nope.

Nothing.

"Seriously..." You mumbled, trying to move back into him, obviously he didn't allow this, hands stopping any of your ministrations.

This is fine. You were going to be okay like this. You weren't going to give up. You wanted to be a pirate, so you couldn't just rip your pride to shreds.

You knew he couldn't last longer than you. He would crack eventually, and you would triumph. In this case, it was seen as the opposite.

"You really can't admit it, can you?"

No! You couldn't! It wasn't the truth... Mhm, just keep telling yourself that.

You knew he obviously didn't care, he just loved to see you have an internal meltdown. He would use anything and everything he could against you. You could practically hear the 'teehee' come from the bastard.

He took a seat on your tiny chair, bringing you with him while the chair squeaked in discomfort. Now sitting upright on him, oh this wasn't good for you. You could feel him deeper inside of you and you craved more. You craved sweet friction of any kind.

You squeezed around him tightly, trying to ease him into forgetting about this little feud.

You heard his breathing become slightly uneven after that, you grinned, you had an ace up your sleeve.

"What kind of monster takes teasing to such a level?" You politely asked, slightly raising your hips. He wasn't able to stop you in time as you sank onto him slowly.

He was so heavy inside of you, you couldn't take it anymore. You wanted him to fuck you until your mind stopped working. You just got a little taste of what you could have, and you wanted more, you wanted it all.

"How about we take a rain check on this. I think we're both a little needy today." You smiled, you're such a genius. This way, you didn't lose. No, you won. You wanted to tell him to suck it, but you had boundaries.

"Fine. But next time, don't expect me to give in so easily." He sighed, getting a better grip on your hips.

You turned around briefly, seating yourself back onto him. You always secretly enjoyed being so close to him, hearing his heartbeat in an irregular way. Maybe it was because you were so close. Your face heated up a bit, no, that couldn't be it. You placed you hands on his chest gently, "You can move now." You braced yourself for a second, at times, the two of you had gotten a bit rough. You didn't mind, as long as the both of you enjoyed it, you were happy.

He lifted you slightly, you felt a little empty for a moment but sighed blissfully when you felt him back inside.

This was an odd pace... Almost like he was taking how you felt in consideration. Usually you fucked like animals, but this? This was more of a lovers pace. Even the way he held you, it was gentle, for such a large man you hadn't thought he could hold you in such a way.

Maybe he was still teasing, going at a slower pace than you were used to. You could wait a little, at least he was moving now. Your head made contact with his chest, a slightly more comfortable pose for you.

How awkward for him! Your soft hands at his chest lovingly, your face against him while he slowly pumped inside of you... This is what lovers would do, not people who just wanted a quick session... He almost imagined you looking up at him with teary eyes, mumbling an 'I love you'.

He too, felt his face warm. It was such an uncomfortable feeling for someone who didn't welcome such emotions.

A small part of you somewhat enjoyed this, being next to him like this. You wished you could feel his lips plush against your own at this very moment. You smiled while in thought.

He looked down at you through the holes in his mask, he didn't expect such a serene look on you..! You had been liked this, hadn't you? Holding him while you had sighed and whimpered with want.

He took no time to pull out of you, flip you the other way, so you were, once again, facing the desk. He shoved himself inside, pounding into you at a more wanted rate.

All of this has happened very fast. Literally blink of an eye. You had no time to adjust whatsoever, from a slow and leisurely pace, to harsh snapping of the hips.

The expression on your face was priceless, but also very vulgar. The illusion of lovers was wiped away instantly, meaningless pleasure filling its slot.

Your muscles had stopped supporting you, your body nearly becoming lifeless. You silently depended on Killer to keep your body from not falling off of the desk. You laughed imagining this actually happening.

Your eyes screwed shut while your lips had only been able to form, 'yes yes yes!'. You knew his ego was through the roof right now, having a girl under him screaming for more.

And you were right, spot on, actually.

Again, Killer didn't always have women offering themselves to him. You however, would happily flock to him anytime he felt like he needed to relieve some stress.

He looked down at you again, seeing your greedy cunt swallow his cock with urgency put him in a trance. Fuck you took him too good. It was literally as if you were the missing piece to his life.

The way your insides clenched around his length every single time he moved a single muscle, paired with your small and delicate moans... He felt like he'd break you in an instant at such a pace. But he knew you could take it, he wanted you to take all of him every time the two of you do this.

Tears came out of your closed eyes due to the intensity your body was undergoing. It felt fucking phenomenal to be stretched and filled and body bent while being pushed into the uncomfortable wood of the desk. God, you nearly unraveled right there.

Your grip on the desk tightened, knuckled turning a burning white. You couldn't go on forever, you knew that. But with the earlier teasing, you were going to be finished soon.

"Oh fuck yes... Right there fuck yes!!" You screamed, the feeling of pleasure skyrocket when he brushed against that sweet bundle of nerves inside.

"Right here, huh..?" He hummed, large hand caressing the curve of your ass. You panted and whispered something even you didn't know in response. You were just broken at this point.

You were certainly not prepared for when he continued to slam into that desired spot over, and over, and- oh fuck you couldn't handle this shit.

Your orgasm hit you fucking hard, you felt lifeless. Completely and utterly dead.

Seeing you moan and whimper desperately beneath him was, simply, hot as fuck to Killer. The way your body silently begged for more with every thrust, you lightly convulsing and squeezing him when you had gotten close, and the sudden outburst when you had finished... It just kept replaying in his head over, and over, and- oh fuck he couldn't handle this shit.

A deep grunt left him and he pushed deep inside of you again, a quiet whimper coming from you since you were so sensitive. His tip giving a final kiss to your insides, and finally sealing his hot release in you.

You mumbled incoherently while you struggled to get up, trying to pull on your panties.

"Woah, no need to waste." He grinned, pushing a finger into your entrance, keeping his cum inside.

You lightly fell onto his lap, not knowing he'd still stimulate your exhausted nerves. You turned your head into his hard chest and nearly cried.

"Don't be an asshole..." You muttered lowly, looking up at him, "Someone might come in and see."

"So? Maybe it's a kink of yours..." He replied, voice slightly hinting a mischievous undertone.

You snickered, rolling your eyes. When he wasn't so scary, he was quite pleasant to be around.

"Maybe... We might explore some of your kinks too." You giggled, feeling him stiffen at your response. Usually after sex the two of you would go separate ways. You would never bask in the afterglow with him, at least not this long. Talking so casually, too.

You were scared at what the two of you shouldn't become. This was a dangerous life, you couldn't get attached.

And finally the fucking phone rang.

It was as you hadn't just had the best sex of your life, finally this idiot had done what you asked. Who the hell knows why it took him so long.

"Yes? Hello?" You answered, getting off of your comfortable seat, which had been Killer, and leant against the desk.

"What a fucking view..." He mumbled to himself. It seemed that you had forgotten to put your garments on, just how important was this call?

You faked a laugh, this fucker said he went to the wrong island. How. How did that happen..? You would be sure to give him hell when he came back.

"It's okay! It's okay, I'm not mad!" Yeah, you're fucking seething. He was lucky you got remarkable sex out of this.

"Yes, please tell me how much they want for it? Also don't forget to try to swindle them for it, okay? I know you're a shy bastard but you can do it!" You said into the phone. He better get your herbs. You need these stupid little fucking plants or else you couldn't make your medicine.

"Holy shit, that's a lot of money... Well can you try-"

Oh he did not just.

While you were on the phone.

Your assistant constantly asked if you were okay, a shaky answer leaving your red lips.

"Hold on a second sweetie." You said calmly into the phone, acting like you didn't once again, have a huge cock deep inside of you.

"While I'm talking to someone? You couldn't fucking wait?" You whispered, bending slightly. This man had no shame, he wanted you to take it all, clearly.

"Let's see how quiet you can be." He retorted, not even acting like he'd done anything wrong. "Fine, just don't move too much. I don't want anyone on the other line figuring out that we're doing something so scandalous... It's quite rude to do so on the phone." You sighed, removing your hand off of the receiver.

You actually held up quite well, rocking side to side a bit while holding a normal conversation with the shop keeper, haggling about a price. You were so proud of yourself!

“No, put the price lower that’s way too... Too, ah..! Oh fuck..!” You yelled, feeling his large thumb rub harsh circles into your clit. Now everyone knew what you were doing, fucking great.

“Aww, and you were doing so well.” He chuckled, watching you shake under him. You didn’t bother saying anything back to him, too far gone in your own pleasure to care.

How embarrassing... You could try to cover this up, but you don’t know if that would end up well...

“Yes, yes I’m fine... Just stubbed my toe...” You laughed nervously, biting your lip not to let any unwanted noises out.

“How sly.” He smiled, hidden admiration in his voice. You gave him a quick middle finger, cursing at him a couple of times.

“Yeah thanks sweetheart. I’m gonna hang up now okay? Yeah, bye bye.” You spoke, not even hearing anything your assistant had said. You were focused on feeling another great climax, and certainly didn’t care about the price of the plant any longer.

“You’re so fucking wet...”

“Yeah, I wonder why.” Cue the eye roll, “I guess I was right? This is one of your kinks, isn’t it?” He grinned, pushing his cock deeper inside of your warm walls.

“You gonna finish inside of me without warning again?” You muttered, exhaling a shaky breath.

“Only if you want it babe.”

Oh. Oh he had called you babe. Names like those? Oh fuck now you were gonna get attached, and... And...

And maybe that’s okay.

“Fill me up.” You moaned, letting out a gasp of his name that you had chanted like a prayer.

You sure as hell didn’t need to tell him twice.

•Bonus•

“Hey,” You looked up at Killer, hugging him under the sheets, “I think I like you.” You sighed, worried for his answer. You had a feeling the worst thing that could happen was a simple no, but hopefully you wouldn’t lose the sex.

He took his warm hands off of you, which you took as a no towards your earlier statement. You felt a tinge of embarrassment, but since you were so tired, you also didn’t care.

He lifted his mask just so his painted lips were shown, he quickly captured your lips in his own and you felt the sparks fly. You initially thought that it was just sexual, but during the day when you had thought of him, goodness, you were oblivious to your own feelings.

“Really now? You’re not just using me for the sex, are you?” He whispered, voice husky and deep in your ear. You reached to scratch his goatee lightly, “Who knows.” You pressed your lips against his once again, sitting upwards and quickly growing hot. Who knew a make out session would be this hot? The mans got mystery, that’s some extra points right there.

“I think I like you too.”