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[rueclfer]

not a lot, just forever // oneshot part one

a/n: keigo's was specifically inspired by this :'-) (im bawling)(the other's will be out sometime later) happy birthday keigo baby <3

keigo takami, touya todoroki, tomura shigaraki

keigo never stopped wincing at the wind chills. even with several layers hung over his shoulders and the thickest coat, nothing stopped his scars from burning against the coastal breeze blitzing past his figure.

today he feels that familiar burning in his stomach as if he's ready to hurl over and release its contents into the sand.

"god, it's really pouring." you mutter towards the waves crashing against the shore.

your grip tightens on the umbrella, making sure the wind doesn't take your only cover with it.

"the first rain of the season is always insane, ya know." keigo murmurs, eyes turning down to his feet, watching his heels dig into the wet sand.

"it's nice though." you softly smile, reaching up and brushing away the ocean spray from the chilled skin of his cheeks.

you two stop for a moment and take in the ambience- the rain bouncing off of your umbrella, the crying seagulls in the distance, and the waves violently folding into one another.

keigo never considered himself religious.

for more nights than not, he finds himself asking how he'd be able to to walk this earth again- if he'll amount to anything ever again. every day is hard. he lost a piece of himself. nothing feels right.

no amount of praying could save him from himself, but you did.

"it is." he returns the smile, raising his gaze to meet yours, making his stomach twist.

you wrap an arm around his waist, pulling him closer under your shared umbrella- barely big enough to shield the both of you.

"are you cold, though? it's chilly." you rub your hand up and down his back, gently running your palm over his scarred shoulder blades.

keigo remembered the first few days without his wings and how cold and haunting it was. uneasiness and vulnerability followed him everywhere, but he found solace and safety plopped right on top of you with your fingers tracing the curves of his back.

he lost everything, and there you were to keep him together.

"we can go back to the car soon, if you want. get home and snuggle?"

he doesn't answer. he takes your arms around from his back and holds your hand in his, running a thumb across your knuckle. keigo was shivering, but nothing was more uncomfortable than the dryness in his throat and the burning flame in his stomach.

you slightly cock your head, and take note of his cold clammy hands and fidgety feet tapping against the wet sand. "actually, let's start heading back, yeah? it's gonna get dark soon."

you start to step away before he pulls you back with a tighter grasp around your hand.

"wait. angel, i-um." he stammers, eyes suddenly going wide. "wait."

keigo never believed in a god. not until now when he lowered his knee to the ground, and whispered a prayer.

"marry me. please."

you turn around and find him kneeling right before you, tears brimming his eyes and raindrops pelting against him.

there's a desperate strain in his voice, a cloud of air escaping his lips with every word. it was you and forever, or nothing at all. keigo had lost everything, everyone, and himself over and over again, but you were his salvation.

he brings your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against your knuckle.

"please." he mutters once more against your cold skin, letting the heat of his exhale warm the back of your hand.

a beat passes. then two.

"i had a whole speech prepared, i swear, and i'm blanking right now because i'm so fucking nervous, but i love you. i love you and i am nothing without you."

you don't notice that your umbrella has fallen off to the side, letting the storm engulf you both.

"for the longest time, i wanted nothing more than to watch the world from above again, but i need you to know that i'd die to walk this earth with you. i want forever with you. i'd sacrifice the skies for that. please."

you fall against him, wrapping your arms around his neck, choking back sobs.

"god, you're so dramatic, kei" you cry into his neck.

he huffs out a hearty laugh, and his shoulders fall in relief as he melts into you.

"if i stuck to the script it would've been ten times more theatrical i'm sorry to disappoint." he mumbles in your hairline.

"yes. it's you and me. yes." you choke out. "let's have forever together."

you pull away from him, watching the beads of water trail down his nose bridge and fall into your lap.

"i love you. i love you, i love you, and i love you." you mutter against his lips, peppering kisses in between every breath. "forever."

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keigo tag: @bitchyfestivalbouquet

mha tag: @lotuslovers @babylambdietcoke @0skullyard0

[moonlight-prose]

maybe it's my period, maybe it's maybelline. but old man logan would eat pussy from the back like it's a fucking reward, after he's finished filling it so much you're leaking.

[nachobsns]

Hello - I was impressed and extremely relieved by what you wrote in the post about the cult mentality of the Left RE Israel and accusations of genocide. You mentioned that you bought into the mindset until recently. If it's all right for me to ask, what was it that helped you break out of it? (Please feel free to delete/ignore if you'd rather not answer!)

thank you!! and no worries about asking— i think i put something in my pinned post about how people are welcome to send asks about this stuff, although my story isn’t super interesting. i fell down the typical online rabbithole, a couple weeks after october 7; i knew what had happened, at least vaguely, but the posts trickling onto my dash were all about the (undeniably tragic) loss of life in gaza, with little to no acknowledgment of the hamas atrocities that had started the war, so my narrative was pretty one-sided from the beginning. it just continued to snowball as the months went on and people became more radicalized, calling into question the reality of the 10/7 attacks and the humanity of all israelis. i never went all the way down the pipeline to full-on endorsing hamas or justifying their attacks, at least on a personal level, thank god, but i would reblog other people’s posts referring to hamas as a “resistance movement” and calls to boycott starbucks and mcdonald’s and condemnation of the “zionist media” etc etc etc. what pulled me out of it wasn’t any one thing— if someone had directly called me on my flawed logic and antisemitic biases while i was in this mindset, i doubt it would have done much, just reinforced my belief that i was on the “right side of history” and zionists were aggressors who couldn’t be reasoned with. it was mostly just passive observance and a slow exposure to other perspectives. i’m pretty sure the first post that led me to question my thinking was an ask on jewish-vents, which popped up on my dash in like, late july. this led me down another rabbithole, first scouring every single post on jewish-vents, then moving on to more popular jewish blogs that i had seen on “zionist blocklists” (applesauce42069, xclowniex, and spacelazarwolf were probably some of the blogs that influenced me the most, though i told myself i was just hate-scrolling at first, lol). i felt incredibly guilty seeing all the harm the movement i was a part of had caused to random jews and israelis just trying to live their lives and i realized how it went against everything i believed about how minority groups should be treated. from there, the aspect of actually undoing my thinking and changing my behavior for the better still took several weeks. denial of jewish indigenity to the levant in the face of tantamount archeological and cultural evidence was the first to go, as well as any ambiguity in my feelings about hamas. after that, it’s mostly been a slow process of redefining the idf’s actions from a “genocide” to a “war.” i still believe that what’s happening in gaza is unconscionable and horrific, and that too many innocent civilians have died, but i also understand how difficult it is to fight against a terrorist group that systematically embeds itself in civilian populations, and that the ratio of militant to civilian deaths is incredibly low compared to most urban warfare. i quietly deleted my old blog in early august— if i had directly engaged in harassment against jews, i likely would have kept it to make amends to the harmed parties and put a face to my actions, but as was, i had just contributed to the larger atmosphere of antisemitism on this site, and i felt uncomfortable knowing that i had a blog full of sentiments that no longer matched my values and beliefs. i decided i would be better if i took my endorsement out of the equation entirely, because when you’re looking through the notes of a post, it obviously doesn’t matter if someone who’s reblogged it no longer agrees with what was said— their notes still count as tacit approval, and i did not want approval of this “activism” attached to my online presence. i still have unwanted kneejerk reactions that crop up sometimes, particularly around the fundraiser posts from people “in gaza”; even though i know logically that they have all the markers of scams, there is still a part of me that really wants to believe i could help.

[mispatchedgreens]

communal spaces! are the heart of any throuple! (2 versions bc im just an indecisive baby)

it's @zukki-week and day 1 was domestic

[ceilidho]

"margaritaville" as the title of a price/reader fic where reader meets John on vacation at the swim-up bar and they hook up in his hotel room where he conveniently forgets to use a condom because he secretly thinks she'd look cute with a baby

[thecheesecracker]

Teeth examination

[daffi-990]

Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday ✍️

It’s been 84 years, but musican!Buck is back.

I’m on holidays at the same place where my Daylight series sparked to life and I’m hoping these writing beans stick around and I can capture even a fraction on the magic that first fic had.

Anyways, here’s a little something new from that au (tags and bonus sweaty Eddie pic under the cut)

The bell over the door chimes, Buck instinctively lifting his head and looking towards the noise. Time seems to slow down as Eddie walks through the door. He’s even more breathtaking than when Buck saw him on Saturday.

He’s wearing a pair of well worn faded blue wash jeans and what Buck can only describe as a slutty black tank top. It’s a racer singlet, something Buck saw a lot of guys wearing at the gyms back in LA, and dips extremely low around the arms and low enough around the neck that if Eddie were to bend over, Buck’s sure he’d see his nipples.

Eddie lifts a hand to run through his hair, a few strands flopping over his forehead and it’s really unfair how effortlessly attractive he is.

He looks around the cafe and finally spots them, his entire face lighting up with a smile that is so bright and beautiful it has Buck’s fingers faltering and fumbling the chord he was trying to show Chris.

He begins to move towards them and the closer he gets the more Buck’s brain begins to fry, because Eddie is covered in a light sheen of sweat that is making his golden skin glisten. Buck desperately wants to get his tongue and mouth on him.

He immediately chastises himself for the thought. He only met Eddie two days ago and shouldn’t be objectifying him like that. After all, he knows first hand how it feels to have people lusting after you just because of the way you look.

No pressure tagging: @diazsdimples @hippolotamus @spotsandsocks @queerdiazs @spagheddiediaz @lover-of-mine @kitteneddiediaz @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @wellcollapse @tizniz @wildlife4life @watchyourbuck @exhuastedpigeon @elvensorceress @eddiebabygirldiaz @rainbow-nerdss @thewolvesof1998 @theotherbuckley @inell @playinginthunderstorms @actuallyitsellie @sibylsleaves @daniclaytcn @devirnis @dangerpronebuddie @diazheartsbuckley @disasterbuck @fiona-fififi @glorious-spoon @giddyupbuck @hotshotsxyz @honestlydarkprincess @bekkachaos @beyourownanchor6 @jeeyuns @jesuisici33 @chronicowboy @clusterbuck @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @monsterrae1 @missmagooglie and as always, if anyone has anything they want to share -> consider this your official tag 🏷️

Also if you’re interested in checking out the other fics in the Daylight series (there’s only two so far .. sorry 🥹) you can find them here. xx

[starcrossedandstupid]

Me and the gang all pulling up in the comments of the same ao3 fic unprompted

[magicalgirlfia]

“Unika doesn’t have a personality” She was raised with the purpose of being a weapon and then killing herself, she didn’t have time for allat.

[centaur-dreaming]

Jeremy Knox in thigh-high stockings and a lil garter belt w a lacy bralette to match yessir

(And a collar too bc Jeremy’s a good boy)

[hoarder-of-dragons]

He picks up the cloth rag, trying not to feel its dampness—to keep everything that grounds him to the present away.

The movements are almost mechanical now, given how many times he's done this. Perhaps too many. But cleaning Stanley always gave him peace. As if he could trick his mind into believing what he's doing is good. For Stanley's good. Bringing him back to life.

He will. Everything will be well when he does, this is for Stan's good—

He slowly drags the cloth over the arms first. Easiest to start with. The stitches from last month healed well, and only the faded scars remain in their wake, adding to the collection of old and new. Scars. (Oh my god so many scars)

If—when— Stanley wakes up, he will ask. Ask about every scar and its story. Ten years they've been apart. Ten years of pain Ford doesn't know. Ten years he couldn't be there for.

He covers the arms back up and starts going to the main body.

He tries to be a professional; covers every spot he isn't washing with a large sheet—an old bedsheet he cleaned and sterilized. This is a professional task and he doesn't want Stan to feel embarrassed.

He dips the cloth back into the soapy water, squeezes and repeats the motion, trying to move in circles and not rub too hard

He maneuvers around the stomach carefully. Recent procedures made the skin swollen and sensitive, and he's too afraid to cause Stan more pain. More than what's already necessary.

Because he's not dead, just in a very weak state. Right?

Because this is a medical test for Ford. That's all this is. And he's going to ace it. Just a test and when he will pass and get his brother back.

Simple.

He tries to remove the dried blood near the incision by the kidneys.

Wring the towel. Dip it back the clean water. Repeat

[bbeelzemon]

as time goes on im realizing that describing your gender is tbh kinda similar to the naming of jellicle ca- hey wait no stay with me for a second here okay. im holding your hands and looking directly into your eyes now. listen to me. i have a public facing gender. a more specific and personal gender that i can share with my closest friends and family. and an innermost unique gender that only i can ever truly know. gender is just like a jellicle cats

[fisheito]

The Yaku🔴sub⚫️dom⚪️neutral ratio check, SSR event units from left to right:

🔴⚫️🔴⚪️ ⚫️⚫️🔴⚫️ ⚪️⚫️🔴⚫️ ⚫️⚫️🔴⚫️

+⚪️⚪️OG SSR +🔴Story H +⚪️OG SR +⚪️SR Incognito Cafe

= 6🔴/9⚫️/6⚪️÷21

=29%🔴/42%⚫️/29%⚪️

Justifications for each room under the cut 🤨

Disclaimer: do i have an actual system for classifying what is subby vs. dommy? nope! i vaguely describe dom as "controls the pace/leads the actions" and that's it ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯

Cocoa Liqueur:

🔴 R2: eiden grabs yakumo by the dick/forces him to take a break ⚫️ R5: baby's first kabedon. yaku goes jealous 2000s seme mode

Ocean Breeze:

🔴 R2: woe, eiden's oral skills be upon ye (try not to squeak too loud) ⚪️ R5: yaku going "pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease" and eiden answering "sure"

Crimson Phantom:

⚫️ R2: lost in the bloodsauce, immediate regret ⚫️ R5: better grip on the bloodsauce, Count Domkumo fully awakened

Dark Nova:

🔴 R2: "don't think. just follow my instructions" ⚫️ R5: yaku lacks lucidity and is hopped up on snake senses. less self-control leads eiden to go on the defensive

Shadow Lineage:

⚪️ R2: veers into dom bc yakumo's pinning eiden/eiden has no leverage, but net neutral bc yakumo still acts on orders ⚫️ R5: yakumo puts on a show for his annual outdoor sex evaluation, and eiden submits fully to snake bondage

Fateful Aegis:

🔴 R2: NAKED APRON YAKUMO ON HIS KNEES ⚫️ R5: yaku caught too many emotions again and drills eiden into the floor

Abyssal Pearl:

⚫️ R2: starts with power of Eiden Suggestion, but ultimately ends up in dom territory due to phenomenon of Domkumo Voice. ⚫️ R5: yaku shows eiden how much he wants him (it's a lot)

Sword of Determination:

🔴 R2: behave like a good student and you'll get a salty reward ⚫️ R5: plumbing be damned, you're getting splooged in the shower

OG SSR

⚪️ R2: they compromise on their horny goals because they have to get up early tomorrow for character development ⚪️ R5: eiden provides live feedback so yakumo will continue railing him against the wall, also stop apologising

🔴 Story H: yakumo learns what (human) sex is

⚪️ OG SR R5: respectfully, let's fuck *pushes eiden onto the bed* (mostly eiden indulging a pent up yaku)

⚪️ SR Incognito Cafe: eiden holds the reins in the first half, yakumo gains control in the second. a truly riveting game of push and pull.

[mylittleredgirl]

at least once a week during this b5 spiral i’ll have a realization of something that kicks me in the chest and i start a tumblr post like “do you every think about—” and then i stick it in drafts thinking no, i should write it as a fanfic so i can really share my pain with the group. and then i don’t write that, and think well, at least a better tumblr post, and then i don’t write that either and just stare into the abyss for two to thirty-six hours

[sceletaflores]

this josh hutcherenaissance/mike schmidt madness is really making me want to get back into writing, and mayhap posting said writing, on here. the thirst is so inspiring. just a thought!

[whosthere54]

Thinking about the duality of endstone reset Icarus “I don’t need to be fixed” Morningstar and third reset Icarus “after learning about me not being, entirely, me I need to work to fix everything I do wrong and fix myself to make up for the fact that it’s me” Morningstar

Just thinking about in the first reset Icarus when under corruption would always insist that they don’t need to be fixed. That this is how they were and nothing could change that. In the third reset, Icarus generally keeps that same mindset- but theres also that theme of fixing. Of them needing to be fixed because something was wrong with them. Of them needing to be fixed because their eye wasn’t *theirs* and that blood wasn’t theirs and-

And their death- being something fixing them. Fixing- getting rid of- the problem. Because they were a problem, and they were supposed to fix those. Icarus’s whole thing about fixing everything they’ve done just proceeds to extend to themself- thinking they need to be fixed that they’re broken or wrong because something in their head doesn’t seem to be quite right even if you ignore the eye not being theirs.

I just. Care. About Icarus and thinking they need to be fixed in particular.