#but also like goddd that's the only place I can hide it

[starlingskulls]

also one of the cats i work with really fucked my shit up last shift and i feel very upset about it One because uhmm. rude. but also because ohhh that's deeper than i've ever gone and it didn't hurt that bad .. very interesting information

[ritz-writes]

@asleepyy so sorry for tagging u twice in one day and i hope im not bothering u with my brain rot 😅

but yes, i did actually dissect the lyrics. yes, i am actually insane. and yes, i love this au quite a lot.

here are my notes and what i think each song represents, tho its mainly just the vibes i get. i made notes as i listened to them (note: i see songs almost always in animatic form. idk if that will effect how i imagine what each song means, but i thought it might be worth mentioning)

join me as i lose my mind over the course of an hour and a half

say what you think: def making me think of them both in heaven and jophiel wanting to ask questions.

running up that hill: AHH this one hurt. very obvious as well. jophiel seeing that azazel shouldnt be a demon. "And if I only could I'd make a deal with God, and I'd get Him to swap our places." i am sobbingggg

what difference does it make?: at first i was going to say its jophiel wanting to figure out what went wrong but azazel makes them promise not to, but i think its better suited for azazel understanding hes a demon, but he cant help but still have faith in the almighty

please please please let me get what i want: fuckkk is this about azazel being a demon but still wanting to do good 😭 short but still painful

ever fallen in love (with someone you shouldn't've): my first reaction to the title alone was like the second image of the kambucha girl meme. anyway i think this one is about them becoming friends (or more?? 👀) but knowing its seen as wrong. "And if I start a commotion, I run the risk of losing you and that's worse" makes me also think of jophiel talking to the metatron and realizing he shouldnt ask about azazel lest he risk the poor thing being smited.

nothing critical: ohhhh this one gives hella vibes of jophiel not trusting heaven and knowing "something isnt right here" in regards to the fall-- HOLD UP "I know, someone had to go, If not him it'd be me instead" HELLO??? aziraphale asking for jophiel??? is this like after he finds out what azazels name used to be??

flowers never bend with the rainfall: hmm... i feel like this is a plot point song. not sure why. but "And I hide behind the shield of my illusion" makes me think it pertains to azazel

bird in space: oh this ones a bit tricky. i think ive reached the songs that no longer fit the lore we've been given thus far. so the only thing i can think rn is jophiel enjoying earthly pleasures? not rlly sure

angel, won't you call me?: oh fuckkk is this about a fight they have? "I fled at the face of my rival. When I felt his breath at the back of my neck. Angel, won't you call?" theres no way that isnt about azazel saying smth and then leaving, only to be scared he severed his tie to the only person thats been nice to him.

the stranger: first of this is a bop and im loving it. very groovy. the first thing that comes to mind is the "choose your faces wisely" prophecy. ooo is this about jophiel trying to convince azazel hes still meant to be an angel? that he wasnt meant to fall? also, the last verse is sticking out to me... not sure why

all i think about now: fuckkkkk this is giving me the vibes of jophiel finding out azazel Fell cuz of him and feeling guilty about it. "If I'm late, can I thank you now?" FUCKING OW?? oh yeah for sure this is about jophiel finding out and being sucker punched with guilt

ill be your mirror: oh goddd this song. i know crowley listens to this song but i cant remember what its about so lets see. AH SHIT YEAH THATS RIGHT. okay so jophiel reminds azazel that he is inherently good, regardless of if hes a demon. thats what im getting from this (also just tihnking of that ask i sent about the reflective sunglasses bthwjegkrw)

me and my husband: okay all im getting from this is "they r down bad". they r very very very much in love. getting vibes of this being after they stop the apocolypse. or maybe their feelings developing thru the centuries

time in a bottle: oh man this song always gets me. okay so, this and the last song r giving the oh-shit-i-might-be-in-love vibes. but this one is with jophiel's pov, while me and my husband is azazel's

ritz note: the last couple songs have been cute and lovey and i am now terrified of what the next ones r gonna be. cuz i know this fandom. and i am not ready for the pain. i am afraidddd

lonesome town: i fucking called it i knew the happy wouldnt last 😭😭 they had a fight didnt they. yeahhh they had a fight. FUCK why is this so sad but so pretty

across the universe: is this one sad too??? hang on theres a bit thats not in english, what does that mean... "Hail to the Heavenly Teacher." okay so i assume this is an azazel song. this is just making me think of the bookshop fire, but its azazel thinking jophiel died 😭 ....i am staring at the lyircs. i am glaring at the lyrics. this song MEANS something. i just dont know what. but its important. im squinting at it very hard (note: i came back to this song and am STILL glaring at it. its like. its like im seeing it covered in sand but i know theres gold underneath. i cant SEE the gold, but i know its there. this is driving me nuts /pos)

no wonder i: hm.. im not rlly sure with this one. OH?? is this azazel finding out heaven isnt that good?? "Suddenly I'm not so sure. That intentions can be pure." hmmmmmmm

what do they know?: holy shit okay this is a completely different kind of song than the others. im.... glaring at these lyrics too. feels like a plot point but cant tell what it is. i think its about jophiel? maybe heaven too?? idk im grasping at straws with this one

sea of love: oh yay a happy song again 😌 okay this is just short and sweet. gives me forgiveness and/or confession vibes.

who are you, really?: this one sounds important and i am glaring!! makes me think of "we dont need heaven we dont need hell" and also "a demon/angel that goes along with hell/heaven as far as he can". also just makes me think of jophiel speaking.

the moon will sing: i fucking love this song but i dont think ive ever looked at the lyrics so lets goooo. right away i see "I could have been anyone, anyone else. Before you made the choice for me" and think of aziraphale asking and falling for jophiel, and in a way making the choice of jophiel staying an angel. "Instead, I made a bed with apathy" jophiel trying not to care about a random demon. "I shine only with the light you gave me" jophiel giving azazel ideas on how to do "good" while being "bad". also with that line, thinking of azazel saying that to god and being sad about having fallen AUGHH i have a whole animatic in my head with this song and im losing my mind

matephor: hnnnn another important sounding song. jophiel vibes. fight song perhaps?? "Don't look too hard 'cause you won't like the scars he left in me" azazel vibes??? this one is elusive to me but i love it. okay im slowly getting more azazel vibes. like azazel trying to convince jophiel that he is a demon and fell for a reason

providence: right away getting "heaven and hell r bad" vibes. OHH okay okay this is giving me hella jophiel vibes, but specificly snarky and sassy jophiel vibes. of being like "oh yes heaven is oh so great, we kill children! but its for the greater good, of course. gotta beat hell and all that, even at the cost of innocents. all for the almighty and her ineffable plan." (this song is a bop omg)

earth angel: oh i know this one but only with crowley and aziraphale, so im excited to listen to it with an oopsie omens mind set. omg wait why does it hit HARDER. love sick azazel is such a cute image 🥺🥰

what more can i do: hmm.. them being in love but knowing its "forbidden"? cant tell who i imagine with it more

starman: this is just them. classic good omens song, regardless of the au. love to see it 💖

a pearl: AH FUCK ANOTHER SAD ONE. mitski whyy. hm.. azazel song? jophiel?? i think jophiel... tho my mind might be turning to mush at this point so im not sure. one of them is sad

duvet: oh def azazel vibes. oh maybe some jophiel vibes too?? i can see it swaping povs. i think it fits azazel more tho.

ritz note: OKAY the next song is in a different language and for a split second i legit thought i was having a stroke when i pulled up the lyrics ngl bgkewrrkjq

différent de toi: no idea what this song is about but its pretty 😊

oh thats all of them! i think the first half is more coherent observations, while the second half is just... rambling a bit lmao. idk if any of this makes sense. i might also be looking for things that arent there with these songs, but oh well. this was fun!

and now, after looking back at them all, i really does just slowly derail near the end lmao

[ohii-san]

UNKNOWN HOLY NIGHT AND NIGHTHEAD - BLACK CAROL 1

Tomoya: (The cuff of my shirt's been grabbed… I’m frozen in place!)

Rinne: Oi oi. I don’t care how bad you don’t wanna see me, don’t just run away the second you see my face!

Tomoya: (Why why why why!? This is definitely wrong. No matter how I think about it, I’m the only one out of place.)

(Anzu-san, maybe this time was also a mistake? I mean, that’s it, right? Please say it was~?!)

Yuzuru: That’s right– Mashiro-sama. Setting aside the others, didn’t we have a bento showdown together?[1]

Ibara: Ah-ha-ha. You could sense the shitty malevolence hidden behind Yuzuru’s smiley mask, couldn’t you?[2]

Yuzuru: Rather, it’s likely because Ibara’s words are hypocritical and hide malice. No matter how hard he tries to blend in with society, it's impossible for him to hide his shady nature.

Yes, that’s it, Mashiro-sama must be scared because of the way Ibara is picking fights with me all the time.

Rinne: Really though, isn’t both you bastards’ fault? If I was stuck with seniors like that I’d be scared as well, you get what I’m saying?

Tomoya: Eek?!

Rinne: What’s the issue. I didn’t do anything!?

Yuzuru: You didn’t “not do anything”, you grabbed him by the shirt and intimidated him. I don’t think it’s strange to be scared.

Subaru: Excuse me~☆ Yahoo, yahoo. Let’s work together today~

—Nn? What's everyone doing?

Tomoya: Ah– Akehoshi-senpaiii! Thank Goddd!

Subaru: Eh, what? What’s wrong? You’re hiding behind me…

Subaru: Ah~. So everyone was bullying Tomoya-kun, is that riiight~? Don’t bully your cute junior, okaaay~?

Rinne: I didn’t do that. Rather, why’re you so scared even though I didn’t do anything?

Tomoya: Ah, s-sorry. The pressure was just so great, it was just a conditioned reflex…

That is... I came in here thinking this would be kinda like a petting zoo, with cute animals. But actually, it’s more like a cage full of wild beasts?

Ibara: What’s with that weird analogy…

Tomoya: Ehehe. It kinda just exceeded my brain’s capacity– It’s okay now. I’m starting to understand the situation.

Ehhh. Everyone here is a member of the same “Shuffle Unit”, right? At least, that seems to be the case.

Yuzuru: Well, I can understand Mashiro-sama’s confusion. Indeed, I have doubts as to why these members are here… and whether we'll be able to achieve synergy with one another.

Subaru: Eh, really? But on the other hand, wouldn’t it be more interesting if we didn’t know what chemical reactions would happen?

Rinne: An overreaction could lead to a big explosion though, right?

Subaru: If that’s the case then I’d like it to be a big, beautiful explosion like a firework~☆

Rinne: Just what kinda big-shot are you trying to be. Well, it’s not like I hate that sorta thing, though…

Ibara: Hm? Let’s allow Anzu-san to explain the rest. iIt seems like she’s just arrived. 

Subaru: Ah, Anzu! Yahoo, yahoo ☆ Nah, all’s good. We were all just talking.

Ibara: Now, could you please give us an overview, Producer-dono?

Tomoya: …?

Rinne: The hell’s this…?

Tomoya: ? Excuse me. No matter how you look at it, all that’s written in the board is “we’ll do something amazing”.

Is it a trick or something I can’t see through? Like a code or something…

Rinne: Don’t worry. That’s what I’m seeing too.

Yuzuru: Is this… supposed to reassure us, perhaps? I feel like this is going to be a big problem…

Ibara: … I have a headache. Anyway, Anzu-san. Could you give us some details?

Yuzuru: Let me think… In other words, you mean that one of the producers of the “P Association” disappeared, and they were the one in charge of the “Shuffle Unit” project?

Rinne: And then? There’s nobody left to take over because there’s not enough staff to go around, huh. Anzu-chan came here to explain, but she doesn’t have the time to be able to take care of us either.

Subaru: Hmm. That’s why Anzu wants this “Shuffle Project” to be led by us idols.

Tomoya: Idol initiative… But isn’t this project a big one? Even though we have ES to back us up, is this really something we can do alone?

Ah. That’s right! Saegusa-senpai also works as a producer for CosPro, right? If that’s the case we could ask for Saegusa-senpai…

Ibara: If I could do it myself, I would… But this is headed by the “P Association”, so that happening would be impossible.

Tomoya: Eh? Why?

Ibara: This project is a cross-office project, so in order to keep it fair, producers who belong to other agencies cannot be involved.

Well. If they were to turn a blind eye to my presence, it would be possible to carry out production operations in secret!

Yuzuru: Ibara. You’re causing trouble for Anzu-san.

Ibara: Right, yes. In other words, this time it is necessary that I devote myself to being an idol.

Subaru: Mhm! Besides, it would help Anzu as well! She’s been apologizing for a while– it’s not like it’s even your fault, though, Anzu!

We will all work together and do our best, so rest easy! ♪

Yuzuru: I agree. If this is considered work, then I’ll do my best too.

Rinne: Yeah, that’s right. Problems like this are inevitable in this industry.

Tomoya: (Eehh!? Wait a minute…! Why is everyone so positive!? It’s impossible for us to do the project alone!)

> [1] referring to science

> [2] tomoya's sprite has been visibly terrified, that's what's being referred to here

[midknightwritings]

I LOVE the knights shimeji hc you did!! it’s so cute and now I’m smad that it doesn’t exist irl 😞 could I request you do the same concept but for Valkyrie? thank you in advance!!!! ❤️❤️

Valkyrie as shimeji buddies !!

Synopsis : What would the members of Valkyrie be like as your little shimeji buddies ??

Era : N / A

Warning/s : N / A

Mentioned Character/s : G/N!Reader / Mika / Shu

A/N : Hi Anon !! Thank you so much for your kind words !! I’m so glad you liked it 🥺❤️ and honestly same here~ Goddd the things I’d do for them to be real 😭

Also~ thank you so so much for being my first request !! 💕 I hope you enjoy !!

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Mika Kagehira :

He’s the sweetest, most thoughtful little guy to ever grace your screen. He always greets you with a wave and a big smile when you boot up your system and wishes you a great day or a good night when you log off~ He’s always so excited to see you and just be around you as a whole !!

He’s genuinely so soft for your affection, it’s honestly really surprising that he doesn’t turn into a little Mika puddle every time you give him some !! Head pats, a heart path with your cursor, or even just words of affirmation such as “You’re amazing Mika !!” gets him all blushy and flustered. He even giggles a bit as he tries to hide the growing blush on his cheeks with his little hands.

Oftentimes, when you’re logged off, he would organize your desktop and files so that everything is neat and tidy when you log back on. He sees your desktop as a shared working space and gets super happy when he sees your bright smile and appreciation when it's cleaned :)

Mika will gladly help you with your work as best as he can !! Not only that but, if there’s something you both don’t understand, he’ll help you find sources too !! Mika will make sure that they’re all reliable and would try to stop you from using unreliable sources if he notices you on those type of sites.

Mika’s hardworking nature causes him to sometimes go into very deep rabbit holes when he’s helping you. Sometimes, you gotta fish him out of the 10th page of Google. [ The fact that he went to the 2nd page in the first place is already telling on how serious he is when it comes to helping you~ ]

When it comes to feedback as a whole, Mika will tell you the things he loved and what you did well, and the things you can improve on~ Not only that, but he’ll even try to help guide you through the steps so that you don't get confused. He doesn’t want to see you struggle or get frustrated over something that wasn't worth fussing over to begin with~

Even with his habit of overworking himself, Mika refuses to let you overwork yourself. He doesn’t want you to get burnt out so he always reminds you to take breaks and relax in between working sessions !! You would often remind him to take breaks himself and, depending on the severity, you sometimes have to physically pick him up and move him to the other side of your screen to get him to actually stop and relax for a bit~

Now you’re both trapped in a perpetual state of making sure that the other takes a break but you both came to a compromise where you’d take breaks together !! You and Mika would often just relax and watch videos, play games or scroll through social media for a bit. Mika’s more of an observer than an active participant but he’s still super happy to talk to you while you’re doing those things~

Sometimes he would sew an outfit for you and would show you when he’s done !! He gets all giddy and excited seeing how happy you get and how much you loved the outfit. He knows that you can’t physically wear the exact outfit he made, but if you took his design to a tailor and got it made [ or you sewed it yourself ] and then showed it to him… His heart would beat so fast that he thinks he’d accidentally mess up one of your settings from how strong it’s beating !!

There are times where the two of you wouldn’t talk as much due to working on your own projects, but Mika still loves being in your presence so he would often sit in a corner on your screen to avoid bothering you but, at the same time, still be there if you ever needed him.

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Shu Itsuki :

Shu’s the type to make sure that you'd get your work done in one go and this is because he doesn’t want you to do everything the night before. After all, how can you perfect your craft in just one night alone? Perfection takes time so start your project now !! Who cares if it’s due in 2 weeks, better now than later !!

His keen eye for detail knows no bounds, he can spot an error from a mile away. Are you seriously going to submit your project with that pixel a shade lighter than the ones surrounding it? Go tidy it up, it won’t take long~

His nagging means no harm though. He wants you to succeed and knows that you can accomplish amazing things, that’s why he’s being overly critical. You can do better than this and he knows it !! He’s secretly rooting for you [ though, he’ll never say it out loud. ]

He’s super knowledgeable and would help you when it comes to subjects that you struggle with. If you need sources, he’ll give you the ones he used himself, so you know they’re reliable !! He’ll help you through your papers and would even counter some of your weaker arguments on purpose in order to help you strengthen your own claims with more evidence and explanations~

When it comes to online shopping, he tries to subtly steer you towards the right outfits but he’s not subtle. Like... At all… He would flat out refuse to let you swipe your card if you’re planning on buying anything he considers “atrocious”. In the end though, Shu’s judgment is always right and now, you rarely have to return anything because they all match your aesthetic and suit your features to a tea !!

He secretly adores your affection but will actively pretend that he hates it. He’s not as subtle about it as he thinks he is though. A lot of the time, it goes like;

[ Draws a heart with your cursor path. ] “Are you serious? Stop being so childish…” “Aww sorry Shu.” [ Doesn’t do it anymore. ] “The sheer disrespect for you to believe that I don't deserve an ounce of appreciation for all the things I do for you !! I’ll have you know tha-”

Shu would often redesign your desktop with your aesthetic in mind and, even though he’s complaining about having to clean up after you, this is his way of trying to ease your workload when you’re busy with assignments. He hopes that designing your desktop would make you feel better :) [ Don’t call him out on this though, because he will feverishly deny it. ]

When you and Shu get busy with your own projects, you’d both accidentally pull all-nighters together. Sometimes he’d notice that it’s getting late but when he looks at you, he deeply admires your sheer dedication to finish your work and believes that he shouldn’t bother you. Though, he’ll make a subtle, off-handed reminder and leave the choice to you. If you want to sleep now or pull an all-nighter, he’s ok with anything because, if you do decide to continue working, he’ll keep you company through the night.

If you ever wanna cook or bake something, Shu’s willing to help you find good recipes and would give you links to websites with the best ones. The 5 links with different croissant recipes is totally just a coincidence though !! So might as well make some now, right?

Shu would also design outfits for you and actually has a folder filled to the brim with different outfits he made for you and you alone. Even though he wants you to wear them, he doesn’t trust the tailors with his designs because they need to be perfect !! They’re for you after all~ But… If you know how to sew yourself, he wouldn’t mind letting you make them in his stead. He gets super proud when he sees you wearing the clothes he designed. If you’re quick enough, you might even catch him softly smiling at you before you finally click “shut down” to go out for the day.

[cable-knit-sweater]

Hi Maya dear. Sorry I've been offline a lot but I just wanted you to know I miss you and hope you're doing well.

I also came bearing this pic of Chris that looks like some kinda Escort AU Steve Rogers. Bucky is off camera absolutely losing his mind. ��

https://twitter.com/doctorfan06/status/1581452789741277185?s=19

Hi lovely Navya 💕💕💕

I’m so happy you dropped by!! I miss you so much too, and I hope you’re doing well? 💛💛 You definitely don’t have to apologize to me for being offline a lot, we all need that sometimes, or life just gets in the way. Either way, I’m always happy to hear from you 🥰 Especially when you drop wonderful Chris content in my inbox 😂😂

I can totally see the Escort AU Steve in this, oh my god. What a time that was, when Chris was still doing shirtless photoshoots 😫🥵…at some point he just decided to be slutty in a different way these days I guess, but good goddd.

I can definitely see Bucky (I almost wrote Seb here, which, fair, he probably would too 😂) lose his mind over this. I might have to steal this idea lol. Some thoughts below the cut.

But if we’re thinking real AU…what if Bucky is completely done with dating. He needs a date to some kind of work event, and he decides to use a service. He’s never done this before, but he feels like he doesn’t have any other options, and the last thing he wants is to be the only person showing up by himself. When Steve shows up at the venue, he kind of loses his mind. This guy is gorgeous. He’s dressed flawlessly, but even those clothes can’t hide the muscled body underneath. Bucky has to swallow to keep from drooling. He saw the photos on the website, but god damn, those don’t do him justice.

It’s not just his ridiculous body. His face, with sparkling blue-green eyes, a strong jaw line…even his nose and ears are perfect. What the fuck, Bucky thinks. Why am I even thinking about his nose? He tries to keep his cool, at least a little bit, but Steve, once they’ve got the initial introductions out of the way, notices his nerves, and tries to put him more at ease.

So yeah, besides looking like he’s been carved from marble, he’s apparently also a sweetheart. Bucky is so screwed.

They spend the minimum amount of time needed at the event. Bucky hates these things, but with Steve, it’s not so bad. He blends in with the crowd seamlessly, knows the exact right thing to say, somehow figures out exactly which people Bucky dislikes and pointy comments ready for them. The only thing Bucky can do is look on in awe.

He hadn’t actually planned on taking Steve home. Just hired him to be his date for the night. But when they leave and get in the car, he can’t actually bring himself to ask Steve where to drop him off. Instead, he asks him if he wants to come back to his place, for a nightcap. Steve smiles at him, squeezes his thigh, and tells him he’d love to, his touch and his rumbling voice making Bucky’s breath hitch and his pants feel tight.

They get to Bucky’s apartment, and while he goes to get them some drinks, he leaves Steve to explore. When he comes back into the living room, Steve is taking off his coat. Bucky freezes when he sees he’s not just taking off his coat, but his shirt is also completely unbuttoned, putting his toned abs and chest on display.

“See something you like?” Steve asks, smirking. Bucky can’t find himself to care about how cheesy the line is. Not when his heart feels like it’s beating out of his chest, not when all he can think about is wanting to drop down to his knees right there and then.

[sugrbugz]

𝙰𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 ~ 𝙺𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚘 𝚃𝚎𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚞 ♥︎

a business man kuroo x femboy!male reader concept!

TYSM FOR 100 FOLLOWERS <3

ok females calm down i know everyone’s horny for kuroo, which is why i’ll be posting a female version of this too! i’m just a male who is indeed horny for kuroo soooo….i see u men

CW: heavy degradation..like HEAVY, oral, anal, pet play, bdsm, a little bit of somno (literally just touches your ass while ur sleeping that’s it), face fucking, dycraphilia, lotsa swearing hehe, hate fucking essentially.

was it his fault? not entirely. kuroo had been at the end of his rope before he even walked in the front door. having to deal with corporate executives who thought they were actually useful all day was a chore in itself.

kuroo loved his job, loved his company, loved the money even, but most importantly he loved you. he loved everything about you. he loved how you’d come running down the large staircase when he came home, ready to receive a plethora of hugs and kisses from you. you were the only part of today he was looking forward to.

so when he came home to an empty house, not one with the sounds of your music or your feet rushing down the hall to greet him. he was honestly disappointed. “baby?” he called out loud enough, looking around the main floor a bit before going upstairs. now the sight before him made his heart squeeze, you curled up in the blankets of the bed with your head buried into his pillow? he wanted to cry.

that’s when he noticed it, your clothes. kuroo is as bisexual as it gets, he’s quite literally the poster child. however, in your mlm relationship it was very apparent the type of boys he was into, femboys. with a slight gulp he pulled the blanket back just a bit, careful not to wake you. the large pink night shirt that cling to your body with the literal pair of panties nearly made him pass out.

“even when you’re sleeping you aim to please me..” he mumbled running his fingers down your back before cupping your ass cheek with one hand. no movement from you yet. you two had talks about kinks before, it wasn’t uncharted territory and sure enough he remembered what he was doing right now was okay, you’d given him consent multiple times to do it but even then he still wanted fresh consent. maybe you fell asleep because you weren’t feeling good or were having a bad day and needed to sleep it off.

he lightly shook you, “hun..” he whispered leaning down to kiss your cheek softly. smiling when you whined softly. “you okay babe..? anything wrong?” he asked softly. you opened one eye, making him smile wide. “mhm…’m okay” you mumbled sitting up slightly, your shirt falling off your shoulder slightly. “that’s good..now…i have a favour to ask, kitten”

after the petname you knew what that favour was going to be. “anything for you.” you smiled softly, shifting your position so you were sitting on your knees in front of him. you knew what came next and so did he.

“sucha good boy” he praised softly, hands finding the collar around your throat. “you didn’t take it off since last night? that’s cute..maybe i’ll get you something similar that you can wear in public?” he hummed.

you knew better than to speak unless he was genuinely asking you a question but you still gave him a gently nod to show your interest.

“what a good pet…to be completely honest with you, i’ve had a terrible fucking day. you know how i get when i’m not having a good day don’t you angel?” he asked, a hint of cockiness to his tone.

“i’ll be back. by the time i am you know what i expect to see.” with that he kissed your forehead and left the room. you didn’t want to test him today, sometimes you’d be a brat but today was not that day.

you quickly stripped down, clothes folded neatly placed on the side table so they were accessible for aftercare. your hands found your lap, pressing your hands in between your legs to hide the inevitable boned that came with him using you like he wanted to. surely he wouldn’t know if you gave yourself a little attention right? it was just so hard to stop yourself..it would feel too good.

snaking one hand down you grab onto your own length, gently stroking it. you shiver a bit at the feeling, both your cold hand and the sexiness of know that if you’re caught kuroo would make your life a living hell for a couple of hours, was thrilling.

when you and kuroo started getting into bdsm he put rules in place, ones that you needed to follow in the bed and even in regular life. one of the big ones? always ask your master permission to play. it was almost like you could hear him saying it back in your head, the guilt was starting to set in but it was just too late. right as you went to stop your movements, the door opened again, leaving you and kuroo in a very long intense gaze.

“well..what do we have here love? is my good boy breaking the rules?” he simply walked over, tossing the lube among other things he brought to the side chair near the bed. “n-no i didn’t do anything!” you whined in protest.

kuroo slowly leaned down, hand gently cupping your face, “i don’t fucking believe you.” he whispered before bringing the hand on your cheek back a bit to give it a smack then quickly taking the stinging skin back in his hand. “one thing i hate more than a whore who doesn’t fucking listen is a liar.” he spits.

he could quite literally get off on the shocked expression on your face currently, “now let’s try this again. did you break a rule?” he asked, eyes literally begging you to try and lie again. “yes master..” you sighed in defeat, you knew the punishment would be bad.

“do you know what happens to naughty boys that don’t listen and lie? do you kitten?” he let go of your face now, walking over to some of the things he brought up to the room. “they get punished” you replied quickly, not wanting to give him any other reason to punish you harder. “they do…you’re so smart baby..” he came back over, shoving you flat down on your back before using a flogger over your pretty pink tip.

“if only you weren’t a needy dumb slut.” he laughed striking again. you were left there to just wiggle and take it, whines and gasps leaving your mouth like a gospel. “i just wanted to come home and have a good time with my pretty kitty..and of course your stupid cock had to ruin it.” he sighed, peering down at you slightly just to see if you were still okay but judging by your face you loved it.

“i can’t wait any fucking more. get on your hands and knees, and you better arch that fucking back” he grumbled leaning over to grab the lube. this is how you knew kuroo was stressed or upset. even if he was punishing you he always took his time giving you what you wanted but now it was straight to the point.

“god look at that beautiful ass..too bad it’s attached to a cumdump like you, it’s going to be fucking tortured today i promise you that much boy.” he hissed giving it a rough slap. you flinch forward from the sting, a loud whine leaving your mouth. that only makes him do it again, harder this time. so hard it’s already formed a raised little imprint of his hand.

with every smack you jolt forward causing your cock to rut against the blankets, there was just so many sensations at once that you couldn’t help it when you came untouched, load seeping out onto the bed.

you’re fucked.

“did you just fucking cum?” he laughs loudly, one more extremely hard slap coming down, basking in the way you scream and whine about being sensitive. “you’re fucking pathetic. is that all you need? the bare fucking minimum?” he cussed at you. “you better fucking apologize” he grunts out.

“i-i’m so sorry! ‘m sorry master i-i didn’t mean too! it just feels soo good!” you practically sobbed, babbling like an idiot about how much you love him and that you’ll do better. he loved breaking you like this but he knew it was also emotionally taxing. “what do i always tell you baby?” his voice was a bit softer now, wiping a stray tear that did slip from your eye.

“t-this is just for fun..you don’t mean anything you say” you sniffled looking up at him with those cute little eyes of yours. “that’s right. good boy” he praised, “colour??” he asked immediately after. “green” you smile giving him a little thumbs up.

with your confirmation kuroo quickly grabbed you by the small amount of hair you had, pressing your face against the tent in his pants. “good..then it’s only fair i get to cum too yeah?” he smirked, stroking your hair gently.

“yes sir you do..i promise i’ll do good for you!” you ramble quickly, tiny hands working on his dress pants buttons. he watched you with hooded lids, just admiring how quickly you were trying to please him. “maybe your punishment will end if you’re good enough, but remember kitty it won’t be easy” he smirked knowing exactly what he was going to do.

you didn’t reply, just gave him a tiny nod. if you had to work for it then you would. you pull his cock out of his pants, kitten licking at the top a few times before licking a long strip from his balls all the way back up to the tip. to say you had a oral fixation, especially when it came to kuroos cock, was an understatement.

“that’s it…g-good boy-fuck” he praised, hands roughly gripping at your hair. holding you in place when you tried to take most of his length into your mouth, what didn’t fit your hands fumbled with. however kuroo was determined to make it fit.

kuroo roughly pulled your head down onto him, basking in the sound of you choking and gagging on his cock, “awh what’s the matter? bit off more than you can chew??” he smirked fucking your face with aggression, hips snapping up flush against your cheeks.

the tears that rolled down your cheeks made him unbelievably horny that he couldn’t stop himself, grunts and moans leaving him mouth while he used yours as a person fuck toy. you knew he was close when his perfect rhythm faltered a little and his grip on you was even tighter. to show him just how bad you wanted it, your hands found his balls, rolling and playing with them.

“goddd~you want this l-load so bad huh? hm? nggh! fuckk! you want it? yeah? fucking taking it stupid slut.” he sounded so unbelievably hot you can’t even help the bit of precum now leaking from your sensitive tip. soon after his statements you felt a warm sensation flooding down your throat, almost choking and coughing slightly since there was so much.

kuroo was still letting out loud moans of exctasy, ending with a soft hum he pulled his cock out of your mouth. the second you were freed you let out a gasp for air and a little bit of a cough but kuroo didn’t care. he grabbed your chin, opening your mouth with his other hand to make sure not even a drop of his cum went to waste. “good kitty..you took my cock so well…maybe you do need a reward?” he hummed, laughing deeply when you nodded quickly.

“face down ass up pretty boy.” he stated, having no problem jerking his still sensitive cock back up into a full erection. you did exactly as he asked before feeling a cold piece of metal against your back, you knew it well. the lead that attached to your collar. after it was clicked into place there were a few kisses up your back before you heard his raspy breath in your ear, “if you cum again without my permission this ass is going to be so fucking bruised and sore you won’t be sitting for months.” he whispered softly before biting the tip of your ear.

your breath caught in your throat but you nodded quickly, “yes sir..i’ll be so good i just really need to feel you..” you whine out, having to force your hips not to rut against the bed. “it’s cute when you’re so unbelievably pathetic for me” he smirked before gently rubbing the tip of his cock against your hole. “you’re clenching around nothing..so pretty..”

you choked out a tiny sob from just how needy you were, he always did this. he liked to break you down before even touching you, you loved it. “a stupid whore” he laughed loudly before giving you another harsh smack. with that he lubed his cock up, groaning a bit from how it felt.

with that he pushed inside, moaning when he bottomed out. he had this plan where he was going to make you cockwarm him for a bit just to tease you but the second he thought about all the stupid shit he had to deal with today? his hips snapped up and aggressively into you making you scream out but he wasn’t listening.

he was stuck in his own head, mentally cussing out everyone he worked with as he fucked all his anger out into his pretty kitty. “a-ah! da-mm! daaddyy!” you whine out nearly snapping him back to reality fully. “what? can’t handle it? is it too much for you?” he spat quickly, his pace not letting up. “everyone’s-nn-fuckin’ disappointing me today! i’m not taking it from you kitten.” he seethed, basking in the sound the bed made as it smacked off the wall.

“daddy! fuckk! ‘s soo goodd” he listened to the way you moaned out, his cock twitching so hard inside you that you could feel it. “yeah? you like it when i fuck your stupid boy pussy” he grinned knowing the way that made your heart skip a beat. “come on then, prove it. show me how much you love this fucking cock, stupid bitch” he smirked smacking your seriously irritated ass cheeks.

that sparked something inside of you, your hips throwing themselves back onto his cock. your moans so loud for him it sounded like screams. “p-please!” you managed to scream out between the loud babbling that left your mouth. “please what kitty?” he grunted, doing his best to focus on you and the squeezing your ass that was practically trying to milk him.

“plea-hhng! please c-cum daddy please!” you screamed, thank fuck he didn’t have neighbours. he smirked and shoved you down so your head was pressed again the mattress, holding your head there he let out a loud fucking moan before completely stilling. you could feel it shooting out in ropes, it felt so good that you came instantly and once again untouched.

“hmm that was cute~” he hummed almost immediately back to his normal self. “colour my love?” he asked gently rubbing your back, wondering if there was possibility to go again. “red” you murmur making him nod before slowly slipping out of you. “are you hurt? was it too much?” he pouted softly, gently rolling you onto your back to keep eye contact with you.

when you couldn’t reply he gently scooped you up and carried you into the bathroom, “it’s okay baby..kuroos got ya’”

[schoolbusgraveyard]

omg.. imagine the group having sleepovers or road trips.. taylor and logan making everyone friendship bracelets.. aiden making everyone wear matching halloween costumes(maybe aiden, ashlyn, and tyler as angels and ben, logan, and taylor as devils)..

pls just give me your heascanons on if they do anything together other then trying(and failing)not to get murdered every night

YES YES actually I started working on a fanfic where they were all having a sleepover/had it in my drafts for MONTHS and I was super happy w it, but I really need to go back over it/redo it tbh and then, y’know, actually post it somewhere. But ohhh my goddd oh my god all of the normal friendgroup stuff they could be doing............. adorable...... Esp the friendship bracelets made by Logan and Taylor tho, that just has my HEART.

I’ll use a few of your things for some of the headcanons, too, hope that’s okay! ^^

This is probably gonna get Really long

Okay so on the friendship bracelet note. Not really something they do, but when Tay and Logan hand them out, Ashlyn’s not really. Sure how she feels about it at first. She fidgets with it constantly, and literally only takes it off when she’s about to shower (or if it’s going to hurt her while she stretches) or get in a pool or something. She ends up fidgeting with it when she’s uncertain or thinking something over; it helps keep her grounded and also lets her do something with her hands.

Aiden is actually. Really careful with his. Like, scarily careful. If he’s about to do something where he’s worried that it’ll get broken or lost, he’ll actively put it on a lanyard or necklace under his shirt, in his bag--he’ll just take a single second to make sure it’s tucked away nice and safe somewhere before absolutely going off with whatever he’s gonna do.

God so the roadtrips thing; I feel like if they could drive (I know that the original Aiden could drive, and I’m not sure about anyone else’s skills atm) and had a vehicle they were allowed to use consistently, and the circumstances were... Different (aka not near-death every night), Aiden would pester the hell out of everyone to go with him on a long out-of-state trip. He and Ben would cover all of the expenses, and they could all just. Drive. Aiden, to me, seems like the kind of person who would just want to go, no real destination, no real place to be, just... Go.

Tyler kinda gives me the vibe of a guy that would just really enjoy just laying on the hood/roof of a car and staring up at the sky. He’d just get a kind of a “it’s calm and quiet and I don’t have to worry about anything right now” feeling?

On the note of sleepovers, I feel like the best place for it would probably be Ashlyn’s. Not inherently because of the graveyard, but where she has the murphy bed--they could all just spread blankets, sleeping bags, and pillows out across the floor and it wouldn’t be an issue, Mike/Emma would be constantly making snacks (they were being overdramatic and joking about ~pressing a cup against her door at like 3am to hear what she/her friends were talking about~ as well as sleepovers anyway) and checking on them, they’d be able to vote on a movie...

I feel like Aiden would immediately throw down like six horror movie DVDs that he brought preemptively, and half the group (specifically Ben, Logan, and Tyler would all just stare like “why? why would you want to do this? literally in an hour we’re going to pass out and see actual monsters and you want to watch a 45min ghost movie? and then after you want to watch another one?” to which he just responds with, “lol, yeah? perfect timing”). Taylor is kind of on the fence on it--I feel like she’d kinda lean away from a lot of ~haunted~ stuff after coming face to face with phantoms, but she still wants to try because, c’mon, they’ve all seen worse? they’ve lived through worse. how bad can one little horror movie be?

(Pretty bad, she probably ends up freaking out and clinging to either Ashlyn or Ben/hiding her face in one of their arms/etc. like, 2/3rds of the way through it if they even make it that far; Ben Cannot stomach horror stuff to save his life)

Aiden’s generally snuggly and physically affectionate (with a very weak understanding of boundaries) with everyone around him anyway--he would probably also be taking turns leaning against everyone, flopping down across them, or just kicking his legs up across theirs if they were all just sprawled out on the bed.

Taylor? Thrives off of this. As soon as he bumps his shoulder against hers, she’s immediately pulling him into a hug. Logan’s also pretty okay with this (and actually welcomes it! he’s just a little embarrassed), but he’s a little more reserved and withheld about it.

Ashlyn’s a little hesitant about it at first--moreso than Logan--but gets a little more comfortable after a little bit of the physical contact. She actually likes sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with Aiden on her own terms.

Not relevant to the sleepover bit, but 3am Walmart trips. Aiden’s idea, mostly everyone was ready to go along with it. Logan was a little hesitant at first, but after getting into a Walmart at 3am and seeing how quiet and peaceful/not crowded it was, he was like “oh. oh no, this is perfect, actually.”

Goofing off in the toy aisle, seeing the absolutely weird shit that goes on in Walmart at 3am, getting the Specific Sensory Experience of a late-night walmart?

[miyaniacs]

Hey!! I think this is an emergency request? But I was wondering if you could do an x reader in which she has an ED and self harms with Yamaguchi, Oikawa and Akaashi? If the topic makes you uncomfortable, could you just do fluff with those three? I’ve been feeling terrible lately and I need comfort like this rn this would mean a lot to me thank u :) i don’t wanna feel like im pressuring u into anything so if you don’t feel comfortable writing this it’s totally fine!!! Thank you :D

Hiiii :)

Sorry it took so long - I was really sleeping in & needed to finish an Assignment that’s due to tomorrow 💀 also... I'm sorry I just did Yams and Oikawa... I really wanted to do Akaashi, because he’d just be perfect on how he’d act in this situation... but I just couldn't get myself to write for one more rn... and I want to post it for you.. I can still make one for Akaashi another day, just sent in another request baby ❤️🥺

ALSO my messages are open love, I know how you feel so hit me up if you wanna talk 🥺

Ok so just a Little disclaimer - it could happen that I’ll write some personal experiences/ thoughts since I think I had an ED / developed one (but kinda stopped it getting worse ) and it still pops up here and there ( actually just last week ) - like I never been diagnosed but still I’m pretty sure lol

Also idk what kind of ED you got BUT I belive it’s probably under eating / binge eating so I mainly include those

masterlist

Warnings : mentions of selfharm & ED

HC s/o with an ED and Self harms 

Yamaguchi

alright ... so ....... you stayed over at his the night

You two made dinner and it was all prefect

You quickly went to the bathroom afterwards tho

Then you came back and helped him cleaning up the dishes

He was joking around and you laugh and push up your sleeves and start cleaning

Yams suddenly stops laughing and just stares at you

“Yams? what's -” you stop and realise what you just did

Today was such a good day, you totally forgot about your breakdown last night, after failing to do any of the things you were supposed to do that day and stepping on the scale realising you gained weight.

“ I- I - can... Can we just forget you saw this?” you stutter and pull down your selves again 

Obviously he won't just forget it

he gently takes one of your hands and leads you to the living room and sits down on the couch with you

“Why?” he whispers 

you just stare at him, unsure if you can tell him the real reason 

after a few minutes of silence you begin to talk 

you tell him everything 

the second you start talking you can’t stop 

the words spill out of your mouth, happy that you can finally get all those toxic thoughts out of your head 

Tears start streaming down your face while you tell him you’re feeling not good enough, like a failure, like you're trying to loose weight and developed an ed, yet you’re still to stupid to loose any weight etc so you just feel like you have to ... like punish yourself? 

Yams listens to you carefully and with every word his eyes get more and more glassy 

after you finished talking, he pulls you into the tightest hug ever

“baby... why haven't you told me, I'm always here for you, you shouldn't deal with all of this alone” 

sooo you stay in this position for a little longer, you both trying to calm down and stop crying

“Now... let me tell you - I will keep on telling you this over and over again, every single day of my life if I have to - you are enough, you are perfect in my eyes, you don’t have to loose any weight, but if you want to, then do it in a healthy way... I willing to help you in any way possible.” He takes your hands and moves them up to his face, kissing your knuckles

the rest of the night, you cuddle, him trying to confound every toxic thought you have 

he also gifts you a soft hair tie and makes you promise him, that you would use this, instead of hurting yourself 

his phone is also from now on not silent anymore in case you need someone to talk to at night 

the next weeks, he’s getting up earlier, making you some healthy, low calorie lunch so you don’t have to feel pressured to eat in the cafeteria and feel the need to throw up again afterwards. He’ll also tries to increase the cals, every other week. 

Oikawa 

He probably realises that something is up, the second his stupid ass walks into the bathroom when you just got out of the shower

It’s winter so you always wore sweatshirts and those cute wide leg pants

also you haven't been feeling good the past weeks, so there wasn't really a chance for Oikawa to see you in tight clothing or well ... no clothing at all. 

so when he saw you for this small second just now, his heart drops 

he just stands there shocked, tears already running down his face, not moving a muscle 

“Y/N...  I - since when - Why - I- “ he stutters not able to find the right words 

You stood still, towel in your hands, shocked expression on your face 

this is like your worst nightmare, he shouldn't see this, at least not now, not like this 

“Tooru, I can explain...” you stutter and look down at the ground 

“If you don’t want to, you don’t have to ... I just.. can I hold you?” He whispers in between small snobs 

you nod and he takes a set forward, carefully placing his arms around you, now afraid he could hurt you or break you 

He doesn't feel your soft curves anymore, his fingers are now met with the little bumps of your rips 

You hide your face in his neck and start crying 

the snobs make your body shake, which made him feel your bones move under his hands - which results in him crying even more 

“You’re just so perfect and I'm just me... all those beautiful girls who fall for you, with their skinny legs and waist, looking so delicate... I didn’t want you to be ashamed of me...” 

how couldn’t he notice? WHY haven't he? HE could NEVER be ashamed of you NEVER 

WHY was he so busy with Volleyball? he should have noticed that you weren't eating.. but he always thought you’ve eaten before... 

after you calmed down, he takes the towel and helps you getting dry, his eyes always stuck to small red lines on your legs, right under your hips

he walks over to where you kept your medics and all the first aid stuff and started treating your wounds 

He takes off his hoodie and puts it over your head and picks you up bridal style, carrying you to the bed 

He puts you down and quickly hurries to the kitchen and makes some tea for you 

You’re now seated in between his legs, your back resting on his chest while his arms are wrapped around you, rocking you from side to side, while you two watch some Disney movies 

after you finally fall asleep he takes out his phone and reads all the articles on the internet about self harming and ed’s. 

He makes a note on his phone where he writes down all the things he could do to help you, and all the little signs so he knew when one of your conditions gets worse again 

he makes sure that from now on, you two eat at least one meal together

he’s always encouraging you, if you feel like not eating, he begs you to at least eat one small bite, if you feel like eating the whole salad, girl, he’s hyping you up so much 

he sees that you gained some weight? 

omg be prepared for a full week of him praising you of how beautiful you are, hyping you up, etc 

and GODDD IF YOU NEED NEW CLOTHES BECAUSE YOUR OLD ONES DON’T FIT ANYMORE SINCE YOU GAINED WEIGHT 

he is spoiling you to the Max 

he is willing to fly you to London, Paris, La, etc so you get the best clothes available 

some small things he also do is : form that one night on, every day, he sends you a voice note of him telling you how amazing you are, how much he loves you, and lists at least 10 things why he loves you and why he’s proud of you - so from now on, before you grab that one small blade, you listen to this voice note and if that doesn't help, you only need to text him  🆘  and he’s already faceting you, dropping everything he was doing and getting to your house asap

also he’s probably trying to get you into working out with him, so he can control that you don’t overwork yourself and helps you gaining more muscles again and tells you about the benefits of weight lifting, since muscles burn calories while doing nothing at all, YET they need top be feed to remain 

[frischkasekuchen]

Christine AU

Credits:

Christine by Stephen King

Vanya(and his illustrations) by Thriftlita

Picrew by Russa

Warning:

Injury(Blood, scrapes)

Murder

Swearing

Starring:

Me(Kase Knowles) as Dennis Guilder (goddd, this feels like cringe)

@shu-dzhoker (Shu Dzhoker) as Arine Cunningham

@pearlsongfromstuff (Pearl Song) as Leigh Cabot

Vanya as Christine

Curiosity might get the best of me

But we'll see, yeah I gotta see

Curiosity might be the end of me

But we'll see, yeah I gotta see

-Hello Neighbor Song, Fandroid the Musical Robot

I’m gonna be honest, I was scared shitless. I was walking into a lion’s den, at night, armed with nothing but this morning’s newspaper. But I already walked so far and my fat-self was heaving, there was no point of going back.

All of Shu and my bullies had been murdered in one week. Darnell, the guy who let Shu work on her car in his do it yourself garage was also dead; the latest victim.

I shouldn’t care, I really shouldn’t. I barely knew Darnell, and I hated Buddy Repperton and his gang. But all evidence went back to Shu’s car, a car she bought not too long after Buddy got expelled for pulling a knife on us.

Fresh paint from the car was left at the first scene, and a witness saw the Plymouth chasing Buddy. And Darnell, he was sitting pretty after being crushed against the driver’s wheel. Shu’s become a prime suspect. There was nothing I could do at the time, as Buddy and his little friends put me in the hospital. I’ve recovered, and now I have to get Shu out of this mess. All of this started since Shu bought that damned rust bucket.

I don’t really know if the car killed anyone. But Pearl(one of the luckier victims), nearly choked to death on a hamburger after the car turned on and locked him in all on its own. He said it was if the car was…….jealous.

I saw someone in the car the day Shu bought it. A man with a white streak in a mess of auburn curls;

(hello)

and an old, red leather jacket.

Something was wrong with that car, and I was going to find out what.

I strolled right in through the front, the shutter was still up. Since Darnell was dead and police didn’t know what to do with this place, it became Shu and the car’s turf. I went straight to the parked Plymouth Fury and stared it down for at least five seconds, six feet away from it. As I glared daggers into the window, I noticed there was someone sitting in the driver’s seat.

I backed away two steps farther from the car. I decided to call out to the stranger,

“Shu? Is-is that you?”

The car door slammed open, making me jump. A man, the same one I saw on that hot September day, stepped out of the car. He did a small pirouette, it almost like he was a model, showing off a tailor’s newest creation. As we met eyes, he smiled warmly, but I felt cold dread. I was never good with eye contact, but something about him was downright unsettling. I stroked the arm still holding the newspaper.

Hello, you must be Kase! Shu has told me so much about you! Come here, come child, let me squeeze-

I damn near threw myself backwards, “Nope, no touching! Who are you, and what're you doing in Shu’s car?!”

My dear child, I am the car. And as he said that, the car’s engine revved without anyone touching it.

“So you’re Vanya? And- you can move the car- I yourself, without a driver?” I asked, looking down to my feet.

Mmhmm.

I said, “Ohhhh- that isn’t good.”, in a low voice under my breath.

It wasn’t until it was too late that I had let my eyes off of Vanya. My head snapped up and saw a shadow covering my own. Vanya had walked over to me. He looked to be an entire foot larger than me, I felt so small at that moment. Now my back was against the wall.

“Did you-

(strange question to ask the human projection of a car)

kill Buddy Repperton? Any of the men that have died this week?”

Vanya looked taken aback,

of course, I just met him and I was accusing him of murder. I began shuffling to the left, near the entrance.

“Sorry- that- came out wrong. The boys who were killed this week, Mr. Darnell included, were you there- used when it happened?” I stammered nervously, I felt myself tremble. “The police found fresh paint and someone saw you chasing Buddy- they’re all blaming Shu, and I don’t know what to do! I just need answers, I don’t know how long they’ll believe Shu’s alibis.”

I felt a hand pat my head as I went on, “I just want to help her! She’s my best friend.”’

I did too.

I removed the hand from my head and began taking more steps back. “What do you mean ‘I did too’?”

I killed those boys and that man.

My eyes snapped wide open, and instead of running, my silly self opened my mouth.

“HOW DARE YOU?! Do you know how much trouble you caused?! Shu’s gonna get her ass thrown in jail for what you did!”

They tried to kill me! The first one took a shit on me, defecated on my body. You should’ve seen how devastated Shu was!

“Yeah, I know! Shu snapped at Pearl and called him a' shitter'!”

And that’s exactly what he is.

“I’m gonna tell! And your ass is getting thrown in a junkyard-”

Vanya rushed up to me and grabbed me by the wrist. It felt like it was being crushed between steel.

You won’t be doing anything, he sneered. You’re going to be a good girl, go home and forget this happened.”

“Are you threatening me?” I surprisingly yanked my arm from his grip.

He chuckled darkly, No, I’m instructing you and if you don’t follow, you will find yourself underneath my tires.

I turned on my heel and began race walking. Then I heard the sound of a car engine. I didn’t need to turn around to know if I needed to run.

I bolted through the entrance and out the gate. I heard Vanya bellow behind me, Stop running and I’ll make it quick!

I didn’t want to die quickly, I just didn’t want to die at all.

I knew I couldn’t out run him, I had to find a hiding space or throw him off. At the time the only place I could’ve thought of was the beach. I took a right and heard the tires scream as Vanya turned.

As I arrived at a fence to the beach, I threw myself over it and rolled down a hill of sand. I heard the sound of Vanya coming to a stop. I scrambled to a hollowed out spot underneath the cliff by the sea. I sat down on a damp stone and waited for him to hopefully leave. I was damn near out of breath.

After at least five minutes I heard a yell.

FUCK!

I saw his headlights turn on and the sound of Vanya driving off, probably back to Darnell’s. I held my breath and listened closely until the car was out of earshot.

I stepped from out of my hiding place and began brushing sand off of me. I also realized I had scraped my knee and re-opened a now bleeding wound on my calf. ‘Fuck,’ I thought, ‘Daddy’s gonna crucify me.’

I stumbled my way up the sandy hill and climbed over the fence.The newspaper was surprisingly still clean and dry. I stuck one end in the front of my sock, and let the rest of it stick to my skin with the help of my blood.

[evolsinner]

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i awake to footsteps rushing up and down the staircase, the kind where you're late for something. not only does that tell me that it's morning time, but the fact that there's blinding sunlight shining through the thinnest crack in the curtains where both sides meet in the centre.

kayrem's sleeping on his stomach, all sprawled out. his pale back with beauty marks sprinkled all over makes me weak, but his ash brown hair brings me back to my senses; it ain't fucking ink black!

"kayrem, you gotta wake up."

he needs to get the fuck out, like, now.

"mmm, marie.." he mumbles, rolling over so that he's facing me, "a little while longer.."

"no, kayrem."

he mumbles again, pulling the covers over himself as a refusal, but this action also removes if off me.

"shit! don't look! don't look!" i quickly grab the covers again.

he literally laughs in his half~asleep state.

"so not funny," i mutter, flustered.

"i don't know why you're freaking out," he murmurs nonchalantly. "i was in you last night, marie."

the heat instantly rushes to my cheeks. some part of me wished he had forgotten, that we both had forgotten. i don't regret it, but it's more like a weird feeling. i feel out of place. a puzzle piece that one tries to fit in the incorrect template. i feel...wrong.

"mum and dad are awake. they'll notice that you're missing from your room."

no answer.

"kayrem, get up, please," i urge.

no answer again.

guys after sex are so lazy.

i decide to get up first.

"cupcake, stay with me," kayrem grumbles, gripping my arm. "i like it when you're next to me..." the libido in his morning voice taunts me.

i clear my throat and wriggle free from his weak hold.

-ˋˏ ༻🥂༺ ˎˊ-

i'm on literally house arrest, my brother as my stupid babysitter! i’m hoisted up on the kitchen's wooden benchtop, watching tv on the other end of the room whilst munching on cereal.

our parents have gone off to finish the last of the reporters at the old house so we can move back in. maxi's at school, and kayrem...well, he's heading down the stairs ~ shirtless and in red flannel pj pants.

"morning, sunshine," kayrem smiles through his yawn.

"uh, mornin'," i purse my lips, hitting him with that co~worker smile.

he bites his bottom lip..seductively before going off to grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator. "how'd you sleep?" he stands across from me, twisting the cap open.

is that a trick question or something?

"f~fine."

i continue taking spoonfuls of cornflakes, making sure to focus my attention on the tele and not on him. for whatever reason, my gaze returns back to him. ugh! i absorb in his skinny but lean frame. he pretends that he doesn't notice me evidently checking him out. i think he likes the attention...

"warm today, ain't it?" he gazes out the windows.

"um, yeah!" i reply rather too upbeat which makes the situation even awkwarder! quickly, i follow his scan out the windows to cool down my fluster away from his judgment.

he chuckles under his breath.

"what are you doing?" i anxiously question his sudden presence right in front of me.

"spread your legs."

“what?"

he places his hand on my knee and another hand on the other knee before firmly spreading them apart, then he comes in between them and whispers, "i'm hungry."

the bowl trembles in my grip.

"…for some cereal," he clarifies nonchalantly, lifting up my spoon and collecting some cornflakes on it.

i internally relax.

instead of bringing the spoon to his mouth, he brings it to my mouth. "open," he touches the spoon to my lips.

i open my mouth and he feeds me the spoonful like a baby. i start to chew when kayrem leans in and envelopes his mouth over mine. it catches me so off guard that the bowl i'm holding tilts and a little bit of the milk pours over his abs. he doesn't care though, rather, he deepens the kiss.

"most delicious fucking cereal i've ever tasted, cupcake," he says between the kiss, eating the cornflakes right out of my mouth.

i set the bowl aside and drag him closer between my legs as we make out. my breathing elevates and a sense of intense lust gushes through me. i am so angry at myself, but it’s his fault. he knows just how to make sure i'm his whenever he wants me to be his.

"wait, stop, we shouldn't," i retract.

"you practically told me to rape you last night, and now you want to back out?"

"it wasn't like that!" i snap.

"sorry, but i don't break promises, sis," he uses my words against me. "now lean back," he instructs. "i want another taste..." he adds in a whisper.

i get soft again.

a button, a zipper and a tug later, kayrem has his mouth against the base of my underwear.

"kayrem..!”

he sucks my folds over the fabric and toys with my clit. all the windows are completely uncovered; anyone can practically see in. i catch a glimpse of a car going past, and like a reflex, i kick kayrem in the shoulder. he stumbles back, confused and infatuated.

"no," i tell him like i'm taming a dog.

another car goes past and he sees me looking at it nervously.

"who the fuck cares if anyone sees? i'm just enjoying breakfast. no crime in that, babysis.”

like a dog to a bone, he returns and drags my underwear down. he begins sucking..licking..probing..swallowing. he really knows how to…eat.

"mm..fuck," i grind into his face, creating more friction for myself. "you've..." i throw my head back, "got to..." i grab his hair, "stop,” i push him deeper into myself.

"moan for me, baby, moan for me."

"ahh, fuck, kayrem, f~faster..!"

giving his tongue a break, he rams two fingers into me and begins pumping in and out vigorously. i go from a molten lava cake that's been cut in half to an active volcano.

"w~what's happening to me..?!"

"it's okay," he takes a step back. "you're squirting."

"what?!" i throw my palms over my vag, stopping the gush. it feels like i'm peeing!

"marie, christ, you look so damn fuckable right now," he observes me with broad, broad eyes. "effing wish you were sitting on my face."

"i don’t squirt," i say angrily.

"hey, it's nothing to be ashamed of. guys dig that shit. you've actually made me a fuckload hornier."

"i'm not!" my eyes blur up.

"okay, okay," he quickly says. "it's okay, okay? i'll help you hide the evidence, cupcake," he smiles softly before reconnecting his lips with my wet folds, and just like that, he pumps my euphoria levels right back up.

"oh god, yesss," i scream. "oh my god!" i spot a familiar grey blob backing up into the driveway. "oh my goddd!"

kayrem continues.

"get off! get off!"

the car door shuts.

"get off!!!" i slap him hard on his back.

"ow!" he lifts his head up. "what the hell, marie?! you're so confusing!"

"mum's here!!"

keys dangle at the front door.

"what? she is?!" he glances out the window and sees her parked tesla. "oh fuck! fuck! what the fuck?! why the fuck?!"

i jump down, collect my pants and run behind the benchtop.

the door sways open.

"hey, mum!" i scream.

"jesus!" she holds a hand to her heart. "you startled me half to death, roséah."

"oops, aha! sorry, didn't mean to. um, why are you home?"

"forgot some important paperwork..." she answers me, looking around dubiously. her scan stops at kayrem as she watches him awkwardly eat the rest of what's actually called breakfast. "ahem, kayrem, please put on a shirt. you can't be walking around like that in front of your sister."

"oh," he looks at his chest, or past it, i can't tell. "uh..." and he faces me.

i shake my head at him questionably.

he gulps, licking his lips nervously.

"kayrem. shirt. now," mum dictates.

"right..mother..just.."

he's still staring at me in some code that i'm supposed to magically understand.

?!?!?!?!?

he glances at the fruit bowl which has a batch of bananas on the top.

so?

oh.

oh.

"this is bananas!" i scream again.

"jesus, roséah!" mum jumps in fright again. "what is with you?!"

"sorry," i cringe. "uh...would you like a banana?"

whilst her attention is fixed on me, kayrem slips away.

"no, and for the love of god, use your inside voice."

i nod, peeling up one for myself.

she leaves.

i roughly take a bite out of the fruit…yummy?

[pillow-anime-talk]

scarfs.

synopsis: Bakugo, Todoroki, Kaminari and Kirishima getting as a gift a handmade scarf from their crush.

# tags: scenarios; U.A!au; crush culture; super fluff; super soft; super cute; sfw

includes: female readet ft. katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, denki kaminari & eijirou kirishima {bnha}

author’s note: again, thank you for request, @aa--leksandra​!!!

— KATSUKI

“What the fuck. Who’s there?”

These were the first words Bakugo said when you knocked on his door and with a big smile gave him a small package wrapped around in colorful paper with smol presents and fireworks on the edges.

“What is it?”

“A gift, don’t you see? It’s for you, Katsuki.” You smiled gently. “Can I come in? I want to see your reaction for this.”

Bakugo frowned while letting you into his room in the class-shared dorm.

When you entered the room, you looked around. Although you have been here many times, you still admired the cleanliness in Baku's room. And also you admired this small picture in the frame on his desk, which depicted the two of you.

“What occasion is this gift?” You heard a quiet, slightly uncertain question. “Anniversary of our friendship or something like that shit?”

“No, you fool. It’s April 20. Are you dumb?”

“Huh?”

“Your birthday... idiot. Then, yes. Happy birthday, Katsuki!” You screamed joyfully, clapping your small hands. “Open, open now. Please!”

Bakugo stood shocked, completely unsuspecting of ever getting a present from someone. Not counting his parents, of course. But you weren’t his mom or dad, you’re his... crush. His fucking ideal girl who he crushed from over a year. Getting a present from you was like a marriage proposal with him in his eyes. Of course he was moved, although he tried not to show it (as always in your presence, by the way).

When he ripped colored paper and took out a few chocolates and soft material, he looked at you questioningly. However, you stood quietly, just blushing on your cheeks.

“This is...”

“Scarf! I made it by myself! Expand it.” You told him, so he did it quikly. A green scarf with the black inscription ‘Ground Zero’ looked extremely charming in his eyes. He didn’t even realize that you could do this kind of things...

“It’s really...”

“Yeah. I know, you don’t like shit like this so much, but I thought you would need it... Especially during the winter, when you’ll have to warm up to be stronger during the fight or training...” You muttered quietly, at which Bakugo smiled softly.

“I can get shit like this from you for every birthday, Y/N. Thank you.”

You quickly came up to him and hugged his body smelling of delicate, coconut gel. Katsuki felt his cheeks turn as red as the caption on the green material...

Damn. So, it’s his turn to surprise you and maybe... invite you on a date... haha, just kidding... unless...?

— SHOTO

Shoto didn’t like Christmas. Maybe in totally another family this special time would been really nice, but not at the moment when his father was Enji and his mother was still in the hospital on the other side of town. Or if his siblings was be in one place... not as currently, when Toya disappeared few years ago, Fuyumi worked in school from morning to the evening, and Natsuo had his private life and studies. That's the reason why Todoroki was hate Christmas, New Year Eve, and every other holiday like his own birthday or Children's Day.

Anyway. It was supposed to be the first Christmas in U.A High School. He didn’t wait for this day, unlike some people in 1-A Class like Uraraka, Mineta and Kirishima were charged with too much energy. But he? Shoto looked at everything with tired eyes, thinking about the excuse to not spend this time with friends, carols and gingerbreads.

The day before Christmas Eve all people of your class organized a huge supper in the main room. Sato prepared delicious cakes, Mina, Bakugo and you took care of cooking dishes. Kaminari and Sero decorated the room, while Izuku with Shoji’s help had decorated a Christmas tree... and Momo and Tsui was cleaned the living room before. Everything looked really beautiful... Yet Shoto couldn’t enjoy it at all.

Right, admiring your person in an apron and a soft smile on your face was pleasant, but it was the only thing that Shoto noticed. Therefore, at one point he put the newspaper on the table next to the sofa and stood up, directing his person to his own room.

Hardly anyone paid any attention to him, but you (as befits a good, pure soul) wanted to follow him to asked what happened. Bakugo’s voice, however, stopped you from doing this thing.

“Leave this two-shitty-haired-color boy alone, Y/N. If he wants, he’ll come back to us later.”

“Yes, but...” You sighed quietly, unbuttoning your white apron. “Give me a moment, Baku. And look after the pasta, please!”

“She’s stupid or what. The Todo-Lion will kill her.” The pink girl whispered. Bakugo shrugged and went back to cooking.

At the same time, you went to your room for a gift that you made with your own hands. You knew that Shoto didn’t like Christmas and didn’t feel their magic, but even this didn’t stop you from making a warm scarf in a color who’s matches with his hero’s outfit. Anyway... You wanted to give something to your sympathy, that’s all.

You liked Todoroki, so that’s why you wanted to give him something. Holidays were, of course, a good reason to do it.

When you knocked on your friend’s room, your heart sped up slightly. And when Shoto dressed in black turtleneck opened the door for you and raised an eyebrow, because he not expecting anyone, especially your visit. 

“Can I go inside?” You asked, and the heterochromic boy opened the door wider. When you got inside you immediately looked at his face. “I know you don’t like Christmas... And I also know that you don’t like getting anything from someone, but I thought...” You gave him a paper, silver bag. “... this would be super useful for you in this time of the year. I didn’t know what to buy, so ultimately I did something by myself. I hope you like it... If not, it’s okay! I can do something completely different for you... Like gloves or a beanie. “

Shoto opened both his eyes widely and then a bag with a woolen blue scarf inside. 

Shoto.exe has stopped working.

“T-This is... for me?”

“Yes. It’s Christmas, Shoto. Soooo, Merry Christmas!”

“Thank you... But... I have nothing for you, Y/N... I’m sorry...”

“It’s alright. You can hug me or smile to me as a thank you. I think this will be the best present.” You said cheerfully, opening your arms.

Todoroki hugged you tightly to his chest and even gave you a little kiss on the forehead. You stood cuddled up in him for a few minutes, and he thought about confessing love to you at the same time.

Maybe... now after the Christmas dinner?

— DENKI

“Hey, Mina? Ummm... Do you know where’s Kaminari?” You came up to the girl who was sitting on the big sofa in the main room and playing on the PlayStation with Uraraka and Toru.

“No...” She murmured in surprise. “Is something wrong that you’re looking for him?”

“Nothing special. Denki has just been sad since recently, so I just wanted to take him for a walk and to the cafe.”

Ashido opened her mouth to say something, but Eijiro’s hand rested on your shoulder. “He’s behind our dorm. When I bypassed him, he said he was going to rest or something like that.”

“Oh!” You breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks, Kirishima!” You said quickly, equally quickly you left the four students and heading towards the exit from the dorm. At that moment, Mina noticed the small package in your hands and, of course, she knew what this could mean... Would you finally decided to reveal your feelings to Kaminari? It seemed interesting move in the pink girl’s eyes.

However, you fast found a golden-haired boy with a lightning bolt-shaped streak of black who’s sat on a bench under a large, oak tree. From a distance, you saw his bored expression and the dark circles under his eyes that appeared on his face three days ago.

As a good friend, you wanted to improve Denki’s mood. You weren’t very good at these matters, but thanks to watching a lot of TV series and movies you remembered some friendly habits. One of them was just giving presents and taking the other person to the coffee shop or food bar.

“Denki?” You started quietly because you didn’t want to scare him. When the yellow boy noticed you, he immediately moved his head and brought a smile on his own face.

“Y/N! Hi!” He answered loudly, so you rolled your eyes. “Something happened?”

“I’m the one, who should ask this question.”

The boy looked at you questioningly, but without a word you sat next to him with a gift in your lap. You quickly opened a light, thin paper and pulled out a downy, dark-yellow scarf with small, black lightnings. You slowly wrapped the material around your friend’s neck and smiled softly to him.

“You’ve been in a worse mood for a long time, so I decided to help you a little. I would like you to know that you’ll always find support in me and if something happens, tell me about it, okay?”

“Y/N...” Denki grabbed the edge of a two-colored scarf and ran one finger over it.

“I did it for two days, so you better appreciate it!”

“You made it by yourself?! You shouldn’t...” His cheeks turns red.

“Of course I should. You’re in a bad and nasty humor. If it happens again, I can sew you a socks next time... Now, get up.”

Kaminari looked at you with another question mark painted on his face. “What? Why?”

“We’re going to a cafe. And later we’ll go to a pizzeria or on a burgers! I’m soooo hungry. You too, right?” You turned the other way to hide the cherry pigment on your skin, while he lowered his head, blushing even more.

“Ummm... So, this is a date?” He asked uncertainly when his heart was beating louder and faster than usual. This isn’t surprising... he liked you a lot. Is it possible that a girl like you also liked him in THIS way...?

“Y-Yeah. Why not? So, come. Our date will get away, Denki!”

Oooh myYyyY GOddD.

— EIJIRO

Kirishima stood with Tetsutetsu and paid no attention to the world around him. No wonder... After all, it was the end of the school year for the all last classes in U.A. High School, and Tetsutetsu was his friend for last three years. He had to say goodbye to him and then to his own class, 3-A.

You stood alone on the other side the corridor and waited for Kirishima to come back to you and the rest of your friends. But yet, you sighed quietly and returned to class, taking a seat on the bench, which in a few minutes, after the last speech of Mr. Aizawa will cease to be yours. It’s too sad.

Next to your leg lay your bag in which there was a small present for Eijiro. Of course, you couldn’t finish school without giving him anything. Or not confessed the feelings that had developed in you since almost the beginning of education.

The last bell was a godsend for you and other 3-A students. Kirishima returned to class and you looked at him with a smol smile. He decided to approach you. Thanks to that, some courage gathered within you. You reached for your bag and then pulled the red-haired boy to the back of the classroom.

“Something happened, Y/N? We’re finishing in a moment. After that, we can talk.” He started uncertainly, but you shook your head.

“Later I may not do it at all...” You started shyly, taking a small gift for Kirishima out of the black bag. “It’s for you. For at the end of education and... everything else.”

“Huh? For me?” He asked in shock, accepting the gift. “Thank you, but... I have nothing for you...”

“I don’t want anything in return, Eiji.” You said it lightly and then took a deep breath. “Anyway... I also wanted to say that I like you. Since... Since for a long time. Before we finished this school and we will go to other universities, I wanted to tell you that. I would regret if I kept it to myself.” You added, looking at the floor in the classroom. Kirishima’s eyes widened.

This can’t be true.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, yes. It’s a little bit embarrassing, but I prefer to confess it to you.”

THIS CAN’T BE TRUE.

You not only gave him a super soft and red scarf, which perfectly matched his costume and the whole idea of ​​‘Red Riot’, but you also admitted that you like him! Eijiro was shocked. SO SHOCKED.

“Woah... I don’t know what to say...” He started and you blushed. ”I mean... I like you from the first day of school and I was always afraid that you don’t like me in this way. And now something like this... This scarf is the most manly thing I’ve ever seen! I will proudly wear it. And well... What I’ll say is probably a little bit embarrassing too, but... Do you want to go on a date with me? I don’t know where yet, but together we’ll come up with something!”

“Y-Yes. Eiji, I...”

“Y/L/N, Kirishima. Take your places now. You two will go on date and talked about this after the last class meeting.”

At the sound of Mr. Aizawa’s voice and words, you and Eijiro became as red as the scarf. At the same time, the rest of the class who’s came back, started laugh at two of you.

[hoe-doroki]

ana reads bnha ch31

previous chapter here first chapter here next chapter here

🤣 I almost forgot that the first thing this boy says is something that only Todoroki would ever say. It’s his intelligence combined with his denseness combined with his life informing his whole worldview. Guysssss, this post is gonna be so looooong. I’m so excited! I’m panting. Okay, let’s go.

Once again, Ana squeals: My boy is so smart!! I like to think I’m smart, but, in this situation (between Midoriya’s rambling) I’m not sure I would have picked up on that. Shouto is so sharp. But then he doesn’t pursue it. He doesn’t try to squeeze the info out of Midoriya. Not because he doesn’t think he could—if I were Shouto, I would look at Midoriya and figure there was a way to get him to talk. He already gave a hint by accident. I just think he has confidence that he’ll be able to figure it out if he’s patient.

I wonder if he does, though? I mean, after their battle, Shouto stops caring about this...doesn’t he? I think he does. Which is interesting, right? He only cares right now because he sees it as a threat. But once he doesn’t care about the threat anymore, he only cares about Midoriya as a person. Not any of this All Might nonsense. Ugh, Todoroki <333

Of all time??????? Guys, that’s very different from being the current number two hero. Like, where is this GOAT ranking? I mean, we know that All Might is the greatest of all time. But, surely, someone from, 50, 100 years ago could be the second greatest of all time. But no, Shouto’s telling us that out of everyone who’s ever been a hero (in Japan) Endeavor is the number two guy. Wowza.

My question about Endeavor is always: what’s your awareness level, bro? Like, it’s evident here that he doesn’t think what he’s doing as a whole is wrong. But does he think that he’s messed up at all? Because, look, him saying, “You think I’d tell you anything?” That’s could easily be him just telling All Might to eff off, no further motive. But I also think that it’s a shame response. He knows some of his “success” with Shouto is fucked, stuff that he definitely wouldn’t share with All Might even if he didn’t kind of hate him. So he hides that shame under his prickly attitude, so he has no reason to talk. Or he’s just an ass, idk.

(Yeah, in the dub he says: “Are you implying something?” Fishy indeed.)

That’s the million dollar question, isn’t it? Why is Shouto telling Midoriya this? @a-bnha-shoutorealm​ and I have talked our faces blue trying to figure out exactly this.

Obviously it’s triggered by the fact that he used his left side without thinking. And because he as the initial questions about All Might. And then he starts off this conversation by trash talking Endeavor which, at some point between his mother being put away and now, he has become comfortable with without fear of retribution (something Kim and I have also talked about ad nauseam).

But in two pages, he goes from this, to telling the story of his scar. Which I don’t think he’s ever told anyone before. Shouto doesn’t strike me as the type to need to keep things secret (judging by how he’s willing to blab off about Endeavor--while Endeavor’s there!--to the little kids during his and Bakugou’s remedial provisional license class). I think he’s just never had anyone he would consider talking to before. He’s been totally isolated by Endeavor--I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that he’s been homeschooled, actually--and clearly doesn’t have any friends. Not that he sees Midoriya as a friend yet, but he is the only person he sees as a near equal.

The most likely solution I can come up with is that he feel like he needs someone to understand, so that he can justify why he’s not using his left side. That he felt like Midoriya was judging him and he wanted to explain his motivations to the only person he thinks is worthy of knowing. Of defending himself to. Shouto’s not the sort to just get carried away, so I think it must be something more like this. Something he feels compelled to do.

Wow, it’s so interesting seeing this juxtaposed against everyone else getting to be normal teenagers, have normal childhoods. Goddd, it breaks my heart, Shouto! We’re seeing Mineta and Kaminari talk about going after some cheerleaders—of course Mineta needs to make an appearance in my blessed chapter about Shouto—while Shouto’s talking about the quirk marriages. I wonder if it’s supposed to juxtapose any more than those two things, though. Is it also showing that Shouto doesn’t take part in those activities? That he has difficulty believing in love and romance due to the sham quirk marriage of his parents’?

And look how heavily drawn his speech bubbles are now? What exactly is that meant to represent? Is it an audio cue about what his voice might sound like or is it just to represent that what he’s talking about is dark and heavy or is it for drama? Him getting carried away as he tells more and more personal details? I don’t read enough manga to know 🤣

Separately, here we also get a hint that Todoroki’s mother isn’t in the picture. “As I remember…”

Okay, this we need to talk about, because that’s the other question people have. Why is Bakugou eavesdropping? To me, it’s always been pretty simple. We have the two people in the class Bakugou cares the most about. The strongest guy in the class—who just won the thing Bakugou was supposed to win—and the pebble in his shoe who’s growing larger and larger every day. He must have seen the two of them split off and, legit, I think he has FOMO. Like, if these two are doing something, he has to know about it. I think a part of him fears they’re laughing about him. Assumes they’re teaming up against him. He’s definitely assuming it’s going to be something about him or that interests him.

He doesn’t expect this.

He knows he shouldn’t have stayed once Shouto starts getting really personal. Bakugou might suck at human interaction, but that’s voluntary. He knows what he’s “doing wrong” socially—he just doesn’t give a crap. It’s a combination of preferring to be the way he is and being too deep down the rabbit hole of  assholery to know the way back. He’s frozen here. Shouto’s story is captivating—so painful you can’t not listen to it. That close-up face of his. That’s someone whose world has been rocked. I remember the first times I became aware of real abuse, times when I realized just how bad things could be for people and it shakes your worldview, freezes you as you struggle to comprehend. Bakugou thought he knew what families were like, since his mom is rougher with him. He didn’t know that something like this could happen to a person via their parent’s hand. I think this is one of the only times he purely feels bad about what he’s doing, what he’s done. But the horror of Shouto’s story has him stuck, unable to walk away.

“Sorry for wasting your time.” What is that?

Does he realize that he said a bit more than he was really intending to? That he troubled someone else with his personal life when he doesn’t want anything done about it? Or is this because he realized that Midoriya isn’t going to say anything about All Might and because of that the conversation was a waste of time.

You know what, knowing our dense little Shouto, I bet it’s that last one.

And if Bakugou’s shaken, then Midoriya is only more so. God, I’m 9 years older than Midoriya and if someone told me something like this out of the blue today, I’d be panicking. This is a delicate situation. He’s just become aware of serious abuse, and someone has confided in him their deepest traumas regarding that. What the hell do you say not to make it worse?

I think he handles it as best he can. Really, I think what he says here is just about the best thing he could have. Because Todoroki is not in a place mentally to accept help. Not even close. But even just sharing his story, that he accepts help from others, is vital. This introduces the idea to Todoroki that he can get help. That working with others is okay. It hasn’t penetrated yet, but it’s the seed planted.

Overall: 1.7K. Over 3 pages. Sorry, all.

Well, guys, this is the peak for me (until Shoto Todoroki: Origin!!!!). I know it’s not the scene with the most action or plot, but I live for character backstory and boys having sensitive moments. This scene in the anime is what made me start to fall in love with Todoroki and the show as a whole. It took me weeks to get to the end of season four after this episode. All the ones before this? Six months.

Todoroki’s story is harrowing, yes. At the same time, we’re getting more worldbuilding. So far, our image of heroes is All Might and the U.A. faculty. We haven’t yet seen any hero that’s corrupt or abusive. But suddenly we meet Endeavor, both through Todoroki, and a couple interactions with All Might. We learn a little bit more about how quirks have affected society and changed since their first appeared. This chapter isn’t one dimensionsal.

And we get our first panels of our main three. I think maybe part of the thing is that Midoriya’s world thus far has been loud, fast, intense. But this chapter is quiet. Nothing but Todoroki’s low, quiet voice. You could hear a pin drop. Barely a movement. Even Bakugou is still. It’s such a change of pace. And when you’re barely expecting it—it hits hard.

Also, every time I double check to see if something in the manga happened in the anime, it always did 😅 My memory may be fallible, but that adaptation sure isn’t! (joke, please don’t come at me)

If anyone has anything to add, obviously I’m dying to talk about it.

[honestgrins]

OH MY GODDD!!!! I LOVED THE SQUEL TO “Of All the Vervain Joints.” Could you make a prequel about how they met/how their (affair?) started?!?

mini-prequel to Part I & Part II, set somewhere in the 1300s

Take Me Back to the Start

He found himself watching her.

Nursing the same ale allowed him to avoid her attention in the otherwise busy tavern, but he still took care not to be caught in his observation. Gracefully, she made her way through the crowd, never spilling a drop even when drunkards careened into her path. She would only smile at the obstacle, then roll those expressive eyes as soon as her face turned away. 

More interestingly, she only allowed her fangs to fall when a patron took the liberty of placing his hand where it didn't belong. With impressive control, the veins beneath her eyes faded as quickly as they appeared. To show such restraint, Klaus placed her well into her first century. For her to be working in such a menial position when the world could be hers as a vampire, however, meant there were ulterior motives at play.

Considering the rumors he'd been chasing about an army Mikael had built, Klaus hoped this wench would be a substantial lead. Finally, he lifted his hand.

"Another ale?" she asked, her voice too sweet to be sincere. When her eyes met his, though, her smile fell. 

Klaus might have flattered himself as pleasant to look at, had her face not paled as well. Smirking, he grabbed her before she could run, instead flashing them both to the room he'd rented upstairs. "Hello, sweetheart. Have we met?"

Her fangs had returned, drawing blood from her lip as he pinned her to the wall. Rather than answering, she shook her head.

"But you've heard of me," he accused, his smile never wavering. "Fantastic. I assume you're one of Mikael's pets."

At that, she shoved him back, though she didn't try to flee. "I'm not his pet," she seethed. "But I was turned by one of them, which is all the same to him."

The smile bled from his face as his options dwindled. Klaus hated to limit himself, especially on his father's account. "Tell me why I shouldn't kill you right now. Even if you don't willingly inform on my movements, Mikael would just torture it from you."

Her shoulders rolled back. "I'm tougher than I look, and I'm good at what I do."

Lips curling again, he brushed the loose hair from her face to better gauge his effect on her. Between the small shiver she couldn't hide and the defiant snarl at his touch, he found her fascinating. "I bet you are, love," he replied honestly. "So, what does my father have you doing?"

"Your father has me collecting any information that can lead to you or your siblings," she answered. "What I really do would be of far more use to you, but only if you let me live." At his intrigued expression, she chanced a smile of her own. "I collect all sorts of information, and favors, and even friends, all of which allow me to quietly create chaos right under Mikael's nose."

"Chaos can be a useful distraction," Klaus acknowledged. His gaze met hers, and he laced his voice heavily with the weight of compulsion. "Continue about your business, but you will not remember seeing me. When you see me again, you'll tell me anything I want to know."

Face blank, she repeated the orders and blinked when he released her. Smoothing out her dress, she made to leave, perfectly composed.

Too perfectly.

Klaus pulled her back, his fangs sharp as he nearly growled in her face. Similarly enraged, she all but hissed in return. "You can't compel me," she swore. "And fuck you for trying."

As his anger slowly lowered to a simmer, he couldn't help but feel impressed. "Perhaps it's time we properly introduced ourselves. My name is Niklaus. Please, call me Klaus."

She fought to be released from his tight hold, only to fall limp against the wall. Sulking, she glared up at him. "Caroline."

"Caroline." He smiled around the word, thinking how well it suited her. "Let's be friends, shall we?"

"Like I have a choice," she bit out, but she also didn't try to run again when he let her go.

It was a start.

[letters-from-the-three-houses]

GODDD I /LOVE/ your edelgard x dimitri stuff so much omfg... all this potential for tenderness and angst between these two is just so *chefs kiss* im shy but can i request a deeper look into what edelgard might like about dimitri (physical, personality, etc) i imagine being the heiress makes her a bit detached, and she never got to feel like a normal girl with a crush... let her love and my poor soft boy be appreciated

thank you!!!! i’m grateful for the praise, anon, but that explanation of yours is a chef’s kiss all to itself! claude would know and he would be entertained by it. in the original draft of the other post, i said he’d think of eddie/dimitri as his favourite source of melodrama, but i got rid of it bc it didn’t flow well with the rest of the hcs

this turned out to be longer than i expected (holy smokes), so thank goodness the read more finally works again

enjoy!

p.s. for those who don’t know yet, it’s currently my fourth favourite season of the year—midterm season—hence why the blog’s been running slow these days. i’ll be back to normal speed once the second week of july rolls around. so just in time for the two week countdown! i’ll still doing my best to work on requests in my spare time, but studying’s important and i’m going to get me some good grades 🕶️

edelgard’s initial impression of him was that he was much too like herself

with a slight frown and a straight stature, he looked regal, imposing, and dignified

calculating and cool, wary and doubting

she could see herself in him and it put her on her guard

so when she introduced herself for the first time, she made sure to act as aloof at possible

“i am edelgard von hresvelg,” she said, a hand on her chest as she bowed. “it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, prince dimitri”

she expected him to do the same, a well-practiced propriety that only the heir of faerghus could have

so when he grinned, she froze

“well met,” he told her, genuity dripping from his voice. “but really, the honour is entirely mine. i’ve heard only the best things about you, and though i had no doubt they were true, your prowess against those bandits only solidified the claim”

it made her more uneasy than she’d admit, but she masked her discomfort with a passive expression

and during their entire trip to the monastery, she stole secret glances his way, still confused and trying to understand their interaction

whenever he caught her eye, he simply smiled and nodded at her

it was all so baffling

and it bugged her so much that when they were already in the academy, she continued her habit of studying him

she couldn’t understand how someone so…innocent could make it this far on their own

she got her answer one day when she found him laughing and joking around with his housemates

and realization clicked

there, she thought

he could act so open because he believed he had people he could trust to watch his back

and for a moment, all she felt was pity

it was foolish of him

naive

didn’t he know that putting too much faith in someone made it easier for them to stab you in the back?

whenever he was around, she couldn’t help but watch him—like she was waiting for a train wreck to happen

surely this would all fall apart

sooner or later, his so-called ‘friends’ would show their true selves and intentions

but no matter how long she waited, nothing happened

and she began to think

maybe

just maybe

his housemates really treated him like he hasn’t the prince of faerghus

but instead, like he has their equal

like he was just…him

the idea was rather foreign to her, but if she was being fully honest, it was intriguing

she still thought it was unwise

but she was curious to know how it was possible

was it something about dimitri in particular? or was it perhaps because the people in faerghus were just more trusting in nature?

she wondered what it’d be like if adrestia was like that

(and at that, she shook her head and forced herself to turn away)

(nonsense; that line of thinking would surely get her into trouble)

(and yet, she couldn’t help but sneak another glance, watching the way his face brightened when he laughed)

because of interest, or perhaps habit—what else would it be?—she continued studying his every move and mannerism

whenever she talked with him, she memorized his expressions

in an argument, his brows pinched together as he frowned, showing every crease and wrinkle of disagreement

when he was taken aback, pale skin giving way to a warm blush, he stuttered and stumbled on his words

when she quipped a joke, rare as it was, his eyes shone in awe, mouth slightly ajar, before he schooled his features into a smile

it was hard to look away from

and the image of him, light and happy, would remain at the forefront of her mind for the rest of the day

from then on, she sometimes daydreamed about him

reimagining the emotions that would flit on his face

and how, even if he’d try to hide them, they would bleed through with his bad acting

how he’d try to pretend he hadn’t just jumped five feet in the air in surprise

or how he’d clear his throat to divert the attention from his reddening ears

she’d breathe out a laugh before realizing what she was doing, and she’d snap out of it to redirect her thoughts elsewhere

it didn’t stop people from noticing

whenever she was in that mood, staring out into space with a pensive look, hubert would ask, “my lady, are you alright?”

and she’d jolt back to her senses, replying with a “most certainly” before going back to her book

or petra would look on, quizzical at edelgard’s constant sighing, and say, “distraction by something, lady edelgard?”

“no,” she’d say after a moment’s pause. “it’s nothing. sorry, petra, what were you saying about practice?”

it was rather subtle, but the moments and slip ups compounded as the days went on, and the eagles were all worried about what was happening

they finally realized what it was during one of the house tournaments

usually, when the match was against the deer, edelgard would study her housemate’s every move, noting any mistakes and areas for improvement that she’d touch upon later

but when it was against the lions, their leader seemed almost…expectant?

even when the match was bernadetta vs. mercedes—and edelgard was taking careful consideration to make sure bernadetta got the encouragement she needed

her gaze would keep sliding over

so, following edelgard’s line of sight, they noticed she was looking at dimitri

dorothea gasped

caspar elbowed linhardt so hard he almost toppled over

hubert and petra blinked in realization

and ferdinand, disgusted, had a look on his face that said, ‘out of all the people she could have chosen, she chose him? seriously?’

but they watched in silence, eyes flitting back and forth between the two leaders

meanwhile, edelgard was unaware of what was going on behind her

and when bernadetta won, she stiffened as dimitri came over to relay his congratulations

he grinned, almost cheeky. “as expected from your members, edelgard. after all, they learn from the best”

she stared for a moment, a bubbly feeling rising up in her stomach, before she turned her gaze to the training grounds. “yes, quite. you’d best keep up lest you get left in the dust”

“of course. i suspect we’ll be training hard for the next few weeks.” he laughed and it was light, like cold air on a winter’s morning. “still, it’s no loss to lose to you”

her eyes flashed at that, ready to retort

was that an insult?

was he implying they were too insignificant to even be considered proper opponents?

but when she focused on him, she stopped, the argument dying on her lips

because once again, dimitri was staring at her with an earnestness that told her he had utmost faith in her abilities

again, he didn’t bother to hide the full extent of his feelings

but unlike the first time, it didn’t make her uncomfortable

instead, it made her feel…warm?

almost happy?

she softened, about to respond in kind when she realized what was happening

and she hardened her expression before clipping out, “then i suppose matches aren’t the only thing you’ll lose, if your pride has already slipped from you. farewell”

then she turned around, calling to her house to tell them they were leaving

(caspar almost screamed, “what are you doing?!” but linhardt clamped a hand over his mouth)

for the next few days, the eagles secretly monitored edelgard, noting the times when she stopped in her tracks to stare at something

or when her lips would twitch upwards

or when she’d look almost…longing

and they would find dimitri in the area

but whenever they tried to subtly talk about it—"so, have you been thinking about anyone lately?“—edelgard would look at them like she didn’t understand

finally, it dawned on them: he was her first crush

(ferdinand sighed and said it wasn’t worth the effort, but dorothea dragged him along anyway and told him it was for the greater good)

they began to be more overt, name dropping dimitri into conversations and saying good things about him

“he’s talented and smart. he gets top marks in his house, doesn’t he?”

“yeah. and he certainly doesn’t slack off in training”

“he’s also really considerate! just the other day, i saw him help someone who tripped and had all their books flying all over the place. when they tried to apologize to him, he said it was no trouble and even offered to carry some of their stuff to their next class”

“huh, he’s pretty cool”

edelgard would nod along, a smile playing on her face as she felt proud that people were acknowledging his strong qualities

one day, they asked back, “what do you think about him?”

and she stopped in her tracks, heart in staccato, as she simply said, “he’s much too nice for his own good”

too trusting

too honest

too expressive

she thought of his eyes, always crinkled at the corners when he looked at her

his voice, smooth and velvety, when he leaned over to speak in her ear

his awe, clear and evident, when he praised her for her hard work

it made her insides all warm and fuzzy, but she didn’t say that out loud

(it was hard for the others to really guess what she meant by that, though they supposed her wistful tone was answer enough)

and they continued upping their game so she could finally realize that she liked him as more than a friend

dorothea lent her some romance novels, making her listen to explanations of how wonderful it would be to fall in love, all the while ranting about the symptoms that edelgard herself had shown

“sneaking glances when you think they aren’t looking, holding your breath when they get too close to you, straightening your clothes when you see them at a distance—”

caspar would try to make her jealous by relaying gossip about the other people dimitri was close with

“his childhood friends must know a whole lot about him! do you think they have some embarrassing stories they can share?”

bernadetta, cooking way too many extra sweets, would say, “maybe you could give this to someone you know? there are too many to eat by myself…”

(edelgard shared it with the rest of her housemates first, then the professors, then claude, then dimitri, who gave her such a sweet smile in return that her skin turned warm)

(her housemates only shook their heads and sighed, but at least it was progress)

(and by this point, claude picked up the signals, sending the eagles a thumbs up in solidarity to tell them he’d do his part whenever he could)

it almost seemed hopeless, really, because edelgard just didn’t seem to understand her own feelings

but claude would have none of it

and instead of all the secretive mumbo jumbo, he went straight for the kill

“hey,” he whispered one day, after one of the interlord meetings, “do you like dimitri?”

she glanced at him, then the boy in question. her heart pattered at the word ‘like’. “of course i do. don’t you?”

“that’s not what i meant. i meant, you know—” he leaned in like he was going to tell her a secret, eyebrows wiggling all the while. “—romantically”

she almost choked. “what?”

the outburst caused dimitri to look at them, concerned, the question on his face asking, ‘are you okay?’

and she nodded at him, a bit embarrassed, before turning back to claude. “where did that come from?” she hissed under her breath

he chuckled. “don’t tell me you thought i didn’t notice. you sneak glances whenever you think he isn’t looking and you hang onto every word he says. it’s pretty obvious”

“what does that have to do with me liking him like…that?”

“um, because people who like someone act just like that? so you like him?”

“that’s…that’s nonsense”

he slung his arm over her shoulders. “oh come on, eddie—”

“don’t call me that”

“—i know you’re smarter than that. you’ve probably already figured it out but you just don’t want to admit it. ’course, i’d be bummed out myself if i found out i had a crush on our resident noodle boy—”

“don’t call him that”

he eyed her glare with amusement. “wow,” he chirped, “i knew it was bad, but i didn’t know it was this bad”

“is something the matter?” dimitri called from the other side. “the two of you have been whispering furiously to yourselves this past little while, and it’s showing no signs of stopping.” he frowned and tilted his head. “is it something i should know about?”

claude grinned. “yeah, definitely, we were talking about—”

“claude!”

“—the fine intricacies of human emotion. fascinating subject. very deep. the two of you should discuss it sometime”

then, with a wink and an exaggerated wave, he said “ciao!” and made a speedy getaway

whether it was because of the awkward conversation she just had or because of the fact that dimitri made his way to stand much too close to her, she couldn’t get the heat off of her face

“that was odd,” he said. “though to be fair, he’s always weird”

“quite,” she mumbled

he sent her a sheepish look. “i’ll apologize on his behalf”

“it’s not you who should be sorry. you don’t even know what you’re saying it for”

“yes, but it’s for the discomfort you felt. it’s not something i enjoy seeing on your face”

why was he so nice? claude’s words repeated over and over and over again

“thank you then.” she tried to keep her voice even. “i appreciate it”

he returned it with a soft smile. “it was the least i could do for you,” he told her, voice no louder than a murmur, and all she could do was curl her toes. “well, i best be going. i won’t be able to win against you if i idle around, yes?”

you don’t have to, she wanted to say. you could stay here with me

instead, she nodded. “of course.” and in spite of herself: “do try your best, dimitri, but i’m afraid the future is already set in stone”

it was playful, a rarity from her, and his eyes widened for a moment before he laughed. “then i suppose i’m unfortunate enough to attempt defying the fates.” he bowed, low, with only the deepest of respect in his stance. “until then, my lady”

when he left, her mind raced through all that had been said and done

from the moment she had laid eyes on him

to her growing fondness

to her housemate’s hints and claude’s words

to now, heart beating wildly against her chest

she couldn’t deny it any longer

she liked him

and for the first time in her life, within the quiet walls of a room she had all to herself

away from the eyes

away from the judgments

away from the adrestian throne

she let herself grin silly

a/n: dimitri is unknowingly smooth. but for everyone’s sake, do not tell him how smooth he is. because once you do, he becomes way too self-conscious about it and turns into a bumbling mess

[asks are open!]

[yukiwrites]

The Sound of His Voice

HAPPY XANDERSDAY THE THIRD!! Oh goddd I love my husband and child so much you guys don’t understand asdkjlaskd This one isn’t a sequel, but a story that’s happened a while after Sieggy was born and a proff of Kamui’s and Xander’s love, as well. Enjoy!

Ever since Crown Prince Siegbert was born, Xander made it an habit to spend as much time as he could with his son. Be it taking the work he had to the baby's room or always staying by his wife's side while she was feeding him.

"So the Lord of Antiva is asking the Crown for support in his endeavors... Hm..." Xander mused one evening, sitting on a chair beside the desk he had moved to Siegbert's room, reading important documents.

"Brrth!" Siegbert cooed on Xander's chest, drenching the cloth the King had placed over his shirt so it would catch all of the drool.

With the hand he held his son, Xander patted Siegbert's back, not noticing how his frown had lessened to a smile. "Do you also think so, my son? Then it shall be done."

Siegbert giggled, his father's deep voice tickling his pointy ear. Then, he yawned widely, snuggling even more on Xander's chest, his tiny hands gripping at the cloth under him.

Xander's shoulders sagged, a warm happiness flowing through his body as he placed the document over the table and got up, securely holding his son. "A great company as always, Siegbert. I thank you for your assistance." He nuzzled Siegbert's sleepy face before placing him inside his crib. "Rest well, my Son." Xander said after covering him with his blanket, properly drying his chubby cheeks of any drool.

Then, he turned back to his desk, feeling his energy restored after basking in his son's light.

The King couldn't say how much time had passed when he heard the door slowly opening behind him.

"Oh, so you really were here, Xander." Kamui said in a soft voice, walking towards the desk as she spied on the sleeping prince.

"My Queen," Xander rested his back on the chair so as to lift his head for Kamui's kiss, her soft hands placed over his shoulder. "I understand that I should not bring these," he gestured to the array of documents he had gone through that evening, "to Siegbert's room. He will learn how to rule in time, but for now he is still so very small."

"Mhm," Kamui encouraged him to go on, sliding her hand through his arm so as to hold his own.

"These which only bring anxiety and uncertainty -- feelings I should not feel in his presence -- shouldn't be here, in the place I feel most at ease." He breathed out, not realizing the smile he wore as he Kamui slowly guided him out of his chair towards the wide windowsill seat. "However, precisely because this is a safe haven, I feel that the decisions I make in his presence," he stole a glance at the crib, "will be the ones that will benefit him the most."

Kamui sat on the windowsill, which was upholstered with a soft fabric and had a few cushions so King and Queen both could watch the stars while their son slept at peace. She caressed the hand which she still held. "We'll pave the way for his rule to be a peaceful one."

"Indeed," Xander lowered himself so as to place a tender kiss on his wife's lips, holding her hips so as to lift her from where she sat so he could lean on the cushions as she stayed in his arms.

The Queen wrapped her arms around her husband's torso, closing her eyes so as to listen to his heartbeat. At that moment, Xander took a deep breath -- enjoying the smell of her hair and the warmth of the room.

Oh, how hard it was to feel anything but happiness at that moment! His son's rhythmic breathing as well as his wife's warmth, scent and tender love... How could he not do his utmost to make this peace everlasting?

They talked about various topics, whispering in each other's arms about the documents, about their son and their family, and about the future.

Xander's voice reverberating through his chest into Kamui's pointy ear made her giggle and raise her shoulders so as to cover her ticklish neck.

"Hm? What is it, my Queen?" Xander asked as he twirled one finger around Kamui's silvery locks, never getting tired of how silky they felt under his hands.

"I love you so, so much, my King." She lifted her head to meet his eyes and stole a kiss, the ticklish feeling lingering on one side of her face. Xander could only reciprocate the caress, closing his eyes so as to enjoy his wife's taste. "Ever since I was young, I've always loved to hear your voice whenever you hugged me."

"Oh? I never knew." He smirked, touching her lower lip with his thumb as he raised her chin to him.

Bashful, the Queen dug her face onto Xander's chest once more, snuggling on it. "I always loved cold stargazing nights because I could hear your explanations inside your arms, and hear your voice so close to my ear... Even now I can't help but feel somewhat ticklish whenever I hear it sound through your chest."

That took him by surprise, his eyes widening and his cheeks faintly reddening.

And there he thought he couldn't bring himself to love that woman more than he already did. Unconsciously, Xander squeezed his wife in his arms, digging his face into her hair. "I love every aspect of you as well, my Kamui." Xander could almost feel his love overflow through his pores, the warmth in his chest squeezing his heart with a profound affection. "I wish for nothing more than to reunite Nohr so our children can live without knowing war." He said in a whisper, the mission ahead never so clear.

The Queen lifted her head, a smile and a slight blush painted across her face. "'Children', my love? Our Siegbert is barely six months old!"

"Ah, but do you blame me, my Queen?" He brought her closer to him, their smiles reflected on each other's eyes. "I cannot imagine not sharing this deep happiness I feel whenever I think about you or our son -- I want to be with the fruits of our love with everything I have." He finished by her lips, nipping at them before inserting his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss immediately.

Kamui felt her eyes burn -- she, too, couldn't wait to meet more of her and Xander's children: to love them as much as she loves Siegbert, and to watch them grow in a land that's only known peace.

Barely did they pull away so as to catch their breaths -- their flushed faces and loving gazes mimicked into one another's faces -- Siegbert woke up, restless from his sleep.

He was a quiet baby, however, and simply cooed uncomfortably, trying to turn to the side.

King and Queen exchanged nods, their smiles never leaving their faces. Xander lifted Kamui on his arms and walked like so towards the crib, placing her on her feet so they both could peek inside.

"What's wrong, Sieggy? Did you have a bad dream?" Kamui whispered, caressing Siegbert's cheek with her index. Immediately did the baby smile with the sound of his Mother's voice; a wide and toothless smile, which always managed to melt Kamui's heart.

"You rascal," Xander smirked, caressing Siegbert's opposite cheek with his index. "Hearing Kamui's voice already makes you this happy, hm?" Then, he picked his son up, placing him over his own chest. "I can understand."

"Oh, Xander." Kamui nudged his arm teasingly, watching how he softly patted Siegbert's back to lull him back to sleep.

"We are at least alike in this aspect." He said, swaying his son up and down, hearing him giggle and retract his neck.

The Queen immediately laughed, placing both hands over her mouth so as to hide her wide smile. "And I found one akin to me -- he, too, loves to hear your voice on your chest, my love. Look at him, ticklish just like me."

Xander couldn't see, but the next time he spoke, he heard Siegbert giggle once more and coo happily. "Oh, my Queen..." He was overcome with emotion -- to love so much and feel loved just as much in return was overwhelming. He smiled widely and lifted his son just enough to snuggle on his fluffy cheeks, absorbing his baby scent. "May this happiness I feel never fade and only multiply..." He whispered more to himself than to his wife beside him, who hugged him in response, squeezing his torso.

Xander felt that everything he had went through; everything he had to live with... everything lead to that single moment, to that overwhelming happiness of being with his son and wife.

Everything he was, he was because of her, and, now, him, too.

[theabominableblogger]

My Reaction to “Gotham” S4E20

HOLY SHIT THIS EPISODE!!!!!!!!!!

AN:  I managed to record my reactions to this episode and hopefully I can transcribe what I said into this post (even though about 20% of this post is screaming and inarticulate flailing)

*imitates the Epic Voice Trailer guy doing the Gotham commercials*

Oh my gosh...

[RIP Jerome Valeska Second Time’s the Charm] Hahahaha!

“To Jerome!”  *tries to toast but can’t do it with a cell phone*

*The Jester rolls up on her motorcyle*  It you... OK.

Oh that costume is awesome...

She has bells!  On her coat!  Oh my gosh!

“Dig me [Jerome] up!  Dig me up!”  *nervously laughs*  Whaaaaaa.....

They keep reusing that same panning shot from the angel statue on...

“I [Jim] don’t need that crap thrown in my face right now.  [Harvey] Get outta here!”  Hooooooooo....

When is Lee going to cut this crap out?

“I’m [Lee] not betraying my friend [Ed].”  Are you serious?

“If the law has lost its meaning, it's because people like you [Lee] are turning your back on it.“  Hooooo....

“I don't want to send you to Blackgate!  That's the last thing I want to do.  Don't you know I wish I could let you walk out that door, turn my head?”  “What's holding you back?“  The laaww....

Guys, c’mon, I want them [Jim and Lee] to be happy.  Not necessarily together but happy.

That’s the same freaking font as the one on the Wayne Enterprises “gift” that Jeremiah got

[PLAY ME]  Oh my God

Oh my God!  That font though [on the screen]!

“I want you to throw me a wake at the GCPD.“  Nooooo...

Air horn!

Noooo-oh my God!

Oh no-oh my God!

*Jerome’s cult brings the casket*  THEY DID IT- WHA-

“I [Ed] would sooner debate you all on teleology versus deontology than leave her [Lee] with that overgrown Boy Scout [Jim].“  Whooohoohoohoo....

Oh my God...

“Team, we have everything?  Bicycle pump?  Can opener?“  Are they preparing a jail break or fixing the TARDIS console?

Pickle jar?!?

Oh I like that shot of Ed putting on the hat

Oh God... ooooohhhhh God.

“But right now, Jeremiah's maze may actually be the safest place for them.“  *nods*

OK, a 2 by 10 (whatever that is) plank is not going to barricade the door!

Did they say open the armory?  Oh my God.

“This wake is just intended to distract us while his followers hit the real target.“  What’s the real target?

Ooooohhhh....

*claps hands*  I like this plaaannn....

*sing songs*  [Electricity whirring down]

*The generator turns on*  Oooohhhh.... ooooohhh... wow!

Oh my gosh, there’s a solution poster of the maze on the wall in Jeremiah’s office.

That [generator] is HUGE!

“You’ve kept this project a secret, yes?”  “No one outside of Wayne Enterprises knows it exists”  *hisses*  This just seems really dubious...

“It's the ones who are closest to you that you have to keep your eye on.“  OK what does that mean?  What does it meannn...

“Arkham Asylum sent me [Jeremiah] Jerome’s personal effects.  And amongst them, I found his diary.”  What?

Haha oh my God!

I don’t want to even ask why there’s a glittery ice cream cone sticker on the cover

Whoa...

“Maybe you [Jeremiah] shouldn't spend so much time reading it.“   Yeah....

Oh my God...

Why don’t you actually close it?

*Bruce puts his hand down in the middle of the book*  There we go.

“Your brother is dead, Jeremiah.  It's time for you to come out of this bunker and join the world.“  *nods*

This just seems really dubious!

“Jerome Valeska’s acolytes are kicking off again”  *whispers*  Oh shit!

God, look how freaking paranoid Jeremiah is!  Man!

Is that how it’s gonna kick off?  What happened to his face?  Didn’t it turn white?

“He’s alive and he’s coming after me!”  He’s dead.  He’s dead.

*Glass shatters in the background*  Oh God, please...

Shoot...

*Alfred gets attacked offscreen*  Oh my Goddd!!

“Bruce, I [Jeremiah] need to tell you something.”  Oh, he’s gonna tell him about the gas!

I can’t freaking believe that this is the same actor.  Bravo, Cameron!

“What if I [Bruce] could show you he's [Jerome] dead and buried?“  Is that gonna help?

“Then I’ll [Jeremiah] try.”  There we go!

“You’re a good friend, Bruce.”  *clutches chest and leans back in pain*

Ugh, man, they’re gonna set this up and then it’s just gonna go downhill from there

Oh God, who brought the chainsaw?

Oh my God...

Lee!

Is that the Jongleur character?

AN:  Yes

“Hi, guys.”  *in best George Clooney Batman voice* Hi guys, I’m Jim!

Freaking Jim gritting his teeth... I love it

Oh my God...

Oh my God, what happened?!?!?  WHAT HAPPENED?!?

“He [Alfred] was on his way to your office. He'll wait for us there.“  Bruce....

“What was that?”  Oh my God, he’s so paranoid!

Oh my God, they actually dug it up...

*Jeremiah bolts*  Haaaaahahaha!  Oh my God!

Yeah, no, Jerome’s dead.  He’s so dead.  I’m sorry, man, but he dead.

Oh my God... they’re [Oswald and Butch] watching cartoons!

Wouldn’t make-up work for Butch?

“Not run apace”.... that’s a new term

“Did you [Oswald] just shush me [Butch]?!?!?”  Hahahahaha!

“Confusion is always an opportunity for the clear-headed.“  Oooohhh, that’s a good line.

You’re gonna interrogate him [Jongleur] with a cattle prod near reporters?!?  Are you serious?

Dude...

*The Riddler arrives*  Oh crap!

“We need a costume shop.”  Oh my God, they’re gonna go in disguised as some of Jerome’s followers.  Oh my God.

Lee, get up!

I like that dude with the black lace umbrella in the background!

Guys, what are we doing?

Of course he [Jeremiah] hides in a freaking... mausoleum.

That shot of Bruce is awesome.

“You can trust me because I'm your friend!”  *whimpers*

“I want you to be my friend, Bruce.”  *clutches chest*

“And then you came along and offered me everything I could dream of.”  “Because I believe in you, Jeremiah.“  Oh my God...

This is breaking my heart.  This is freaking breaking my heart!

“All we have to do is get out of here.“  *starts singing “We Gotta Get Out Of This Place” by The Animals*

*Jeremiah fires off a warning shot near Bruce’s feet*  WHOA!

Where did he get the gun?

“You can fool everyone else but I [Jeremiah] know you made a switch.”  Oh my God...

*actually clutches hair in stress*  Oh my God...

“And you can't hide, not even behind that new face of yours.“  What?  Wait, what?  What?

“I know it’s you.”  What?

“I know it’s you, Jerome.”  Whaaaat?!?

Oh my God, Jeremiah, noooo....

“You killed my friend Bruce. Now it's time to put you back in your grave.“  Nooo....

*Jerome’s casket is revealed to be actually a beer cooler*  HAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA...

*slaps chair in hilarity*  Oh my gosh...

*Lee accidentally knocks out Ed*  Oh my God!

Jiiiimmm..... this is such a bad idea, Jiiiimmmm....

OK, there’s the generator.  They left it on?  Why did they leave it on?  They just wanted to see how long it would run?

Whoa.... what’s going on?  What’s going on?

*Jerome’s corpse is found propped up next to his tombstone*  OHHH MY GOD!

Jerome’s hair looks different... whoa...

*The Jester points a gun at Jim*  Oh my God!

Is he [Jerome] just.. gaslighting the crap outta him [Jeremiah]?

*Jeremiah goes after Bruce with Jerome’s straight razor*  Oh my God!

*gasps when Jerome starts getting strangled by someone offscreen*

Oh my God...

AN:  Take a sip every time I’ve said this during this reaction.  Careful, there’s a lot of them.

“Hold still, brother.  Let's peel off that grotesque facade.”  Oh my God...

HE’S DOING THE VOICE!

What kind of rule is that sharp that it can embed itself in a wall?

OOOOOHHHH!!!

OK, what’s going on?  Seriously, what’s going on?  What’s going on, what’s going on, what’s going on...

*jaw drops to the floor*

Whaatt... whaaat...

*Jeremiah shoots one of the cult followers through the chin*  AAAAAHHHHH!!

What’s going on, what’s going on...

*absolutely screams when Jeremiah starts wiping off his makeup*

*absolutely screams again when Jeremiah does the same thing in the video that Jim is watching*

OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!

Oh my God, there’s ten minutes left!  WHAAAAAATT?!?

“Other than some mild cosmetic effects...”  Hahaha my God...

Oh my God...

I just wanna know where Jerome found the time to make a freaking journal of all his escapades

Wait, so did he [Jeremiah] set up the whole thing?

Ohhhh my God....

“I [Jeremiah] would hate to be within a mile of it [the generator] if it were to... overload.”  Oh my God...

“Jerome wanted to slather you [Bruce] in honey and have you eaten alive by corpse beetles.“   Eeewww...

Also, whoa there, Jerome.  Calm down.

Can’t believe I’m kink-shaming a dead clown.  What has this world come to?

“Are you gonna listen?  Or you gonna behave like children?”  Pfftttt.....

See, I [Jeremiah] don't want to kill you [Bruce], because I want to show you how much I've changed things. How much we've changed things.”  Oh my God... oh my God....

Bruce doesn’t know about the generators.  Ohhhh shit!

Oh my God, they’re not gonna kill off Jim!

“See those generators that we built with your [Bruce’s] money, they work even better as bombs.“  Oh my God...

*gasps when Jeremiah’s bunker blows up*

“Jim Gordon is dead.”  No Jim ain’t dead.  C’mon.

“In fact, I [Jeremiah] can honestly say... you [Bruce] are my very best friend.“  *through gritted teeth*  Oh my Goddd...

My hands are actually shaking...

“I [Oswald] don't expect you [Jongleur] to betray the memory of that old corpse.“  Hoooo...

Roll credits!

“Is your [Butch’s] plan to gain his sympathy by reciting your tale of woe?“  Pffffttt....

*Butch starts shoving chicken bones up Jongleur’s nose*  AAAAAAHHHHHH!

Hahaha Oswald in the background!

*pumps fist*  Whoo whoo!

So do they [Ed and Lee] actually like each other here?  What’s going on?

“I'm assuming you [Ed] brought one of those [clown costumes] for me [Lee]?”  “Oh.  Now, I would be into that, but they only had one.“  Hahahaha oh my Goddd...

*jams out to “Rockers” by U.K. Subs*

WHERE’S JIM?!?

*Ed and Lee share a kiss*   Oooooohhhh....

“Don't just wrap me [Ed] around your finger, Lee.“  That is exactly what’s she’s doing.

“You know, it's funny, it kind of reminds me [Harvey] of my first apartment in Crown Point.”   “How long ago was that?”  “I still live there.”  Heehee...

*Ecco shoots the guards*  OOHHHHH

Wait, are they [Jeremiah and Ecco] holding each others’ arms?  Almost protectively?

I’m.. actually totally down to see where this relationship goes in this show.  I know it was mentioned that Ecco is “devoted” to Jeremiah so I’m not sure how far that goes. 

There’s definitely an implication of romance in this bit but I’m very interested in how this goes down.

Ohhhh my God...

AAAAHHHH

AAHH THE LOGO