#hmm. trash. throw the whole life away

[karmaphone]

today was. bad

[darlingsfandom]

If it's ok with a kitten x reader

They used to be childhood friends and if kitten didn't do those peep show what if she's a model and reader became a fashion student/ designer . They catch up along with admitted to having feelings for eachother ^~^ no pressure and hope it's not a bother

It’s never a bother honey 💕 always feel free to send me a request ! My inbox is usually always open!

“Son of a bitch!” You jumped a little as the tiny needle poked through your skin making Kitten giggle across the room. You waved your hand a little before throwing the needle into the trash once you got it out of your finger. After getting it cleaned up and bandage Kitten came over to you, lifted your hand and gave it a kiss.

“Ya gotta learn how not to stab yerself.” You rolled your eyes at her and she returned the favor before giving you a gentle squeeze on the shoulder. Kitten was your best friend. She had been your friend since you switched to the school because you needed “better direction” in your life. You wanted to be mad but it brought Kitten into your life and for that you couldn’t be more thankful. As the years went by the two of you grew closer, went to parties together, experimented with each other in which she taught you how to kiss and french kiss (that one she taught you in detention for kissing in the first place), the two of you went to your prime together both wearing green dresses that you had designed and she sewed together because god forbid you’d hurt yourself with the sewing machine!

Sadly after graduation the two of slowly lost touch. Kittens a wanderer who makes her own mark on the world while you stayed on your path and somehow ended up in design school in London.

“Alright! I know this is your first show for some of you but no need to be nervous.” Your instructor clapped her hands together before looking around the room “now I do have good news, I did get one the best models out there to agree to do this show but on one condition…. She picks her stylist and designer ! So please help me welcome Miss Saint Kitten.” Everyone was clapping including you but your mind was lost because you haven’t heard that name in years.

“Hello!” The voice rang through your ears, you knew that voice! It was kitten! Your kitten! She stood tall , proud and was now blonde. You couldn’t believe your eyes. She waved a little before her eyes met yours and her jaw dropped as you stood there with your hair pulled back, tape measure draped around your neck all wrapped up in a little red dress. Kitten gathered herself and made her way around the room. People followed her like a lost puppy. She complimented some outfits until she made it to you.

“This one! I’m picking her.” She glanced over her shoulder towards your instructor but your instrcuter made a face.

“Are you sure? She’s not …” “

“How dare you?!? The whole point of going to school is learn something you love and youre going to insult her ? I’ve worn many high fashion labels that don’t even touch this design she’s sketched out! Who’s the super model diva with a nice house hmm? That would be me! So if you don’t mind, I’m picking her or else I’ll take my money and free sponsoring somewhere else hmm?” Kitten sassed back. Still sassy as ever actually and it made you feel so proud. Your instructor closed her mouth, pulled back her shoulders and huffed before walking away while a few others finished clapping Kittens speech.

Kitten grabbed your hand, took your sketch book and walked with you towards a more secluded area.

“Kitten… wow! You look amazing!” You sat down next to her before she set your book down. She pulled you closer until her knee was touching yours. The spark in you was still there! Butterflies still swarmed in your stomach. Your crush on Kitten was alive as ever.

“You look amazing honeybee!” She made the cute joke since she always remembered the time when you two were at lunch in seventh grade and you spilled honey on your lap. Since then you’ve been honeybee but only her honeybee. The nickname made you swell with pride.

“I know it’s been awhile since we’ve talked and I understand why… but I’m so proud of you kitten! You always said you’d make a name for yourself and everyone will know the tale of Saint Kitten.” Your hand rested on her hand, squeezing it gently she looked into your eyes and you could see how filled with love they were. Kitten ran her thumb over your knuckles before she leaned in and pressed her lips against yours.

Sparks bursted in your skin. Your heart raced, your toes curled in your shoes and your hands squeezed onto her arm. Kitten pulled away to look up into your eyes. Her right hand landed on your cheek while her thumb brushed away the tear that was daring to drop down your cheek.

“Why are you crying honeybee?” Her head tilted a little while her voice sounded like it could break.

“I’ve missed you is all…” you looked down at your hand and still couldn’t believe that you were reunited with her.

“That’s all? Honeybee!” She wrapped her arm around you and pulled you close as she could since the two of you were sitting. “I’m not going to let you go again.” She stood up, pulled you up to your feet and put you in her arms. The two of you held onto each other as tight as possible. Her scent intoxicated you all over again. She still smelled the same like she did in high school, a sweet and Smokey mix like an overcooked vanilla mixed with honey. Her chin rested upon your head while her hands rubbed your lower back tracing small circles every now and then since she remembered how much it gave you comfort.

“Please don’t go anywhere again.” You hiccuped against her chest. She pulled away, lifted your head with her hands and made you look into her eyes.

“I am not going anywhere without my girlfriend… I mean honeybee!” She quickly corrected herself but you still heard the word you’ve always wanted to hear.

“Kitten… do you like me?” You bit down on your bottom lip.

“Of course I do you idiot! I’ve been in love with you! I just thought you didn’t like me beyond a friend.” Kitten stroked your hair slowly.

“I’ve been in love with you since our senior year! When you first taught me how to kiss! Everytime we kissed I felt sparks! Any time you’d touch me my heart would skip a beat but honestly I thought you were going to end up with Charlie !”

Kitten let out a little laugh before she shook her head.

“No no honeybee! Charlie and I are close but she’s not into me like that. Plus I told her that I liked you and she told me I should ask you out but…”

“AND YOU DIDNT LISTEN TO HER!” You gave her a playful smack on the arm making her chuckle again. The two of you stood there smiling at each other holding hands with love pouring from each others eyes.

“My honeybee, I’ll never let you fly alone again.” Kitten pulled you into her arms until you were chest to chest and her lips pressed into yours tenderly making you lift your leg a little. She is your Kitten, always had been and always will be.

[cheshirewriter01]

Sweet like bubblegum

Law x reader

Summary: teasing law, definitely has a crush on each other.

The smell of sweet baked goods quickly diverted your attention from the conversation you were having with your captain in the mess hall.

"Ikkaku-ya must be trying out new baking recipes again..." your captain mused with a discontent expression whilst facing the kitchen that was connected to your location.

'captain never has been one for sweets has he..' you recall with fondness at your captain's picky eating behavior, as you mindlessly chewed on your bubblegum you had popped into your mouth earlier that morning.

Your mouth watered in anticipation at what she was making this time. Unlike your dear captain, you had an extreme sweet tooth and ikkaku's baking always fueled your appetite. Your captain always scolding you about the amount of sweets you ate. Warning you about the dangers of your health and your teeth for consuming so much sugar, but his rants usually always went in one ear and out the other. : )

"C'mon cap let's go see what she's cookin up this time yah? Maybe she's finally made something you'll eat hm hm, picky ass" you whispered the last part under your breath as you grabbed your captain's hoodie sleeve and practically drug him into the kitchen with you, the whole time he sputtered and snapped his complaints at you, glaring daggers at the back of your head (that you could most definitely feel.) he was going to pretend that he didn't hear the last part of that sentence for your sake, and people say he's not merciful.

Upon opening the metal door leading to the kitchen, the sugary sweet smell smacked you in the face tenfold, making drool practically pour from your mouth as Law's nose scrunched up in extreme disgust.

On the counter tops of the kitchen were an assortment of different goods freshly done, all in different shapes and colors, some even had little fruits and jams layed nicely on top of them, just begging for you to sink your pearly white teeth into.

"Ah perfect timing, I was just about to get you to come try my newest concoction!" Ikkaku turned around and stepped to the side as she presented the most beautiful piece of food you have ever seen in your life, it was glorious you say.

Law couldn't help but roll his eyes at your dramatic display as you wiped tears from the corner of your eyes with your sleeves, although he always found your love for food quite cute, dare he say.

Just as you were about to grab a fork to try her piece of work you suddenly remembered that you had a piece of gum in your mouth, a piece of gum that you were quite attached to at the moment, after all it's been with you all day, how could you just discard it in the trash after all this. And besides, you know after you try the treats you'll just want another piece of gum anyways, but you already have gum. So why should you throw it away? Hmm, dillema, dillema.

Then a mishevious idea suddenly popped into your head, one that could quite possibly get you killed but it also solved your problem. 'I just need a place to store the gum for a moment right? ' you turned to your captain with a playful glint in your eyes.

"Nay captain. Can you hold this for me for a moment please?" He turned his head towards you, your voice calling him from the deadly staring contest he was having with the abominations in front of him. Before he had the chance to ask what you wanted held, you had already grabbed the front of his yellow hoodie and pulled him down to your level for you to be able to attach your mouth to his so you could quickly relocate your gum to its new temporary friend.

You released him with shut eyes and quickly turned your attention to Ikkaku and her treats so you didn't have the chance to see your captain's reaction, but oh was it a cute one.

It took him a few seconds to process what just happened as he stood back upright. An obvious pink flush spread from the bridge of his nose to the tips of his pierced ears as he looked at you in astonishment. 'did she just fucking kiss me?! A little warning would of been nice' he thought reeling in his emotions, with a slightly agape mouth, not understanding her cause for the sudden action, one that he definitely couldn't bring himself to complain about though, even if it was incredibly quick.

As you continued to try the different assortments after the main event (which tasted heavenly) and chat with your female companion, he took the time to recollect himself and finally shut his mouth, only then did he notice the foreign intrusion, one chew, two chews, three che... 'She put her fucking gum in my mouth so she could eat food didn't she...' he quickly realized with a twitch of his brow as he continued to lazily chew the new object.

After having sufficiently tried everything your friend made you were ready to reclaim your gum, you turned back to your captain with a more than pleased look on your face, only to find he looked quite done with you at that moment.

"Aw why so glum cap. You ain't gonna try any of ikkaku's sweets?" you asked with a knowing look on your face as you stepped forward and judged him with your elbow. Only causing his frown to deepen as he glared at you once more.

"You know damn well what my problem is you little shit, I don't like sweets, and this crap you put in my mouth is sure as hell too sweet too, so take it back!" his voice progressively got louder as his sentence carried on, causing your amusement to grow at teasing your precious, albeit cranky captain.

'Oh yes, I forgot my gum was cotton candy flavored. It probably is pretty sweet now that I think about it.. Whoops tehee'

You had to contain your giggles as to not anger him more. You held up your hands in mock defense as you spoke. "Alright alright I'll take it back now. Thank you for holding it for me." You spoke with a grin as you held out your hand to him, expecting him to place it there, but no, you forget who you're dealing with sometimes.

A shit eating grin came onto your captain's face as he moved your hand out of the way. Instead he grabbed the back of your head with his right hand to keep you in place and swooped his head down to connect your lips again. Once again giving the gum back to its rightful owner, and exploring your mouth a little more than he should of for rightful compensation.

Once he pulled back, you were left a heavy blushing mess, looking at your captain with wide eyes. He gave you another large grin as he released you head and patted down your hair, then proceeded to happily saunter out of the kitchen, proud of the mess he was able to turn you into.

A smiling you was left a puddle on the floor. 'Don't dish it if you can't take it I guess' you thought happily.

On the other side of the door Law still stood pleased, 'I guess sweets aren't so bad after all'' he thought with a small smile on his face as he continued to walk to his office.

yes they forgot Ikkaku was there <3

[fnaffersblog]

Okay hold on HOLd UP

Spoilers below for 'Earth's ORIGIN STORY in VRCHAT'

Trigger Warning below cut for: Cursing

Not five seconds after making a 'LUNAR!!!' post we get Earth lore, I am being fed today on the richest of content.

Look look look I get it The Princess and the Pauper movie is great but you cannot go wrong with Barbie and the Magic of Pegasus okay? Alright? This is now. This is now a Barbie and the Magic of Pegasus blog alright? In this house we love Barbie and the Ma

Princess and the Pauper came out in 2004 for anyone who was also wondering, but didn't look it up.

Lol.

The return of the true villain of the series: That one fuckin bouncy, physics defying plush cylinder in the theater.

The music change had me wheezing, the fucking dramatic chase music for this bouncy toy.

Followed by all three of them legitimately walking around trying to catch the damn thing.

I'd love to see an episode where they have a discussion, like a serious discussion or something in the theater, and someone throws the toy and it just bounces around forever while they're having a serious talk, and it's played completely straight the thing is bouncing and no one addresses it or tries to catch it this is wishful thinking but the idea had me laughing so hard i forgot hwo to use punctuation

Sun and Moon sitting down on the little plushies seats like kids listening to story time was so cute.

"You will refer to me as Creator" "Hello Father!" "That works as well I suppose!"

It's strange seeing how... kind? The creator is towards Earth. Like, he's always been kinder to Earth than he has been to Sun or Moon or Killcode, but it's still weird. Like, he lets her decorate her room and got her movies in preparation for her activation, and doesn't get upset when she calls him father, and he's gentle when he asks her to leave them at the end.

"I abandoned mortal flesh for eternal life as a brain!" "Oooh! That seems clever!" Lol

Huh a Garbage Guy.

...

BLOODMOON'S GARBAGE GUY??? HWAT????WHAT>>>???

I like... whatever is going on between Garbage Guy and the Creator. Like, GG is so annoyed with the Creator, but he's speaking so casually to him? Exasperated with the Creators antics. They're like... a goddamn sitcom couple or something. The Creator gives no shits about this guy's irritation. They remind me of Chatot and Wigglytuff from PMD:EoS.

So, Earth was activated around November-December 2022, during the Bloodmoon arc. She showed up in... April? I think? Late March, early April? Though she said she got lost trying to find the daycare/Sun and Moon, so she left/was sent away from the Creator sometime just before that.

Also, whos they? Fazbears? Sun and Moon? Some third party? Why would they get shut down? I may have missed something. I assume it's Fazbear's inc the two of them are talking about.

Earth raising her hand to ask questions.

They have a connected background??? The Creator got the garbage can stuck on this guys head?? Did he make him immortal too, or did he just get hired because he was immortal? What's the dealio with these two?

"Why do you have a trash can on your head?"

"Why don't we ask your Creator, hmm?"

*THE EYE*

"Can you not, with the whole brain eye thing!?"

"IT WAS UNINTENTIONAL!"

I'm crying it was mostlikely a misclick im crying that was so funny

"Um. You see. It's a, um, fashion trend that he's trying from another country."

"Oh fashion trend today is it?"

WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE ARE THEY DIVORCED WHAT AM I LOOKING AT This can't be just me can it?? I want more of it.

"Too bad. My lab." LOL

"I acquired the entire collection of Barbie movies!"

Creator enforces gender 'norms'. Asshole!

I know there's other things happening this episode but. "Was that all?"

"Nooo I wanted to ask you TAKE THIS DAMN THING OFF MY HEAD!"

Also is that the Arthur jingle? Like, the scene transition jingle from Arthur? That's what it sounds like.

"He could see?!" THAT'S what you're taking away from this Moon????

Earth out here being very right about the Barbie Rapunzel movie too, that magic paintbrush was banger, I wanted one too.

This episode was fuckin' fun. So many good quotes, I was laughing the WHOLE time. Also we might have a set up/ worldbuilding for the Creator's enemies and also more Creator and Garbage Guy stuff. Still wondering if he's dead. StG Killcode mentioned putting him to eternal rest at one point.

Also the thumbnail, again the thumbnail! IT's so pretty! The details are amazing, I wish I could look at them closer somewhere. Do we know yet who does them? I've seen suggestions in the comments of both videos featuring art so far that these new ones are done by Kiwi_Artz, but they aren't credited in the descriptions and they haven't post the thumbnails on Twitter anywhere. :(

I feel like this will most likely be the last calm episode before the 16th. This feels like a 'calm before the storm' situation and I cANNOT wait. 9 days till the 16th, that's probably 4-6 lore episodes/ 5-6 VRCHAT episodes, presuming anything is going to happen on the 16th. I'm both not ready for it, and 100% ready for it.

[noticedbynotix]

("Careless")

Part four. Chapter 1

David chiem x reader

I don't remember what happened there. I just remember waking up on the floor laying down on my stomach. I sat up and wiped a bit of drool from my face. It took two seconds to realize that there were loud banging noises coming from my door. I got scared, after what I've seen. I don't trust anyone else.. I waited for a few seconds to see the person's reaction

"Hello? This is David. Are you awake?" I heard the voice of David Chiem (the guy with blue hair) outside the door.

I stayed silent for a few minutes. David seemed like a nice guy. But something about him felt off. For some reason I always feel like hes---

"Ugh. They're probably not awake. I've been knocking at her door every hour. This is absolutely stupid. I wish I were in bed. None of these people are worth my time..." I heard an soft whisper from behind the door by David.

``Dang. His whole personality changed.`` I thought to myself. Shocked that he went from a nice and kind tone of voice to annoyed and bothered one. I thought this was enough information and I opened the door. I decided to go to the door and push it towards him hardly. The door SMACKED him in the face from the push

"Ow- What the-?! Oh.. hey there.." David stood there awkwardly as he sees me

``What do you want? I was sleeping.`` I said. Not mentioning what he said before I opened the door.

"A little rude how you smacked me with the door... But anyways. The others were calling you. You have been in your dorm all day, They made me come talk to you, and tell you that you need-" David was cut off mid sentence

``Why do you 'ultimates' like you need me? I'm just an bother..`` I said. I just woke up so I felt a bit annoyed

"Don't say that." David responded

``Oh shut it with your mini-hope speeches. I heard what you said before I opened the door`` I responded. And that's when David's eyes widened

"You.. did??" David looked shocked

"How did you hear me..?" David looked down nervously

``You said it clearly and loudly. Are you that stupid for someone who does speeches all the time?`` I responded

"What did you say to me?..!" David responded a bit angrily

``You heard what I said.`` I crossed my arms.

"Why you..." David was cut off mid sentence when Xander walked towards us

"Oh. Mr. Chiem and Ms. (L/N), What's happening? You two look annoyed." Xander asked

``Nothing, David's just tired. That's all.`` I responded. David's eyes widened at the fact I kept his mean personality secret.

"Hmm, I recommend you guys take a rest. And also. I haven't seen you long, Ms. (L/N). You haven't gotten out of your room in quite a while. Are you okay?" Xander asks. A bit worried. But I brushed it off with a small chuckle. Xander was about to talk but was called by Teruko.

As Xander walked away. David looked at me with confusion in his eyes. Before looking down and speaking.

"I'm damn surprised you didn't just call me out, You're still a bitch though." He exhales, a bit of frustration still hinted at his voice... Though he breathes in. Letting out a bit of his anger. While he tries to look back up. He notices your arm that was holding the door.

"...The fuck?" David's eyes widened a bit as he looked at your arm. You looked down at your arm. Realizing he saw the bruises. Before he said another word. You slammed the door shut. Making sure he doesn't walk inside. You lock the door. Letting out a sigh of pure frustration. You noticed a picture frame on the wall. Showing your family. Before you angrily rip it off the wall. Paint tearing off a bit and throw it to the trash can

``Oh look. It's my life.`` You laugh. Referring to the trash can. Calling your life trash as you angrily kick the trash can.

``FUCK!`` You yell out as you felt the pain in your foot when you kicked it. Dropping to the floor and grabbing your foot in pain.

This is gonna be a long day, isn't it?

[reinabeestudio]

Damn These Bitches in Love (WIP)

I don’t know if I’ll ever finish whatever this thing is, so I’ll just offer this one scene I liked even tho is lazily written 👍 (excuse any mistakes)

Some context: takes place time after the game, Pizza Head lives with Miel (calls him Pip btw). They had a party to celebrate one of the character’s birthday or something idk :v

So yeah. Pizza Head/Miel content 🍕👑. Cheesy as hell lol

Noisette dusted off her hands after throwing out the trash into the dumpster, and grabbed the handle to go back inside with the others when she heard the restaurant’s front door open.

“Basil?”

Oh, she knew that voice. That was Miel!

Noisette peeked around the corner, and she spotted Miel and Pizza Head in front of the restaurant, her friend approaching the man resting against the wall.

“Hey, doll!” he greeted her with his usual big smile. “Great party we had there, eh?”

“Certainly. I’m surprised everyone managed to behave.”

“And I’m surprised that the weird, frog guy was the first one to fall asleep!”

Miel giggled. “Poor Bruno, he could barely keep his eyes open.”

There was a comfortable silence between them after those words. Noisette noticed her friend lightly scooted closer to him as the duo looked up at the stars above, sometimes covered by passing clouds. There was the muffled sound of the others inside the restaurant, talking.

It wasn’t exactly the quietest of conversations, which was to be expected when you had an italian man and a british guy in the same room. If Noisette paid attention, she could hear Peppino’s hand gestures.

Miel looked up at him. “Pip?”

Likewise, Pizza Head looked down at her. “Hmm?”

“Thank you for helping with the party, and also for not being bitter towards Peppino for what happened in the tower.”

Pizza Head’s smile grew. “Well, I can’t exactly blame the guy for what he did. I did have a laser threatening his whole life! I’d not be happy ‘bout that either, hah!” The guy didn’t look resentful, that’s for sure.

“And then I came along, angry as well,” she added with an amused smile.

“And then you came along....” his usual demeanor faltered for a moment as he held her hand and caressed her knuckles with a dopey smile on his face. “That was just a lucky break for me, doll.”

Noisette watched as the lanky man wrapped his free, gloved hand around her friend’s waist. Her firm grasp on the brick wall tightened when she noticed that her friend didn’t reject the gesture, although her face did redden.

“I...” she looked everywhere but at him. “... I also wanna thank you for helping me with the house, fixing things and whatnot.”

“Wow! Now, wait a minute!” he said with a raised eyebrow, half-laughing. “This is the guy who builds things that break down all the time, remember?”

“No, no, no! I like your gadgets!” She held up a placating hand. “... Well, maybe you could use some, erm.... friendly feedback during development.”

Pizza Head laughed. “I’d not mind! If you’re applying for the job.”

Noisette’s grasp on the wall was so strong that it looked like she was going to shatter the old bricks at any moment.

Pizza Head tilted his head quizzically as he leaned in closer to Miel’s face. “I’ve never seen you this close before! You got pretty eyes. Sweet as honey.”

A look of surprise crossed her face. He backed away with an awkward laugh.

“Sorry, doll. That was pretty corny, huh?”

Miel shook her head. “Not at all. Anyone would like a sweet compliment like that.” Then she booped his big nose with a smirk (which earned a little honk). “And you have pretty eyes too.”

Pizza Head gasped loudly, mocking offense. “You can’t use my own nice words against me! This isn’t UNO!”

Miel laughed. “Well, I’ll do it again! You have pretty eyes and your smile is radiant!” she said with another boop to his nose (which earned another honk).

Pizza Head looked down at her with feigned hurt, acting as he had been stabbed in the heart. “Noooooooo! You’re cheating!!!”

Miel bursted into a fit of laughter, unable to contain it after the silly display. Pizza Head started laughing cheesily not long afterwards, infected by the sound of her dorky laugh. It felt good to see her this happy, and knowing he was the cause of it.

When her bout of laughter calmed down, she spoke again. “I’ll have to do this often, then. Maybe you won’t compliment me as much that way.”

Pizza Head’s smile dropped a bit, as well as Noisette’s, who was still watching from the corner.

He hung his head in defeat. “Guess I’ll just have to learn to live with it.” Promptly he looked down at her back with that energetic glimmer in his eye. “Though I know a way of silencing you!”

“Oh, really? How so, smart guy? Gonna make me laugh with your overacting to death?”

He stopped and tapped his chin in thought. He wasn’t convincing anybody with that. “Tempting! But I had something else in mind.... ”

Noisette watched attentively as Pizza Head cupped Miel’s cheeks and leaned over. She noticed her friend was closing the distance as well, standing on her tip toes.

Their faces were only inches apart. However, the sound of a familiar voice calling for Miel made them quickly break apart from of each other, both of their faces red as tomatoes.

“Miel!” Peppino called from inside the restaurant. “Come here, I need your help with something!”

“Ah,” Miel cleared her throat. “Sure, I’ll be right there!”

Pizza Head laughed awkwardly once again. “I’ll, uh—Gonna go back home, doll. Feelin that tower fatigue creeping in.”

“Oh..... sure. Do you need me to go with you?”

“I’ll be fine, doll! You go help the big guy.”

She looked at the restaurant, then back to Pizza Head (who gave her a toothy thumps up), back to the building then back to her roommate.

Miel sighed. “Very well. I won’t take long.” Then she stood on her tip toes again, and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. “Good night, Pip.”

“Good night, Miel.”

Miel kept looking back at him as she went to help her anxious friend, waving goodbye at the lanky man before she went back inside. Noisette sadly watched as he waved back and promptly sighed before he turned around and made his way back home, touching the cheek where he was kissed.

[ducknotinarow]

2k3 Rasey 😖

| Send a 😖 for your muse to catch my muse having a panic attack

The air was cool, no snow, but the chill of winter clung to the dark city sky. Dark and deep yet some stars managed to break past a smog city skyline only outdone by the blinding bright lights of the city. Didn't matter how bright those lights dazzled and illuminated the area. Crime still found a way to keep to the shadows. To much if the bad luck of the guy being tailed by a certain red banded turtle now. They were well aware something was after them as if he was being hunted. The only sound was of them running, bumping into trash cans as they were looking up and over their shoulders. Raph could have taken them down sooner but sometimes the chase was far more fun. There was always a strangler that managed to break by Raph jump down and caught them off, smiling when they stumbled back at the sight of a giant turtle.

"aw ain't got any more run in ya? an' jus' when I thought you might get away." Patronizing them a little.

Raph liked to play around with his victims just made it more of a game to him. Look sometimes the street thugs were nothing but a joke so beating them up? was just kind of sad and not to mention make for short fights. So make them squirm maybe let them get to chase them even it was pretty much a cat and mouse game from that point. Taking a step forward Raphael watched them step back till they hit the brick wall behind them, they drew out a pathetic pocket knife. And Raphael just chuckled. Even letting his stance fall as he bent over to laugh at them. Man sometimes you had to wonder what pathetic pack of losers got roped into this life. Some yeah clearly had been harden by this life, not this guy was like hunting a rabbit.

" 'his is gettin' sad guess I shouldn' drag it out anymor' than I have." Owning up to the poor guy he was getting screwed with this whole time. Beside Casey will be catching up with him eventually and he's got a score to top. Can't let them try taking them out and remove a tally from Raph. So to add to their own, one way to keep these nights a bit fun turn into a game, and well Raph didn't like to lose. A tilt of his neck and crack it before closing in on them. Was odd though he could feel a slight tingle around his wrists, suddenly. Raph knew that feeling he has gotten it a few times almost like a chill. He assumed his quick heart rate was just do to the adrenaline rush. But when he started to feel dizzy? hmm he ignored it. Yet when he ran out towards his thug throwing the first punch he missed. He missed by a lot too hitting the wall, knuckles hitting brick. Raph gave a shake of his head. Confused. This was like before, when Don found him in the alleyway.

"fuck not again."

Breathing heavily, he hadn't even worked up a sweat though? Things where spinning. Fuck not again not now. That's when he felt something, sharp against his arm. Familiar, pain as he turned to eye the guy he been chasing down till now. Watching as they tried backing away seeming to try their luck and take their shot just then, he let his eyes fall down to look at his arm lower it a bit where he could see the thin cut, not too deep but enough to cause some blood to to stream from it. Why was he freezing up? It's like he couldn't move his own arm? Gritting his teeth as he could hear the sound of feet echoing out through the alleyway, he focused on the pain on his arm but it wasn't enough. Eyeing the guy who suddenly weighed his options and turned around quickly to dart out of the alley he been trapped in.

"Stupid punk." Raph growled under his breath breaking away from the wall. It took no time at all for him to catch back up, grabbing at their wrists and pulling them back towards himself, their knife easily sliced against his cheek. Just like when he did it himself it was helping. Well some stupid part of his brain made it out like that was clearly the case. Just the sting of any. A hit, a cut anything and whatever. If it hurt it seemed to keep whatever this was away. "who said this dance was over uh?"

----

A few more cuts now adored Raph's form, the guy he trailed after was clearly knock out long enough for the cops or whatever to find but Raph was still hanging around them. They didn't stand much chance even with Raph letting them get some hits in. Least If Don asked it wouldn't be a lie when he told them he just got into a scuffle with a guy and their knife. Standing over them as his body heaved. There was a lot wrong with this scene, these guys were barely a warm up yet how could they have got that many nicks on to Raph. As the turtle stood over them as if waiting for any sign of them moving. The second they showed some sign on consciousness Raph would likely go again, he was near challenging them to get up again. Raph was clearly not in his right mind.

He knew it, it why he was trying to force it away. That's when he heard foot steps he was on guard looking for more fight but it was just Casey. You think he drop the stance when seeing them but he didn't as if for a moment he considered fighting with Casey. It took the turtle a moment to realize it was Casey in truth lowering his shoulders.

Get your shit together Raph.

Stepping away finally it was clear the guy was out and done, as he walked over to Casey now. "Looks 'ike I'm in the lead now." He tries to act as if he don't look like a butches knife right now. "don' worry I didn't notice the knife is all." Yeah the turtle with ninja training couldn't handle a simple pocket knife? Looking at Casey he simply folded his arms over his plastron and lowered his head to look away from them, shoulders hunching up a bit that old distance instinct to hide in his shell was working. And in a way it was sometimes it felt like Casey could read him like a book. Which was ticking him off "What need a picture? I know ya got it bad for me Jones but don' need ta stare." Despite the try for humor it was clearly he was snapping at them right now. Yeah part of Raph knew Casey was just worried but if Casey looked to close? he might manage to piece together Raph did this to himself.

Raph rolled his eyes, dropping his arms "What! I'm fine fuck ya think these little cuts are gonna do anything to me?" Likely not what they are thinking. "im fine so stop with that stupid look!" he wasn't fine, he was breathing hard again, his shoulders were clearly shaking. Letting a fist fly and hit the hockey stick between them. It may come out as an attack on Casey to get off his shell, but seeing how the wood splintered Raph dug his knuckles in against it. He needed to keep whatever was wrong with him away.

His knees felt weak, though as he breathed heavily. Why was the air so thin? A step forward and Raphael let his forhead rest to Casey's shoulder a moment. Stick held between them but Raph didn't notice it at the time. He didn't chance a look at them right right now he wasn't brave enough to face them. Before it could amout to a bad mood this time? Fuck. He was leaning against them Casey wasn't that dumb to not think something was wrong at least. He let's fingers curl and grip on to Casey's shirt a moment. That all he needed just a moment he'd be fine. Eyes squeezed shut as he counted to himself softy. Shove it down get up this ain't anything. He repeats a few more times before finally getting it in him to move back.

"I think imma hit the lair maybe he had somethin' traced on that knife."

[sentimentalscientia]

Kelly offered more coffee and shrugged. "Guess if you didn't worry you wouldn't be a parent. But if there haven't been any issues?" He shrugged again. "If it ain't broke. Overthinking makes more problems than it solves. Won't help anyone if you tie yourself in knots."

So there was something on this earth capable of pissing this man off. Weirdly comforting, although one would be hard pressed to find someone whose blood wouldn't boil at the thought of shitty parents throwing their children away like trash.

"So the oath is a magical bond then?" If it were him he'd just kill them but different strokes. "Guy you're talking about has the caretaker gene. Makes him want to be a parent even if he can't have kids and makes him good at it. That's nature talking, too. If things are meant to be, they'll find a way to be."

Beleaguered with trauma. That what they were calling it? Kelly huffed out a laugh--if it could be called that--and shook his head. "You don't even know me. Got enough to deal with in my own life. I'm the last person who should be responsible for someone else's."

“Well one of the little ones has taken to teasing her older brother in a worrisome way. She seems to have a bit of difficulty grasping how cruel her actions are. But that is a child’s mind for you. There is much to teach her. Though from how quick she is to get protective over any of them I’m certain it’s something she will grow out of with proper instruction.” Overthinking? Yes that was certainly a pit best avoided. But it was not the easiest of tasks. It was unusual to have so much mixed blood in a pack. Each little one bringing unique worries. He would just have to trust in the communal natures each one possessed. In the loyalty, trust, and love they had for him.

“Oh no it’s….well I suppose it is magical in a way. I had a friend do…something. A spell or some such thing I don’t quite understand. It tracks them. Leaves a mark that I may investigate. Unfortunately it’s not full proof but at least the only way to remove it without lingering death requires connections to the magical world. If I learn they have violated what I made them promise, I search them out and destroy them. Then I find a better home for the little one.” He spoke about this matter of factly. No weight of guilt upon him. He may have been a pacifist but he held his duty to what children he could higher. “Hmm, we’ll I can’t argue he has the caretaking gene. I knew it the first time I met him. Even if he was covered in blood and bruises.”

“I may not know the depths of your soul and the details of your story, but I can see something in you. Something good. You certainly have your own trials to face. But perhaps one day you will find yourself triumphant. Demons vanquished or at least subdued enough you are mostly whole. And on that day perhaps you will figure out if you wish to watch over another’s life or not.”

[eldritchsurveys]

1204.

Lets start off with, what are you doing today? >> Just random stuff, I don't have anything planned. Definitely going to do some gaming, I think. Did you ever want to be a doctor? >> I did not.

Have you ever kissed anyone whose name started with an A? Who? >> I dated a guy named Anubis a long time ago.

Let’s test your memory, what were you wearing during your last kiss? . Where did you get the underwear you are currently wearing? >> Meijer or Target.

The last person you kissed, how many times have you cried in front of them? . Who do you currently have texts from in your inbox? .

Have you ever liked someone whose name started with a D? . When was the last time you got in an argument with someone? >> It's been... hmm. Months. Maybe a year, maybe even over a year. I don't know.

Do you think you can last in a relationship for 1 month? . Have you kissed someone with braces? >> Not that I recall. Is this the best year of your life? . What could you eat any day of the week and never get tired of? >> I'm not sure. Eventually I do get tired of things, even samefoods -- especially with the way food is nowadays. I ate Morningstar burgers every morning for like 2 years before they randomly changed the formula and it broke me out of the samefood cycle.

Would you kiss anyone you have texts from in your phone? .

Is it more common for you to follow your heart or your mind? >> It's more common for me to use all the information at my disposal to make a decision, including past experiences, current emotions, and hard data.

Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to? .

Your song of the week? .

Is good grammar attractive? >> You know what's really attractive? Understanding how language actually works.

Would you date an 18 year old at the age you are now? >> Absolutely not.

Can you have more than one best friend? .

What was the last thing you drank? >> Green tea.

What do you like better: hot chocolate or hot apple cider? >> Hot apple cider, definitely.

Are you wearing jeans, shorts, sweatpants, or pajama pants? >> Shorts.

Have you ever met someone who is amazing? .

When did you last use a straw? >> GOD ok so I used the straw from one of my reusable water bottles to drink a frozen margarita slushie thing and then I threw the whole thing in the trash bin without thinking about it and it finally occurred to me early this morning that I'd thrown the straw away too. So I went out to see if I could grab it but the way I'd tossed the thing in there, it landed upside-down and the straw had sunk to the bottom of the bin and there's no way in heaven and hell I'm going to dig around a 64-gallon bin for a fucking straw lmao. I assume you can buy replacements somewhere on the internet, but if not, fuck it. What are your full initials? >> MSD.

Would you ever let your grandma set you up on a blind date? . What age would you want to die at: >> Whatever age I feel tired enough with life that death feels appropriate. (Yeah, being frequently passively suicidal does throw a wrench in this sometimes but there is a clear difference between being in so much stress and pain that death feels like the only way out and being legitimately tired in a comfortable way and ready to move on -- like a person sinking gratefully into bed after a day of hard but fulfilling labour.) 
Are any of your texts in your inbox locked and why? . Do you want someone dead? >> I do not.

Do you ever wonder if you will get in a car accident and die? >> Idly, yeah. To be fair, have you seen the way people drive? I assume everyone who drives is suicidal and looking to take out as many other people with them as they can when they go, because there is truly no other explanation for the insane shit people do on the road without a thought. I hate USian car culture so much, lmao.

Can you do a cartwheel without falling to the ground? >> I can. What color is your hair? >> Dark brown. Well, like 90% of it is. I’ve got some sweet greys in there now. Do you believe “Once a cheater, always a cheater”? >> I would never believe something so silly.

Do you think long distance relationships work out? >> LDRs work for people that they work for.

One night stand or relationship? . So your ex comes to you and says “I want you back”, what do you say? >> If anyone I have been previously entangled with said something like that to me, I'd probably just laugh. Like, sure you do. Do you have a member of the opposite sex you’ve told everything to? .

Do you honestly have any regrets? >> Nothing serious. Like, you best believe I regret throwing that margarita thing away without taking the straw out first! But it's also not a big deal, lol.

Is there anyone in your life who has changed your life? >> Well, yes. Are you in any kind of emotional pain right now? >> Not at the moment, and thank god for small favours.

Do you believe in marriage? >> Do I believe in it? What does that even mean.

Do you plan on getting married someday?
 >> I did, and frankly I'm still not super into it (and it did have some clear drawbacks, like financial ones) but also it's whatever. Which is harder: walking away from somebody you love or coming back to someone who hurt you? .

Why did you last cry? >> I was reading Last Breath and thinking about death and what a good death would look like to me and it made me emotional.

Does your ex get mad that you ‘talk’ to other people? >> This is such a surreal concept. Who do you want to kiss right now? . Who was the last girl to say something to you? .

What is on your wrists right now? >> Well, there's a tattoo on one of them.

Does your ex make you feel like shit when they are drunk? >> This is also such a surreal concept.

[monaisdark]

AHHHH! I loved your virgin shiggy post, I was wondering if you could make a part two with reader giving shigaraki a tit-fuck in an empty classroom, with degradation kink, and exhibition kink! I'm sorry if this too horny - Anon ♥♥

haha.. im back i guess. Its been a couple weeks but i have some time to start writing again :)) checking my inbox, i did NOT expect this many people wanting a pt2 to my virgin shiggy post. prolly my fault for holding it off for so long :/ so i made it longer than i planned but count this a thanks for 200+ followers!! <3 anyways i really need to catch up on my inbox but expect more from me !!

➨ paring — Virgin! (not anymore) Tomura Shigaraki x Fem! Bully! Reader

➨ warnings — Sub! Shigaraki, Dom! Reader, mommy kink, slight masturbation, humiliation, degradation, begging, exhibition, tit-fucking, hand-job, cum denial

PART 1

Shigaraki messed up. It’s been a week. A week since you cornered him in a room and took his virginity.

He still remembers what you told him when you left— “Take a shower tomorrow. Also wear a different top for god’s sake. If you do... I might let you touch me.” 

Shigaraki beat himself over for agreeing to it as soon as he got home. You were his bully. One of the people making his school experience even more unbearable than it already was.

Yet he completely was undone as soon as you placed your hands on him, and you knew it. He just didn’t know what you wanted.

Dick? No, you were pretty and popular— you could probably get some from more desirable guys. To bully him? Sure, you said mean things to him during the encounter but the bullying was always around your friends.

For a whole school week, he stayed home. Making up some bullshit to the school that he had the flu. Frankly, he was scared to go. How was he supposed to face you?

Did you tell anyone? Secretly record it? Was he currently the laughing stock of the entire school for begging to continue to fuck you?

But even away from school, you had an effect on him. He’s still a horny guy. Now, jerking off wasn’t the same anymore, not when he had some taste of pussy thanks to you.

Shigaraki would always end up thinking back to you, even with porn he couldn’t get you out of his head. His hands clamping around his cock weren’t the same as your pussy, same with the bodies of other women.

He found himself indulging into mommy kink porn, something he didn’t really get off from before you. Shigaraki pretend it was you talking to him, bouncing onto his lap and letting him touch you.

But after a bit— Shigaraki found it going no where, they weren’t you.

Cursing, he would always finish early. And not in a good way. In a way where he was left unsatisfied. Putting his painfully hard cock back into his sweats and trying to sleep his horny-ness away.

Shigaraki realized he needed you, you talking to him, you around his cock. Now, he regretted not sticking to his word. But he’ll make it up for you.

You were quite mad. Shigaraki hasn’t been to school since that day. How ungrateful, you literally let him put his dick in you and now he ghosts you in real life.

You fully expected him to be at school the next day with the way he begged you to stay, clean and ready for you. So imagine your annoyance in seeing him not show up for several days.

But today was different, the newly ex-virgin actually showed up. To your surprise, he still did more than you expected him to do despite being a week late.

Shigaraki had changed his hoodie to a whole new one, it looked recently bought. As well as his hair, looking more soft than greasy like it typically was. Though he didn’t style it, it still overhanging on his face.

Still, he definitely looked a lot better, not enough for others to notice but enough for you to smirk at your work.

Both of you didn’t interact with each other besides a few glances until lunch. You guys sat on completely different ends of the cafeteria, him sitting in a small corner table while you sat in a large one.

Shigaraki looked fidgety, meekly looking up every few minutes to watch you interact with your friends. He was waiting for school to end, planning to catch you at the same empty classroom you took his virginity in.

Though you had completely other plans.

“Hey, I’ll be right back.” You got up from your table, grabbing your bag from off the floor. “To?” One of your friends asked, not looking up from their phone.

“Some nerd, he’s gonna do my homework we got last period. Apparently, his parents found out he’s been doing our homework and now he's gotta do them during lunch. Gotta make sure they do it right.” You lied through your teeth, hoping they would just back off.

They didn’t look up, instead pulling their homework worksheet out of their binder with one hand, putting it in yours, “Get him to do mine.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing the paper, “Yeah.” You walked away, crumbling the paper to throw it in the trash. You’ll just say you lost it. Not like they’ll do anything about it.

Narrowed eyes landed on Shigaraki, his eyes currently focused on his phone. You strudded your way to him, smirking to yourself.

Shigaraki almost jumped when he felt something brush against his leg. Looking up, he was met with you sitting down next to him.

“Hey.” You said, placing your bag on the table and putting your last period’s homework on the table.

“You’re good at chemistry, right?” You questioned, shifting through your bag for something to write with.

“...Well— I... um...—“ Shigaraki stuttered, unsure of what was currently going on.

“Great.” You pulled the phone out of his clammy hands, replacing it with a pencil. “...What?” He tilted his head, was this a joke? Did you completely forget about a week ago?

“Hm...? Well, get onto it.” You uttered him on, putting your chin in your hands, eyeing him. Reluctantly, he looked back to paper, beginning to work on it.

After around 5 minutes, you brushed against him even more, getting close to his side. “What does that say?” You pushed yourself further into his side, your chest touching his arms.

Shigaraki cursed himself for already becoming red, he pants tightening around his crotch as last week flashed into his head again.

“Um... m-mole is a unit of measur— Hmph!“ He held back a loud whine when your right hand traveled to his crotch.

“What— what are you doing?” He asked under his breath, holding back small whimpers as you palmed him, “Where have you been?” You questioned sternly, upset he kept you waiting.

“I’m sorry... I got sick.” He bluffed, it was too embarrassing to admit he was scared. With how he left you hanging, he expected people to be laughing at him the moment he stepped onto school grounds.

“Sick? A whole week?” You hummed, you could already tell he was lying. Still, you were proud that he even bothered to make it up to you by fixing himself up.

“With your diet of energy drinks and chips, I’m surprised you’re not dead.” You decided to let it go, he was just nervous to show up.

Yet you think he deserves a bit of punishment.

Shigaraki felt heavy as you teased the zipper of his jeans. He immediately tensed, “Wait— now..?” He saw you narrow your eyes, “Something wrong?”

“There’s people here!” He whispered yelled, flinching as he felt you unzip his jeans ever so slowly, trailing your finger along his exposed boxers.

“So? You’re just some loser in the corner, nobody will notice if you aren’t obvious.”

Shigaraki could already feel pre-cum form at his tip, staining his boxers a bit. You giggled a bit, feeling the dampness of his boxers. “Already?” Shigaraki shook his head, “I... I haven’t came since... that day.”

You laughed a bit louder than you expected to, good thing the cafeteria was already loud. “How sweet of you. Couldn’t get it on?”

Shigaraki focused his eyes on your paper, muffled moans caught at the back of his throat as you freed his cock from his boxers.

Now slowly pumping him, Shigaraki dropped the pen of the table. He wanted to do something with his hands, to touch you.

He moved his hand to your thigh, but of course, you didn’t allow him, “You’re too eager. Get back to work.” You ordered. Shigaraki was about to question you but you stopped him with stroking his cock faster.

Both of you continued this way for a bit, him answering questions with his shaky hands while you jerked him off.

Shigaraki could’ve sworn he felt eyes on him a couple of times, yet every time he looked up, nobody was even batting an eye in his direction.

He could feel his cock twitch at the excitement of being caught. How would they explain one of the most popular girls giving an outcast a hand-job under the table?

As he got to the last question— he was already drooling on the paper, mouth clenched shut to avoid moaning and panting to be let out.

You could tell he was about to cum, the writing on the paper progressively getting sloppier as time went on. “M-mommy...” Shigaraki whispered just enough for you to hear, “Hmm, you want to cum?”

He nodded furiously, he was extremely pent up and needed release. And just as he thought, you were the only one who can give it to him.

Shigaraki whimpered when you pulled away, looking up at the clock and collecting your stuff. “Then after school, room 204. Actually listen and show up when I tell you this time.”

You walked away just in time for the bell to go off, signifying that lunch was over. Leaving Shigaraki, once again, a mess.

Here he was again, feeling nostalgic as you walked into the empty classroom. Shigaraki easily grew again while anticipating this, the tent prominent in his jeans.

“Y’know, good job for showering and changing.” You gave him praise, Shigaraki turning red from your words. “This... this means I can touch you, right?”

You nodded, “Yeah. I actually keep promises.” He ignored the jab at him, it didn’t matter how mean you were— he was going to touch you finally.

Shigaraki awkwardly shuffled towards you, raising his hands up to look at you with wide eyes. He slowly paced a hand on your boobs, trying to see if this was just some test and you’ll get mad at him.

When he didn’t get anything back, he immediately started to dough on your clothed breast, cupping them. Then, he moved to unbutton your shirt, already seeing you thought ahead and took off your bra before coming here.

He fully took off your shirt, not wasting time on latching his mouth onto one of your nipples, both hands playing with your breasts. Shigaraki was basically humping your leg, sucking your nipples like a baby.

You giggled a bit, patting his head. He looked up at you with a clouded look, pure joy in his eyes as he finally got to touch you.

Looking back down at him, another idea popped up— you already took his virginity and gave him his first hand-job, whats another one of his firsts? “Shigaraki, do you want to feel really good?” He unlatched from your nipple, “I can be inside you?”

“No.” He frowned a bit, but perked up when you trailed your fingers on his boxers. “What if I put this,” You pointed at your boobs, “In between these?”

Shigaraki was already down, eagerly sitting on a desk while you got on your knees. He freed his cock, putting it in between your slick pushed together breasts, thanks to his sucking earlier.

You wasted no time on stroking it up and down with your breasts. He moaned feeling the softness of the valley between your chest, your breasts around his cock giving him warmth as you stimulated him.

Shigaraki was definitely feeling great, you even let him bend down and grab your breasts to control the speed of the tit-job.

Though, Shigaraki wanted more. You were giving him all these things, a hand-job, a tit-fuck. He’s been inside you once and he didn’t get to do what he wanted in the first place. To cum inside his mommy.

He feels a knot grow in his lower abdomen, but he doesn’t wanna cum yet. Instead, he pulled himself away from you, much to your confusion.

“What? You literally were about to cum and I was gonna let you!” You groaned, getting up as Shigaraki faced you.

“...Mommy, can I fuck you?”

“No, you didn’t come to school for a whole week. If you really wanted to you would have showed up.”

Shigaraki turned red, sputtering as he held onto your arm, “Please! I just want you cum inside you.” He whined, tears pricking at the chance of not getting to have sex with you after all this time.

You looked at him stoned faced as he begged, even falling to his knees dramatically to add to his desperation. “Fucking virgins, man.”

Shigaraki felt himself be pushed down, your skirt and panties on the floor. You straddled onto his length, moans filling the room quickly.

“Yes! Thank you, thank you, mommy!” Shigaraki thrusted his hips into yours, feeling even more over-joyed when he was allowed to touch your chest while you were on top of him this time.

Shigaraki desperately missed this, now he remembers why his hand didn’t compare to your tight pussy after trying to jerk off. He found his own rhythm quickly, muffled ‘mommy’s due to his mouth on your breasts.

“I’m doing this because you cleaned up, if you didn’t I would’ve left you to your own sad-ass devices already.” You lied, honestly, you hated the idea what he possibly was ignoring you by not showing up to school.

Even then, you’ve grown a bit found of him. His body, his expressions, his voice, everything really. It didn’t bother you as much when you saw his still messy hair, you were just glad to see him.

Though, you’d never admit it. Instead, it showed through the way you were tightening around his cock, panting as he moaned into and out your body. Shigaraki very quickly wrapped his arms around you, both of you on the edge.

“Fuck— Shigaraki. Cum, cum for mommy, okay?” You ordered, Shigaraki more than ready to fulfill it.

“Ah, thank you! Thank you, mommy! I’m gonna cum inside you!” Both of you rided out your highs, Shigaraki filling you so much it started to drip outside your full cunt.

He fell on top of you despite you initially being on top, you wanted to scold him but honestly couldn’t bring yourself to right now.

The room quieted down, the only words being exchanged were by Shigaraki softly muttering “Thank you, mommy.” into your neck

[seijorhi]

This isn't a request or anything but I had a soulmate AU idea that I think you'd like.... And reminded me of Oikawa. Imagine you find ur soulmate from their name written on your skin on ur 16/18 bday, but.... You're blind. And dating Oikawa. And he /swears/ your name is on his skin... But when your birthday rolls around, he insists you don't show anyone else.... And starts buying you clothes to cover the mark.... And you hear him whispering about his mark to Iwa.... And you begin to worry. 👀

I know it wasn’t specifically meant as a request, but I took the idea and ran with it - I hope it’s okay!! 💕

Oikawa Tooru x Female Reader

TW gaslighting, manipulation, dub con nsfw, blind reader

Part II

Always

“You promise me it’s there?”

Are you sure it’s me?

Rich, warm laughter fills the air around you, and despite the tension gnawing away in your stomach, the corners of your lips twitch into a soft smile.

“You don’t believe me!”

He’s happy. Even gasping in mock indignation Tooru can’t quite manage to keep it from his voice.

He has every reason to be; you’re both home for the first time in a year and a half, settled in the well worn couch at his parents house, your friends sprawled out either side of you. He’s twenty one today and as of five minutes ago the proud owner of his very own soulmate mark.

Or so he tells you. 

“Well it’s not like I can see it,” you tease, nudging yourself closer so that you can rest your head against his shoulder and sighing loudly. “It could be Issei’s name for all I know, and you’re all just too nice to break the news to me.”

The choked snort from your left side makes you giggle, but not as much as the sound of your boyfriend fake gagging. 

“Please, he fucking wishes!”

“Iwa tell her!” Oikawa demands, and you can just imagine the way that Iwaizumi’s eyes must roll before he ultimately gives in.

He always does.

“It’s yours,” he sighs. “Unfortunately you’re stuck with him, Y/N. My condolences.”

Yours. 

It’s hard, even as raucous laughter fills the air around you and Oikawa turns to shout at his best friend, to deny the warm fluttering in your chest. The arm around you eases you closer, a thumb absentmindedly stroking at your side and you allow yourself to relax against him. 

It’s your name on his skin. You’re his soulmate. 

For the first time in weeks, it feels like you can breathe easy. You wonder if Oikawa knew, if he noticed the way you held onto him just that little bit tighter - like you were scared to let go.

You’ve loved Oikawa for as long as you can remember, but you only get one soulmate. Was it really so outlandish to wonder whether his first love would be his last? Whether you could ever be good enough to be his?

The little blind girl, always following at his heels.

For all your faults, you’ve never been naive. You know how amazing he is - Tooru has always been destined for great things and you were just his highschool sweetheart.

A hindrance, one of his very dedicated fans had once taken the time to inform you, clinging desperately to whatever scraps of pity he felt charitable enough to throw your way.

Neither one of you had realised that Oikawa had heard every damn word. 

—

“Can you just…”

Oikawa pauses, the hand he has wrapped around yours squeezes lightly. “Hmm?”

Breathe deep. Just say it. 

Tell him. 

You’re almost at the gate, your flight’s leaving in twenty minutes (and you would have been there sooner if he hadn’t insisted on dragging you through every overpriced store in the damn airport) and in a few hours, you’ll be home again. 

But it isn’t the thought of being back in Japan that worries you. Your bottom lip catches between your teeth, your heart thumping unsteadily in your chest. His birthday is in two days, and that’s when he’ll find out who his soulmate is supposed to be. And you trust him, you love him. Even if the name on his forearm isn't yours, it’s not like he’s just going to suddenly toss you aside like yesterday’s trash, but… things’ll change, you know they will. And you couldn’t even blame him for that, because how much effort can you really be expected to put into a relationship if you know they’re not the one you’re supposed to end up with?

The doubts you have, the ones that fester and play on your every insecurity, keeping you up at night long after Tooru has drifted off -  you’ve tried to shut them out and ignore them as best you can, but you just can’t get on that plane without having some kind of reassurance.

What if it’s not you?

“Just promise me that if…” your breath catches in your throat, and you try to force a smile on your face even though you know that it wobbles. “If it’s not- if I’m not-”

Soft lips press against yours, cutting you off. It’s only for a heartbeat, enough to get you to stop the panicked tumble of words you couldn’t quite get out, but for you it feels like it lasts a lifetime. You could lose yourself in Oikawa’s kisses, you think. Lose yourself and be happy for it.

A warm palm cups your face. “I love you,” he says, and it isn’t the murmured declaration first thing in the morning, his voice still thick with sleep as he rolls over to kiss you good morning, and it isn’t the cheesy, throwaway line he gives whenever you save him the last bite of the milk bread that he specifically bought for you (because god knows his coach would kill him if he found out he ate the entire thing himself).

It’s a promise.

“You are my soulmate,” his thumb strokes along your cheekbone, and you can’t help but lean into the touch. “You’re the only one I’m ever going to want.”

Standing on the outskirts of your gate, moments away from boarding the plane that’ll take you both home, you’re not entirely sure if he’s trying to tell you that he’s certain that the name on his arm is going to be yours, or that he doesn’t care if it isn’t.

Either way, it’s enough.

“You’re mine,” he breathes, and captures your lips in another kiss - this one brimming with ardent devotion, a love too deep for either one of you to speak.  

 —

Hours later, Iwa, Makki and Mattsun are all asleep downstairs and it’s just Tooru and you curled up in his bed. You suppose you shouldn’t be surprised that being back in his childhood bedroom did little in the way of curbing his appetite, but between giggles and breathy moans, Oikawa’s hand clamped over your mouth and his lips at your ear-

‘Shhh, you have to keep it down, cutie. Unless you want the whole house to hear all the pretty sounds you make when you’re about to cum for me?’

- he manages to wring four orgasms out of you before the two of you collapse back against the mattress, all sweaty and panting.

And you think he’s fallen asleep now, an arm slung around your waist, his face buried against the nape of your neck despite the warmth of the balmy summer night. With his chest flush against your back, you can feel the steady rhythm of his heart, lulling you gently to sleep with every beat. 

Soulmate.

This, here, in Oikawa’s arms, this is where you belong, where you’ve always belonged. And yet even with happiness and relief and an overwhelming love singing through your veins - keeping you wide awake - you can’t deny that it feels… strange almost, knowing that out of seven and a half billion people, you’re the one he’s marked for. 

He’d sounded so sure back at the airport, like there wasn’t even the possibility of doubt in his mind that you were the one for him. And maybe he was just saying it to calm you down and get your ass on the plane, but if the situations were reversed and it was your birthday first… could you really say with one hundred percent certainty that you knew it would be his name that’d show up on your arm?

You love him more than you’ve ever loved anybody else (more than you ever probably will love anybody else), it’s just that you’ve always known that the two of you were on wildly different paths. Tooru’s the starting setter for a pro volleyball team, and there’s already whispers of that national squad, Olympic selection.

He’s talented and driven and sometimes you wonder whether you ever would have left Miyagi let alone Japan at all if it hadn’t been for him dragging you along with him. 

You’ve always been so content in your own little bubble. You cling to what’s comfortable, what you know - all your life, you’ve been told that you’re not defined by your disability, but you’ve never tried to push yourself beyond it. 

With Tooru, you’ve never had to.

That girl, years ago - she wasn’t wrong. You do cling to him, like you’d clung to your friends and your family. And maybe that’s not the worst thing in the world, but when you compare what Oikawa has to offer his soulmate compared to what you bring to the table, and-

“I can hear you thinking from here,” your apparently not-so-asleep-after-all boyfriend murmurs in your ear. “Tell me what’s bothering my pretty girl.”

You sigh, rolling over to face him. It’s pointless to lie to Tooru - he can read you better than anyone else - but admitting the whole truth, even here under this little refuge of soft intimacy between the two of you, feels harder than it should be.

“You’re not… disappointed, are you?” 

The harrumph that escapes his lips sounds almost offended, but the brush of his lips against the tip of your nose is sweet. “How long have I known you?” he asks.

Your forehead wrinkles at the question. “Fifteen or so years, I guess?”

You’d only been six or so when your family had moved in the house next door to his, across the street from Iwaizumi’s, and you can still vividly remember the first time you met him - crying in your front yard with a scraped up knee - always too eager for your own good.

“Hmm,” he acknowledges, “and how long have we been dating?”

“Seven-ish years?”

He chuckles, kissing you again, this time on your cheek. “And how long do you think I’ve been in love with you?”

Your whole face warms, and you fight the urge to bury it in his bare chest, especially when he reaches out to tuck a stray lock of hair that had fallen out of place back behind your ear. “Tooru-”

He sighs again, the sound tinged with just a hint of fond exasperation. “Give me your hand.”

You oblige, and you feel his long fingers curl around yours, tucking all of your fingers but your index away and drawing your hand closer towards him. It’s only when your pointer brushes against skin that you realise what he’s trying to do. Still, you don’t offer a word as Tooru slowly traces your finger along the dark letters on his skin - his soulmate mark.

Your name. 

“I’ve been in love with you since we were kids, Y/N. You’re mine, you’ve always been mine, just as I’m yours,” he vows, and you almost shiver with the intensity that burns in every word. “Any other name would have been nothing more than a filthy lie.”

Any further protests are swallowed up by another kiss, and your boyfriend takes it upon himself to show you exactly how much he adores you, over and over again, until sheer, utter exhaustion drags you to sleep in his arms.

 —

Your own twenty-first birthday is a vastly different kind of affair. For one, the two of you decide to stay in Argentina - Oikawa’s mid season and can’t afford the time off training to traipse back home again.

Which means that it is just the two of you alone in your villa when you feel an odd burning sensation start to creep through your left arm. It doesn’t hurt exactly, more like a warm tingling sensation that flows along your skin as one by one the letters of your soulmate’s name come to light.

The sharp little gasp that slips from your lips must have alerted Tooru - hovering as he had been for the better part of the day - because his hands are on your arm within a moment, flipping it over and eagerly dragging it closer for him to inspect. His own breath hitches in his throat, his fingers tightening on your soft skin and a tentative smile works its way across your face. 

People have told you before that your boyfriend is handsome - stupidly beautiful, you’d once overheard one of your old high school classmates bemoan. His voice certainly is, soft and pretty and lilting, warm like the first rays of the sun on a cool winter’s morning, though not without its sharpness. Oikawa always has had a wicked tongue. In your head, you picture a face to match, delicate, angular features, warm eyes and a grin that’s just a little impish. Trouble, but the irresistible kind. 

You wish you could see it now, watch your soulmate’s eyes widen with delight, or maybe soften with quiet awe. You want to see him happy, deliriously so, you want to look into those lovely eyes of his and see all the love that’s coursing through your veins right now reflected right back at you. 

He still hasn’t spoken a word.

The slow drag of a breath, shaky and too sharp, had your bright smile freezing on your face. His grip hasn’t relented, fingers calloused from years of playing volleyball digging into your arm almost painfully. The air between you two is still, he hasn’t moved, not so much as a twitch.

Unease creeps its way into your stomach.

Why hasn’t he said anything?

He’s never exactly been the strong, silent type, and you love him for that. Iwa often complains that his best friend likes the sound of his own voice too damn much (half heartedly at best), and maybe that’s true, but he never realised that it doesn’t bother you in the slightest. 

It’s different for you, not being able to see. 

You don’t exactly blame them for not understanding - how could they, really? Without your sight to help you, your other senses have to work in overdrive just to make sense of things. Tooru’s voice builds the world around you, imbues it with a spark, guides you like a hand stretching out through the darkness. It’s a gap in the void, a reassurance you cling to - because without it there’s nothing. You’re alone with only your thoughts to keep you company. 

So when he goes quiet like this, it’s never a good sign.

A lump lodges its way in your throat. Without your sight, his silence is almost impossible to read, but you can sense the sudden heaviness in the air, the tension hanging thick between the two of you. 

You expected dramatics. Tears, maybe, or a burst of affectionate cuddles and kisses. Gushing over your mark just as he had when his own had come through. Hell, you thought he’d grab his phone and take a thousand and one pictures just to prove to the world that you were his as much as he was yours - because you loved each other. Because you were soulmates. 

Is there something wrong with your mark?

“Tooru?” you murmur, the edges of your smile starting to slip as your panic rises. “I-is everything-”

“You’re mine.”

The clipped words are little more than a whisper, hoarse and choked. It takes you by surprise, making your heart skip a beat, the knot in your stomach tighten, yet just as that paralysing apprehension starts to take root, he clears his throat, and a laugh bubbles to the surface.

Slowly, like ice thawing, his fingers relax on your forearm, gliding up over your shoulder to curl around your neck. “You love me, right?” 

Your eyebrows knit together, but you nod anyway. “Always.”

There’s another shaky breath, and suddenly his arms are wrapping around you, drawing you into a tight embrace. You don’t fight it, still bewildered by the sudden whiplash of his tone.

His own heart is racing, you can feel it as he holds you against him. The question burns deep inside of your chest, a thought you don’t want to give voice to, but you can’t seem to stop yourself - it slips out before you even realise you’ve opened your mouth.

“It is your name, Tooru, isn’t it? You’re my soulmate?”

There’s a beat of silence, and Oikawa hums, resting his chin against the top of your head. “Of course it is, cutie,” he chuckles. “Who else’s name would it be?”

He takes you out for dinner to celebrate. You’d originally picked one of his favourite dresses to wear, a strapless white number with a pretty, flowing skirt that fell to your mid thigh, but Oikawa stops you before you can leave, passing you over an old denim jacket of yours.

“It’s cool out tonight,” he says as he eases it over your shoulders before you can protest.

You don’t question it.

—

He fucks you that night, hard, fast and unrelenting, holding onto you so tight that you swear you’ll have bruises come morning.

—

Oikawa likes doing little things for you. 

He likes it when you hold onto his arm and let him guide you around when you go out together (you do have a cane - it sits in the back of your closet for ‘emergency uses’ only). He likes to buy you pretty things, jewellery, clothes, little trinkets that remind him of you - spoiling you with every opportunity he can, doubly so now that he has a salary that affords him that luxury.

It’s not uncommon for him to pick out your outfits. For one, you can’t see so you kind of have to rely on somebody else’s help so you don’t end up a mismatched disaster, and Tooru seems to enjoy doing it. He likes seeing you wear the things he buys for you - lacy, soft and demure. 

He also likes it when people know that you’re his.

So it doesn’t strike you as odd when Tooru insists on you wearing his club hoodie over your dress the next time you go to one of his games. You might not be able to see him fly across the court, but you can hear the cheers, the roar of the crowd as they stamp their feet and chant like a battle cry when San Juan scores. You can taste the excitement in the air, and whenever your soulmate steps up to the plate to serve, you feel the rabid excitement of the crowd thrumming in your veins. 

It’s warm in the stadium with so many people crammed close together, you push the sleeves up without even thinking. It’s not an issue - it shouldn’t be - but when your boyfriend slips his arms around you, fresh from the locker room post match, it’s the first thing he notices. He’s tugging them back down before you can so much as offer a hello, tersely muttering something about you getting a cold when you frown.

There’s a tiny flicker of unease at the odd behaviour, but he’s kissing you before you can linger on it for too much longer. 

And if that’s all it was, maybe it would be easier for you to shove that niggling worry aside. 

But once you start noticing things - little, inconsequential things you would have just shrugged off before - you can’t seem to stop, and that tiny seed of doubt starts to take root, to sprout and grow.

Your friends stop calling by. Back home your social circle was pretty much limited to Tooru, Iwa and their friends - not that you minded at all, you love them all dearly, it’s just that you didn’t really have any friends of your own outside of that little group. When you moved across to Argentina and Oikawa started training for longer hours, dedicating himself wholeheartedly to his new team, you got lonely, sitting in your new home just waiting around for him to come back to you.

And it took a while, but eventually you started to venture outside of your comfort zone and lo and behold - even with your stumbling Spanish, you managed to make a few friends! Though you can tell that your beloved boyfriend wasn’t exactly thrilled by the burgeoning new friendships you gushed to him about, he’s never begrudged you them. If it made you happy, then he was happy. 

Lately though, they’ve been kind of distant. And by distant, you mean… well, nonexistent. They don’t come visit you anymore, when you call their numbers, it just rings out. 

You can’t even leave voicemails - there’s just an automated voice telling you their message banks are full. Regardless, not one of them has made the effort to call you back, and it’s not like you can text them to ask why they’re avoiding you. Life gets in the way, you know that, and sometimes people just drift apart but it’s like all of a sudden they’ve just dropped off the face of the planet. 

But when you mention venturing out into town one day without them while Tooru’s at practice, he seems strangely resistant to the idea. 

“I just don’t like the idea of you wandering around by yourself. It’s not safe out there for you, cutie,” he tells you.

The words are saccharine, as sweet as the kisses he presses against your lips when he coaxes your chin upwards. You love him, you do. And you understand that he worries - even away from the hustle and bustle of the big cities, San Juan isn’t exactly a crime free neighbourhood, but for the first time the strong, muscular arms that wrap around your waist don’t bring comfort. 

It’s like they’re a cage, locked around you and dragging you slowly down to the depths, and it’s driving you mad because you can’t figure out why it feels like that.

Biting back your annoyance, you sigh, forcing yourself to relax against him. You love him - this is normal, couples disagree all the time. “I’m not an invalid, babe. I’ve done it before - I can’t just sit around the villa all day moping all alone or I’ll go crazy.”

He hums noncommittally, his fingers trailing idly across your skin as he draws you closer still, and the conversation is dropped. 

Two days later, you find your cane snapped in two in the back of the closet. Oikawa has some weights stuffed in an old gym bag for when he can’t be bothered leaving home to work out - the bag must have fallen on your cane and cracked it when he put it back after his session yesterday afternoon.

An accident, it has to be. He’d never deliberately do something so petty, right?

And there are moments where you can forget the doubts that gnaw away at your insides. Tooru has always been a caring, attentive lover - the perfect boyfriend. He seems more determined that ever to shower you in love, whether that’s by waking you up with his tongue eagerly lapping at your cunt, bringing you home bouquets of fragrant flowers and cooking the two of you dinner, or just with the tiny gestures of affection - tucking your hair back away from your face, linking his hands with yours, the little kisses and compliments he lavishes you with on a daily basis.

When it’s just the two of you, lounging around on the couch, his head resting on your lap and your fingers carding through his hair, it’s easy to pretend that everything’s fine. The two of you love each other. You’ve been his rock, his biggest supporter right from the early days, and Tooru’s the one who drew you out of your shell, who makes you feel like you’re actually worth something.

That you’re beautiful, and loved.

It’s not until you come home one afternoon from an impromptu trip to the local bakery just down the road that all the little pieces fall into place, and you realise why.

The craving for something sweet was what drew you out. Truthfully, you hadn’t really thought twice about it. It was a short trip, one you’d made a thousand times before, and it wasn’t like the locals didn’t know you, wouldn’t watch out for you if they saw you about to unknowingly hurt yourself or trip over something. 

The alfajores in your hand were supposed to be a surprise, Tooru had been wound up from practice lately, more stressed than he usually was this late in the season, and you knew you weren’t the only one with a wicked sweet tooth. You’d just wanted to cheer him up. 

You hadn’t expected to come home to find Tooru pacing in your bedroom, muttering to himself, and you certainly hadn’t expected him to whirl around at the sound of your approach, snatching at your wrist and all but hauling you inside. 

You certainly aren’t prepared for the snarling, bitter words he hurls at you. 

And yet even as tears fill your eyes, a choked sob bursting free as he berates you for leaving the villa without telling him, Tooru clutches at you so tightly it feels like your arm’s going to snap. 

“You can’t leave me! You can’t - you’re mine!”

He doesn’t stop, barely pauses for breath, but those eight words hit you like a freight train, and everything else fades out into white noise. You can’t for the life of you explain how or why, but in that moment, you know with absolute certainty that the name on your arm can’t be his. 

Tooru lied to you. 

He’s not your soulmate. 

It’s all you can do to stand there numbly while your boyfriend falls to pieces in front of you. The angry yells and screams turn into wretched sobs, and suddenly it’s Tooru collapsing in your arms, clinging to your neck like it’s a lifeline as he sniffles against your chest, and when desperate apologies turn into desperate kisses and he starts to lead you backwards towards the bed, you don’t fight him.

He treats you like you’re made of glass, worshipping every inch of your skin, fervent declarations of love spilling out between kisses like prayers of the devout at an altar. He fucks you slowly, lovingly, moaning your name so sweetly as he searches for absolution within the plush walls of your sex.

And with his fingers coaxing at your clit, his lips dancing against yours you fall off that precipice with him.

You have no idea long the two of you lie there in silence, limbs entangled with one other, but eventually you register the warmth of his hand on your cheek, caressing it with a gentle kind of tenderness that makes something deep inside of you ache.

“You still love me, don’t you?” Tooru’s voice is quiet. Hesitant. It reminds you of the little boy you knew, the one who confided all his fears of never being good enough to you, desperately seeking the validation you always gave so freely. 

Your eyes flutter shut, another stray tear spilling down your cheek, and your heart breaks anew.

“Always.”

[a03bkdk]

no quirks bkdk fic rec list (p 2)

thirsty gay wingman fic by lalazee

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Oct 11, 2019 "Thinkin abt besties-since-birth BkDk goin to college together, Dk begrudgingly bein Bkg's wingman w/chicks & lamenting his big gay crush. One nite, Bkg cant get laid, hes drunk in a shitty mood, so Dk propositions him, which turns into the best night ever & the WORST consequences."

My tweet got 366 likes & 66 reblogs, so that was more than enough reason to write about it.

romeo and romeo by supercrunch

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There’s a nasally howl from the neighbour’s place. Izuku looks up – it’s the very loud, very blond guy living in the unit opposite. They’re technically in separate blocks but their balconies are close enough they can see into each other’s living rooms. He’s dancing around in his pyjamas. Yodelling at the top of his lungs off-key, swinging his Pomeranian around by the armpits like a furry ragdoll. “You’re a dog! You’re a fluffy little yellow dog and you’re a pain in the ass but you’re still my favourite shit-stain, yeah!”

Izuku bursts out laughing. The neighbour’s head whips around. He yelps when he sees him, tossing the dog on the couch and scrambling out of view to hide in the hall.

Izuku drops the watering can and runs back inside to find his phone.Small Might: Guys. I've decided i have a crush on my neighbour.

(quarantine baking: a balcony romance)

mechanical bull by warschach

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Katsuki has a track record of bad choices, it's a condition, but Izuku might be the one choice that's right.

battle of the bands by roadtripwithlucifer

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'The rules are simple. Battle of the Bands. Local bands send in a single track to the radio station, and ten tracks are selected. Over the coming month, the songs play on the station and listeners vote on the top five. The top 5 play a live concert as part of a music festival, then the top 3 at a larger, indoor venue. The top two have the honor of opening on the first stop of All Might’s retirement tour – here. In Izuku’s home town. And finally, the winner gets the ultimate prize. Getting to spend the rest of the tour, forty cities, across the country as All Might’s opener. Three months. Same tour bus. Shoulder to shoulder with the greatest musicians the world has ever known.'Izuku Midoriya is a broke college student presented with the opportunity of a lifetime. But winning isn't gonna be easy, especially when one band's aggressive blonde frontman seems to be dead-set on making Izuku's life a living hell.

oh my god! they were roomates! by phatye

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“Don’t go through my shit, and if there’s a tie on the door, then fuck off!” Katsuki growled. “...what?” he asked. Katsuki glared at him. “This is fucking college, and I plan on getting laid a lot! I don’t need some nerd cockblocking me! And what is with all the fucking toys here!” Katsuki had moved over to his shelves. “Are you a fucking child or something?!” This was not what he was expecting.

shades of blue by young_crone

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Echoes filtered down the white hall as he descended the stairs toward the locker rooms, reverberating from the pool. A whistle, the sound of breaking water. He swiped the towel over his face, paused. The sliver of cerulean catching the sinking sun pouring through the skylights, the red and white lane buoys, the burn of chlorine.Izuku ran a hand through his curls, snagging on a knot. The clock on the wall reminded him how late it was. A minute wouldn't hurt. He worried his lip. Just a glimpse.

k-9 by warschach

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Izuku takes in a stray on one rainy night, except it's not a dog, it's a dog shifter who goes by the name, Katsuki. After the initial wave of panic and embarrassment, Izuku thinks his new pet/roommate is pretty cute.

sucker punch by warschach

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But, whatever, Disney Boy over there was—

Prettying up real damn good that Katsuki got kind of distracted—totally understandable, like god those CGI pine eyes—and didn’t see the straight path he made for the metal trash bin in the center of the area until he was tipping forward and waist deep in discarded bottles, plates, balled up tissues sticky with he prayed was chocolate ice cream and nacho cheese.

Mina howled behind the gate. “Look, Katsuki returned to his home.”

(or Katsuki works security at Six Flags and moonlights as a derby dude and continuously looks uncool around Izuku)

may I take your order, dipshit? by supercrunch

((6373-1/1))

So, like, maybe Bakugou wasn’t really the best choice for this whole pizza delivery shindig.

(Midoriya in love, Bakugou in denial, and way, way too much cheese.

A BakuDeku romance in thirty minutes or less. )

raise me so high (your sins become my pedestal) by stardust_painter

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After his boyfriend cheats on him, Izuku wants to do something stupid. The question is how stupid does he want to be.

The answer is very stupid apparently.

eye for an eye or whatever by tobiyos

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“I’ll make it up to you!” Izuku says brightly, lifting his head from Katsuki’s lap.

Katsuki’s eyes narrow but he isn’t still pushing Izuku away so. Progress. “Fuck are you gonna do to make it up to me?”

“Hmm…” Izuku says quietly, tapping at his chin. “Oh! You’re still a virgin, right?”

Katsuki chokes on his own spit and promptly renews his efforts of pushing Izuku away by the forehead. “Fuck off,” he wheezes, “get out of my room.”

leap of faith by ladyofsnails

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Midoriya Izuku is just a random kid who loves art, analyzes everything, and is obsessed with the (in)famous hero Mighty Spider. He's got a loving mother, a great uncle, and maybe not too many friends that aren't those two but he's working on it.

And then a random cute boy shows up at his school, a spider bites him, he meets his hero under the worst possible conditions, and it all goes to hell. Now he's got villains on his tail, a promise to keep to a dead guy, and a washed-up hobo as his mentor.

Here goes nothing.

green is the warmest color by gloriousporpoise

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“Woah, someone call the fire department,” Eijirou says, elbowing Katsuki squarely in the ribs. “That guy is smokin.’”

“I literally hate you.”

Here’s the thing, though. Eijirou’s a certified dumbass, but his current observation isn’t even a little bit wrong, much to Katsuki’s displeasure.

“Think you can get his number?”

Or, Bakugou is a painter without a muse.

you and i collide by ethereals

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And not that Bakugou’s the type to sexualize a potentially dead body; especially one that he just accidentally murdered, but the man has some pretty solid DSL’s. He would hit it, with more than just his car.

OR

in which rich fratboy! bakugou is a badass who accidentally hits poor med student!izuku with his car and chaos ensues therefore.

97.6 FM by jamjars

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Izuku can’t stop listening to the radio host with the deep voice who sounds like he’s stuck in 2010. It’s a harmless crush. That is until he starts calling into the show under the pseudonym Deku.

Or Radio Host! Baugou x Listener! Midoriya

give me that sweet love by xsxuxgxax

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Things Katsuki needs to excel at: be hot, be clever and pretend to be nice, let Izuku kiss him publicly, let Izuku fuck him privately…

(sugar baby katsuki and sugar daddy izuku pretty much)

dance with me by astralchaos

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Mina pulled up a video of a young man, seemingly teen, dancing to a popular new hit, and Izuku felt his heart drop to his stomach. His skin prickled and felt clammy as he started sweating nervously, not daring to move or make a noise. His eyes were glued to the screen but he didn’t see anything – his brain was too busy going into overdrive and freaking out.

Because Mina was showing him a video of himself. The one he uploaded last night.

How on Earth did she find this? He had barely a few thousand views, he wasn’t popular, and it’s not like he was even any good, especially compared to her or Kacchan–

“That move was sexy as hell,” Kacchan said, and that was when Izuku realized that his childhood friend – his longtime crush – also leaned in to watch the video Mina was showing him.

puppies puppies by Esselle

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"So after doing all that," Katsuki says, "you're just going to settle here? Tatting up wannabe bad boys?"

"You think all guys who have a lot of tattoos are wannabes?" Midoriya asks, so smoothly that it throws Katsuki.

"Wh—no, I mean—maybe!" Katsuki says. "You'd know best, wouldn't you? Are you a bad boy?"

The words are out of his mouth before he even realizes it, and he regrets them immediately. There's a figurative list of things that one should never do, and probably high up on it is asking dark-haired sailors with ocean green eyes and black swirls of ink all across their barely concealed muscles if they are bad boys.

--

Katsuki thinks he has everything he needs in life: a successful pet shop, an occasionally reliable assistant, and the unconditional love of the twenty puppies he’s raising for adoption. But when the tattoo parlor next door hires Midoriya Izuku, a hot sailor with an affinity for dogs, it makes Katsuki wonder if he might need something more.

Like… a piece of that ass. Maybe. He’s figuring it the hell out as he goes.

im gonna make a part 3 later ergaegrggjnjuvuh

[tomurasprincess]

43 and 46 with Dabi??

Pairing: Dabi x Reader Quote: Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules. Word: None Warnings: Dubcon, incest, spanking, yandere, Dabi is Touya Note: 46 was already taken, so I did 43 instead. Hope that’s okay!

Prompt Masterlist

You creep into the house past midnight, closing the door with a quiet click behind you. You wince as the noise seems to echo throughout the house and hope your brother doesn’t hear it. You’re well past your curfew that he set, and although you think the rule is unfair, you know you’ll be punished for sneaking out.

You tiptoe down the hallway, making your way to your bedroom and cursing every creak and small noise the house makes. You glance around every corner, fearing that you’ll see him, but the house is quiet and empty. When you finally make it to your bedroom, you breathe a sigh of relief until you turn around.

Your brother Touya is sprawled out across your bed, staring at you with a look of fury in his bright blue eyes. “And where the fuck were you this late at night?”

“Does it matter?” You tilt your chin up defiantly, refusing to back down this time. You are tired of all the rules, all the control that he has over your life. And you are finally going to put your foot down and tell him that you aren’t going to allow it anymore.

He sits up a little as his face turns from anger to a cold, neutral smile, and you realize you’re right on the edge of going too far. 

“Does it matter? Does it matter that my little sister disobeyed my rules and went out without my permission? Yeah, it fucking matters.”

You take a deep breath before resolving to stand your ground. “I am an adult, and you can’t just keep controlling me like this!”

He’s off the bed in an instant, reaching out to grab you. You turn on your heel and run for the door, barely getting it open before he slams it shut and leans heavily against your body. “You think you can get away with disobeying me, sis?” He grabs you roughly before taking two large steps towards the bed, throwing you face down on it. You gasp as you feel him rip your pants off and slip your panties down in one smooth movement.

“What are you doing, this is - ahh!” You let out a hiss of breath as you feel his hand come down hard on your bare ass. 

“Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules,” he growls into your ear as his hand comes down on the other cheek. You whimper as he begins to alternate, smacks getting harder and harder against your reddening ass. 

“Stop, please stop, it hurts -” you cry out as you try to squirm against his hold. But he merely grabs your arms, wrenching them behind your back as he activates his quirk in the palm of his hand. Your eyes widen as you see it, and tears begin to run down your face. “Touya, please don’t,” you beg your brother for a bit of mercy.

“Why shouldn’t I? Maybe if I mark you up, you’ll finally realize you belong to me. You don’t need anyone else”

You shake your head in fear. “But -”

“But what, little sis?” You hear the edge in his voice, know the danger that comes from finishing your thought. But you push ahead anyway.

“But I want to - I want to date, want to experience things.”

His eyes flash with a dangerous glint as he leans in towards you, putting all of his body weight against your back. “And what can other people give you that I can’t, hmm?”

“You can’t give me, I mean you’re my brother so you can’t -” You sputter out the words, unable to finish your thought as your cheeks redden with embarrassment.

He chuckles as his hand glides down your body, running his fingers down your back and past your hips, stopping to rest at your thigh. “I don’t give a shit that you’re my sister.” He reaches lower to cup your sex, finger darting to glide across your folds. He groans as he feels how wet you are, removing his fingers and showing you the string of slick connecting his fingers. “And with how wet you are, I don’t think you give a shit either.”

You squeeze your eyes closed as shame bubbles up inside you, a tear running down your face. You knew how he felt, have known for a while, but you tried to deny it. Tried to deny that a part of you wanted him as well, the one person who had been there for you your whole life. The one person you thought you should never have. “Touya,” you breathe out his name in a more suggestive tone than you meant to.

“Shh, let me make you feel good.” He begins to kiss your jawline, causing you to shiver against him as he traces kisses down the column of your neck. His fingers dip down past your folds, collecting your slick as he drags his fingers slowly up to your pearl. He grazes it lightly, causing you to let out a groan. He laughs as he traces his fingers back down, deliberately avoiding your clit.

You whine at him as you push back against him to encourage him to keep going, but he merely chuckles and pulls his fingers away entirely. “Please, Touya, I need - “ You stop, burying your face into the covers as your cheeks become heated.

“What do you need, sis? I’m your big brother, aren’t I? It’s my job to take care of you, right?” He coaxes you seductively into your ear, grinding his erection against your sore ass and pulling a whimper out of your throat as he barely rubs your clit with two fingers.

“I need you,” you whisper, so quietly that you’re surprised when he actually hears you. 

“Hmm,” he muses, “do you need me as just a brother?” You hear rustling from behind you, and then the sound of a zipper before feeling something hot and hard rub against your soaked folds. “Or more than a brother?” He prods at your entrance with his cock, and you whine as you try to push yourself back onto him. He simply snickers as he holds you in place, rubbing the throbbing head of his cock against your clit.

You can’t take it anymore, you need him inside of you, need to be filled up with your brother’s cock no matter how wrong it is. “More than a brother, I want you to -!” You let out a pained squeal as he snaps his hips, burying himself inside of you with one thrust. 

“Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he growls as he grabs your hair, pulling your top half off the bed as he pauses to let you get used to his size. “And god, so tight, shit -  were you a virgin?”

You wince at the question and give a quick nod, and shame rises up in you again as he barks out a laugh. “God, I am so glad I was the one to take my little sister’s virginity.” The wrongness of the comment has your cunt pulsing around him and your clit throbbing. 

“Oh, did you like that? Dirty little girl, you like this dripping cunt to be filled up by your brother’s cock.” You realize he’s right as you feel your juices leaking down on his cock, the proof of just how much you’re enjoying this. Despite the pain of him stretching you out, the feeling of being stuffed full is so good that you don’t know how you went this long without him inside of you. 

He finally begins to move as he feels you try and push back against him, reaching around to rub tight circles against your clit. You clench down hard, feeling every vein on his cock as they push against your walls. 

“Fuck, you’re taking me so well, shit, should have done this ages ago,” he pants as he grabs hold of your hair and pulls you down to meet his brutal, punishing thrusts. Your cunt is already sore from how hard he’s thrusting, but you welcome the pain.

He adjusts his angle slightly, slamming against a particularly sensitive spot inside of you that has you wailing. He groans as he feels you clamp down on him, knowing that you’re getting close and quickening his pace on your clit. You can feel him throbbing inside of you, and as his thrusts lose their rhythm you realize he’s about to cum. “Touya, please, not inside, please not inside.” 

“Shit, why would I - ahh - cum anywhere else? You belong to me and so does this fucking cunt.” You let out a wanton moan as his crude words push you over the edge, cunt fluttering around his cock as he gives a deep groan and follows your orgasm with his own.

You sob as you feel his cock pulsing and hot ropes of cum spilling inside of you, right up against your unprotected cervix. He rides out his orgasm until his sensitive cock can’t take it anymore and he pulls out with a groan. “You, I can’t believe you -”

“I told you, didn’t I?” He simply chuckles at you breathlessly, gently picking you up when you can’t hold yourself up anymore. “You’re mine. You’ve been mine for a long time, you just didn’t want to admit it.” 

He tucks your trembling and exhausted frame right up against his side and presses light kisses across your forehead. You glance up at him, trying to feel bad for what you both did, trying to wish that it didn’t happen and that you could both go back to how it used to be. But you know he’s right. You’ve been his for a long time.

“And now that you’ve admitted it, you only ever need me, little sis.” 

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[cosmiclatte28]

Laser tagging

a/n : I recycle a fanfic again :”) i promise I’ll post asap, i have lots of wip :) 

but here’s Jisung if he is asking you out :D

enjoy!!

You bring your lunch tray to one of the empty table in the school's canteen.

The table was never full, you're not the party goers and you'll admit you're a tad bit mysterious. Not many of your friends know your life outside school, and you're thankful for that.

"Is this seat taken?" a deep voice interrupts you from munching your sandwich. You glance from your bread; clearly a sour look was shown on your face. You nod your head and pull your tray closer to your side, making his space bigger.

The voice between you and him only came from the wind blowing and chews you both have as you eat your lunch in silence. You examine the stranger in front of you. Well actually he's not a total stranger. He is Jisung ,one of your brother's best friend and he's a year older than you.

"Where are your friends?" Jisung breaks the ice between him and you.

You swallow the last piece of food in your mouth, "Friends? I don't know. Didn't really have one, where's your gang?" You ask him back.

Jisung looks around, well there are quite a lot of eyes and ears fixed on you and him. Duh, Jisung belongs to the school's favorite squad, Dream. And now the prince of Dream is here, sitting on the same table with the most unpopular girl in the school. If he sits with the cheers captain, well no one will be this suspicious, but you... the least known girl in the school is here with the most popular man. What an odd combination!

"There's something wrong and your brother told me to keep an eye on you." Jisung lies casually, but you did not know he is lying.

"What's the problem? Jeno is caught in a fist fight again?" You whisper quietly. You're not blowing your under cover. No one actually realize you are Jeno’s little sister.

Jisung thinks of an excuse, well he's actually here just because he wanted to ask you out, but he knew you'll be unapproachable if his gang is here, so he actually made the gang away for a moment.

"I don't know, I went to the library to sleep and then when I'm back the squad's not there. Not even Renjun." jisung winks.

You finish your water bottle and clean up your tray, jisung quickly mirrors your action. Oh no you're leaving already?!

"Hmm I don't care though if hyung is caught in another problem, not surprised." You smirk and push back your chair then stand up.

Jisung walks by your side and takes over your tray. He throws both of the trashes away and the two of you left the canteen with still a mysterious aura.

The canteen went "What the fuck? Nothing happened, not even a question heard? What are the two of them planning?"

You actually knew the secret crush jisung had on you. Like, you know he's been eyeing you since the very first moment Dream went to your house to surprise Jeno on his birthday. You remember the shocked face from the boys when they found you behind the door at midnight in an over sized shirt and (thankfully) a pair of shorts.

Since then you're actually close with the boys, but you always play the role of a stranger at school and they followed along well. You don't like having the whole attention on you especially not when you're jeno’s little sister who doesn't like having the spot light.

The skirt from your uniform sways as you take calm long steps away from the canteen up through the stairs and your feet brought you and Jisung to an empty hallway.

"You need anything else?" You crane your neck to see if there is someone who might see you.

Jisung glances through your shoulder and after making sure the coast is clear, he opens up "There's a carnival coming to town this Friday, if you-"

His invitation was never complete, since you decided to jump to the conclusion faster.

"Friday? Take me laser tagging and then push me into a corner..." You said as you cornered him.

You bravely step forward and press closer to his chest, right in front of his lips you whisper, "and kiss me,"

You can feel his body tenses and you smirk as your finger fix his crooked uniform collar, "Then shoot me and walk away."

You dust off the imaginary dust on his shoulders and you leave him speechless by himself after you wink him a goodbye.

That is what you expect when someone brings you to a date. You're not in for mini games nor haunted house. Dating at a carnival for you means laser tagging and you know what should happen next.

One thing for sure, you're mysterious, you're quite, but flirt with you? be prepared!

You know jisung has already been dying to pick you up for a date, but he never succeeded before since someone will always be near you and him, which made you reject all of his invitations.

Today however, no one was around and you decided it was time to step up the game.

Jisung was left speechless by your surprising action and when he got his senses back, he walks back to his class with triumphant steps.

"Be prepared sheep, you've waken up the beast."

[aesthyuckic]

[7:07pm] another based on a dream

tw—insecurities, angst, hint at ed(??)

You pulled at the hem of your dress to pull it down, your heart racing almost as you saw the headlights of a car come from a distance. The nervousness you felt as you saw the boy coming to pick you up. You hadn’t been on many dates in your life as people didn’t really find a romantic interest in you and most of the time you did get asked out, it was just a cruel joke in the end.

But Mark... he was someone you met online. It had only been a couple of weeks of talking, you both didn’t exchange many pictures of each other but that didn’t seem to really be a problem. You both confessed liking each other’s company and decided to go out on a date. You wanted to run away so badly, that’s the reason you had a few of your friends come to send you off. It’s so there was no chance of running and also just to check things out.

Their talking seemed to fade into the background as the you could the door of the jeep shut. The worse the pounding got in your chest and the more the urge of running came on as you saw him walk through the headlights toward you.

Though, when you saw his face your heart broke inside silently. The pounding heart was replaced with pain as it slowed. The feeling of wanting to cry started to set in but in no way got the best of you. When he looked at you... It was just a look of utter disgust that broke you too much. You knew it was that... you were all too familiar with that look and you knew it whenever you saw it. He tried to hide it but he really didn’t do a good job of it, not to you but maybe that was just the countless experiences with it.

“Um, here you go...” He practically threw the bouquet of flowers in your arms rather rudely.

“Oh, thank you.” You said quietly and in a rather small voice.

They were beautiful, unfortunately. When you looked back up at him you saw him staring at one of your friends. It hurt even more because she was lit so perfectly in the moonlight in her white dress. She looked like absolute fairy and so pretty and you often wished you were as pretty as her too. It seemed like a good personality never got you far in romance.

You didn’t want to go anymore, who would exactly?

“Do you still want to go out?” You chuckled trying to make it seem like a joke as you tried to hide your pain.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” He shook his head.

You knew in reality he didn’t but something in him just couldn’t say no. You know it was just a pity date in the end which made you sigh deeply as you felt your heart break a little more. You knew it was a bad idea...

He went to his side of the car and got in immediately after you asked. He waited in the car for you to come along. Maybe it was too much to expect him to open the car door for you, just maybe even if you wanted to experience it once. You got in, clutching the flowers tightly as they were the only thing keeping you grounded there.

“So, where do you want to go?” Mark asked.

“I don’t care.” You replied with a small smile and shrug.

You honestly didn’t. You also didn’t understand why you were still going on that date in the first place after the start.

The car ride was silent for the most part. Something about the dead air was so heavy and countless thoughts were just running in your mind. The boy reached over to turn on the radio which let out a song, softly. He switched the channels a few times before he stopped on one.

“I love this song.” You said, softly as you looked at him for a quick second.

For the first time that night, you had seen him smile, at least at you. It was most definitely cute and you did like it but somehow it still hurt. It wasn’t long after that you guys had shown up at the restaurant. Still things were very quiet between you two.

That night, you found yourself doing what you always did when it came to guys. You sat there and tried to be as picture perfect as possible. When your food came, you were afraid to even touch it and you took nothing more than a few little bites. It just made you psychically repulsed for some reason and you felt the need to hide every part of yourself in that moment, afraid of being shameful.

You didn’t show that though. You tried your best to not do that and as normal as possible. The only fortune thing was over dinner the both of you started talking. It seemed the boy got more comfortable when you guys did, almost like the conversations you had over the phone. He laughed a lot too, something of his that was also cute, yet so painful. He didn’t take notice to the growing distance in your eyes as he found himself wanting to get closer, even after it all ended.

When you left to go back to the car and go home, he actually opened the door for you that time, which you, of course, thanked him for. The ride home was so much more pleasant the the ride there. He had done a 180 and that, that was the person you knew over the phone. He smiled and laughed as he was louder than before. He sung along to songs on the radio and tried to get you too. Unexpectedly, there was a lot of shared smiled and laughs before he came to the front of your apartment.

You thanked him for paying and driving you as you got out of the car and grabbed your things. He said some things too, which you weren’t paying much attention to. You almost shut the car door on his face before he stopped you.

“Wait!” He said. “What about a second date?”

“A second date?” You questioned to which he nodded. “Hmm.”

“What?” His smile dropped.

“Well, I’m going to be honest with you, Mark. I’m not dumb, I saw the way you looked at me when you came to pick me up. You were repulsed by me. And I know the only reason you went through with the date, was out of pity.”

“I never said that.”

“You didn’t have to. I know those expressions too well. And you know, it’s fine to not find me attractive, not everyone will be, that’s how it is and works. To each their own, right? It’s just sad because you would’ve never dated me otherwise, if we hadn’t met online. You know that as well as I do. I get I’m not the prettiest girl ever, I really do. And I may not be very confident in myself but I do have a sense self worth. I know what I want out of love, because isn’t that the whole reason you date people? In the hope of falling in love? I don’t think I could fall in love with someone that looked at me like that when we first met.”

The boy seemed to be left dumbfounded by what was said to him. He could do nothing but blink and look at you with big doe eyes. This time... it didn’t hurt, it didn’t weaken you, it was just his reaction.

“Thank you the flowers too by the way. Good night, Mark.”

You shut the car door before you started walking to your apartment. You didn’t look back as you unlocked your front door and went inside. The first thing you did was find a vase for the flowers and fill it with water. You unwrapped the plastic from it and put it in the glass. You stood there for a moment just staring at them. A sigh left your lips.

You ended up grabbing them and throwing them in the trash. You shut off the kitchen light and went to go change.

Meanwhile, the boy was left in his car in the parking lot, alone. He had probably just lost someone great because of his own shallowness. Maybe his best friend was right, it was no wonder he was alone.

[lover-of-trash-and-people]

shadow and bone rewatch s1e6 while drinking mid-range scotch

I wish I have a face that is as unlined and pretty as Ben Barnes' when I'm 39

Arken you dirty dirty liar

the face Alek is making at his lies that he knows are lies firstly because he knows the art of lying so well and also because he can read people very well

okay Ivan is kind of a bad bitch with his smirk at Arken's lies

alek's eyes narrowing and his little smile when Arken says 'im an entertainer' bitch I love this show

*grabs hand, pulls up sleeve, and discovers Arken's hand is full of marks indicating successful passages through the fold* 'well, that is certainly entertaining' I love this man with all my heart

him screaming is so fucking hot, is that weird for me to say

Nina being the Darkling's spy is quite interesting

Ben giving the Darkling crazy eyes when Arken owns up to his guilt is so cool

also wtf is Arken a fool trying to negotiate with possibly the strongest man in the world

kind of loved the darkness literally eating him

also love Alina learning to use her powers better when she is alone than when she is with anyone else, wish we got to see the cut in this season as per the books, ah can't have everything I guess

the camera pan to Jesper's gun at his side, amazing

god Jessie is literally so beautiful I need to see her bring Alina to the peak of her power so bad

netflix you better renew this series to let the plot run to its completion

HOW THE FUCK DID THEY CAST THE CROWS SO PERFECTLY

INEJ FUCKING TREMBLING JUST THE TINIEST BIT AS SHE BOWS SLIGHTLY TO ALINA SGSHSBSJJSJSSJ MY TWO QUEENS

'And where is my Summoner?' my little Darklina heart ouchie I really wish you hadn't used and manipulated her like this Alek it was incredibly fucked up especially considering you actually caught feelings

'Ivan and I won't fail you' oh Fedyor my baby, my angel, you don't deserve what is coming

Helnik literally recreating Titanic lmao stop this is a joke

I too would jump off the raft if I came to consciousness to see a gorgeous woman with magical powers with her hand on my back

omg but why is ryevost so pretty though

'I know exactly how she felt. The King's soldiers treated me the same way... I'm not myself today.' why must you do this to me, why must you fuel my darklina soulmates agenda idiocy

I don't quite think I have a problem with the Zoya Darkling relationship as much as I have a problem with the line they chose to reveal it to use with.

my drink's over and I don't know if I should have another, considering that it's 7 am

the tenderness with which he looks at Zoya and takes her hand and then when he says 'I shall relax when I have Alina' makes me believe more that the man that is reduced to tears time and again in front of Alina could in fact be the master manipulator I know him to be

god I can't wait for Zoya's character arc

'I speak six languages, it's part of my job' why is Nina literally the fucking coolest

Alina blinding the oprichniki was so hot, I can't wait to see more of her power and her ruthlessness

I know I've said it before but good god is Jessie Mei Li gorgeous

HER LITTLE SMILE AMONGST ALL THE PANIC AS SOON AS SHE SEES MAL, THE AUDACITY OF THIS SHOW TO MAKE ME FEEL THIS WAY

THE SCORE COMING IN AT THE RIGHT MOMENT, THEIR HANDS MEETING, HER SMILE AGAIN DHDHSBSNSNSNSNAN IM IN PAIN

REALLY?! YOU'RE GONNA GO DIRECTLY FROM MALINA TO HELNIK WITH NO CONCERN FOR MY HEART?

I simply cannot get over Calahan's accent lmao it's really funny

'im not afraid of you' he says to the insanely gorgeous girl with magic

HIM HANGING HIS HEAD IN DEFEAT TO INDICATE NINA HAS MADE VALID POINTS YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND I CAN'T BREATHE

'You're just a man. Like all the others.' she says and then forgets her train of thought looking at him as he strips. god I love this

not sleeping all night and then scotch is not a good idea, I think

'I promise not to ravish you' 'I hate the way you talk' her hand on his chest, his hand gripping hers, my fucking heart feels like it's about to explode

good god these shooting locations and sets are so beautiful

Alina throwing the flask at Mal and Mal going 'OI!' I fucking can't, I guess I am a

simp for childhood friends to lovers, give me more of that banter and childhood friend energy, I am thriving

wow it literally seems like they took book! Mal sl*tshaming book! Alina and made show! Alina sl*tshame show! Mal, hmm, interesting

'They would have split us up!' MAL'S LITTLE SMILE AT THIS, and the 'You wrote me letters?' Mal's nod, the Malina yearning stare, the Malina hug, 'thank you for finding me' 'always. I'll always find you.' NO MALINA YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND YOU HAVE MADE ME ABSOLUTELY FUCKING FERAL

I understand they had to split time between my ravkan babies and the crows and that is why there were several aspects that were sort of not reflected on enough but Alina's training at the Little Palace, Alina's cut, Mal's personality, a teensy bit of backstory for the crows, maybe one lockpicking scene from my boy Kaz

random note: we have far too many idols and paintings and pictures and whatnot of Hindu deities in our house apart from the specially designed temple (we are Hindus, so maybe it's not that weird but it's a little weird)

Kaz's cane is a literal star, it's so beautiful my heart wants to explode

'Why would Heleen get the Crow Club?' *literally fucking gets up and walks aways instead of answering the fucking question* I LITERALLY CAN'T BREATHE I'M LOSING MY MIND

'I know that voice' WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO MAKE ME FIGHT FOR PLATONIC SHIPS IN FANDOMS

'We won't starve' omg get you someone who packs food for you when you go on the run together hiding from your ex who wants to capture you and use your powers as a weapon against your consent

Mal looking surprised at her summoning sunlight, Alina looking cautiously at him waiting for him to disapprove or run for the hills in fear or smth like that, 'I'm sorry it took me this long to see you... But I see you now' my dumb little shipper trash heart ouch

they really said we're gonna feed you this part asian couple as the protagonists in this show in 2021 and guess what I'm eating it's really tasty I'm very satisfied as a south asian

NINA'S LITTLE SMILE WHEN MATTHIAS WAKES UP WITH HIS ARM AROUND HER

'I can feel how much you hate sleeping next to me' 👀👀👀 BITCH SAID IMMA SPILL THE TEA AND THEN SHE DID

it's 8 am and guess what I'm getting another drink my parents have c*vid and are in govt qu*r*ntine centres there is nobody to supervise or stop me

I too say 'Why do you have to say things like that?' to my pretty crush when she flirts with me

Nina smiling at Matthias bragging about his conservative ways is my aesthetic

'No, it's not natural for someone to be as stupid as he is tall and yet, oh, there you stand.' MY FUCKING QUEEN

Matthias laughing uncontrollably at Nina saying something which isn't even that funny is a whole ass vibe

Kaz Brekker saying 'The Black General' ooh fuck yeah

YESSSS STEP OUT OF THAT CARRIAGE ALL SEXY BLACK GENERAL

isn't alcohol supposed to like kill germs? well, the amount in my system definitely will

I love my crows so much (always but this time particularly for setting that alarm in the stolen carriage)

ooh Polina recognising Inej by the knife yesss let's go writers

this Ivan Jesper showdown is all I needed from life and yet did not know about

Ivan taking off his cloak was, um, sexier than I wanted it to be

I just realised how thirsty I am going to sound in this post

'Has no one told you that keftas are Fabrikator-made and resistant to bullets, hmm?' 'Oh, I do love a challenge' LITERALLY EVERYTHING

im sorry to be pointing out flaws in a perfect show and adaptation but the line delivery on 'You robbed me of my brother, now I'll rob you of your life' from Polina was kind of weak

'You're a-' *gets knocked out with the back of a gun* LMAO we love the hints

got excited at the prospect of kaz v. zoya until I realised they will not be letting the opportunity of kaz v. darkling pass up

my goodness is Amita Suman a splendid actress

I AM NOT KIDDING WHEN I TELL YOU I SQUEALED WHEN I SAW DARKLES EMERGE OUT OF THE SHADOWS IN FRONT OF MY BABY BOY KAZ

THERE BEING ACTUAL FEAR OR ATLEAST DOUBT ON KAZ'S FACE, THE LITTLE BACK STEPS AS

THE DARKLING WALKS TOWARDS HIM, AAAAH I CAN'T

THE DARKLING STOPPING AT KAZ SAYING 'SHE FLED ON HER OWN' AND THE HINT OF TEARS THAT WE SEE IN HIS EYES

'IT WAS PRETTY CLEAR SHE WASN'T INTERESTED IN BEING A CAPTIVE ANYMORE' YOU TELL HIM, KING

*ACTUAL FUCKING TEARS IN THE DARKLING'S EYES AS THE SHADOWS APPROACH*

NOT ME YOWLING LIKE A HYENA THAT THIS CHILD OUTSMARTED THE MOST POWERFUL MAN IN EXISTENCE WITH A FAKE MAGIC TRICK

'Are you sure you added enough cloves?' literally warranting a wide ass smile from my queen Alina making my entire fucking day

for some reason, no matter how much I push it from my mind, Ben Barnes dressed up as the Darkling, dancing to 'push it' keeps coming to mind, it's absolutely ridiculous

I got somehow distracted with interviews but good things came out of that as it gave my body the time for the booze to kick in

and I would just like to say that I love Leigh for all she has given me

Alina is so fucking compassionate, I have no much love for her. I can feel her guilt and her sorrow as Mal talks of Mikhail and Dubrov

don't particularly like how the stag plotline is woven in, could have been executed better

'You're afraid you might start to like me?' *flaps furs like a bird's wings in frustration*

'I DO like you' my fucking heart you idiots

the sexual tension is so palpable and the moment is so intimate I simply cannot

OMG SHE FUCKING FELL

that moment where you think he might let her fall despite having read the books and he doesn't and he tells her his name I- <3

YOU DARE TRANSITION FROM A HELNIK SCENE TO A KANEJ SCENE YOU REALLY HAVE NO MERCY FOR MY HEART HUH

people have talked about this endlessly but Freddie's little jaw tic after he says Inej because Inej is wounded and he can't physically bring himself to help her I fucking cannot

THE MUSIC PICKING UP AS KAZ LOOKS TO THE DARKLING'S CARRIAGE I CAN'T WITH THIS SHOW ANYMORE

and now for one of my favorite scenes in television and cinematic history, David Kostyk throwing a book at Jesper Fahey without even knowing who he is merely because he opens the door of his carriage and says hello to him before getting knocked out by Kaz Brekker while trying to run away

Immediately followed by another, the scene with David Kostyk raising his finger to put forward his point in front of the Darkling and the Darkling trying to let him know he doesn't have to before obliging is one of my favourite scenes in the world

also sir please stop being devastatingly attractive in your glorious appearance with your face and your black kefta and cloak because all that comes to mind is Ayesha Erotica's Emo Boy and I'm afraid that is terribly inappropriate.

'No, you look great.' *literally looks down from embarrassment or blushing* MALINA RIGHTS?

THE LOOK ON THE DARKLING'S FACE BEFORE HE SAYS 'NO ORDINARY TRACKER, NO ORDINARY GIRL' BITCH IM OUT OF BREATH

'ORPHANS OF KERAMZIN, REUNITED.' 'ADORABLE.' HE FUCKING SNEERED IRL I FUCKING CANNOT

GOD IT'S SO GOOD