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chryblossomjjk · 1 year

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distractions | jjk

⇢ PAIRING: fuckboy!jk x inexperienced reader

⇢ RATING: m/18+

⇢ WC: 1.1k

⇢ WARNINGS: cute couple content, they drop the 'l' word guys, n*pple piercings n sucking bc u know... fixation lmao, v suggestive but no actual sm*t, finger sucking lol, the love is requited :')

⇢ SUMMARY: jungkook agreed to let you do his makeup, but he can't stop getting distracted.

⇢ NOTES: ugh i missed them dearly!! will be putting out more drabbles soon, but i'm currently trying to focus on my other wip!! i haven't posted anything in so long so i wanted to share this with you guys! school n work is hectic i already feel swamped pls be patient with me :') i miss having time for a hobby lmao!! anyways, i hope you enjoy and let me know ur thoughts! love u <3 also apologize if there's any typos or weirdness, this wasn't beta'd!! if you haven't read practice yet, pls read before this!!

⇢ SERIES MASTERLIST

“Kook, look up! How many times do I have to tell you?”

Four months into the relationship and his attention span, or lack thereof, never ceased to amaze you. With a frustrated groan, you place the pointy end of your Sailor Moon brush between your teeth before gripping his chin and turning his wandering gaze back to you.

“Bambi, I’m looking up!” He yell-laughs, doe-eyes wide and sarcastic as they bear into you, equally frustrated. You can already see the concealer you applied just a few minutes ago creasing. Dramatically, he karate chops his tattooed arm towards the ceiling, paralleling your scantily clad frame straddling him. The sudden jump has you shifting against his crotch deliciously. Now’s not the time for fooling around, though. You’re determined to put the cute brush set Jungkook randomly gifted you a few weeks back to good use, starting with giving your sweet boyfriend a full beat. “This is up! What other direction is up?”

What an asshole.

You pop the pink plastic out of your mouth, taking an annoyed chomp out of his annoying fingers. It's playful, of course. You mean, you’ve just got done with a whitening strip, after all…

Jungkook takes the opportunity to shove his digits further past your glossy lips, reaching down just enough to feel your throat constrict, then pulling back. He stares up at you with the cheesiest fucking grin, clearly pleased with himself.

“You’re mean,” you cough, wiping the drool at the corners of your mouth with the back of your hand.

“No you,” he counters, pinching your cheek patronizingly. “I love you, though.”

One month into the lovey-dovey phase of the relationship; that one where the initial butterflies fly away and you’re left feeling like ‘wow, maybe this is a forever sort of thing,’ and you still feel lightheaded every time Jungkook murmurs those three words.

“I love you, too,” you coo, reaching down to adjust his teddy-bear headband. Jungkook’s been growing his hair out. This was his last semester and he was determined to go out with a bang. For whatever reason, he had decided that bang was a mullet. You remember how confused you were when he showed up at your dorm at 3am, drunk off Fireball and excitement, asking you to cut his hair. You thought the request was outlandish and foolish, but you did it anyway, in your bathroom with eyebrow scissors. It came out a teeny bit crooked, and a tiny bit choppy, but Jungkook loved it, staring at his reflection with a big bunny smile and starry eyes. “But baby, this-” you tap on the headboard behind him, “-is up.”

He squints his eyes in defiance before complying. Ah, you’ve trained him well. A very good boy, indeed.

You’ve spoken, or thought, too soon, because after a few swipes of the plush bristles, a high-pitched ‘Appa!’ from your phone, leaning against your Kuromi makeup bag on the nightstand beside you, draws his dark pupils back to the cartoon.

“That’s it,” you huff like an overwhelmed mother of three, yanking the device out of his sight. “Say goodbye to Aang. You’ve lost your Avatar: The Last Airbender privileges.”

“C’mon, seriously?” He laughs while lunging forward, attempting to wrestle the phone out of your grasp. Giggling wildly, you toss it on the pink shag rug below you, out of his reach. The movement almost sends you toppling over. Luckily, Jungkook wraps an arm around your waist to keep you steady. “Bambi, you know I’m easily distracted.”

“But you said I could do your makeup,” you pout, batting your lashes at him.

“I know, I-”

“Don’t touch!” You shriek, preventing him from rubbing his eye.

“Sorry, sorry,” he apologizes through a chuckle, holding his hands by his head in defense. “Maybe I…” You deadpan him as his eyes scan around the room before, not so subtly, landing on your chest. Cocking his head, he tuts his tongue and grips the hem of your shirt. Shamelessly, he stuffs the nearly transparent material into your mouth, exposing your bare breasts. “There, just like that,” he whispers, warm palms grazing up your torso to cup them, thumbs grazing over your little diamond heart jewelry. You gasp at the touch. “You know, I still can’t believe you actually got ‘em’.” Neither could you, honestly, but if there was one thing Jungkook has taught you, it’s that sometimes, you need to step out of your comfort zone. Take risks. Especially when it results in the cutest little nipple piercings. “So fucking sexy…”

You feel his forming bulge poking against you. God, do you want him. But even Jungkook’s dick couldn’t derail you from the mission at hand. Raising an eyebrow, you lift up the makeup brush.

The tits really seem to keep him preoccupied. With a hand on his cheek, you feel his mouth hollowing, sucking your nipple gingerly as you lean over him and fill in his thick brows. Obviously, it’s a bit hard to focus. Every now and then, you have to tug his hair to redirect his nibbles back down to soft licks.

“Okay,” you announce, letting the shirt fall from your candy-coated lips and sitting up, “what color?”

Out of the entire thirty-pan rainbow eyeshadow palette you’re holding up for him, he lazily points to the darkest shade in the top color. His favorite color, of course; black. You should’ve known. Your lips scrunch to the side in contemplation. Jungkook would look so yummy with a smokey eye.

So you blend and blend away with blacks, whites, and grays. Shockingly, your boyfriend manages to stay still throughout the entire process. You’re proud of him, really. He’ll definitely get rewarded afterward. And you were right, the final product is absolutely delectable.

“Baby, your eyelashes are stunning!” You swoon. “And the smokey-eye looks so so so good with your eye shape.”

Silence.

“Jungkook?” You lean forward, gripping his shoulders and shaking softly. Nothing but the sound of faint snores reaches your ears. The little fuck fell asleep. No wonder why he’s been so good. You laugh in disbelief, picking your phone off the floor and snapping a few pictures to show him in the morning. Reaching into your drawer, you take out a couple makeup wipes and start cleaning him up. You loathe makeup wipes and only keep them for emergencies, but Jungkook looks so peaceful that you can’t bring yourself to wake him.

Next, you snuggle beside him with a spare blanket, unable to yank your comforter out from under his thick, muscular thighs. He stirs when you gently pull off his headband. “I love you…” he mumbles, still half asleep. It’s as if the emotion is so ingrained in his subconscious that they bubble to the surface, even when he’s sleepy and incoherent.

And you feel the same exact way.

“I love you, Jungkook. Goodnight.”

#bts #bts x reader #bts smut #jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook series #jungkook fic #jungkook drabble #bangtan #jungkook scenario #jungkook one shot #jungkook imagine #bts imagine #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you

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jade-of-mourning · 4 months

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listen the idea of lin & mako having history pre-canon is the funniest shit to me ever idk why it's just funny especially seeing how their relationship casually evolves throughout the series

edit: i wrote this before getting around to rewatch and i drastically failed in my characterization of lin please forgive me

There's a ratty kid running messages in the middle of a busted underground drug transaction. He gets arrested with the rest of the participants who didn’t scram fast enough and is taken to the station — where he promptly escapes his juvenile cell before he can get pulled in for interrogation. Lin knows his type, thin-faced with eyes older than their body, and she hopes that this is the last she sees of him, because she hates having to deal with kids involved in crime.

Two months later, she's on the night patrol when she runs onto the scene of a Triad raid. There's a small firebender wielding flame and settling the building ablaze, stark against the black sky; she makes eye contact with him and realizes that it's that ratty, slippery kid who had been running messages. As more officers arrive on the scene and quell the flames, she snatches him before he can flee with the rest. He's snarling sparks and biting at air with his teeth, kicking his feet viciously in an attempt to escape the metal cables wrapped around his body, and she hauls him into the station and sits his ass down in the interrogation room, where he gets his first mugshot taken and she fills out the paperwork to send him back to an orphanage. A few days later, she reads an offhand report that a kid’s run away.

She doesn't see him again until a year later in the aftermath of a violent robbery, this time hauled in the back of a getaway car that their pursuers don't catch. There's a woman lying in water with smoke coming off her body, and Lin can see the lichtenberg figures crawling over her skin.

They're on a stakeout on a warehouse when he fires lightning through the window, shattering glass. Lin's yelling orders and fighting off a triad of gangsters, and as whips her cables around the last man, she turns around to see the now-teenager whipping lightning through her officers' metal suits and kicking flames through the air. He spits in her face when she captures him in earth and breaks away the back to cuff his hands and calls her the worst of 'em all, the mighty fuckin' Chief of Police herself. He's sitting in the interrogation room with his hands bound to the table and infinitely subdued, dead silent under the weight of her gaze, meeting her eyes with a hard dirty gold edge. His face is still thin and young the way it'd been years ago, bones still jutting out of his cheeks, hair chopped unevenly and falling across his brow. You must be close to Zolt, to have learned lightning to any level of proficiency, let alone been taught, she says to him, and he scowls and hisses like a feral pygmy-puma and doesn't speak a word. His second mugshot gets stored in his growing file. She learns from other subjects of interrogation that he's Zolt's project and intended successor should he survive long enough, learns of their general resentment towards him. Someone still busts him out of jail by the next night.

He's way too involved in the underground for anyone's liking. He's Zolt's protege and he's constantly involved in raids and exchanges and assaults. He's often the last one fighting off several officers until he's captured by Lin, the warehouse scenario playing out over and over again: he's shooting lightning and spitting fire and fighting viciously until his blood is in his eyes, absolutely wild without reservation. He vomits insults at the police out of his mouth while driven to the station, curses them for the lack of care the world's ever shown towards him and his brother. Every time he ends up in a jail cell and the guards look away for a minute, he's managed to slip away, a slippery bastard eel-shark. He quits his silence, tears into her and her job over interrogation rooms in handcuffs and still escapes despite it all. (He even manages to snatch the blasted red scarf out of her office while on the way out. What the fuck.) He's got nearly half a dozen mugshots accumulated in his folder at the station, each one documenting his eyes darkening to a harder gold, the growth of bruises around his neck, evidence of his increasing inability to fill out his skin.

And then he vanishes. At first she doesn't notice, but his absence becomes more evident as Zolt's work begins showing up with increasing frequency rather than his favorite errand-runner. She doesn't really give a shit about the little asshole fire-spitting punk who'd only caused trouble while running with the triads, a notable accomplice in harassing the city for the past four years — but she also can't help but wonder what happened to him. No body ever turns up and she eventually forgets about him; crime never stops.

Imagine her fucking surprise when three years later, he's suddenly best friends with an even more asshole fire-spitting punk: the Avatar. She sees him in the City Hall when she comes to assert her support for the pro-bending arena, doesn't register who he is until he turns in surprise and narrows his eyes at her, familiar in the cold fire behind them. She realizes that he’s the Mako she’s been hearing on the radio, the rapidly rising star of the sport. She also doesn’t get the chance to address any of this madness before Tenzin drags her aside, and then the world moves too fast for her to figure out how the fuck he’s involved in this mess. She sees him fight now and she knows that he knows she knows, but they don't acknowledge it at all because there's too much more at stake. His voice is still low and scratchy, but it's now carefully articulate, no sign of vicious vitriol and derision that had once spilled from his lips, just reservation and consideration.

Their non-interaction lasts until after the entire Amon ordeal is (somewhat) resolved and her bending is restored. She confronts him, grudgingly acknowledges his role in saving the city, then flatly declares that she doesn't trust him for shit. He glares her down for a moment before the familiar fire fades from his eyes and his shoulders slump ever so slightly. He says that he’s trying to be a better man now, that he cares deeply for the people around him now, that he doesn’t ever want to turn back to who he was forced to have been because it was never who he wanted to be. She tells him that she can’t let him go unanswered for his crimes from when he was younger; he begs her to not ruin everything that he’s worked so hard to make for himself. It’s unexpected for all that she thought she knew of him, the desperation open on a face no longer carved by starvation.

And Lin knows in her heart that he’s trying. She can see it in the way he looks at Korra like she cradles the sun in her palms, the way he puts his hand on his brother’s shoulder and opens his arm to embrace, the way he talks to the Sato girl with softened edges and keeps his eyes on her face, not her pockets. But she can’t trust that trying of itself is enough. It comes to her: she needs to keep an eye on him, and he needs a stable job (— kids like him who’ve managed to crawl out of the gutter are always on the hunt for one after all, despite how rarely they find it).

So she offers him an application for the force, tells him that she’ll turn a blind eye to his past if performs this service under her watch. She admits he’s got a good head on his shoulders, that he’s a good fighter — she would know —, and states that if he’s truly so determined to do right, then he should be extending that to the city as well. He looks at her and asks, Do I really have a choice?

She looks at him wryly, raises an eyebrow. I don’t have much of a choice myself, now do I? she tells him.

other random mako-related tumblr writings i did: x / x

this is also kind of the only way i can picture mako joining the rpcd initially, because it actually makes no sense to me lmfao. how he got involved, that is. like i can definitely see him being super passionate about it and ultimately coming to enjoy working for this fictional police force, probably finding some kind of self-appointed redemption for himself as a kid, but also how did this get started in the first place. consider me baffled.

… i kinda wanna write a oneshot on this now. oops. goddamnit </3

spat this out in maybe two hours cuz i thought it was funny. i'm still writing That Fic, it's almost 10k long somehow and i think i need to delete about half of it, but we'll see lmfaooo

also here's a wip on him i started that i may or may not ever finish

#lychee's brain trash #mako tlok #mako lok #lin beifong #this is basically a shitpost i always forget i can do that on tumblr

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thesweetnessofspring · 5 months

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Do we know what happens to the pearl at the end of Mockingjay ? I know she doesn't really need it now that they grow back together and Peeta is actually here in 12 but I feel like this is something she would keep, right ?

Hi nonny!

We don't know for sure what happens to the pearl. As far as I can remember, the last time it's mentioned is when Katniss puts the key to Peeta's handcuffs in her pocket, where it clinks against the pearl.

So knowing that Katniss sustains burns on her body from the bombs, it's likely either it perished or got lost in the fire (which for fanfiction, I am more than happy to ignore).

I know this isn't a prompt, but this question gave me an idea, so do you mind if I share?

I can feel Peeta's fury burn into me as my prep team comes to adjust my make-up. It's different than early in his hijacking. He's not attacking me or set off by the sight of my face. He loathes what I just did, the monstrosity I released in the world.

Peeta is escorted out the door by Peacekeepers in their white uniforms and the absence of his gaze removes some of the numbness I feel. The only thing that has the power to hurt me now is what I lost with him. What we might have had, if not for Snow.

Will he understand? I wonder. He's already thought the worst of me and it will be easier for him if he continues to hate me. Still, as the final bit of powder is brushed on my face, I grab Venia by the wrist. Venia, who has been the strongest.

"Venia," I say. "When you see Peeta again, will you please give him this from me?"

The pearl I'd been rolling in my fingers for months now finds their way into Venia's hand, her fingernails unpainted but shaped and buffed.

"You can give it to him yourself," Venia says.

"I think you'll see him sooner than I will," I say.

And although strong and capable, Venia is still a little too airheaded to understand what this means. But I'd always intended to return the pearl to Peeta after my death. I may never undo the hate Snow put into him, but I can still give him one last gift. To let him know what he meant to me.

ii.

I've never been to the visiting room before. Haymitch is caught up in legal battle after legal battle for both Katniss and myself, and there's no one left in the Capitol who would bother coming to see me. Not hijacked Peeta, unstable and dangerous.

In a plush velvet armchair, a spindly woman with gold tattoos over her eyebrows and hair that has been chopped to her chin with aqua ends sits perched on the edge like a bird. It takes me a minute to place who she is. Someone from Katniss's prep team, though I'm not sure what her name is.

The woman stands up as I come in, nervously looking at the nurse who closes the door.

"It's all right," I say. "There are cameras here. It isn't as private as they like to pretend it to be."

But what really is private here in the Capitol anyway?

"I'm not sure if you remember me," the woman says. "I'm Venia, I'm--"

"Part of Katniss's prep team," I say.

She gives a shaky smile. "That's right. I would have come sooner, but I'd hoped circumstances would change."

"Thank you for coming," I say.

"I have something for you," she says and draws from around her side a purse so small, I think only a rock could fit inside.

"I don't need anything," I try to refuse.

"I promised Katniss I would get it to you," Venia says. "I promised her before...it all happened."

Venia sticks her forefinger and thumb into the small opening of her purse and draws out an iridescent pearl the size of a pea. Sometimes, something I come across is familiar to me, even if I don't remember it. This pearl strikes me with this same familiarity, and I know if Katniss wanted me to have it, then it must have been important.

Venia walks over to me and drops the pearl in the palm of my hand.

"I'd hoped I could give it back to her," Venia says. "But I'm not sure if that will be possible now."

"Thank you," I say, closing my fist around the pearl.

Venia's crying silent tears now. "I hope you two get to see each other again."

After she leaves, the nurses inspect the pearl as to whether or not I'll get to keep it in my room. It's determined that, even if I swallowed it, it's small enough not to choke me, and poses no other danger.

In my room at night, I roll the pearl between my fingers, brush my lips against it. Think of the girl who in what she thought would be her last moments, found someone to deliver this pearl to me. The girl still on trial, who I might never see alive.

One night, the memory comes back. If you put enough pressure on coals, it turns into pearls!

I laugh out loud, the first laugh I've had in a long while. And it unlocks a derangement in me and I laugh until my stomach aches and tears drip down my cheeks.

My pearl, my girl, I think as the laughter subsides. I'm going to give it back to her someday.

iii.

A soft knock sounds at my door, followed by Peeta's gentle voice calling my name. I don't answer. I don't move. Whatever improvement I've been through these past six weeks are gone now.

Peeta opens the door a crack, peering in and making eye contact where I lay on the bed. He pushes the door open more and then treads with his heavy step across the carpet and sits down on the floor by my pillow.

"Bad day?" he asks.

I nod. It's my birthday. My first birthday without her. I had only cared about a birthday as much as it brought me to the end of being of reaping age. Now it doesn't matter. She won't be getting any older. When her birthday comes in a couple of weeks, she'll stay thirteen.

"I have a present for you," Peeta says. "I haven't been sure when to give this to you, so I thought now would be as good of a time as any."

He's piqued my curiosity enough that I sit up in bed and scoot over to make room for him. He settles so the sides of our bodies touch, a perfect line from leg to hip to shoulder.

"I don't see anything," I say. His hands are empty, and I start to doubt him.

Then his hand goes into his left breast pocket and he withdraws from it our pearl. Our fingers brush as I pick it up and hold it out. In the room with my shades drawn, its shine is dulled and its color dark. But I know once I go out, its brilliance will be captured once more, the pink and cloudy blue shifting as I roll it between my fingers.

"I gave that pearl to you in the Quell," Peeta says. "Real or not real?"

"Real."

"Coal can turn into pearls, real or not real?" But by his smile, I know this one is a joke.

"Real," I say, teasing him back. "I think that one is definitely real."

#anon ask #everlark #everlark fanfiction #hopefully you're okay with me giving my answer this way nonny

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crowsandturtlesandbatsohmy · 21 days

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Project: Give the Rise Boys a Mom

basically I was minding my own business a while back when I got the idea to make an AU where the boys had a mom growing up as well as Splinter.

So I made an OC. Her name is Araminta, but she goes by Mint. She’s a curly-haired mouse and she’s the boys’ mom.

She has zero impact on the plot because we all know nothing can stop these boys from causing/getting into chaos. She’s just there to be a stable adult presence in their lives.

anyways here’s a couple snippets of her and the boys interacting.

————————————————- “Oh Mother Dearest! It is I, your favorite child.”

Mint looked up from her book. “Donnie, you know I don’t have favorites.”

Donnie pouted. “Funniest child?”

“Donnie.” Mint gave him a pointed look.

“Dejected sigh. Fine. It is I, Donatello, your not favorite child.” A pause, and Donnie’s eyes narrowed. “Who took my spot? Because if it was Leo he stole the last of the pudding cups and didn’t tell anyone.”

Mint rolled her eyes affectionately. “Did you need something Donniecule, or are you just digging for nonexistent clues about my nonexistent favorite child?”

“One day I shall prove you have a favorite and that said favorite is me, but alas, this is not a research visit.”

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“Oh Mamá!”

“Mom-Mom!”

Mint looked up from the pot of soup she was stirring as Leo and Mikey raced into the room.

“Mom-Mom, Leo and I had this idea—“

Leo clamped a hand over Mikey’s mouth. “I’m explaining it, I’m the face man and it was my idea!” He looked up at Mint. “So Mamá, I had this great idea— Yeuck!” Leo cut himself off and shook his hand, then wiped it off on Mikey’s shoulder. “Really? We’re that immature now?”

Mikey gave Leo a smug grin, then turned back to Mint. “As I was saying, we had this idea! There’s an abandoned skatepark on the outskirts of the city and there’s never anyone there!”

“Yeah, we’ve been staking the place out for like a month now and no one’s ever been there! So we were thinking, why not have a family picnic at the abandoned skate park? Then we can show off our moves and have dinner and be outside!”

Donnie, who had quietly been cutting vegetables the entire time, spoke up. “So that’s where you’ve been sneaking off to. Don’t think I haven’t noticed that you both disappear at the same time for roughly two hours every day.”

“Why didn’t you just use your trackers and figure it out?” Leo folded his arms across his chest. “Since we know you put them on us.”

“What? No! I most certainly did…n’t. Put trackers on you. That does not sound like something I would do.” He turned back to the carrots. “You must be mistaken.”

Mint shook her head in exasperation at the twins, then met Mikey’s gaze. “You’re sure there’s no one around?”

“Positive!”

“Did you check for cameras?”

Mikey and Leo grew silent and turned to look at each other.

“No,” Mikey said at last, turning back to Mint.

“I did.”

All three of them turned to look at Donnie, who slid his precisely chopped carrots off the board and into a bowl of other carrot slices.

“Raph and I followed you there once. I made sure there weren’t any cameras. It’s safe.”

“Hey!” Leo pointed an accusing finger at Donnie. “Then what was that remark about finding out where we were going for?”

“Ensuring that you both know I was aware of your being gone the entire time. You’re not sneaky.”

“I don’t need to be sneaky to wipe that smug grin off your face!” Leo lunged towards Donnie.

Mint caught him with her tail. “Let’s not do that while Donnie’s holding a knife, hm?”

“Evil chuckle,” Donnie said quietly.

“Donnie, that does not mean you have permission to stab your brother.”

Donnie paused and cocked his head, metaphorical gears turning. “Which one?”

“Any of them.”

Donnie’s sharpie eyebrows drew together and he stuck his tongue out in disappointment as he turned back to the carrots.

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So that’s Mint :) I might drop some more snippets featuring her every once in a while.

#crow’s cawing #Mint Hamato #Rottmnt au #I fell in love with the idea of each boy having their own special way of referring to their mom #Leo’s is Mamá #Mikey’s is Mom-Mom #Donnie’s is Mother #And then Raph (who has yet to be seen because I struggle to write him) calls her Ma #Please be nice #I might be cringe but I’m having fun

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masterbaiting · 11 months

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“so now, i have to step into your shoes, but after you've shat in them?” “ollie, look at me. i'm not pulling anything out of a magic hat. the rabbits have fallen to pieces, their fucking heads are coming off and frightening the kids. so somebody else is going to have to help out.” “well, who says i even want to be you, malcolm?” “who says that? nobody says that. except every screaming atom of that etiolated stick of fuck you call a body says that. every fibre of your being, every stamen... says that. but you are not me, ollie. no. and you never will be me. i knew malcolm f tucker, sir. and you are not malcolm fucking tucker. you're not even fucking manchester's top malcolm tucker tribute band. and trying to be me, you? trying to be me will fucking kill you. i give you 18 months before you're a washed-out, weeping alcoholic with no fucking bladder control. sleeping on your brother-in-law's sofa.” “and so on and so on, it doesn't have to be like that now, malcolm, politics has actually changed.” “oh?” “right. yeah, yeah. and you probably haven't noticed because you've been on transmit for the last fucking eight years, waa-waa-waa-waa-waa! and whilst you've been doing that, everybody else has been changing, and it's all a bit softcore now, it's all a bit algorithms now. you don't have to be malcolm tucker to sit in that chair.” “oh, how quickly they grow up. you fucking think you know me?” “well, yeah. yeah, i know you.” “you know jackie fucking chan about me. you know fuck all about me! i am totally beyond the realms of your fucking tousle-haired, fucking dim-witted compre-fucking-hension. i don't just take this fucking job home, you know. i take this job home, it fucking ties me to the bed, and it fucking fucks me from arsehole to breakfast. then, it wakes me up in the morning with a cup full of piss slammed in my face, slaps me about the chops, to make sure i'm awake enough so it can kick me in the fucking bollocks. this job has taken me in every hole in my fucking body. malcolm is gone, you can't know malcolm, because malcolm is not here! malcolm fucking left the building fucking years ago! this is a fucking husk. i am a fucking host for this fucking job. do you want this job?” “yeah.” “yes, you do fucking want this job. then, you're going to have to fucking swallow this whole fucking life and let it grow inside you like a parasite. getting bigger and bigger and bigger until it fucking eats your insides alive and it stares out of your eyes and tells you what to do.”

#like. like #i was sitting there with my hands over my mouth. i watched that shit three times consecutively #shut up ulrike #the thick of it #olliemalcolm #sidenote the only time i saw his nickname in show (on stewart's whiteboard) it was spelt olly. i guess he might not have had the intel tho #olicolm #malcolm tucker #oliver reeder #ttoi #my ttoi posts #popular

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candycandy00 · 1 year

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The Pirate and the Mermaid - A Shigaraki x Reader Fic Part 3

Final part! Any feedback or comments would be greatly appreciated!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Smut. 18+. Rough sex. Bondage. AU. Shigaraki is a pirate captain. Reader is a mermaid he caught.

After Tomura leaves, you fall asleep in the tub, emotionally and physically drained. You’re not sure how long you were asleep, but when you wake up, you notice a plate sitting on the side of the tub. It has several slices of citrus fruit on it. Did Tomura bring this to you? He must have. You smile to yourself as you eat the slices, reveling in the delicious taste.

Just as you eat the last slice, you hear voices from the hall. One of them is Tomura. The other is the older man who had called you beautiful and wanted to release you.

“You can’t hand her over to them,” the man is saying, “you know what they’ll do to her.”

There’s a brief pause, then you hear Tomura say, “No, I don’t know what they’ll do. I didn’t ask.”

“I can tell you,” the older man says. “They‘ll either chop her up so they can study her corpse, or keep her alive and experiment on her. Either way, that sweet, beautiful creature will know nothing but pain and torment.”

“What do you want me to do?” Tomura demands, his voice sounding sad, almost desperate. “We need that gold! Hana is almost out of medicine. I can’t keep pushing the men to work and steal only to give everything to me while they practically starve!”

There’s another pause, then the older man replies in a softer, gentler tone. “The men understand, lad. They all want to help Hana too. Most of them watched her grow up. Let’s find another way to get the gold.”

“I can’t risk it,” Tomura says, sounding tired. “I can’t give up a solid source of gold. Not when Hana’s life is at stake.”

The conversation ends there, leaving you feeling conflicted and confused. Who is Hana? She’s obviously someone important to Tomura. And he needs the gold to help her.

You can’t fall back to sleep after that. There’s too much to think about. So you’re wide awake when Tomura and two of his men come in to hang you back up. It’s a familiar process to you now, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less.

The two men leave first, and Tomura lingers, looking at you, then at the empty plate sitting on the floor. The men had moved it there before dragging the tub away from you.

“Thank you for the fruit,” you say while you still have some strength.

He nods, then looks at the floor, as if he doesn’t want to meet your eyes.

“Who is Hana?” you ask, deciding to have this conversation before you get too weak.

Tomura’s eyes widen, but he still looks away from your face. “So you heard? I thought you were asleep.”

You don’t reply, saving your oxygen for when he answers your question.

He sighs and sits down on the box nearby. He runs a hand through his hair and says, “Hana is my sister.”

“And she’s… sick?”

He nods. “She has a rare disease that makes daily life painful. She has to take medicine every day just to tolerate it. But this medicine comes at a high cost.” He looks at you, then his eyes shift to the floor. “A few months ago she ran out of medicine. The pain was so unbearable that she tried to throw herself off a cliff.”

You feel a stab of pain in your heart upon hearing this. You can’t imagine something that horrible happening to someone in your family. But if it did? And you found a way to help them in any way? You’re not sure what you’d be willing to do.

“I’m… sorry,” you say, feeling your voice growing weaker.

He glances at you, then looks down again. It’s as if he’s uncomfortable talking about such personal matters. “Hana is the only family I have. Our parents died when we were young. An old pirate captain took us in, paid for Hana’s schooling, taught me to be a pirate, and even gave this ship to me right before he died. But I’ve used up everything he left me trying to pay for Hana’s medicine and keep the men fed. I’m at the end of my rope.”

You think for a moment, then come to a decision. “You can… sell me,” you say, and he looks up sharply before you continue. “Don’t… feel guilty.”

He stands up suddenly, the box loudly scraping the floor. His face looks troubled. “If you heard us talking in the hall then you must have heard the rest of it. The people I’m going to sell you to will kill you, or worse.”

“Still,” you tell him, meeting his gaze, “I want to help.”

For a moment his face twists in pain and frustration. “Why are you always so-“

He stops himself and turns toward the door, putting his hand on the knob. He stands there for a moment, as if warring with himself over something.

“Tomura?” you ask in a small voice.

There’s a pause where time seems to stand still. Tomura doesn’t move or make a sound. And then, all at once, he whirls around and rushes back to you, wrapping his arms around you, crushing his lips into yours.

His kiss is fiery, full of yearning, and his hands move over your body, mapping out every inch. Then he’s slipping off his unbuttoned shirt and unbuckling his belt. When he opens his pants and pulls his cock free, you stare at it in wonder. It’s such a lovely shape, you wish your hands were free so you could touch it.

He lifts your thighs so that they’re wrapped around his hips, and holds your body up with strong hands. You can feel his tip pressing at your entrance. Your arms are still tied above your head. He can do anything he wants to you and you’re helpless to stop him, but he hesitates, watching your reaction. His face is flushed, his eyes glimmering with desire.

You squirm in his grip, trying to press yourself against him. “Please, Tomura… take me!”

In answer to your plea, he pushes himself into you. You gasp, feeling just how big human males are. You’ve been wet from the moment he started kissing and groping you, but it’s still a painful stretch. Maybe merfolk and humans are not meant to mate with each other. But it doesn’t matter. You’ll endure anything to be closer to him, to feel him inside you.

After a minute, you realize Tomura isn’t moving. His voice is strained and breathy as he says, “I’m only halfway in. I can try to stay here and-“

“No!” you cry out, feeling like you’ve just used up all your oxygen. “Please, I want you deeper!”

His eyes shine as a grin spreads across his face. “As you wish.”

He thrusts up into you at the same time that he loosens his grip on you, so that gravity pulls you further down onto his cock. In your mind, you imagine a spear ramming up into you, and you cry out in pain, clenching your entire body. You hear Tomura groan, then he buries his face in your neck, kissing you and then lightly biting your throat.

Your legs are tightly wrapped around him, keeping you balanced. Your cries shift to moans as he slowly thrusts in and out of you, taking his time to find a rhythm that pleases you. With the position of your bodies, you slightly above him and your own weight pressing you down, he can reach so deeply into you that it feels like he’s filling your entire torso.

He reaches one hand down between your writhing bodies to find your clit with his fingers. He knows exactly how to touch you by now, exactly how to turn your moans into gasps and shudders.

“Tomura,” you say, breathing out his name with all your strength, “I love you! I… I’ve always… loved you!”

He lifts his face from your neck to look you in the eyes, and then he’s kissing your mouth again, his tongue swirling around yours. When he breaks the kiss, you draw in a shaky breath. He thrusts harder into you and you cry out again. “Ahhh! So… deep!”

You climax minutes later with tears in your eyes, your body sore and exhausted. Tomura continues his thrusts a little while longer, now having to use both hands to hold you, as your weakened legs have dropped from his waist. Then, his body tenses against yours and you feel his hot seed shoot into your depths. He holds you in place for a few more minutes, making sure he’s completely emptied himself inside you, then he slowly releases you.

You whine at the pain in your arms as your weight pulls down on them again, and you clench your thighs to try to keep Tomura’s cum from leaking out.

Tomura pants for a moment, staring at you, and then picks up a bucket of water and splashes it on you. He watches the water drip down your body as he buckles his belt.

“We’ll be docking tomorrow,” he says, his voice suddenly cold. “The buyer will be waiting there.”

With that, he leaves the room again. You hang limply, too tired to be frightened. You’ve accepted your fate already. At least some good will come of all this. Tomura’s sister will be helped.

For the first time, you fall asleep while hanging up.

You’re not sure how much time has passed when Tomura wakes you up. He’s alone, and the tub is nowhere in sight. Is it not time yet?

He moves closer to you, and you realize he has his knife in one hand. Without a word he reaches up and cuts you free, catching you in his arms before you hit the floor. He eases the both of you down to a sitting position, with you cradled in his lap. He cuts the rope from your wrists, letting them separate at last. You examine your wrists, wincing in pain. They’re bloody and bruised. Tomura glances at then and quickly looks away.

You look at him with questioning eyes, not sure if you have enough oxygen to speak. Have you already docked? Is the buyer waiting? Is this the last moment you’ll have with him?

He stands up, pulling you up with him and into his arms. “I can’t do it,” he says, his voice quiet. “I can’t lose you.”

Before you can reply, he carries you out of the room and down the hall, then up the steps to the deck. That’s when you realize it’s still nighttime. The sky is black, full of glowing stars and a silver half moon. You haven’t seen the sky in days, and to you it looks magnificent. The breeze feels warm on your skin. You can smell the sea so strongly, you can almost taste the water. It makes tears come to your eyes. You didn’t realize how badly you’d missed it all.

Tomura carries you to the side of the deck and stops, just holding you. “You can make it back to your home from here, right?”

“Yes, but… why?”

He looks at you sadly. “I’ve searched for you since that day you saved me. Somewhere deep down, I’ve always known you were watching me, waiting for me. Now that I’ve found you, I can’t give you up.”

Tears are leaking down your face. “But… what about… Hana?”

“I’ll find some other way to get the gold.”

You wrap your arms around his neck. “Will we… see each other… again?”

He smiles then. “I travel the waters around your home often. I’ll be sure to cast a net every time, in case you feel like being caught by me again.”

You smile back and lean in to kiss him again. It’s a warm, gentle kiss. Then, with no more words needing to be spoken, he lifts you out over the side of the ship, and drops you into the water.

The sea is dark, but merfolk have exceptional night vision. You feel your strength returning as your gills draw in water, and within minutes you’re swimming away at top speed. Back to your family, back to your home.

You only stop once to look back. You can just barely see the silhouette of the dark ship against the moonlight. And though you know it’s impossible, you think you see the shape of the ship’s captain, watching you swim away.

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bellybiologist · 5 months

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Tallying up the Year

I hope you guys' december (which is almost over already, wtf) is going/has gone well! 2024 is upon us.

This christmas weekend, I mostly found myself thinking about how this year went, and honestly? despite all the things I haven't gotten to do, I still managed to accomplish quite a lot.

Me typing this rambly post out is less anything anyone needs to read, but more to remind myself of Things That Got Done™ than anything else because sometimes... I forget I do be getting shit done! And it's important we remind ourselves of the work we do.

The Things That got Done™

I advocated for my own Health. I scheduled (and went to!) so many doctor and dental appointments this year, holy shit. But, if the last few years have taught me anything, I simply have to put in the effort. I got my colon mostly sorted out, started a new regimen for my skin and hair (after chopping it off) so I'm feeling better, schedule an appointment with the optometrist in January, and even got lots of issues with my teeth fixed. Granted, our broken medical system made it incredibly stressful, and i spent thousands of dollars on the latter that I will be paying off til next july BUT!!!! This section is about the good things.

Started Streaming Again! I've been missing streaming since I stopped way back in I believe 2020. It was a fun way to interact with followers and supporters, so I'm glad I'm back to it on a regular schedule, with many of the old regulars still joining me while I work. Speaking of which:

I finished 43 total stream doodles. While I'm only filling a handful a month, it's definitely adding up! 40+ boys in the span of 5 months is nothing to scoff at, and that's not even considering that I'm doing this alongside normal patreon work.

I finished 39 total commissions this year. I'm definitely still going quite slowly, and I thank everyone who has been extraordinarily patient thus far, but I'm happy to say that my pace has been decent... at least relative to previous years. I got more done in the last 5 months than i did in the roughly year and a half period before 2023!

Replaced SEVERAL appliances that broke down. My computer moniter, my microwave, my refrigerator... all failed on my this year, and it took some work, but I finally managed to get them all replaced! So far, everything is working fine, but next on my agenda is to save up for a new desktop. This one I use for work has been at it since 2017, and it's about time to look into upgrading.

My Google Drive is Looking Nice. It's still not perfect, but I'm still immensely proud of how it's shaping up. There's still some curating of older pieces to do, but I've found a stride where I'm regularly updating it for people to peruse.

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Now despite these W's, I still got a long way to go. The things below could be considered resolutions for 2024, but that feels cursed to call them that. They are simply:

Things I Want to GET Done

Adding more YCH Figures. I was definitely expecting to have more to choose from by this point. And I really need to update some of the older ones too, because I think they've aged poorly. I got some neat suggestions and hopefully will find some time this week to showcase them in my discord to collect some feedback before releasing them.

Do more involved pieces/projects. I want to do more things like Comics, or simply pieces that I work on over the course of several sittings, ones where I can experiment and fiddle and practice!!! I rarely ever get to do that these days (I've only finished a few Big Personal Pieces this year), and I need to find time and energy to do them more because those are the things that truly make me feel like I grow as an artist. (and maybe I can find a shading style I actually fucking tolerate.). I also want to get more OC development and stuff done too, cuz I really didn't draw my children a whole lot this year!

Make more fucking Money!!!!! Let's not kid ourselves. I want to get to a point where I'm not just barely meeting the monthly quota. How to get there? I don't know, honestly. Things are so very stacked against artists right now, so it really does feel like the only thing that can be done is Not Give Up. Which I won't do. If/when I go down, I'm making it everyone else's problem. Trust. 😏

Save up to Visit the Boyfriend. I haven't seen him since January 2022! Big goal is to be comfortable enough to where I can fly my ass up there and smooch him. 👏🏽

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I won't lie, i'm going into 2024 quite anxious and still scraping by by the skin of my teeth (that I'm still paying for). It's going to be a BIG year cuz oh boy, it's election year, there's plenty of family developments i gotta keep an eye on and work to be a part of... not to mention all the horrible stuff going on still (free palestine!).

Here's hoping shit goes our way this coming year! And let's get ,more strikes going so everyone is getting their fucking money!!! :V

#verzi rambles #god 2024 is a BIG year for lots of reasons

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lilyoffandoms · 7 months

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Crimes Drabble - Trystan x MC

For the lovely @starsarewithinme as part of the @choicesfandomappreciation event. Happy trick or treating, my dear! Hopefully this makes up for the last one 😅

Warnings & A/N: No warnings. Just fluff I imagine happening immediately after book one. Did this is the style I’ve been experimenting writing with this book. Hope ya don’t mind.

Her penthouse apartment is quiet except for the sound of the quiet Drakovian jazz floating from hidden speakers around the place and the rhythmic chopping her her knife. I’m sitting on her polished kitchen counter watching her make dinner.

It doesn’t come as a surprise to me that she’s good in the kitchen. I learned months ago to never underestimate her. Hell, it’s a lesson I should have learned the very first day I met her. Woe to the one that ever makes the tragic mistake of underestimating her.

She’s humming along with the music and I can’t help but watch her out of the corner of my eye as she sways a bit in time with the song. It brings a smile to my face to have this moment of relaxation between us.

These last few months on this case have not allowed us any time to explore this.

This, what could maybe be.

This, possibility.

This, us.

I watch as her smile grows, knowing I’m watching her despite my best efforts to look as if I’m not. I can’t hep but watch her. I smile and shake my head as she looks up briefly and winks at me.

She enjoys my attention way too much. I had offered to help but God knows I’m no good anywhere near the kitchen. I think she knew that about me without even asking and readily shot down my offer. Pouring and handing me a glass of wine as I took my place to watch.

She's saying something, but I’m not listening. I seem to forget all my years as a detective when its just me and her. Too caught up in memorizing her to care about anything else.

It’s the small things.

The way the soft light catches in her deep brown eyes.

The way there are slight little wisps of hair that have forced their way free from the ponytail she’s placed on her head.

The way her delicate hands hold the knife with practiced ease.

The way her lips catch in a smirk at my passing inspection.

"You didn’t hear a word I said, did you, detected?" she interrupts.

She’s set the knife down and turned to me and it’s only then that I realize she’s spoken.

“Hmm?” I ask with a sheepish smile on my face.

“You're not listening are you?" she asks again as she leans in closer to me.

My witty reply dies on my lips as her hand slides onto my knee and slowly travels further up.

"You know, detective, I find your attention rather wonderful,” she smirks as she settles between my legs. “But darling, if this is going to work between us, I’ll need you to engage in some conversation.”

"I’d say I’m sorry,” I smiled into a kiss. “But that would be a lie and we both know it. I’ll try to focus on the conversation too.”

She smiles, kissing me sweet and slow before she pulls away all too soon to resume dinner prep.

"I’ll try not to be too distracting," she smirks with a laugh.

As if knowing just how distracting she is to me, she takes pity on me and remains quiet for a few moments longer allowing me to soak more of her in before asking me to stir a pan.

I begrudgingly agree and slide slowly off the counter, placing a quick kiss to her cheek before making my way to the stove.

It’s not long before her arms slide around me and she tosses the herbs she had been chopping into the pan. Her hand joins mine as we stir the ingredients together and I’ve found I’ve underestimated her again.

“This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” I chuckle.

“Whatever do you mean?” she questions with kisses placed into the crook of my neck.

I really must stop underestimating her but right now, I find I kind of enjoy the surprise of that lapse brings.

#choices cop #trystan thorne x mc #choicestrickortreat #my drabble #i like to live dangerously and so do not edit please forgive any mistakes

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134340am · 2 years

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so i taste the ocean when you leave

bakugou katsuki x gn!reader, 1.7k words, suggestive + no quirks — it’s been three long months of summer, after all. and they do say that absence makes the heart grow fonder.

11. his eyes looked vacant | 花樣年華: The Notes Series

“hey, handsome,” you croon, hands sliding from his waist, up his chest, to grip at the collar of his shirt. katsuki looked as dashing as ever. it’s been three months since you last saw him, but summer had done him good—he’s a little more tan, a little more muscly, and a lot more handsome—something you avidly showed your appreciation for as your eyes roamed up and down his form.

“hi,” katsuki replied simply. he lets you kiss him, your hands still wound tight around his collar. he gestured towards the car once you were done making sure he knew just how much you missed him and his lips, peppering happy kisses all over his face.

nothing much has changed.

he’s replaced his air freshener with a new one; previously mint and now strawberry, and it’s obvious from the shining windows and freshly waxed seats that he got his car cleaned before driving over. in fact, katsuki looked all cleaned up as well in his starched white shirt and new shoes, face void of stubble. or any expression, for that matter, but he’s never been very expressive.

the thrill of seeing him again, alongside the refreshing strawberry scent that wafted through the car, had you positively bouncing in your seat.

maybe it’s weird to be this happy seeing your fuck buddy again, but hey—it’s been a long summer, and as much as you’re excited to be getting milkshakes with him right now (my treat, he’d bitten out gruffly), you’re just as excited to unzip his pants and get down to business.

but first, milkshakes.

the familiar sights of your little town—the automobile repair shop katsuki worked at last summer, a cheap pizza buffet you like, a quiet playground—whipped past you quickly as katsuki exited your neighbourhood.

“notice anything different about me, katsuki?” you asked hopefully, not-so-subtly fluffing your now-shorter hair in the rearview mirror.

katsuki catches your eye briefly, a curious eyebrow raised. a quiet moment passes. he pulls over at a red light, eyes still trained steadfastly on the car in front of him. your stomach flips nervously when he takes a heartbeat too long to answer.

“you cut your hair.”

“yeah, i did!” there was little you could do to conceal the eager squeak in your voice which you cringe at inwardly. “it, um, got really hot during the summer so i chopped it all off.” you braved a glance at katsuki. his eyes looked vacant. “what do you think? d’ya like it?”

“...long hair looks better on you.”

a pout forms on your face. “no, it doesn’t. i like my shorter hair so much more.”

“that’s good.”

no, that’s weird.

katsuki’s being surprisingly… normal today. why isn’t he tugging on your hair or making fun of your haircut or poking fun at your clothes? on a regular basis he’d have all these items, and more, already ticked off his annoy-my-fuck-buddy checklist. but today he’s unnervingly quiet, and you wonder if he was mad at you or just tired from his half-day journey back by car.

green light. katsuki steps on the gas and the car lurches forward. a faint sense of insecurity buzzes in the back of your mind, and it leaves behind a gross, tacky, tartness in your mouth, akin to that of a melted sour lolly forgotten in one’s purse.

you relaxed slightly in your seat when the distinct red and yellow arches of your favourite fast food joint swing into view. as per usual, katsuki leans his head out the window to order. despite the strange tension, you marvel at the way the bright mid-afternoon sunlight falls onto him, encasing his bright blond hair in a ring of light that resembled a halo. his tight shirt did little to hide how broad and defined his shoulders have become over summer break, a sight you were more than appreciative of.

you fight the overwhelming urge to grab him by the collar and plant kisses up and down his thick neck when he hands over your strawberry milkshake. the urge only grew stronger when katsuki pulled into a nearby parking lot so you two could sip on your drinks in peace.

and by peace, you meant total, complete silence.

“so…” you start, stirring your goopy milkshake and suddenly feeling very awkward. “how was summer back at home?”

“good,” katsuki mumbled back straightforwardly. he stared straight ahead. you realise then how he hasn’t really made eye contact with you, or even looked at you today.

“got my car fixed,” he continued. “went hiking and swimming, met up with some childhood friends. and… ate lunch with my first girlfriend. the old woman invited her over, so i couldn’t say no.”

you could feel your eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

katsuki’s first girlfriend? this is new. he’s never really talked about his love life, or even his personal life, really, though you suppose that wasn’t very necessary when the two of you were always focused on fucking each other’s brains out most of the time—and this milkshake date, outing, hang-out, whatever, was a considerably odd exception.

maybe he’s finally opening up to you.

maybe this is the chance you’ve been waiting for, to learn how he likes his coffee, which grandparent is his favourite, what makes his heart sing. and a part of you hopes that maybe he wants to know all these things about you, too.

it’s been three long months of summer, after all. and they do say that absence makes the heart grow fonder.

“how is she? what’s she doing?” you ask, curiosity getting the better of you. then a quieter, hesitant blip that you couldn’t stop in time. “is—is she pretty?

katsuki slurps his milkshake noisily. “she’s alright. finishing up her degree in vet science or something.” then, after a moment of hesitation, “more cute than pretty to me, though.”

your surprise only heightened. that’s the longest sentence he’s said today.

“cool. cool, cool, um.” in a bid to shut up as quickly as you could, you latch your lips onto your striped paper straw once more. a big sip of your milkshake had a sizable chunk of strawberry flying straight into your trachea. eyes watering and head pounding from the oncoming brain freeze, you could barely breathe as you coughed aggressively into the crook of your arm.

“you—fuckin’ hell, dumbass. drink slowly.” katsuki slaps open his glove compartment and pulls out a wad of napkins that he shoves into your lap. even with your blurry vision, you don’t miss the way he pulled back quickly—as if he’s afraid to touch you.

throat now scratchy and eyes still watering, you put your milkshake down for a quick break. save for the soft hum of the air-conditioner, a tense silence falls between the two of you, filled with unanswered questions.

why is katsuki being so cold today? the gruff, grumpy exterior is one thing—something you’ve inevitably gotten used to after months of falling into bed with him, but he’s never distant, not in the way he is now. and why did he choose to bring up this vet-science-girl, of all things? is she important to the conversation? is she important to him?

this isn’t the reunion you’ve been looking forward to, after three long months of being apart from each other. three long months of missing his touch; finger pads rough and dry, but always purposeful and reassuring. three long months of missing him.

you can’t bear the weight of silence any longer.

“listen, katsuki—”

“i think we should stop seeing each other.”

your blood ran cold.

he sighs. “seeing her again… fuck, i guess i just i never got over it. her, i mean.”

you stare at your fingers, hands suddenly ice-cold and not from your drink.

“i’m not going to try and commit to someone while we’re still fucking— it’s— it’s just fucked up. so…” he trailed off, staring hard into his milkshake. “you can leave the car once you’re done with your drink.”

a blaze of anger coiled deep inside of you, juxtaposed with the cold strawberry milkshakethat sits uncomfortably in your belly. red starts dotting over your vision. it took a moment for you to realise you were struggling to breathe, your face numb all over.

the tension that followed was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

then something in you snapped, and you found yourself boiling over with pure rage.

“fuck you, katsuki. i’m leaving now,” you spat, unbuckling your seatbelt hastily and reaching around to grab your purse from the backseat. katsuki’s still staring into his drink as if he was hoping his eyes would burn a hole through the bottom. you hope they would, and that he’d have the hardest time washing peanut butter out of his bermuda bottoms.

you exited the car as gracefully as you could, slammed the door as hard as your dwindling strength allowed you, and stomped away without another word, wanting to put as much distance between you and your now ex-fuck buddy as possible.

two cars down and a quick glance at your reflection in the shiny hood of a silver car—eyes shiny with unshed tears, wind whipping your hair about, the strands sticking to your sweaty skin—had you making a u-turn.

you weren’t leaving this place until you got an answer.

with one single question clawing its way to the forefront of your mind with no mercy, you find yourself knocking aggressively on the window of katsuki’s car before rational thought could catch up.

katsuki rolled down the window immediately. his cup is noticeably empty now. there’s no hole in the bottom like you wished, no unsightly, shitty brown stain on his bottoms, but the mouth of his straw is now noticeably kinked, bitten.

you took a long, deep breath. “did she have long hair?”

he blinks—once, twice. “yeah, she did.”

you threw your milkshake in his face.

“suck my ass, katsuki. have fun paying off your girl’s student debt. and you’re never going to meet someone as good as me ever again—” you’re stomping off now, throwing two middle fingers high in the air, “—so i hope you regret this forever! eat shit!”

then summer ended.

you did not see katsuki again.

a/n: lyrics taken from NOW I’M ALONE by honne ft. sofía valdés / inspired by the summer i got my heart broken. it’s been a year and i still hate milkshakes. also, i’ve become lactose intolerant, so that’s probably a sign

(masterlist) (read on ao3)

#sorry if this was bad or anything btw this has been rotting in my drafts since march #posting it now so i don't have to think of this ever again <3 #also i was thinking of a part 2 to this which is why this ended abruptly but @_@ i honestly don’t know #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugo x y/n #bnha x reader #bnha angst #yuna writes #hyyh: the notes series

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crimson-phantom-designs · 11 months

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A short little drabble I wrote on the spot based on the Scrooge game redesign.

A Dashing Mustache

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Entering the front door and tossing his things on the rack, Francis called out his return as Ebenezer replied and ready came down the stairs to greet him. It had been a long month apart on business and both had been eagerly anticipating reunion. Yet Ebenezer appeared Francis blinked, cutting off the man's casual speaking with a harsh quip. "What the fuck happened to your face?"

Ebenezer shot a daggered glare riddled with offense. "Well hello to you to..." He leaned up to kiss him as Francis rose a hand to stop it still with a hard stare.

"I've been gone just a month and you shaved your chops off?... What's that nasty thing over your lip?"

"It's called a mustache, Francis- and it's not nasty!" He postured arrogantly, lifting his head with a regal, slanted stare. "I happen to be quite fond of it... It makes me feel distinguished." Then to the exchanged look this recieved, Enenezer sighed long. "I have had the same appearance for so long I thought it time to freshen myself up with a little change."

"This isn't it. It dosent suit you..."

"Everyone else thinks it does..." He frowned with a retaliative stare.

"Everyone isn't me. They don't kiss you and wouldn't have to touch that thing..." He sneered with an uneasy observation. "...It looks like a mouse crawled on your face and died. Shave it off..."

"No, I'm keeping it... I'm thinking of even letting my hair grow out abit... A full restoration..." He stared combativly boasting a haughty flaunt to his movements, what was meant to conceal the wound that remark gave him. "I'm even wearing that special cologne you got me... haven't you noticed?..."

"Yes I have, and you smell good enough to eat, but I'm cutting that off in your sleep."

"I'll kick you in the balls, don't even try."

Francis grinned leaning forward over the man. "How could you if you happen to be dosed with a strong sedative?"

Ebenezer sharpened a wiseacre glare as he applied a hard shove. "FRANCIS! Don't you dare!" His terrible pout then softened irritably scathed. "You don't like it?..."

"Whole heartedly don't like it."

"You're such a heel..." Ebenezer sore expression shot a surly glare before turning to leave the room for the washroom.

"Are you going to shave it off now?"

"No.... No, I am not." He rotated his gaze through the washroom mirror at him, narrowing a sharp exchange as he continued to preen. "And if you drug me to do so that is going to be the last naked anything you will see from me in quite awhile..." He rotated back around as he finished preening to reapproah with a sigh, expelling tension as he placed his hands on the man's chest with a pat. "Now... enough of this bickering. It's been an entire month without seeing you and I put alot of effort into tonight..." Leaning his head back, he swooned with a soft sway and warm, expressive eyes. "Take me to bed and make love to me. Then you can tell me all about your trip where you can make love to me again."

Francis hummed a husky rumble, running his hands down the smaller man's waist to caress his thighs as he cocked a brow. "Sounds delightful... but don't expect a kiss with that thing..."

Ebenezer thread his fingers through the taller man's cravat with a deft tug and contentious stare sharpening his features. "Oh, I very much expect a kiss. A passionate one. Several actually. I did all this to make myself look nice and surprise you. It's not my fault you were a heel about it..."

After a whimsical expression, Francis eyes pinned with a smile sharpening with teeth. "Mm. I'm still not so fond of the mustache but the personality shift is a nice surprise. Seems it gave you a saucy boost." He applied a heavy handed squeese to Ebenezer's rump as he jerked forward but held onto the silken tie with bawdy intent. "Let's go..."

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#scroogeposting #scrooge 2022 #let him be #scrooge a christmas carol #oc francis osman #scrooge x oc

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donnerpartyofone · 2 months

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GOOD MORNING. I need a haircut real bad but I'm not going to do it. I have been digging my shaggy mane (not really pictured here, it's all compressed from bed) but last week I had to send in a head shot for something and I suddenly realized I had gone from looking like someone who really likes BEETLEJUICE to looking like actual Beetlejuice ("the Beetlejuice itself" as my favroite eastern european barista once said). There's "that awkward phase" and there's also a crazy phase. It's becoming wellness check hair, but I'm not letting anyone touch it until it's in a place where I can "accidentally" lose several inches and feel OK. Recently I referenced a mutual who went in for a trim and lost about a year's worth of growth to a haircutter who kind of said "I meant to do that" like it was technically necessary for some reason, and I was thinking that the same thing has happened to me on more than one occasion; I tell someone I want JUST a trim of split ends but to keep as much length and body as possible because I'm still growing it out, and then I open my eyes and I'm missing several inches and I get this big explanation of how that's the correct procedure for my needs somehow, even though if that were true you'd think that when I ask for a teeny tiny trim at the beginning they'd then say "That's not possible and here's why" instead of silently chopping off 3" and explaining it to me later when I might freak out. It's a conspiracy I tell you! But maybe I will risk it next month for my birthday. I hope you already know what you're going to get me before you run out of time. If you need a hint, it is Horns, Pronghorns, and Antlers by by George A. Bubenik and Anthony B. Bubenik. It's only $160, don't be stingy! What if I don't have many birthdays left? If you don't buy me this book you might hate yourself.

The truth about hair is that I have always been very attracted to severe and shaved looks on both men and women. I love the feeling of my own shaved or very short hair, but I'm feeling like at my age and shape long hair is the way to go. Also as I have noted elsewhere I believe I have a mole right on the middle of the top of my head and I'm very short and it would be the only thing anyone could look at, and so I will not be shaving my head even though I am anxious about hair flopping around my eyes and ears and touching my face and stuff. In a perfect world maybe I could get someone to mold my hair into horns. I'm not a furry and I don't fantasize about that kind of thing, but I just love horns. I would love to replace all friendly physical contact with social headbutting; maybe people would be more comfortable with my no-hugs policy if I gave them something else to do. I think it would also be a lot of fun to smash things with my noggin. Could today's scientists and/or aestheticians have the answers I seek? Watch this space for more as this story develops.

#gpoy #rock over london #rock on chicago #a horn is a permanent pointed projection that consists of a covering of keratin and other proteins surrounding a core of live bone

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big-bundle-of-little-mistakes · 1 year

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Well admitfedly I'm not doing good. Someone told me that I expect everyone to cave to my will and whims and the whole family has to walk on eggshells for me because of my issues (depression and anxiety, and being mostly nonverbal when upset because I need time to calm down first and put my feelings into words. Which isn't to say I don't want to revisit it later, like a mature adult, bit right now, I can't. I think it's because I have autism but I haven't gotten tested. I did get tested for and diagnosed with ADHD though. Have tried 2 different prescriptions but haven't found the right ones yet. Just pucked up my mood stabilizers for my vipilar depression this morning.) And this family member that said so expects to discuss things right away. I am not allowed time to process my emotions. This has always been the case growing up till now. He told me that he understands I have issues but he is just trying to bring me into reality. This really stung and made me feel like I am a selfish awful bitch who ruins everyones days and I need to just lock myself up at home and never leave again because I make everyone's lives worse, so I went inside and pounded the fuck out of my head and leg yelling at myself that I'm fucking worthless and awful and will never amount to anything. I scrarched the skin off my arms, hit my head while crying driving home several more times, screamed out loud to myself "you'd be fucking better off dead!" And went inside, collapsed crying on my bed, and was thinking the entire time "this is exactly why, because you are THIS. You are so fucking stupid and broken and sensitive. You're selfish and you're awful and you don't deserve to live. You'll never matter to anyone, nobody can ever love you, you'll never be better. You're mentally unwell and need to die" so I dialed the suicide hotline but hung up. I broke open my bottle of alcohol (not usually a drinker, last drank from home on New Years when playing video games with some friends, which is just a week under 6 months ago now), chugged straight fdom it, chopped all my hair off, and am crying in my bed now.

I have therapy in 2 hours.

And I just feel like shit. I hate myself. I believe I need to die. I don't think I deserve anything good because I AM sensitive, and acting this way only proved his point. Leading up to this I was already having really high anxiety, and struggling to get through the day, just waiting to get home and clean my camper (what I'm living in) and pet my cats and work on some art and learn Japanese. I just needed to go home. But he pulled me aside to say this to me 30 seconds before I could go home. And I just feel like I'm such a worthless piece of shit.

I have also been struggling to eat for the last 6 months, and battling the depression. I can't go in the store if there are more than 3 cars outside because it makes me too tense.

I just hate myself. One million sperm and I'm the loser that came out. What a fucking joke. What a fucking waste. I'm so sorry my mom carried me for 9 months. That poor woman deserved better.

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headphonemouse · 1 year

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LEON !! ASDHKASJHD don't give me ideas 😭, I just got out my " looking like an IRL sonic phase " ASDFGJHKL

but on the other side *sigh* i could also get his piercings 👀✨

asdfjgkls because of Jolyne and Zoro i've been wanting to dye my hair green for MONTHS !!

also !! one of my teachers shaved her head too !! and ever since i saw her do that i've been intrigued but i'm not sure if that hairstyle would fit me ( also growing out a curly hair is kind o a mess lol ) but i do wanna cut it shorter >:D

sorry for this random ask asdgfhjkl but i had to answer to your tags ASDHFJKS

not to further instigate you or anything nooo not at all but the weirdness of chopping off a bunch of hair really only lasts like a week. It's really easy to get used to and as it grows out I like to try out a bunch of styles. Conversely, when my mom chopped off her long hair she worked her way up to it trying out medium and short hairstyles before shaving it. I don't know anything about curly hair though good luck

ALSO THE PIERCINGS ARE REALLY COOL I ALSO WANT TO ONE DAY GET 3 PIERCINGS IN A LINE LIKE THAT (my piercing goals are 3 on my right ear lobe, one on my left earlobe, and 2 left cartilage piercings)

#Ask tag

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yostresswritinggirl · 2 years

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ITS THE RETURN OF *checks notes* PAPILLON (🦋) ANON

I just wanted to thank you for being such a huge comfort blog during covid your posts got me through a really rough time :’) this community was so fun to be a part of and I’m glad there are still some familiar faces around

I, ON THE OTHER HAND, COMPLETELY REINVENTED MYSELF!!! I chopped all my hair off bc I decided that having sexy hair was not worth the sensory issues and also because I love the way a pixie looks on me (my head isn’t a weird shape like I thought it was) and once I started going to school in-person again I met a bunch of new people and recovered from isolating myself for an entire year and I’m WAY MORE CONFIDENT NOW

I actually took quite a large break from playing Genshin around my second semester last year and I only now started playing because Cyno came out👁 (I have been waiting for him since the trailer I LOVE HIM A NORMAL AMOUNT)

I actually joke pulled on Tighnaris banner because I wanted to get collei and umm I got collei,,, but I also got fox boy,, and then keqing so I had a guaranteed Cyno. I think this was Genshins way of bribing me to start playing again😭 it worked. I finished a bunch of quests I’d been putting off and I’m getting closer to starting the Sumeru archon quest ! !

Anyways today felt like a fitting day to come back from the dead because I literally had the most perfect day and it made me realize how far I’d come since my days as an anon in ur blog :’)

I hope everything is going good on your end as well and I’m glad your posting again (btw how’s that psychology major coming along?)

- Papillon 🦋

HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT PAPILLON ANON, THE GODS HAVE BLESSED US TODAY FR

aaaaaa you're so sweet as ever, thank you too for keeping me company during the covid era, honestly it still feels like the pandemic is still rampant here but that's just me stuck inside at this point. but ah!! im so happy you're alive and better than ever! Oh look at you all, really growing up and finding your identities, even if it's been just what - almost two years i just feel so proud of you all for making it through the worst parts of our era and turning out for the best *wipes tears* Ah motherly tears

That makes you, me, and some others who also came back for Cyno! It's like the second coming or some shit lmao we love our boyo eventhoughiendeduppullingfornilouandsimpingforherhard

Oh please get that archon quest going, make sure to pace yourself by the way cuz that shit takes HOURS but it is SO WORTH

Again again, so happy you found your way back, I missed you just the same! And that ahah I graduated back in July! I'm now getting ready to take my board exam to have my professional license, four hours+ every saturday and sunday for 6 months hence why im quiet during the weekends but it's going well!

#Papillon anon #🦋 anon #exile.goblet #LESGO ANOTHER CHILD BACK

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