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kunikuzxshi · 3 years

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I just read some of your sub Shig stuff, and I didn’t know how much I would love the concept until I read yours!

I really like the thought of his crush trying to teach him some manners. Like just pinning him somewhere, not giving him ANY relief unless he says please. Maybe even calls them sir/mistress? And they’ll stop immediately if he insults them or gets too impatient. They’ll taunt him like, “All you’ve gotta do is be nice. That’s it! Then you’ll get whatever you want.” And UGH HE HATES IT but at the same time they’re making him feel incredible.

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I swear I'm starting to convert more of you guys. Y'all have to be looking through my screenshots at this point, thats EXACTLY my type of shit. Like don't get me wrong, whining for Shig's cute and all but its so much better to have a guy that could literally kill you in one hit on his knees. I don't have anything against him being both, but like personally I like my serial killers whiny and needy, and considering I only simp for Shig, he's the biggest victim. I'm also the only dominant one in my friend group, and they act like its a crime to be the one on top

Boutta pull out my private drafts for this, hold up

Minors DNI. Just because I let y'all follow for the sfw stuff doesn't mean you can get away with reading smut <3

If anyone's wondering what they described, I believe its this one

Sub Shigaraki x Dom Fem! reader

One of your hands was wrapped around his throat, just barely applying enough pressure to keep him from breathing properly. His pale skin seemed to glow under the dim light while it only made yours stand out that much more.

He's not even sure how it got to this point.

Your free hand moved to cup his chin, forcing him to look at you before brushing your lips against his briefly, just long enough for him to lean forward to catch yours, inexperienced lips trying to force his tongue into you mouth

You pull away, pulling him onto your lap, his legs straddling your thighs, your eyes scanning his chest down to his legs. He just looked so pretty, his cock already so hard just from a few simple touches.

"You're so goddamn pretty like this, y'know that, don't you? C'mon, just tell me what you want, I'll do it for you if you ask nicely," you start, taking a moment to give him a quick, sloppy kiss, "It's that easy Tomu."

His words were barely recognizable, only the word 'please' being loud enough for you to hear correctly, everything else sounded like a mix of whines and blabbering.

"What's wrong? You're so quiet. It's just us, no need to be so quiet with me." You cooed, moving his hair out of his face, your other hand grabbing at his shirt.

Instead, he just buried his face into your neck, murmuring something seemingly along the lines of 'just do it already, you're taking too long', his words still quiet and once again, barely recognizable.

This time though, instead of asking him to speak up again, you just assume you know what he wants, slowly unbuttoning his jeans, just watching the visible parts of his face turn red. Small whimpers escaping his lips every time your fingertips get just a little to close to his boxers, his breath hitching at the thought alone.

The second he feels your skin against his bare cock, he almost looses it immediately. A single loud, drawn out moan escaping his pretty lips. It's so hard for him to stay quiet once you start moving your hand, instead, he opts for biting your neck in order to muffle his sounds.

Once you speed up your movements though, its a whole different story. He detaches his mouth from your neck, throwing his head back, holding onto your shoulders for support. His legs go weak, and he'd probably fall on his back if you weren't holding him. The amount of noise coming from him is strange considering he won't talk unless he's desperate, and even then he's awfully quiet. Maybe its just the same little mix of moans and pants, but he's just so much louder.

"My little toy likes that, don't you? You're doing so good... just sit still, I'll take care of everything from here, ok?" You say, pressing kisses against his cheek, pulling away only to have his lips smashed against yours.

His hips involuntarily start bucking into your touch, desperate for anything he can get from you, his tongue trying to squirm past your lips. His arms wrap around your back, one hand tangling in your hair, pulling you closer to him. His legs start shaking just a little bit, and his already sloppy kiss getting worse.

When he finally pulls away, there's a string of saliva connecting you two. He just looks at you, his eyes glazed over and hazy. His mouth hangs open, drool spilling down his face as his cock start twitching, just before you pull your hand away.

"Hey! I-I wasn't done yet! Please mistress, just a little longer, please? I didn't do anything wrong..." He whines, his hips thrusting into thin air, the tip of his cock red and swollen.

He almost starts crying, his voice cracking every time he even tries to speak. Even then, anything he can get out ends up as a broken plea, a promise that he'll listen.

The familiar warmth of your skin against his almost makes him cry, your thumb rubbing the tip of his cock, but nothing more. A cracked whine slipping past him, his mouth moving to press desperate kisses against your neck. Anything that he can think of, he'll try.

"If you wait just a little bit, I'm sure I can give you something better, got it baby? Just be patient, you'll get what you want."

He starts biting his lip again in a pathetic attempt to stay quiet, anything that might get you to do what he wants. You gently push him off of you, laying him on his back before sitting in front of him.

You start removing your clothes, leaving your bra and your panties on. He almost jumps at you, his hands instantly moving to your back, trying to unclip your bra. Eventually, when he finally gets it off, he starts grabbing at you. One of his hands moves down to your panties, pulling at the waistband, but not removing them. His other hand starts massaging your soft mound, cherishing the weight of it in his hand.

"Can I..? Is it ok for me to, mistress?" He asks, dipping one finger under the waistband, slightly tugging them down.

You nod your head in approval, watching as he struggles with getting your panties off at first. Instead of letting him go further though, you push him back, touching yourself. He tries to grab your hand to replace it with his own, but you just slap his hand away.

"Why don't you just watch for now? You can do that for me, right Tomura? Surely my little toy can at least give me that much." You say, slipping a finger into your entrance.

He just sits there, not quite sure what to do. His eyes move back and forth between your hand, and your face. Every time he gets close, you just push him back, reminding him that he has to be patient if he wants anything else.

When he's had enough of you, he grabs you and pulls you on his lap. His fingers start trailing down your sides, one of his hands holding you in place. Your protests fall on deaf ears, his thumb already pressing against your clit.

He only stops once your hand once again, wraps around his throat. One good squeeze, and he snaps out of it, immediately pulling his hand away. Pathetic sobs emerge from him, looking down to avoid your gaze.

You start kissing his neck, caressing his cheek. "I told you to wait. You couldn't even give me that much, could you? How sad. Maybe I should go find Dabi, I'm sure he would listen better than you could."

His arms wrap around your waist as he buries his face into your shoulder. Tears start spilling down his face, his voice cracking every other word as he begs you to stay, to give him another chance, he can do better.

You pull his hands off of you, pushing him onto his back, giving him a quick peck. He wraps his legs around your hips, grabbing at whatever he can get his hands on, clinging onto you tightly.

You sit up, crawling over to his chest.

"How about this. If you be a good boy, and actually wait this time, I'll let you have your fun. If you don't, I won't let you do anything." You say, your thumb tracing his collarbone. He nods, staying as still as he can.

You crawl on top of his face, and he pulls you down, his tongue going to work almost instantly. His tongue laps up your juice, taking a quick dip inside of you. Your soft moans only encourage him, his hands moving to grab your thighs as his nose gently nudges against your clit. His thumb starts to work on your clit as his tongue delves inside of you, his grip on you thighs becoming almost bruising.

You try to get up just enough to reposition yourself, only to be pulled back down, his hand moving to your waist. The obscene sounds coming from him mix in with your quiet pants. Your soft praises encouraging him further as you hand grips his hair.

He groans against you, each sloppy lick seems to excite him more than it does for you. His fingers start rolling your clit between them, each noise you make only seems to get covered by his.

You bite your lip, muffling the groans spilling past your lips, though once you reach your limit, it doesn't help one bit. You scream, your grip tightening on his hair as you finish. He doesn't let you up just yet, his tongue licking up everything you have to offer before releasing his hold on your thigh.

You move in front of his cock, spitting on it before giving it a few quick strokes, watching his eyes widen and his mouth open.

"How about you beg? I'm sure a little slut like you would be willing to do that much. My pretty boy just wants to sink his cock into his mistress, don't you?" You tease, running a finger along the length of his cock.

He nods quickly, his eyes shutting tight as his hands grip the bedsheets. You watch his eyes fly open just from the feel of your thighs around his cock. He moves his head up enough to watch you, one of your hands grabbing his shirt as you line up his cock with your slit.

You start sinking onto his cock, biting your lip painfully hard as he starts squirming underneath you, one of his hands moving to grab your hip.

Once you're fully seated on his cock, he starts thrusting his hips up, pathetic whines falling from him. His hold on your hip tightens, trying to hint at what he wants. Soft whimpers emerge from him as drool starts slipping past his lips once more.

One of your hands tangle in his shirt as you start moving, the noise he makes immediately increasing in volume, his eyes trained on nothing but your figure on top of him. His back arches, and his hands turn white from his grip on the bedsheets.

You start increasing your pace, picking up your hips only to slam yourself back down on his cock. His hand moves to your chest, taking one of your breasts into your hand, increasing his grip there instead. Quick I love you's fall from him. You stop, moving his hair out of his face, giving him a quick kiss as he tries to deepen it with no success.

"Do you want me to keep going? If you tell me exactly what you want, I'm sure I'll let you do it." You say, running a hand through his hair.

"I wanna- fuck, I wanna cum inside you! Please! I'm so close, don't you want to be filled up too? Please mistress?" He begs, his eyes starting to water. You can feel his cock twitching in you, and his grip on you increasing.

You pick up your pace again, watching his expression quickly change. He starts panting, squirming underneath you as his fingers dip into your hips, and you're almost certain that there will be bruises there in the morning.

His moans increase in frequency, and he starts getting louder. His legs go weak as his grip loosens again, eyes shut tight as he thrusts his hips up to meet yours before spilling his seed into you.

His panting slows, and his breathing slows again. He pulls his hands off of you, letting you rest on his chest. He nuzzles his face into your neck, peppering kisses along the side of your neck.

You could've sworn you heard him mutter a quiet 'I love you', but he wouldn't admit it anyway.

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dark-and-kawaii · 3 years

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𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 : Makki and Matsukawa would totally share the same pussy and that thought alone makes my brain go brrr 🥴 same with tsumu and samu sharing 💦 do you think ushi would share with tendo sorry my brain is on a three way kick

𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 : Hanamaki x Reader x Matsukawa - Atsumu x Reader x Osamu - Ushijima x Reader x Tendou

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 : NSFW - Fluff - I love them

𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮 : I 100% agree they would be in a poly relationship with you xoxo and thats how it would be. But again I'm going to try and capture how they'd actually be when sharing xoxo I hope you like it!!! I hope I captured them xoxo!!!

Matsukawa and Makki 100% are both in a relationship with you and they love every minute of it.

They don't do anything with one another but they sure as hell do a lot to you. Making you break between them is something they both look forward to damn near every day.

Matsukawa works during the day and because Makki is currently jobless he's left to "take care" of you. Don't worry, Makki makes sure you're nice and satisfied before you leave the house. Makes sure you leave feeling full, if you catch my drift.

Speaking of being full, you'll more than likely be with them for the long run because they honestly couldn't imagine being with anyone else… and they both want a kid… of their own.

They will be filling you up with their cum till you're nice and pregnant, and there isn't really a plan. They both just fuck you and see who's kid comes first.

If Makki's kid comes first then you're off limits until Matsukawa gets you pregnant… they aren't trying to raise more than two kids… Neither of them could afford it as much as they'd love to see you pregnant 24/7.

Both are protective of you. If you're at a bar with them and they see some guy getting handsy with you they will come up behind you- Makki snakes his arm around your waist while Matsukawa wraps his arms around your neck.

They'll put on a small show for the ass hat who dared tried to swoop you up, Makki starts to raise your sexy little dress and Matsukawa begins to mark your neck.

After the guy hastily makes his way out of the bar -stumbling in the process- Matsu and Makki push you in the men's restroom to have some fun with you.

Osamu and Atsumu will share you for about a year or two before Atsumu breaks down and forces you on the spot to pick one of them.

You didn't ever see yourself being in such a predicament, but here you were… stuck between the Miya twins as they fight over who gets to date you.

Atsumu is the one who grabs you by your arm and pins you to his chest, his other hand running through your hair "(y/n) knows who the better choice is!"

Osamu is next to grab you by your arm and yank you to his own chest, "Do ya feel threatened by ya much better lookin twin!!"

Atsumu was furious and in a blind rage he thought what he was saying was the best thing "HOW BOUT WE SHARE HER THEN!"

His plan was to prove to you he was the better twin…

Its not all the time, but now and then they will both tag team you and spit roast you.

Atsumu isn't a fan of sharing -even though this was his idea… he's an idiot-.

Osamu isn't really a fan of it either. Samu however won't ever admit it… but he loves to smirk at his brother devilishly when pounding into your tight cunt. Making you scream his name and moan in pure bliss. He knows he's bigger than Atsumu and it makes him cum ten times harder knowing he can please you and reach deeper than his twin.

Thus what starts to claw at Atsumu. He knows he knows much better tricks and moves in bed but the way you moan for Osamu is different.

Samu hates it when he's trying to sleep and Atsumu has you caged underneath him, pounding you raw and making you scream as he bites down on your neck. Osamu likes a sleep schedule and Atsumu loves fucking it up with your help.

There are decent days where they do actually enjoy sharing you.

Osamu will make you your favorite for lunch and Atsumu will have you in his lap while you and him both eat samu's delicious meal. It makes Osamu smile tenderly, watching both you and his twin enjoy his food.

Atsumu enjoys walking in on you and Samu playing video games, his twin laying atop of you lazily while smashing the B button. It makes Atsumu want to jump on the two of you, so he does :).

Nights like those usually end with all three of you curled up. Osamu with half his body on you and Atsumu wrapping himself around your other half. Or you'll be snuggled into Osamu’s back and Atsumu will be spooning you. They don't admit it until it's the end of the relationship, but they both really liked sleeping like that.

Both keep an eye on you when out in public and to be honest no one ever tries to mess with you when they're around, it's nice.

About a year and a half goes by and Atsumu is starting to make it big, more girls are trying to get him in their bed and he hates it. He wants you and only you. He wants a family.

Osamu is starting to feel similar feelings, he wants a child to feed his food to, he wants you to himself in his own bed and he wants you to work at his restaurant with him…

You're all having dinner when Atsumu aggressively slams him utensils down and stands up dramatically, "Ya gotta pick (y/n), me or him." Both him and Samu's heads are hanging low… one of their hearts were about to shatter, they just hoped it wasn't theirs.

You were originally JUST Tendou's girlfriend. He doesn't share, and you sure as hell didn't want some grimey girl to put their hands on him.

But, things change and now Ushijima is on top of you pounding into you as if you were going to be his last lay. His cock slamming into your cervix as you cry fresh tears.

Ushijima looks up at Tendou who is now caressing your cheek, wiping away your tears, "its okay, she's enjoying it. My little bunny is just really sensitive and is trying to hold back her climax."

Ushijima has never had a girlfriend before and he never really was interested in one until he met you. He was jealous of you and Tendou and eventually his guessing best friend caught on.

Tendou is the one who offered Ushijima to join in the next time you and him had sex, that it would only be a one time thing. But that one time turned into another time and then a third time until finally it was just a normal thing.

Now you have two tall men in your life who want nothing more than to please you and make you happy.

When they're both out at the mall or grabbing groceries they'll both either find a small pin for you or some small trinket and bring it home for you. Or if they're at the grocery store they will both pick out a treat specially for you.

Ushijima sometimes doesn't know what to pickout for you though so Tendou will walk up to him smiling and help, "no no, this one! She'll like these the most!"

They both enjoy curling up with you on the couch to watch movies and fall asleep. Ushi and Tendou are big babies and it always makes you giggle when they both fall asleep on you.

Bedtime is HOT, and not as in sexy hot but sweaty hot. My god both these beast put out a lot heat and as much as you try you can never roll away from them. If its not Tendou pulling you back to them its Ushi wrapping his strong arm around you so you can't move.

Best to sleep naked or in your undies babe.

~ 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝔀𝓲 𝔁𝓸𝔁𝓸

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beann-e · 3 years

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Haikyu! boys reacting to their s/o flinching during an argument

Karasuno boys reacting to their s/o flinching

Tsukishima

“ what’s the problem are you serious are you not even understanding why we’re here in the first place“

“ oh I understand—really but I just don’t care “ he moved to think before speaking

“ I actually don’t think i’ve ever had one of those cares when I hear you talk “

you fumed “ i’m so so sick of this Tsukishima i’m so sick of everything having sarcasm in it —you can’t be serious for two seconds “

he moved to throw up a peace sign before his fingers dropped one by one “ is that two seconds — i’m not sure if you meant literally because according to you I look like a grade school swim team member who doesn’t know basic communication skills”

you felt your throat beginning to hurt you’d been screaming with him for hours over his comments he’d made about the cake you ate earlier

as soon as you sat down on the couch he spoke telling you

‘ babe maybe you should’ve saved that cake for later I can feel the extra weight weighing down mine and your side of the couch ‘

“ I can’t be serious no you can’t be serious — you fucking told me that your sorry i’m so skinny that my legs look like toothpicks in the shorts that you bought me “ he screamed

“ you bought them on purpose they were a size large you know i’m a size small you just wanted to be fucking funny “

you scoffed as you two were now standing in the kitchen while he was cooking dinner. His body turning to look down on you.

you could never say tsukishima got mad at you he never did he would just get really annoyed and make more sarcastic comments then he did in his free time but right now you couldn’t figure out what was so different about him

About his voice

About his body that was making him seem like the boss at the end of a video game you just couldn’t beat

“ i’m just really tired of everything being turned into a slick comment with you tsukki and then you can’t even say a shitty sorry you just look at me like i’m crazy “

he sighed as he looked away “ look baby— “ he pushed up his glasses that were threatening to fall

“ i’m really sorry for all the mean , awful , accurate , things I said “

your body went hot as you screamed “ THATS NOT A FUCKING SORRY “

“ well why the hell would you think you’d get one from me “

he screamed at you backing you up eyes still downcast on you

“ you —annoying —child —every fucking five seconds your complaining about something now it’s how I talk ? before it was how I don’t show you enough physical affection in public are you serious “

you heart quickened as his body jerked at you almost threatening you “ what else do you want from me huh “

“ want me to fuckin—“

you closed your eyes and your body moved on instinct to cover your face body sinking into itself in a hole before standing up trying to protect yourself as the loud clack went through the house

Your breathing fast as you had all the worse possibilities move through your head that was rattling along with your body in fear

“ aw damn — their cracked anyways we gotta figu—“

his voice stopped as he came face to face with your covered body “ a-are you dancing or something why the fuck are you —“

then his thoughts clicked as his blurry eyes ran over the way your arms were above your head and body tucked in as if trying to limit the pain you would feel wherever he touched you

“uh “ he coughed as you relaxed looking at the male with wide eyes as you spoke

“ no I didn’t —I didn’t think “

“ um — so i’m not gonna take offense and instead i’m just gonna “

he moved to sit his glasses on the table before his hand grabbed your head forcefully and pushed you into his stone cold chest your body flaring up and shaking

“ yeah you totally did —I wasn’t sure because I can’t see but yeah you did “

“ I - — I didn’t mean to —it was just so loud I thought — and you were yelling “

“ I would never hit you — I would never ever hit you with anything except my beautiful words “

you pushed out of his chest with a small smile trying to seem upset “ your still joking after something like that “

“ well i’m not a soft person what do you expect I mean I feel bad really bad but — “

“ I know I know — it’s better to make jokes than make it sad and make the both of us feel uncomfortable “

he moved his head down to kiss you softly “ I promise you it was just my glasses falling I would never hurt you y/n no matter if we fight or not “

he scoffed “ I love you and all that other crap blah blah “

you ran away with your hands to your ears “ no no I feel like you just put a curse on me — you’ve hugged me , kissed me , apologized and told me you love me all at one time I have to call yams and get an exorcist over here “

he scoffed “ just call Hinata his non stop talking could pass as an exorcism “

you smiled as he whispered small apologies in your ear all night the both of cringing when he would say them knowing he hated you feeling that way but also hating how the word sorry rolled off his tounge

Hinata

“ Great king that Great King this — I must beat The king — I have to beat this person and that person your always beating someone Hinata “

you cried as you stood fighting with him in the gym as he had sweat running down his forehead

you’d originally came here to watch him play a game between a team he had yet to beat that he told you they’d practiced for months to win.

Only for them to lose In a straight set of 2 that caused him to stay after and continue to practice in the same spot all night

You being the loving s/o you were decided to stay with him

only for him to take your kindness for granted and practice at the gym until 3 in the morning letting you wake up to the constant thump of the ball against the wall and your body shivering on the bench while he wore his jacket

“ DID YOU EVEN NOTICE I FELL ASLEEP “

“ of course I did “

“ then why didn’t you give me your jacket —babe I woke up freezing “

“ because I wanted it too— if I gave you my jacket what would I wear was I suppose to freeze “

you knew all rationality was thrown out the window when Hinata lost a match and right now that’s exactly what was happening

“ you can’t keep expecting me to put you first — it’s stupid “

he raised his voice “ the only thing i’ll put first is this ball in my hands and you may come in third to my team other than that — I don’t know what you want from me “

“ I want you to understand i’m here too —not just that lifeless ball Hinata “

he screeched at your words “ it’s not fucking lifeless”

“ I worked hard for this I worked hard for everything when I pick up that ball I put my energy into it when I —“

his hand outstretched as you sunk to the floor ears covered as you ducked into your knees hearing the loud smack moved to every corner of the room

“ that’s me putting life into the bal—baby where’d you go—if this is you telling me to stop—ok I get it I need to calm down “

he looked around the gym eyes finally searching the floor for the ball he’d thrown until they landed on your huddled figure

“ babe what —why are you on the floor come on its dirty get off “ you shook at his voice

“ w—why are you so scared I don’t understand come on stand up y/n “

you tried to calm down your body knowing you couldn’t tell him what just happened you knew Hinata wasnt innocent but you still didn’t want to break his heart not tonight not more than it already was argument or not

you moved to stand up as he grabbed the ball and threw it harshly to the wall for a second time

your body reacting out of control as it thought back to that moment of fear you had seeing him that angry at you and the same noise that followed after

“ y/n-chan did you just—“ his eyes creased “ baby why did you “

he said quietly thinking “ baby who hurt you “

his voice was concerned as he raced to you who shook a bit at his changing emotions taking a shaky step back to get away from him his eyes falling as he finally realized softly speaking

“ o-oh I hurt you “

he sat thinking as he pulled your arms from your face slowly “ I—i’m so sorry I don’t —it was the ball really it was the ball it went woosh and so I went weee to go get it I swear “

you straightened up cursing your body for reacting the way it did “ I didn’t mean to scare you that way I just —I was upset over a match and wanted to prove a point “

he moved to hug you tightly “ I’m so greatful for you and so lucky to have someone who would even stay with me for over 7 hours in a gym hearing nothing but loud noises and echoes —someone who’d fall asleep on the cold floor because they love me so much “

he hugged you tighter kissing your head repeatedly whispering the same line over and over “ i’d never hit you —i’d never hate you or be mad at you “

your tense nerves leaving as you sighed out wrapping your arms around his body “ I —I know and i’m sorry “

“ nothing to be sorry for I do need to put you first and I will from now on —I will “

he pulled you back as he spoke “ i’ll start putting you first and taking your needs into account and you start speaking up and saying no to me instead of doing everything I do or want you to do “

he smiled as he held his pinkie out “ promise baby? “

you shook your head in a yes smiling up at him “ promise “

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nightswithkookmin · 3 years

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A quick lesson on ships

Because why not??😌

No but seriously, bare with me, I'm trying to answer your questions. Sit if you have to. Hehe

Uban Dictionary defines shipping as this:

A term used to describe fan fictions that take previously created characters and put them as a pair. It usually refers to romantic relationships, but it can refer platonic [sic] ones as well. (Just think of “shipping” as short for “relationSHIP”.) 9 Apr 2015

Ships can be platonic or romantic or both.

There's fictional ships and non fictional ships too. You ship two people you want to be in a relationship or who already are in a relationship or who you suspect to be in a relationship- perhaps due to queer baiting, ship baiting, romance baiting etc.

In the shipping fandom, there are two sects of people. Those who are Proships those who are Antiships- antis are ironically considered part of the shipping community because for some reason they are always in shippers business💀

Antishippers are those who oppose a particular ship or shipping in general (more on that later.)

Proshippers are well- Pro ships.

Pro-Ship

A term mostly used in fandoms, but can stretch outside of this to include original characters. The core belief is that shipping two fictional characters, no matter if they are family, share ages gaps, considered to be unhealthy, or show blatant signs of being abusive or other generally unsavory behaviours, are valid in a fictional setting.

Pro-Shippers or "anti-antis" are also known as "rainbow meaties" and will use 🌈 + 🍖 emojis together often in their bio on twitter or other social media platforms- usually within fictional settings.

These shippers reinforce the idea fiction is separate from reality and shouldn't be confused with the other.

‘Anti’ is short for ‘anti-shipper’ or ‘anti-[ship]’.

Kindly read through this thread to get the gist of it.

III

Shipping non-fictional individuals is a subset of Proshipping, in my opinion, known also as alternative shipping- as far as my knowledge on it goes.

As with fictional shipping, alt ships have their antis too. People who disagree with shipping real couples in a romantic way for whatever arbitrary moral reasons they have and who feel entitled to go out of their way to correct, stop, police and punish such shippers.

Then there are those who although may be pro real people shipping think they have the right to tell others how they should ship and to what extent they can ship.

Others too prefer to ship real people platonically because they view romantic shipping of real people as problematic.

So to answer your question on Anon's post- there is no such thing as a Proshipper who is also Anti shipping. Thats oxymoronic. Perhaps they might be platonic shippers who are anti romantic ships but not necessarily romantic shippers themselves.

I don't think there's anything wrong with preferring to ship platonically. It is when they assume by virtue of their false sense of moderacy that they are better than others that shit starts to get funny.

Those shippers are delusionally confused beings with a supremacist imperialist complex rooted in ignorance and absurdities.

I usually walk by those quietly. keep it pushing. Gotta mind my business somehow even though most times I just want to pull their hair and bite them and shit😭

I try to keep it classy.

Lord knows I try.

You are either pro ship or anti ship. There's no in between. Those shippers who are shippers but claim they are not are nothing but fraudulent, fake us, simps trying to bamboozle their way through life- pardon my Swahili.

There are a lot of anti shippers moonlighting as shippers in this fandom. It's fascinating.

Personally I think those people are either confused or their desires to appeal to other Anti shippers must have morphed their brains into ass dick hybrids.

Anti shippers in general are notorious gatekeepers, gaslighters, bigots, high key sanctimonious and often have a cis white westernized sense of morality and ethics through which they fliter others and expect everyone and everything to conform to.

They impose their values on others, their ethics on others, resort to manipulation, policing, intimidation and bullying to impose their will etc.

Within shipping, there are those who are Proshipping yet anti certain ships. Most Tuktukkers are anti Jikook. And assume anyone who isn't a tuktukker is equally anti Tae Kook and so go ahead and exhibit anti behaviours towards them.

Think of such groups of shippers as Proshippers with a preference for particular ships if you will.

There are Pro shippers who also feel some kind of way about Shipping real life people or alt shipping.

Here's further resource to help you understand what proshipping is

If you are intolerant with other shippers choice of ships or style of shipping and you traumatize them for it that's Anti shipping. Especially if you feel entitled and justified to traumatize others because you take a higher moral status over them.

You can be proship and not like how certain people, how they go about

Simply walk away, click off, mind your business. You are not the only adult in these streets and leave people to do what interests them.

I think for as long as I can remember, I've always been a proshipper and I ship both platonically and romantically, fictionally and alternatively💀

Some themes in fiction are a hard limit for me such as the R word, pedophilia, incest, child abuse- I just can never find the entertainment in those topics and will struggle through such themes.

But others believe it's just FICTION and those fictional characters aren't really dealing with the imaginary struggles we read about.

Yall do you sis.

I don't really know why people make a big deal of it or try to demonize the concept of shipping as if it were something strange or mysterious- just keep your moral values to yourself. I am not your mother's daughter. we were not raised in the same households.

Then again I think it all depends on the different cultures and social backgrounds we all come from and how entitled, supremacist or imperialist they are.

For Yoonmin, I shipped them romantically but didn't think they were a real couple at all. I just romanticized their interactions and found humor in it. At the back of my head I was expecting them each to one day find husbands or wives and go their merry ways and even harbored the thought they each could very much be in serious romantic relationships with others.

In similar ways, I shipped Minimoni and Vmin.

You can ship a pair romantically and not think at all that they are actually REAL.

A lot of jokers ship Jikook romantically and don't assume they are real. Just as a lot of people shipped say Elena and Stefan romantically even though Paul was married.

Some shipped Elena and Damon too due to their unscreen chemistry and even felt they could be a thing- that was before later it was revealed they had started dating in real life. Even that I was holding on to my Bonnie x Damon fantasies because Bonnie was my bias and I shipped her with everyone romantically- of course I didn't expect any of those ships to manifest into something because it was the character I was shipping not Kat herself. To this day I still love her onscreen chemistry and friendship with Damon and don't see how people could wish for it to be more than that😭

It was beautiful as is. Not everything should climax into sexual intercourse.

But if I felt at some point any of her ships had crossed into alternative ships I would have jumped on those and supported it whole heartedly.

If you assume a pair are a real couple and dating in real life that's alt shipping- a lot of alt shippers suspect a ship is real and that's why they ship them.

There is no such thing as platonic alt shipping.

And for me personally, because I believe Jikook are a real couple and have made that cross over I don't ship any of that pair romantically with other members anymore.

It's bizzare to me to ship someone I know has a partner romantically with anybody else- I make exceptions for Vmin of course💀

I know JK is side eyeing me but I don't care.

I want Tae to be happy too😭😭😭

Tae just wants his bestfriend and soulmate😭

It's too much😭😭😭😭😭😭

He stays shooting his shots🤣

Jimin Harem is real🤭

I must admit, I catch myself slipping on Vmin and Minimoni every now and then- old habits die hard and they don't make it easy 😫

But that don't mean I think Vmin is dating. THAT WOULD BE WILD.

Summary

Proshippers can be Platonic or Romantic shippers and you can ship a pair romantically and not assume they are real at all.

Anti shippers are just assholes trying to beat their values down people's throats.

Alt shippers don't ship their OTP with other players romantically.

I don't know what you mean by Jinkooker...

Do you ship Jinkook romantically or think they are real?? Sis...

Maybe you just ship them platonically or casually.

I ship all the ships platonically.

Especially all Jimin"s Tae's ships. I'd let my self flirt with the idea of romance every now and then.

JK's ships don't make sense to me as ships.

As nonplatonic ships I mean.

I'm fascinated each time I see a hardcore JK x any member ship besides Jikook swearing up and down JK is screwing Namjoon🤣🤣

I hope this helps??

GOLDY

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dannyphantom-rewrite · 3 years

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Timekeeper's assistants AU

Alright y'all! This is gonna be my info dump post for the Timekeepers assistant Au- buckle up cause it's gonna be a long one!

Inspired by @queendibz post here

The entire purpose of the assistant squad is to keep all the time lines running smoothly- this can range from stopping a world ending event to making sure things misplaced by natural ghost portals get put back into the right time and place.

So First up on the crew list,

Dan:

-Dan definitely isn't a homicidal maniac anymore but he's not 100 percent "redeemed" either.

-I mean he's probably still a bit of sadist but he tries not to be?

-The best description I can give is that he's in recovery, basically.

-So, Clockwork knew that Dan would eventually bust out of the thermos just because it wasn't built to hold a ghost of his power level for a prolonged period of time. But beyond that?? He has no idea about anything in regards to Dan. Since Dan's creation was averted, his timeline doesn't exist anymore. He's a paradox that exists outside of time, and unfortunately, that means he's the one entity in the multiverse that exists in Clockwork's blindspot. There's no way for him to know what Dan's going to do next.

-Anyway, Dan eventually breaks out of the thermos fully intending to Fuck Shit Up, And Clockwork makes a point of informing him that if he leaves the clock tower he will cease to exist. (Like Dan, the tower exists outside of time, so he's safe there.)

-Dan is the first member of the assistant squad. Granted, it took a while for him to come around to the idea of helping Clockwork but he got there eventually.

-Dan is an entity that was born out of the rage and grief of two very broken people and he has so much shit he's working through as a result

-One of the first things he had to do was recognize and accept that he's an entity that's completely separate from Vlad and Danny. He might have all their memories and the weight of their mistakes on his shoulders, and on top of that, the atrocities he himself committed because of them. The first step is realizing that he doesn't have to be defined by the people that made him.

-It's a really fucking difficult thing to do tho and he's got a lot of weird emotions in regards to Vlad, Danny and the Fentons as a result. A near constant identity crisis, self loathing, daddy issues, something that could arguably be called an Oedipus complex, (FUCKING THANKS, VLAD)

-Cannot stand the smell of fast food, it makes him nauseous and the sight of Nasty Burger sauce alone is enough to make him vomit Ectoplasm.

-He's just a hot mess all around y'all

-He tries to keep his interactions with the Danny's as minimal as possible at first bc of this. The first time he meets them in person he shape shifts into Danny like he did in TUE and just pretends to be one of them. Some of them have had interactions with their respective Dan's already and would be super wary of him and probably pretty freaked out otherwise.

-Dan is eventually allowed to leave the clocktower for supervised "Field missions" with the aid of a time medallion to keep him from poofing out of existence, but it takes a while for clockwork to build up that level of trust.

-Dan's shapeshifting ability Actually comes into play a bit on a lot of those missions, since he can Mimic Danny it also makes sense that he'd be able to impersonate Vlad in the same way. Granted he's not incredibly comfortable taking on either of their appearances but it does help him hone his shapeshifting ability to the point where he's able to pick and choose features from both Vlad and Danny and sorta make his own human disguise.

-Most of the time he acts as the eye in the sky from the tower, monitoring for timeline anomalies and then notifying the appropriate member of the assistant squad.

-He has a room under the clock tower that he operates from. I kinda like the idea of there being like, catacombs down there? Anyway he's got all kinds of monitors and view screens and he very rarely leaves. It also doubles as his "living space." He doesn't need to sleep but he's got a big mess of a pillow fort that he crashes in regardless bc sometimes you just NEED to be unconscious for a while. The catacombs are also absolutely full of those little blob ghosts that wander around the zone bc They're attracted to the ecto energy the tower gives off. He's really annoyed by them at first but they grow on him after a while and now he just dotes on them.

-There's a specific throw pillow sized one that likes to hang out in Dan's room a lot and he ended up getting a little over attached to the stupid thing. His name is Dorian. Bc he's a gift.

-SIR THATS MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT BLOB

-Dan's appearance has changed slightly. He wears his hair loose now and it's kinda just this big fiery mane when it's not contained. His cape is more of a cloak now, it has a hood and he wears it sorta pinned together at the shoulder so the DP logo is covered.

-Dan's relationship with the rest of the Danny's is kinda weird, and a little strained. He has a hard time being around them for very long because, well, he used to sort of be them? Except not really? He does care about them tho, and the last thing he'd want is for one of them to end up like him.

-His relationship with clockwork definitely starts out pretty familial, after he becomes his assistant, anyway. There's room for that to develop into meddling minutes but I'm not entirely sure if I'm gonna go that route yet.

-The Danny's only ever hear his voice for a while before he finally let's them meet him for real, so they end up calling him Charlie for a while as a joke. Cause Ya know. Charlie's angels. Even after Charlie still ends up being his designated name on missions.

Mer! Danny:

-Was recruited bc a lot of the shit that gets sucked through natural portals ends up in a body of water somewhere and when that happens he's on call to retrieve it.

-Is Actually not at all ghostly! Mer Danny's situation is basically the plot of H2O (just add water), or if you haven't seen that, Aquamarine. And by that I mean he's only a merfolk in water.

-He's an electric eel

-His Jack and Maddie are marine biologists, with a particular interest in marine cryptids

-We're taking sea monsters baby!!!

-Not entirely sure how this Danny ended up half mer yet but I'll figure it out, lmao.

-14 years old

-His nickname/ designation is "Moray"

Crown Prince! Danny:

-Nickname/designation is Prince / Princey

-16 years old

-Not allowed to go anywhere in the zone without the Fright knight bc of some ancient ghost law bullshit, so he has a constant babysitter.

-He's next in line bc he sealed away Pariah, but can't take the throne until he is both, A) at least 18 years and B) Completely deceased

-Vlad is his Regent bc he did have a part in the whole sealing the previous king thing, but he's also not completely dead so his power is super limited there.

-As Prince Danny has the crown of fire in his ghost form, although now the name is kinda ironic seeing as it's completely frozen over. It's blue now and it smokes like dry ice.

-As Regent, Vlad has the ring of rage for "safe keeping"

-Vlad and Danny are pretty much constantly at each other's throats, fright knights probably had to shut down more than a few of Vlad's attempts to usurp the crown from Danny through combat.

-Princey deals with the timeline issues that involve the ghost zones' internal / political affairs, and he's gotten very well versed with dealing with the Observants.

Winged! Danny :

-15 years old

-Mallard duck wings

-His Vlad is a swan

-Comes from a family of waterfowl, Jack is a goose, and Maddie is a white swan. Both he and jazz are ducks bc of their grandparents.

-As Fenton his wings are white, like jazz, and as phantom they turn black with a green iridescent sheen.

-He's trans

-Nickname/ designation is inviso Bill. Bc ducks have bills haha get it-

-Ghostly wail?? Nah son he's gotta killer QUACK

-Absolute besties with Mer!Danny/ Moray, sometimes they go swimming together after a mission.

Clone! Danny:

-Physically he's a 12-year-old, but he's only been alive for a few months.

-Alt universe where Vlad manages to stabilize the perfect clone with his own DNA.

-Dani still exists, and the original danny from his time line also rescued the other problematic clones.

-Doesnt like the fact that he's a clone, and very much wants them all DEAD. Bc them running around is a reminder that he's not the real danny.

-Human half looks the same aside from the widows peak and the mallen streak. His ghost half takes after plasmius. Blue skin, and the Hazmat kept it's original white colors.

-Probably has fangs and a forked tounge.

-Not so much a member of the squad as he is someone that they need to be keeping an eye on.

-Does NOT get along with them.

-Dan enjoys making him uncomfortable.

-Designation is Masters / the brat (not to his face tho)

Family Breakfast AU! Danny:

-A BABY

-The boy is a fucking overpowered todler okay. He's an 8 year old.

-The biological son of his Vlad, was born a Halfa. Jack, Vlad and Maddie got their shit together and are in a healthy poly relationship.

-Got separated from Vlad one time in the zone and inadvertently adopted by the assistant squad and clockwork.

-His Vlad is aware of the squad and just. Dad's the crap out of the Danny's as a result. It makes for some..... interesting interactions.

-I can't think of a nickname so I'm just gonna be lazy and say he gets to be the one Tru Danny bc cute little kind privileges lmao.

Full ghost! Danny:

-15 years old, will always look 14.

-Nickname/designation is Toast

-Died in the portal accident and got fucking FRIED.

-He always smells like somethings burning.

-He's really bright and sorta sparks a bit, you can see his bones glowing through the hazmat.

-He still leave the zone to protect his version of amity, but lives with clockwork full time.

Canon Danny (NOT PHANTOM PLANET COMPLIANT) :

-Basically show Danny, except phantom planet never happened fuck you

-Joined the crew after the events of de stabilized

-Also he's trans fuck butch

-Franken! Danny

-Yall remember that Headless Danny Au? This is my take.

-Is Actually 20 years old, but physically stuck at age 14. Bc he's a walking corpse :)

-Came from a timeline that was directly parallel to Full ghost! Danny. He dies in the portal accident, but jack and Maddie are in the lab when it happens and manage to sort of bring him back using a combination of science and freaky ghost junk.

-So he's basically possessing/ stuck inside of his own dead body. Which, is thankfully not rotting or going into rigor mortis bc Ectoplasm is rather similar to formaldehyde, but he's not the most durable thing and bits and pieces fall off from time to time.

-Like his head. For example.

-He's pretty desensitized to it at this point and if he loses a leg after a ghost fight he doesn't see anything wrong with sitting down on the curb of a main street to stich it back on. His being dead isn't exactly a secret.

-Don't ever ask him to "give you a hand" bc he can and will not hesitate to pop one off and Chuck it at you.

-Said hand and any other body part will continue to function just fine even if it isn't attached to anything, btw.

-Nickname/ designation is Adam. Bc. Ya know. that's the name Frankenstein's monster gave itself.

Post Phantom Planet! Danny:

-A very jaded 22 year old who is driven only by spite and enough caffeine to kill a horse

-Very, very tired of the hero thing.

-Being a global celebrity isn't all it's cracked up to be.

-Decided to follow Vlads lead and fuck off to space for a while. Partially to get away from everyone and also partially bc he kinda feels responsible for the fact that the only other person like him and probably floating DEAD in the void somewhere? And yeah Vlad fucked up all on his own but what if he'd tried harder to get through to him things could have been different-

-Joins the crew after a natural portal opens up in space and decides to help out and use clockworks resources to try and track down his Vlad.

-Nickname/ Designation is Polaris, aka the north star.

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aggressivelyclueless · 2 years

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📘👀👀👀 gimme those fic deets!

ok ok here's one that i have not written down yet bc i Cannot on my life write crackfic and if i ever do this one it's gotta be done right. but it lives rent free in my brain so here goes:

haunted house at the edge of town only it's run like the mystery shack. and it's not doing so great. [not-stan-pines] is getting a little bit desperate, asks the ghosthunters in town (the fentons) if they can help him, and what he gets is danny, hired on the cheap to backseat haunt for a weekend. note: not-stan does not *actually* believe in ghosts. he thinks the fentons are cons like him.

unfortunate tour group includes:

-Disgruntled Family Of Four: The Dad, who shelled out to see the ghost and they had better see the ghost, dammit; The Mom, a basic karen; The Son, who is a shitty lil snot that won't keep his hands off anything; The Daughter, who wants a selfie with the ghost for insta clout

-Real Psychic, whose job is to actually appease restless dead

-Fake Psychic, whose job is to sell the idea that hes appeasing restless dead (longstanding rivalry with Real Psychic)

-Paranormal Investigator, Professional (every ghosthunter tv show ever)

-Paranormal Investigator, Amateur (wes) [an avid (read: annoying) fanboy of Professional]

-Skeptic, doing another article for aliens-ghosts-and-bigfoot-aren't-real magazine

-Not-Stan's Ex-Wife, Along With New Pretty Bf, and they are both doing very well and definitely only came to show off how well they were doing. nothing to do with ghosts; they serve only to ruffle not-stan's feathers

and, hiding in the cellar because he doesn't want to deal with any of this Stupid Bull Shit, is the actual ghost of the guy who died like a century ago. please leave this poor man's house alone he just wants to go to bed :(

so basically take all this and put it in a jar and shake it a few times. resulting shenanigans include, but are not limited to:

-not-stan gets ahold of danny's thermos, slaps a pricetag on it and chucks it into the giftshop

-subsequently, wes actually buys it and immediately sucks danny up with it

-a seance that goes horribly wrong for a wide variety of reasons, not the least of which is the contant bickering between Real/Fake Psychic

-danny is a bit overmounted on this one and has to bail partway through to get backup; might or might not get ahold of sam and tuck and convince them to hold the fort for him in the meantime

-said backup might be vlad, because he is the Most Dramatic Bitch danny knows. yes danny will owe him a favor afterwards. yes he knows thats a bad spot to be in

-danny meets Cellar Ghost, is appalled that the guy cant get a nap in his own house; also very insulted that not-stan doesnt believe in ghosts when there is a real one (!!) in his literal basement, and hes been there the whole time. wtf

-makes a deal with The Daughter at some point: he'll let her get that selfie with him if she helps him out with a thing

-she immediately posts it to her insta and wes sees it and it drives him batshit

-also, if u think these people are staying together as a group at any point throughout this whole mess, you are wrong. theyre not.

-at least one scooby doo chase scene. just because.

-ghost therapy w/ Real Psychic and Cellar Ghost, tragically interrupted before she can lay the poor fella to rest

-but at least that puts the two of them, plus danny, on the same side, whatever side that even is

anyways. i think about this one a lot. as soon as im capable of writing smth without tipping the angst bucket on it, it'll be all over for u fools

#dp #fic adjacent

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v3nusaphr0d1t3 · 3 years

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cuz im all that you want, boy

crossposted on ao3: <3 rating: explicit content warning: shameless porn, crying during sex, unprotected sex (wear a condom kids), feminine terms used for ftm genitals, i think thats it correct me if im wrong! <3 dabi fucks tomura silly on stream !

it was only a matter of time before tomura’s next stream, and his views were at an all time high. he had taken pictures of himself in the thigh highs and garters before he went live last time, and those posts were blowing up.

he wondered if dabi would let him take pictures next time.

next time was also a fun prospect. dabi and tomura had been considerably closer since the livestream, dabi being more and more taunting each time he interacted with tomura. tomura wanted to say he disliked it, but that would be lie. not that he was impartial to lying. but it just felt strange to lie to himself about the man who would be actively fucking him to pay the bills.

tomura got almost unreasonably excited for the next stream, but before it came, he needed to talk to dabi. they needed to set limited, get supplies, and get all of that set up before they dove too deep into this. he didn’t wanna fuck the dude up or potentially get himself knocked up.

so a couple days before his next scheduled livestream, he caught dabi in the kitchen. it was later on in the night, both being unhealthily nocturnal. dabi looked up from his ramen, sitting on the counter, and immediately gave a shit eating grin.

“hello, freakshow.” tomura’s voice was laced with annoyance and sarcasm.

“hey, creep. what’s up?” he took a long slurp of his ramen, and tomura fought the urge to roll his eyes.

“we gotta talk about some things if you wanna keep joinin’ me for the streams.” tomura pulled up a chair at the table, across the counter that dabi was currently sitting on.

“ok, so first off. you can quit out at any time, i’ll just end the stream or continue it alone. just remember that, you can leave at any time. i’ll delete any videos or anything that i put up with you in them, just tell me.” tomura started out with the most important thing. “you can always tell me if you don’t like something, or if you aren’t comfortable with something. you got a safeword? mine’s red light, just for ease.”

dabi smiled, a strange reaction that tomura didn’t evoke often, and nodded. “i gotcha, i’ll go with that too. now what’s goin’ down during the next one?” dabi’s smile morphed into the shiteating grin that tomura knew all too well.

“well, it really depends. you could do me, i could do you, its what the audience wants to see. and what they’re willing to pay for.” tomura sported a little smirk of his own, immediately dropping when the man across from him took a loud slurp of his noodles.

it was a moment before dabi replied. “cool with me.”

---

in the days following, tomura made it his mission to try to wind dabi up. he wanted to increase the tension between them, and he found in his attempts that the frustrated blush on dabi’s face when he was frustrated was a good look on him.

he would purposefully brush too far against him in the hallway or the kitchen, be in the kitchen with his thigh-highs on, or just give dabi these looks that he knew he was capable of— only because he had practiced them in the mirror for his streams. and the teasing was working. dabi was wound like a spring, snapping at tomura more often, and tomura would just grin and walk off.

it made him feel powerful, knowing he was doing something to his poor roommate.

eventually the day came when the stream would take place, and butterflies made their way into tomura’s stomach as he set up the camera and tripod perpendicular to his bed, along with quivers in his legs and gut. and ten minutes before 10 pm, he knocked on dabi’s door and made his way back into his room to sit on his bed.

he put on some beat-heavy background music, easing him into his mood. he wasn’t wearing anything special on the surface this time, just a black thong under his shorts and a hoodie. he knew dabi would eat it up anyway, by the look on his face as he entered the room. he practically billowed steam, eyes lit up like firelight. it was intoxicating the way the other man looked at him. he turned his back, swallowing his embarrassment and adopting his livestream persona. he took a deep breath, moved to his laptop, and started the stream. dabi took his seat on the bed, leaned back on his hands and watching tomura like a hawk.

tomura greeted his returning viewers, and welcomed new ones, before the view count got too high to speak to individually and he addressed the group of them all.

“hey, i’m tomura, this is my roommate dabi, and welcome to tonight’s stream—” he went on to explain the goals this stream, and left the events of the night open to the democracy of his chat.

>> I kinda want to see our boy get ruined… 0////0

>> Agreed!! ^^

>> idk, i think we shud let tomu decide -3-

>> fuck him up dabi

tomura nearly blushed at the influx of comments requesting dabi ‘ruin’ him, and he’d be lying if he said the thought wasn’t getting him wet in his shorts. he chuckled, a fake hollow little thing that the audience would eat up, and quickly looked back at dabi. he was nearly stopped in his tracks at the sight of two neon blue eyes tracing his movement with intensity that had tomura nearly shaking.

“well, folks, i’d say yes but i think i’d like to see you put your money where your mouth is.” it weirdly always paid for him to be upfront. it added to his strange rotten charm as a performer.

dabi seemed nearly surprised in the background, the white-haired man watching him through the screen of his computer.

“what’re they suggestin’, tomura?” his name out of dabi’s mouth was intimate in this setting, and almost threw tomura off. he turned to face the man, giving another shit-eating grin.

“they wanna see you fuck me.” he was composed and slightly sultry outwardly, but on the inside it felt like a small horde of giant butterflies were currently trying to rattle his ribcage. he was glad he was on medication for his raging anxiety or he wouldn’t have this job, or the chance to fuck his hot roommate. he could feel the tingle in his legs working its way up and toward his core. especially at the look and quiet growl dabi made at tomura’s words.

he prayed to whatever god was listening that someone donated. but in the meantime, he had a show to put on. he turned back to the chat.

>> rile him up, tomu ( •̀ᴗ•́ )و ̑̑

>> ^^^^

and tomura’s own eagerness showed when he immediately followed orders, standing up and making his way over to where dabi was sitting, sliding into his lap just like last time.

“hello again—” tomura cut dabi off before he could even start with a hungry kiss. dabi’s arms immediately went to wrap around tomura’s waist, engulfing it and pulling tomura against the hardness in dabi’s sweatpants.

hot.

ding!

tomura pulled away from the kiss, whipping his head around to look at the screen.

>>> cyncyty Donated $50.00: ride his face ! <<<

tomura’s face turned red, looking to dabi, who was also staring at the donation.

“well, looks like we have a request! thank you... “ tomura didn’t have a clue how to pronounce the username, “so much!” his voice was enthusiastic to hide the shaking in his legs that dabi could no doubt feel as said man gripped his thighs and grinded his hips up, causing tomura to lose his breath.

“you heard em’, hop on.” dabi’s voice was gravelly and tomura could see the desire in his eyes. dabi leaned back on his elbows, still rolling his hips up into tomura.

tomura put on a show in taking his clothes off, as he always tried to do. pulling his hoodie over his head, and removing himself from dabi’s lap to taunt the camera with the straps of his underwear that were visible over the sides of his shorts. he saw dabi strip his shirt in the background as tomura finally pulled his shorts and underwear off after plenty of taunting his audience. and dabi, apparently, because as soon as tomura was in reach, dabi was gripping him by the waist and pulling the white-haired man back-to-front in his lap and attaching his lips to tomura’s neck.

tomura let out a (semi-embarrassing) whine, arching back into his touch, feeling the other man’s erection through his sweatpants. dabi ate it up, sucking another mark into tomura’s neck before laying back and laughing at tomura’s gasp when he thrust up again.

“c’mon babydoll, we don’t have all day.” tomura swore dabi got a power-high from this, evil little glint in his eye telling the white-haired man all he needed to know. either way, there was a reaction in the way that tomura scrambled to position himself with either thigh on the sides of dabi’s head. the camera had a side perspective, getting all of tomura’s expressions as dabi dove in.

dabi had a lot of practice, somewhere, sometime because the way he was working tomura out almost immediately was borderline unfair. tomura snuck a hand into dabi’s hair, yanking and receiving a growl against him for his efforts. tomura ground down against dabi’s magical fuckin’ tongue as he brought his other hand up to muffle himself. that had dabi immediately pulling off of him to look up at him, blue eyes meeting red, as if waiting for something.

“they gotta hear you baby, ain’t that the whole point?” tomura could hear his smirk but obeyed anyway, putting his other hand in dabi’s hair and pulling him back to where he wanted him.

ding!

>>> cmrbbg Donated $110.00: Fuck him silly, Make him cry. <<<

tomura looked over to the laptop, blissed out look in his eye, only to see his highest returning donator once again blow everyone else out of the water. tomura rolled his hips against the warmth of dabi’s mouth before pulling away, sliding down and letting dabi sit up.

but before tomura could say anything, dabi said it for him.

“god, fuckin’ thank you—” was his only warning before dabi was manhandling him into quite an embarrassing position, face down ass up on his own bed before he could even say ‘shit’. dabi had him by his hips, forcing his back into quite the impressive arch.

dabi grabbed the lube from tomura’s bedside table and slicked his fingers up, one entering with no resistance. he added another, earning a breathy sigh from tomura. he curled his fingers upwards, locating that little spot inside him that made tomura’s hips rock against him.

“god, you’re so pretty like this, y’know?” dabi breathed out, words deep and damn near confectionary. tomura wasn’t used to compliments, burying his head into his arms. dabi scissored his fingers.

“you are. you’re glowin’, baby. so perfect like this, gonna take me so good. you’re gorgeous.” the last bit was whispered, the mic not picking it up as tomura blushed down to his shoulders. his arch deepened, legs spreading a bit more as dabi added a third finger. it was accompanied by a pitiful moan that failed to be muffled by tomura’s arms. finally, dabi deemed him ready— or he was just done with this torment, as tomura heard clothes rustling and the slick sound of the lube. tomura didn’t turn around, only swaying his hips from side to side coyly as he knew the audience liked.

he felt those hot hands grip his hips again, and he felt hot pressure against his entrance. dabi grinded his cock against him, not entering as another form of torture that teh white-haired man was fed up with.

“you know what to do, tomura.” the words were commanding and taunting at the same time, the tone making tomura hot as dabi massaged his thighs. tomura tried to push back against dabi, grinding back and making the other man suck his breath in.

“you’re not gettin’ nothin’ unless you ask nicely, i know you know how to, baby.” dabi murmured, tracing his hand along the dip in tomura’s spine. the touch was so gentle, so intimate, that it had tomura spilling his pride and his words for this man yet again.

“please,” he panted out, nearly biting his hand out of embarrassment due to his whiny tone.

“please what?”

“please fuck me, please—” and with a shock that shot straight up his spine, he felt dabi enter him all at once. he made an awful squawking noise, nearly folding in on himself. dabi stayed where he was for a moment, tapping on tomura’s hip to check in on him. tomura nodded, and dabi began his violent thrusts. tomura felt every slide of metal and hot flesh against his inside, feeling split open on the other man’s cock. the rubbing against his insides scratched an itch, satisfied an ache, and he could feel himself getting lost in it. his moans were muffled into his arms as his eyes damn near rolled to the back of his head, eyes half-lidded and full of lust.

dabi suddenly, grabbed him by his hair and wrapped a hand under his chest and pulled his up, throwing him off guard. a new angle hit a spot inside tomura he didn’t even know he had, and he let out a loud gasp as dabi continued to plow that spot inside him. tomura felt a pressure building up in his gut.

“fuck— dabi, god, please—” tomura babbled, “god, i can feel it.”

dabi let out a breathy chuckle, nosing along tomura’s shoulders, moving to hold him up by a vice grip on his elbows.

“close, close, please—”

and with that, dabi dropped tomura onto the bed, roughly pulling out and leaving tomura to face-plant into the pillows.

tomura looked around at him with murder in his eyes. dabi only grinned, leaning over tomura and flipping him over on his back. dabi took tomura’s hands, placing them above his head.

“keep em’ there or it’s over,” dabi threatened, despite the fact that he felt like he would die if he didn’t have tomura right there with him. tomura was heating up and his brain felt like jello already, his orgasm staved off by the drop of his gut from the surprise faceplant.

dabi re-entered, this time agonizingly slow. tomura tried to wriggle his hips, but dabi just held them in his iron hot grip. they had honestly forgotten about the camera at this point, too caught up in the flush of their hips as dabi finally pushed all the way inside. they started up again, rocking their hips together with enough momentum that the impact was nearly bruising at the spots of touch. tomura’s pillowy thighs helped with that, despite his boney nature.

the drag of heat from his cunt to the look that dabi was giving him, in addition to the buildup of one orgasm with no relief had tomura getting close again already.

“please, can i cum? i’ve been good, i’ll be good—”

“god, you have no idea how good you sound right now. you’re so hot, tomura. beg me again, just like that?” dabi’s grin was awful and shit-eating, but tomura had lost all pride, only focused on the slap of their hips and the melting of his own mind.

“dabi! dabi, please— let me cum, god—” and as much as dabi wanted to give it to him, he still pulled out. he had a job to do, and with the way tomura was wriggling in frustration, whimpering like a bitch in heat, dabi could do this all day.

he had to make tomura cry. and with the look on the other man’s face, he wasn’t far off. wide, glassy eyes, a grimace and upturned brows. all he needed was the tears. so he sat, and he waited while tomura squirmed. each time tomura would try to take initiative, dabi would grab his hips to stop his movements, and tomura had yet to disobey him about moving his arms. it was so hot to have control over someone who usually gave him so much shit.

tomura started begging again, and dabi eventually had to give in, piledriving his cock into the man below him. and with a few particularly deep thrusts, tomura threw his head back as a tear ran down his face. his moans were more like quiet and breathless sobs at this point, so eager and so ready. so dabi sped up, slamming into the boy harder and harder. tomura’s words sped up and broke apart until they were just small little groans of “dabi”, “please”, and “fuck”. it was amusing that dabi really had fucked him silly. tears escaped tomura’s gorgeous red eyes, rolling down his red cheeks and bringing dabi so much closer to the edge.

tomura’s arms finally moved and came to grip at dabi’s biceps. dabi allowed it because the boy probably needed something to ground himself with. dabi decided to show the poor boy mercy, reaching down with his thumb to circle the boys swollen clit and leaned down to murmur in his ear.

“cum for me, pretty boy,” and tomura was undone. a cry, a gasp and a visceral physical reaction, and he was clenching around dabi as he came so hard he saw stars.

it wasn’t long for dabi, pulling out and cumming on tomura’s stomach with a groan, panting as he felt tomura still holding on to his arms. dabi sat back for a moment to catch his breath before approaching the laptop, still nude.

“well, i hope you enjoyed. gonna go take care of our resident star, and i’ll be seeing you guys next time.” dabi murmured a quick goodbye to the audience, shutting off the livestream and turning off the computer. dabi didn’t know how to turn off the equipment, that was just something tomura would have to fuck with once he came back to the land of the living. dabi went off to retrieve a rag and some water, coming back to tomura staring at the ceiling.

“you with me, baby?” dabi sat back on the bed, using the rag to gently clean tomura up, before cleaning himself up and throwing the rag on the floor to be dealt with later (gross). he motioned the water bottle to tomura, which he happily gulped down.

“jesus, yeah. that was—” tomura cut off, shaking his head. “can you get my hoodie for me? and some regular underwear. i can’t fuckin’ walk, freakshow. you did me in.” tomura griped, and dabi went to fulfill the request, throwing on his own boxers. and to his own surprise,tomura grabbed him by the wrist, pulling him down onto the bed and wrapping himself around dabi like some sort of koala.

“stay,” was all tomura said.

and so dabi did.

#dabi bnha #dabi #touya todoroki #bnha lemon #shigadabi #dabi x shigaraki #shigaraki tomura

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hey i just wanna say the long posts genuinely make my day. also can you talk more about gordon freeman character because the way you write him makes me quake in my gay little boots

i would love to talk about gordon freeman. thank u for the opportunity

the first thing i need to communicate about gordon is that this dude sucks. and i say this in the fondest way possible. he is a bitch from the moment he drops into the world until the moment he goes out. if you dont believe me, give it another watch! gordons mouthy and rude for no real reason, at least so far as “being a regular dude on his way into work” goes, and this dude goes around calling his coworkers names with zero provocation. (of course, we all know that the reason is because its a funny guy improv stream that borrows a bit from freemans mind, but im talkin from a character sense.)

but my argument isnt just that gordon freeman sucks. its that he sucks in a very specific way that i find insanely endearing. i love this dude. i love to hate him. hes awful in a very mundane sense - weve all known a guy like this, at least if youve spent too much time online - and its cathartic to watch him suffer because of it.

gordons a smart guy. as written, hes gotta be - hes a recent MIT grad, on his way to work at a top-secret research facility to do weird shit with crystals and theoretical physics. but the thing about smart guys is that theyre often......selectively intelligent. we can see this in the way that he has a hard time navigating his surroundings, and needs the science crew to guide him through it and keep him alive.

this is one of those things that is a natural consequence of somebody going through the game for the first time, but that i am interpreting as “gordon is kind of stupid sometimes”. its uncharitable but its not like he doesnt deserve it. he likes to boss around the crew as if he knows what hes doing, when he often very much does not, and is fond of demeaning their intelligence. hes real bad about this with tommy in particular, treating him like hes a kid whos playing at being a scientist when tommy is actually a decade older than him. all i am saying is that gordon ought to stay humble. hes awful cocky when he perceives himself as better than others.

which, i think, tracks with how cocky he gets when he gives up on the whole “well-meaning citizen” thing and just unloads bullets into people. he puts up a front of being a Nice Guy, you know, just some dude caught in a bad situation who doesnt like seeing his companions obliterate every NPC they come across, but that doesnt stop him from cackling like a fucking madman and mowing down aliens (and soldiers) every once in awhile. when he stops seeing himself as helpless and starts seeing himself as the one in control, the gloves come off. he gets mean. and i think thats very sexy of him

this, among other things, is why i am insistent that gordon freeman is a control freak. he desperately wants to be in control of the situation at all times, shepherding around the science crew primarily by bitching at them, but its of limited success. its futile. sisyphean. tommy, coomer, bubby, and benrey exist almost to torment him with exactly the thing that would make him suffer the most: a gaggle of people running around causing problems for him, but he cant go anywhere without them b/c hes reliant on them to make it out alive.

its perpetual suffering, and its cathartic to watch. and funny, too. and if youre a little weirdo like me, its very, very enjoyable. how twisted up he gets when nobodys listening to him! how sweaty and frazzled he must look. its cute, and it also makes me want to reach through the screen and shake him and tell him to just be a little nicer. he wants control but he doesnt know how to attain it, he doesnt know how to play nice like a real leader. i think its a neat contrast to gordon freeman as we know him in HL2, where he literally is the leader of the resistance and has to live up to it. this is gordon freeman but if he was moe through helplessness.

“helpless” is, i think, a great way to describe him. a core bit of imagery in half life is this sense of railroadedness and helplessness, with gordon freeman being put into play like a chess piece and having no choice but to move forward. and this iteration of gordon leans into that by being totally dependent on the science crew in order to make progress and Not Die. and hes also subject to the whims of benrey, local eldritch weirdo who has basically made it his life mission to fuck with gordon.

gordons anxieties dont help with that. if he wasnt so fun to stress out and fuck with, the science crew probably wouldnt do it so much! too bad for him that they like fucking with him so much that he was driven into a panic attack (multiple times, even, depending on your interpretation). hes got that real neurotic mindset. always worrying about shit that could go wrong, and attempting to exert control over his surroundings in an effort to control the anxiety.

IMO the real way to nail the Neurotic Gordon Freeman Experience is to combine the ever-present anxiety with his pervasive sense of self-loathing. he openly states that he has no friends and nobody seems to like him, and to that, i really gotta say, i wonder why. he doesnt really seem to factor in that hes kind of a bitch, and has way too high an estimation of his own intelligence relative to everybody elses. its really one of the worst ways to be: aware that people dont like you, but unaware of exactly why. if he was like, 10% nicer, he probably wouldnt have had half as many issues getting through black mesa, but also, its funny to see him squawking his way through the game. so, you know.

its stuff like that that makes me headcanon him as a dude with low self-esteem in general. convinced that hes not likable, not attractive, out of his element......impostor syndrome, except that theres some truth to it. this is a guy who truly does not realize how good he has it: he really is just an average shitty dude, and yet, somehow, benrey took a shine to him. some poor motherfucker out there actually likes him and wants to suck his dick. thats dedication

also, i keep bringing up “repression” when i talk about gordon. and hopefully, what ive been talking about helps explain why. he has a strong desire to be a regular dude, not just murdering his way through black mesa, but if hes pushed hard enough he leans into it. gets bossy. picks up a cigar off a dead soldier and takes a long drag, before smacking forzen around with a pistol and ordering him around. gordon freeman is a regular, kind of anxious guy who likes competitive swimming and streaming on justin.tv and making anime references, and he is also a guy who takes a filthy pleasure in making a trained soldier his bitch. and i didnt make up any of this shit - this is purestrain canon, baby. this is a guy with problems

to me, this screams the kind of guy who represses a lot of shit b/c he doesnt feel like its morally decent. you run into this guy a lot online: the wokeboy, the online leftist, the guy who spends too much time on social media websites. (like reddit. i think he would actively use reddit and he would never get any appreciable amount of karma but he never stops posting. its sisyphean! cathartic.) from the way he talks about “bootboys”, i think it tracks. he knows about imperialism, he knows about feminism, but at the end of the day hes your average american white dude who struggles with internalizing it.

a lot of those dudes struggle with sex and gender issues. (dont we all.) when youre trying to be a Good Person(tm), you spend a lot of time thinking about your own relationship to sex and kink and all that shit. and i maintain that a too-online dude who buries a lot of his control freak tendencies would also try to bury a lot of weird sexual shit in an attempt to seem Normal and Well-Adjusted and not like a little freak. i justify this by the sheer number of times gordon blurts out weird sex shit as a joke. there are only two outcomes to making that many piss jokes: either youre secretly a piss guy, or you lathe-of-heaven yourself into becoming one. i will stand by this

ive talked a lot about why this dude sucks. now, let me talk to you about what makes gordon so much fun to write. first things first: hes funny! a subjective evaluation, yeah, but both in- and out-of-character, hes aiming to be funny. and being the straight man to everybody else plays into that whole “helplessness” thing.

secondly: underneath it all, there is a good dude under there. gordon worries when his companions get hurt, he tries to clean them off and patch them up, and hes got his lil leftist heart in the right place. you could even read a lot of his bossy, bitchy demeanor as him wanting to make sure everyone gets out okay and doesnt hurt themselves. when it comes to animals and anti-imperialist sentiment, gordons a pretty good guy.

hes the kind of guy who would probably see a dog on the street and get excited and play with it, but would get really prickly about the correct way to put dishes in the dishwasher. control freak tendencies.

finally, subjecting such a miserable, tormented guy to even more psychological anguish is really, really fun. you feel a little bad for him, but he kind of deserves it. so many problems he goes through are purely of his own making, and if gordon would just relax and quit trying to hard to maintain control - of himself, of the people around him - and own up to having Problems and Issues, he would be a happier guy. but thats why its fun to bend him until he breaks. being a little control freak myself, putting gordon freeman thru psychosexual torment is cathartic.

when it comes to writing his thought processes, the fact that he is canonically some kind of psychotic (yes, i am boldly claiming this. suck me) and i am also canonically some kind of psychotic makes it easier to write what i think his thought processes are. i just give him my brain issues of “getting lost in thought” and “overthinking fucking everything”. a touch of paranoia helps. even if i dont explicitly label him as schizophrenic please know that i am writing him as a paranoid little nutcase at all times because, uh, you write what you know.

paranoid. anxious. of the mindset that everyones out to get him (which isnt helpful when everyone is out to get him). repressed and deeply Not Normal but trying so very fucking hard to be normal and well-adjusted. a control freak with sadistic tendencies who also really, really likes getting bullied by his best frenemy. a hapless little nerd who sounds really cute when his voice starts to break from nerves. and, most importantly, a dumb jock. do not ever forget this.

thats gordon freeman, babey. hope that helps

#asky #careposting

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writingsbychlo · 4 years

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Types Of Kisses | Bellamy Blake

Author: @writingsbychlo

Word Count: 6201

Notes: My first official Bellamy Blake thing, go easy on me if it sucks? Also, this was supposed to be headcanons and it really just got out of control. My bad.

Warnings: References to sex, references to death, references to injury, thats about it? It’s pretty nice and soft, really. As apposed to my other things.

Quick Kisses When You’re Both Busy

Finding free time around the camp was hard, everybody was set to a job, keeping it running, keeping you all safe, pulling their weight.

You were no different.

Somehow, it seemed everybody here had arrived on this planet with a useful trade. Monty was a genius in everything he tried, Jasper was a wiz-kid, Raven could fix, build or hack anything you threw at her, Clarke seemed to be a certified doctor within three weeks of landing, Murphy has an uncanny ability to steal anything anyone needed and Bellamy was just a natural-born leader. You, had a particularly good talent for drawing smiley faces, not that it was a talent you could transfer much here.

Instead, you opted to study underneath Raven, and help her out since she had limitations now with her leg. That is how you found yourself twenty feet up a metal tower, with a pair of pliers and a racing heart in front of an electrical box.

“Okay, so tell me again which socket the red wire is connecting to?” She shouted up and you traced the wire gently with your fingers, following it along to the socket.

“Top right! Where do you want the other end going?” Waiting but receiving no reply, you looked down, a familiar mop of deep brown hair catching your gaze next to the top of a pony-tailed head. Abby also stood with them, Clarke too, and you rolled your eyes, having given up on watching them argue and choosing instead to detangle wires you knew weren’t needed.

Feeling a tug on the rope around your waist, you glanced down, Raven holding the end securely and you closed the box, unwrapping your leg from around the pole you had fastened yourself to and immediately swinging away from the tower and into the air.

Being slowly lowered, you were surprised when you were met halfway by Bellamy, the fingers of one hand holding him to the beams he climbed up, the others wrapping around the knot at your waist as he pulled you back close to the tower. His lips landed on yours softly, your hands coming up to cup his face as you grinned.

“Well, hello there.” You teased, and he smiled, pecking your nose gently.

“Raven says to plug the blue into the middle and connect the two ends.” He grinned, placing another chaste kiss to your lips before letting you swing back out into the air. Raven pulling you back up to the box as he began his climb back down. “See you later!” He shouted, patting Raven on the shoulder before following Abby across the camp, leaving Clarke to chat with Raven and you with a smile on your face.

Needy Kisses When One of You Wants Attention

It wasn’t like you were purposefully ignoring Bellamy, you weren’t, but your top had a hole torn in it from where you’d snagged it on a branch running from the acid fog, and being that it was the only one you had, you were trying to stitch it up again.

That had been going well, until Bellamy had pushed his way into your tent, kicking his boots off from a stressful day and flopping down on your makeshift bed, the impact of his body nudging yours causing the sharpened piece of twig you were using as a needle for stitching to prick the end of your finger.

With a mumbled apology, he threw his arm over his eyes, the other stretched outwards for you to curl into his side. Except, you didn’t. Peeking up from under his forearm, your eyes weren’t even on him, actually, and all he wanted at the end of a stressful and busy day was your attention, and the fact that he wasn’t getting the aforementioned attention was irking him.

Your finger was now placed between your lips, shirt clutched in one hand and he let himself finally take you in. The bra that had been a clean white when you’d first come down was now more of a murky grey, stained from continual washing in the river and working, and the strap that was near snapping had discoloured threads, strings stolen from spare materials holding it together, the thought bringing a smile to his lips.

Your hair had been tied up out of your way in the messiest braid he’d ever seen, chunks that were too wispy and short to reach hung around your face as you concentrated, and he forced himself to sit back up, resting his chin on your shoulder and letting a loud grumble resonate in his throat, telling you exactly what he wanted.

“In a minute, Bell, I just gotta’ finish stitching this.” You promised, holding it up to show him you weren’t far off, but his arms snaked around your waist, squeezing you tightly, a huff leaving his lips. Using his nose to nudge the strap from your shoulder, he kissed along your shoulder blades and up to just beneath your ear, nuzzling into your skin as you giggled.

Letting the shirt fall to a pile in your lap for a moment, you turned to him, cupping his face and pressing your lips to his. His response was almost instant, his lips pressing to yours just as firmly and he hummed happily, moving to lie back down, and you pulled away, his eyebrows furrowing, a pout forming on his lips as he whined. Pecking his lips again once, twice, you shook your head.

“I seriously have to finish stitching this, otherwise I’ll have nothing to wear.” You teased, and he chuckled, his fingers dancing along your skin raising goosebumps to your skin as he sucked gently on your shoulder, working his tongue over your skin until a purple mark he could be proud of had appeared.

“I don’t see a problem with that.”

As he moved to the next spot, he let his fingers play with the clasp, popping it open and slipping his hand around to your front, fingers tracing the now loosened support on your front and you sewed up a knot, having successfully closed the gash in the fabric. Using your teeth to snap the thread, you chucked your shirt to the floor, standing and letting your bra slip down your arms, popping the button on your jeans.

Watching, joyfully, Bellamy lay back, arms propped behind his head as he watched you shimmy out of your jeans. His bottom lip was caught between his lip and his features were playful, but his eyes were tired and you could see it. Kicking the pants from your legs, you placed your hands on your hips, a smile tugging at your own lips.

“You say that now, Bell, but I don’t think you’d be too happy when Murphy’s eyes would be on me all day if all I wore was my bra, hm?” The smile immediately fell away to be replaced with an angry frown, and he shot up, hand reaching behind his head to tug his own shirt over his head as he held it out for you, tugging you down onto the bed with him when you reached out for it.

Straddling him, he held it open, dragging it over your head until the material was bunched around your neck, and he used the opportunity to pull your forwards, your lips meeting his once again. His hands slipped up from the top to your face, cradling your cheeks in his hands and you pushed your arms through the holes, enjoying the warmth he’d left in it, his smell clinging to the fabric.

Finally laying down with him, you peppered kisses along his jaw and he sighed happily, eyes closing as he got the love and care he wanted at the end of a long day leading the 100.

Goodnight Kisses

Your entire body ached, all your muscles were screaming out, and you were so thankful when you finally sat down on the edge of your bed. Echo had been teaching you some fighting methods, training you up, and it was really taking a toll on your body

With a heavy sigh, you leaned back in the soft touch on your back happily. Turning to Bellamy, his eyes were equally as tired as yours, mentally exhausted and strained from spending all day with Raven working out how best to run and maintain the ring, and trying to find out how the hell they were going to get back down to earth in a few years. With a soft smile, you switched off the lamp beside you and crawled under the covers, relishing in the feeling of no longer having to stand on sore feet or put pressure on aching joints.

Curling into Bellamy’s warmth, his hand immediately wrapped around your shoulders, your head resting happily on the pillow and his arm, your own hand folded under your pillow with the other on his chest, a content sound leaving you both as you stared tiredly into the dark, your breathing slowing as you matched up.

Your leg hitched up, one of yours curling around his and his other hand found your thigh beneath the covers, holding onto you as his thumb absentmindedly stroked over your skin. Pressing a soft kiss to the skin of his neck where your face was pressed, he returned the gesture by pressing a series of kisses to your forehead and temple, pulling you impossibly closer and squeezing you into him.

Rubbing your nose, against his jaw, you could feel the yawn that left his lips, and he turned to look down at you resting on his shoulder, using his nose to nudge your attention to him. Without even opening your eyes, you let the hand that had been resting on his chest come up to cup his cheek, pressing your lips to his languidly and tiredly as he returned the gesture, your lips barely moving as he smiled softly into the exchange.

“Love you.” He muttered, kissing your nose before letting his head fall back onto the pillow.

“Love you, too.” The words were muffled, spoken through a yawn and on the edge of sleep.

Goodmorning Kisses

Kissing along the scruffy jawline of the curly-haired boy, you grinned, giggling against his skin as he turned his head away from you with a grumble about it being too early, and you only continued to kiss his jaw on the other side, trailing kisses up along his cheek to the corner of his mouth. When he puckered his lips, however, having accepted that it was a wake-up call, you pulled away, sitting upright in his lap, leg either side of his, and one of his eyes popped open to look at you.

“You forgot one.” His morning voice was raspy, and you popped an eyebrow, leaning down, close to his face again as a satisfied grin broke out on his cheeks, and just when your breath was brushing over his lips and he leaned in, you swerved, pressing a kiss to his other cheek, sitting back up as he stared at you, incredulously.

Propping himself up on his elbows, raised his own eyebrows, eyes twinking, mischievously. “So, that’s how you’re going to play it?” He teased, and you nodded, making to remove yourself from him, but his hands locked on your hips as he flipped you over, settling happily between your legs, arms either side of your hips as he caged you in, your head on the pillows and the cover under your back.

Touching the tip of his nose to yours in an eskimo kiss, he licked over his lips, pressing them to yours, and you wound the fingers of one hand into his hair, taking a nice handful of it between your fingers and scratching your nails against his scalp lightly, the other resting on his chest.

Nipping at your bottom lip, he wanted access to your mouth, but you pulled away, giving him another chaste peck, before pushing him away with the hand on his bare chest. “Not until you brush your teeth.” The look on his face caused you to laugh as he sat back on his heels, and leaned down, breathing harshly in your face as you whined falsely, squirming away from him.

“Well, good morning to you too.” He dragged the words out, breathing heavily in your face as you complained about his morning breath, a laugh leaving his throat as he placed a wet kiss to your cheek, rolling from the bed and wandering away to brush his teeth, leaving you with a nice view to admire as he did.

Toothpaste Kisses

The brush hung from your mouth as you exhaustedly cleaned over your teeth, the paste leaving an unpleasant taste in your mouth, but it was the best any of you could come up with from the plants around you, and you were just grateful to have somewhat clean teeth as opposed to rotting ones.

Letting your thoughts wander, you stared off into space, barely acknowledging the person who came and stood beside you, picking his own toothbrush up and dipping it into the jar, collecting an amount of the paste and scrubbing at his own smile. Jumping at the chuckle that sounded beside you, you snapped back to the present, eyes turning to lock on the man beside you as you raised an eyebrow.

Reaching up, he used his thumb to swipe an excess dribble of foamy paste from your chin, a slight blush rising to your cheeks, and you held your hair back, leaning away and spitting out the residue, using your water bottle to rinse out the rest of the aftertaste. “Thank you.” The words were spoken softly, and you leaned up, pressing a kiss to Bellamy’s tanned cheek as he frowned.

“You mithed.” His words were muffled through a mouthful of toothpaste and being spoken around the handle of a brush, and you rolled your eyes, leaning back as he leaned towards you, his eyebrows raising. “Wan’ a kith.” Grinning, you shot him a look, your hand coming up to cup his cheek as you rubbed the tip of your nose of his, before pressing your lips to his gently, to which he happily returned.

Pulling away, he once again reached up, cleaning the paste he’d put there from your cheeks and around your mouth. “Love you.” He grinned, tapping your nose before turning away to finish getting ready, and you just leaned up, pressing a kiss to his shoulder through his shirt.

“Love you too, Bell.”

Pre-Mission Kisses

The whole camp was bustling, everybody rushing from one location to another as different teams prepped for different aspects, in order to pull off yet another one of Raven, Clarke or Jasper’s ingenious plans. With a sigh, you started your trek towards the main bunker, knowing exactly who you’d find there.

You could hear him barking orders from inside before you’d even opened the door, and when you did, your eyes immediately locked onto his firm, one of a few, at the centre of the hubbub. He was standing tall, gun strapped to his back and arms crossed as he yelled at each person he saw.

The light of the door opening caught his eyes and he spared a glance to the doorway, the harshness in his eyes never softening, he was in role now, he was leading, and he wouldn’t fall down at the first sign of you, not when he had to do what was best for his people. He did, however, tilt his head backwards in a subtle nod, motioning you towards him, before his eyes immediately snapped away to continue his instructions.

Fighting your way through the crowd, you stood and waited as he bossed around the group before him, his fingers twitching at his side nervously, he wanted to reach out, to lace his fingers through yours and kiss along your knuckles, just like he did when the two of you were alone, but he couldn’t, he couldn’t afford to be distracted.

When the group had dissipated to do as told, however, his attention was directed to you. Holding out his hand, just slightly, you laced your fingers through his, his hand instantly squeezing around yours, as a reassurance to both yourself and him. Using the connection to close the rift, he tugged you closer to him, his arm wrapping around your shoulders, your face buried in his neck as your own arms looped around his waist, holding him close.

His cheek was pressed to your temple, and your eyes were closed, as you both just stood, breathing one another in and taking a moment to acknowledge the situation. Barely moving, you tilted your head up, his down, until your eyes met, yours filled with worry and his filled with longing. Longing to stay, be in your arms all day and not have to risk it all.

With a hand on your cheek, he licked over his bottom lip before pressing his chapped ones to yours, pouring all the love and care he had for you into it, his lips moving slowly against yours,

as you both relished being in the moment, before it was torn from you with unending possibilities and bad outcomes.

Stepping back, he pulled his sad frown into a harsh look, nodding to you before stepping away, voice scratchy as he shouted, and you knew that while tears were pooling in your eyes visibly, he was hiding the same pain much better.

Post-Mission Kisses

Meeting Bellamy at the gate upon his return was a habit. You would pick at the wooden posts nervously, but it saved you chewing at the skin and nails on your fingers in fear. Harper often joined you if Monty was gone too, and while Abby would use the excuse of being a medical help closer than the bay, she was just as worried for Kane and you knew it.

The minute the rover was heard within distance, you knew it would be minutes before Bellamy was back in your reach, or forever torn from it. Relief mixed with panic washed over you in waves as you waited, as always with bated breath, until they were close enough for you to see the driver.

With hair floppy and mussed, dirt splattered across tanned skin; he was there. The doors were wrenched open, and the engine came to a stop just metres away, and you took off in a run across the muddy path towards the opening door on the driver’s side. With arms held open, you flung yourself into his arms, holding him tightly as he gripped you just the same, hands undecided on where they wanted to sit, rubbing along your back and playing with your hair as you simply held him, knowing he was back.

He was dishevelled, as always. Hair that had been slicked back was now hanging messily from his head, skin that had been clean and pure was littered with dirt and blood, bruised and cut. Tracing your fingers over his skin, he leaned down, lips capturing yours in a heated kiss, all the pain and anger forgotten as you moved against him.

Your bodies were pressed together, his tongue tracing your bottom lip as you granted him access, your hands cupping his face as he gripped bruisingly at your waist, holding you firmly to him, as if scared that when he let you go, you’d be gone. Sucking on his bottom lip, slightly, he let out a breathy moan, just for you to hear, and when you pulled away, his eyes were filled with sorrow and sadness, tears lining them and glittering in the light.

“You’re the only thing that pulls me through.” The words were spoken breathlessly, barely above a whisper, and you would’ve missed it had you not been listening, and you just pressed your forehead to his, fingers slipping around to run through his hair soothingly and he refused to let you down, not just yet, he needed you close to him, he always did.

Turning you both around, he trapped you against the cold metal of the rover, one hand slipping from your waist as the forearm of the other rested by your head, blocking you both from view as he leaned back in, a more aggressive kiss on his lips as he poured everything pent up inside into it, cheeks wet with shed tears.

Taking control, you submitted to him, knowing he just needed to know that he had absolute dominance, power, over something in his life, something he managed and could be responsible for, and you let him, because if there was one thing you knew, it was that Bellamy Blake needed you just as much as you needed him.

Those Kisses that Intend to Lead to More

Eyes burned into the side of your head, and despite how many glares you’d already shot him, he refused to let up, eyes never leaving your figure, despite how many times you attempted to duck from within his eyesight. The shining bonus of not being an upstanding member of the leadership team was being able to make the most of your time on earth, and that when Monty arrived with a barrel of something strong and disgusting, you could partake in it.

Bellamy, was not such a fan of this. Whenever these events arose, he stood back with the rest of the few that knew they couldn’t afford to drink, a cup of water in their hands instead of the bitter liquid everyone else was taking in like air, including you. He would much rather have you tucked under his arm in these events, or off talking, eating, fucking.

He wouldn’t care what you were doing, as long as it was you and him. But when these barrels rolled around, you favoured taking part in the festivities, and who was he to stop you? He never wanted to control you, and he knew these chances for you all were rare, but God, he hated the way you were a little too carefree, and that you were a little too close to the hot fire keeping you all warm.

He hated that because you were so close to it, you’d taken your jacket off, his jacket, and you weren’t revealing anything, but the only person who should be looking at you should be him, and he did not like Murphy’s eyes on you, or you and Jasper drunkenly exchanging jokes and giggling while getting another drink.

What he hated most, however, was how absolutely beautiful the orange flames of the fire made you look. They illuminated you, made you glow like an angel, and his fingers were almost crushing his cup, white knuckles, at how badly he wanted to drag you away from them all, drag you away from the group and take the opportunity of the loud noise and music to cover up the screams he’d be drawing from you.

When you were ready, you’d come to him, and until then, he had to be patient. But he was losing his patience, and they all knew it. Clarke had made several jokes already, and Octavia was rolling her eyes at him every time he managed to drag his eyes away from you for a split second to glance at anyone else and ensure anyone else’s safety. Due to the hot weather, they were currently enjoying on earth, a ‘summer’ it was called, you had sliced the legs off of one of your pairs of jeans, leaving you in shorts. Which he had no problem with. You were wearing one of his t-shirts, which he definitely had no problem with, because fuck, if he didn’t love seeing you in his clothes.

What he didn’t love, was that your dancing was causing your shorts to ride up your thighs and the hem of his shirt was almost covering them. A sight that had his pants tightening just a tad, and his face flushing, because he loved seeing you pull on his shirt and collapse into his arms with nothing underneath right after he’d fucked the lights out of you, and your breathless form, flushed face and dopey drunken smile was very resemblant of that moment.

Deciding he’d had enough, he stalked across the camp, the short distance that felt like a mile to you was closing in, and your eyes had locked with his as he approached. Scooping down to pick up your jacket from where you’d discarded it on the ground, before closing the distance between the two of you.

His lips crashed into yours before you could even think, fingers gripping tightly at your chin as his lips moved, yours sloppily trying to keep up with the pace he was setting. His free hand was drifting just a little too low on your back and he knew it, but he also knew he had the attention of the people around, and he wanted to make sure they knew that no matter how good you looked, and no matter how funny their jokes were, you were always the arms he was going to come home to in bed that night.

He wasn’t a jealous person, no, he trusted you too much for that. He was, however, a weak-willed person when it came to you, and the way you moaned his name slightly, biting on his lip as you pulled away, rocking down from your tiptoes and onto the balls of your feet ended it for him.

He could still taste the liquid on your tongue, feel your lips against his, and hear the way you moaned his name, the way he took your breath away. Now, you were looking up at him with innocent eyes, wide and glittering and he knew that he couldn’t wait any longer, and so with that, your hips met his shoulder as he hoisted you from the ground, arms wrapped securely around your exposed thighs, the smirk on his face prominent as you out up no fight, no squirming in his arms, just dropped your cup and held into his shirt.

Those Kisses that Don’t Intend to Lead to More (but always do)

With a sigh, you pulled your hair up into a ponytail, laying out flat on the ground, sweat leaving a sheer layer on your skin. The sun was beating down and you were hard at work, your shirt sticking to you, throat dry, just like everyone else.

Work had taken a serious slow down, and you were trying to pick up the slack of the ever-growing number of people with heatstroke and sunburn that neglected them from work. Wiping the back of your hand over your head, you stood up, rolling your neck from side to side and cracking open your eyes, a smile on your lips as you shielded your eyes from the sun, watching Bellamy make his way over to you with two cups full of water in his hands.

He had forgone a shirt a while ago, like a lot of the men, but you couldn’t help but look at him. Chest shining, muscles flexing with every action he did, freckles dotted across taut skin, he was like a perfect wet dream, and you were grateful you were allowed to openly look at him, you could only imagine how many girls were stealing small glances in hope of neither of you catching their wandering eyes.

Handing you a cup, he took a deep swig from his own, and you followed, eyes closing at the relief of the liquid meeting your parched mouth. Lowering the cup from your lips, Bellamy had already done so, watching you with a soft smile. A small bead was hanging from his lip, and before he could wipe it away, you leaned up, taking his glistening bottom lip between yours and sucking gently.

His eyes widened, hand rapidly trying to place his drink down as his hands found your waist, lips puckering to return the kiss you were giving him. Tongue pushing past your lips, he played with yours, smirking into the kiss at being able to tease you as much as you were teasing him. Pulling away, his eyes were locked on yours, pupils blown and he scanned over your face, eyes finding your swollen lips, and flushed cheeks.

“It’s like, midday. We absolutely can’t. There is so much to be done.” He mumbled, having to literally force himself to drag his eyes away from your lips, by turning away to face the half-built fencing beside you. Hearing a solid agreement from you, he ran a hand through his hair roughly, trying to focus and letting out a breath he didn’t know he had.

Making the mistake of glancing up, he watched you flip your hair over your shoulder, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as you leant over, tits falling forwards as you did, almost spilling from your top. “Fuck it.” The words left his mouth quietly, and as you opened your mouth to ask what he said, his mouth descended onto yours, silencing you with a passionate kiss, hands slipping straight around to squeeze at your ass as he pushed you backwards, walking you out of sight of other people.

Locking a foot around your ankle, he let you fall back into the long grass with a soft thud, your eyes wide as he looked down at you, undoing the buckle on his belt. “What, here?” He could see the shock on your face as you popped yourself up on your elbows, and he reached behind his head, tugging his shirt up over his head and removing it once his belt had come loose.

“Yep.” His grin was wicked, and he dropped to his knees, falling forwards and pinning you to the grass, the sun beating down on his back as you fell into his touch, his kiss, not caring who might decide to come and check on the two of you at some point.

Angry Kisses

It wasn’t you that he was really angry at, it was himself. But he’d already taken it out on his sister, on Clarke, on everyone on the ring, and now, now he was just brewing in silence while looking out of the window at a decimated earth. He hadn’t spoken to you for days, just sent you heated glares, filled with longing and need at you from across the room, but his heart and pride didn’t allow him to talk to you yet.

Deep down within him, you knew he was still just the same barely-a-man Bellamy that had come down with you so long ago, taking control of the camp and the delinquents. Of course he had changed, but he still loved with everything in him and gave all he had. He just wanted to be in control and safety for once in his life.

Watching him move about, his shoulder shoved roughly into Murphy’s as he stormed from the room, and your eyebrows furrowed as he didn’t even look back to apologise, and yet even Murphy knew not to test him right now. Getting to your own feet, you padded over, placing a hand on John’s shoulder and apologising on your boyfriend’s behalf, not missing the angry look shot both your ways at the contact as he rounded the corner.

Chasing to catch up with him, you slipped into the room you were sharing just before the door shut, and you heard the heavy sigh that left his lips merely at your presence. When he made to walk away, however, your fingers wrapped around his wrist, bringing him to a stop, before he roughly yanked his arm from your grip, pulling you forwards roughly as he did, underestimating how tight your grip was.

With a gasp, you raised your hand to your shoulder, rubbing at it gently, and he spun around to face you, guilt swimming in his eyes as but anger still bubbling under the surface, rage painted on his features. “You-” gritting his teeth, you knew the storm he’d been brewing for a few days was about to break loose, “You were fully prepared to leave me.”

“Bel-”

“No!” His eyes finally met yours, tears lining them, and yet flames still burnt aggressively within them “You.. you weren’t even going to say goodbye! You were going to waltz off with a smile on your face and a ‘see you soon’ with no intention of coming back! Back to me!” His chest was heaving and you clenched your jaw, the insinuation angering you.

“That is not what happened and you fucking know it!” You snapped, turning away from him and pacing the room, hands squeezed tightly into balls, fingernails digging into the palms of your hands as you tried not to shake, knowing you needed to stand your ground. “Everything that could have gone wrong with that damn satellite did, Bellamy! Me and Clarke had one job, it should have taken less than five minutes, and in reality, my best friend is dead, and almost me too!” His eyes softened as he watched you, his own heart aching at the loss of such a good friend. He’d found it so hard to close that door, to say goodbye when he wanted to hang on, but when he’d seen you come stumbling back in with a tear-streaked face, he knew he had no choice, but it didn’t excuse it.

“That is no reason for you to-”

“To what, Bellamy? Give up myself so she could live? I couldn’t lose any more friends Bellamy, I loved her like a sister! She was your friend too, I couldn’t stand the thought of losing anyone else! You shouldn’t have lost her!” You cried, wiping away the tears spilling down your cheeks as he took a step towards you, hands tightly woven into his hair.

“What makes you think I could’ve lost you?” The silence around you both was deafening and you swallowed thickly, taking a shaky breath, while his shoulders rose and fell rapidly as he took deep breaths, trying to calm himself. “I love you more than anything, on earth or up here, and you-” cutting him off, you pulled his lips down to meet yours, wet cheeks pressing to his hot and flushed ones, his teeth biting into your bottom lip as he marched you into the wall, the cool surface meeting your back roughly.

It was all tongue and teeth as he tugged at the shirt on your body, ripping it over your head, barely breaking away for the action, before repeating wit his own, your hands smoothing along the skin of his chest, traces the littered scars he’d gained from your time on the planet.

“I can’t lose you. Don’t- don’t leave me.” His words were ragged and spoken angrily, but you cupped his cheek, pulling your lips from his as he captured them once again.

“I promise. I couldn’t. I don’t know how to.” He let his lips trail down along your neck, sucking angrily at your skin and leaving wet, red marks that would soon blossom into purple ones as he guided you towards the bed, his lips never leaving your skin.

Middle of the Night Kisses

After everything you’d all been through on earth, nightmares weren’t uncommon. One minute you’d be falling asleep happily in Bellamy’s arms and the next you’d be waking up in a cold sweat and kicking the sheets from your legs.

You’d spent the better part of the night lying awake in the dark, staring at the ceiling as Bellamy slept beside you. You were exhausted, but you were afraid to close your eyes. Every time you did, you saw the bunker full of your friends burning to the ground. You couldn’t help it, you couldn’t help but assume the worst, and the images were haunting you every time you closed your eyes.

With tears lining your eyes, you rose your hands to cover your face, muffling your sobs as you tried to contain them, to be as still as possible and not wake the sleeping man beside you, who was finally getting some sleep of his own. Fingers wrapped around your wrists, pulling your palms from your face and as you met his twinkling eyes in the dark, you could see the pity on his features, the understanding. Using his thumb to smooth away the tears, he pressed a gentle and sleepy kiss to your lips, pecking your nose, each of your cheeks and then your forehead.

Curling into his body, you cried freely against him, face buried in his neck as he simply held you, fingers running through your hair and massaging your scalp, easing you into silence as you hiccuped occasionally, steadying your crying and easing you down until it was just steady breaths.

Nightmares weren’t an uncommon thing, for either you or Bellamy, but when they did happen, it was easiest to just hold one another and kiss away the worries until the sun came around the earth, light flooding into the room and a new day starting.

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fizzingwizard · 4 years

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Digimon Adventure: Ep 19!

Wow! That certainly was an Episode!! It was pretty fun from start to finish, though nothing mind-blowing, but it was definitely the ending that made me gasp. Not wholly unexpected to an old turnip like me, but promising lots of fun (and angst!).

Picture of the week: MIKO, THE TRUE STAR OF THE SERIES!!

no for serious are the writers reading my reviews? they keep giving me what I want. within reason I guess. They seem to have an extremely limited budget as usual x’D

but Miko is still adorbs

ok I’m really looking forward to recapping this one so let’s get to it!

So last week I thought the kids sans Taichi and Yamato were abducted by Devimon, but apparently that either isn’t the case, or it was, but then Devimon decided it’s best just to dump the kids back on Earth and hold on to their partners. Because that’s the current situation. While concerning that the kids are separated from their partners, it’s probably best this way, since Devimon appears to be sending Gesomon(?) and Parrotmon(?)

to the human world, if I remember right. It’s hard to remember what happened in the first fifteen seconds kay So when the kids find their partners it will probably be in the human world and they can fight back.

Meanwhile Taichi and Yamato are alone and very Confuse

Taichi tries frantically to contact Koushirou. The others too... but especially Koushirou.

Finally he gets him!! He’s so happy!! My Taishiro heart flutters!

But I was fully expecting it to be a trap. When I saw this still here, my first thought was “Devimon’s forcing him to tell Taichi a lie by threatening him with a gun!!”

of course thats not whats happening. Koushirou is relatively fine and there are no guns (yet). What’s happened is the other kids have been sent back to the human world for reals this time!

This show is not even bothering to hide its Taiyama angle.

They spend the entire episode giving each other Significant Looks like this. The entire episode.

Now where’s Jou through all of this, you ask?

He went to talk to the police. He’s shocked they don’t believe his story about monster attacks and the world ending (well, at least Tokyo ending). I freaking love how taaaaall Jou is. Though it makes Koushirou look like a bean x’D

Jou = beansprout / Koushirou = bean

Koushirou has a much easier time dealing with the news that the police don’t believe them. He’s a denizen of the Internet. He knows how people’s minds work. And he has tons of chat logs to prove it.

People are chatting and spreading gossip and disbelief and complaints, but my favorite is the comment that just says “It’s a flood of fake news” xP

The home team runs into Mama Yagami! Who Sora literally calls Mama Yagami! x’D I mean I know that’s how kids generally refer to their friends’ parents but I still lol’d.

So un... Jou is almost as tall as Mama Yagami. LMAO. I’m gonna assume she’s short. Jou might indeed be quite tall for his age but Sora and Mimi are pretty close to Mama Yagami’s height too. I guess we haven’t seen Taichi standing next to his mom yet! With his hair he’s probably taller than her.

So Mama Yagami is HILARIOUS and I’m so glad that’s a continuing thing in the reboot! She was already that way in 99 Adventure, but we’re just seeing a lot of it now - like every time she’s around. (And we didn’t see it in Tri so I missed that.) Basically she seems like a basketcase. Not a totally irresponsible one, more like just... generally the carefree go with the flow type. Which is not bad. She just also seems a bit, uh, ditzy?? I think Taichi probably grew to be so serious by necessity. Dad’s busy with work and someone’s gotta make sure mom doesn’t leave the house without her keys!

The way Sora just stares at Hikari like “explain??” after Mama Yagami thrusts Miko at her and runs off to get her car with a big smile as if they hadn’t all nearly died recently... bahahaha.

also I love how she doesn’t even bother asking her son’s good friend if she knows where he is after not seeing or hearing from him for three full days

^The face of a boy shouldering the weight of nuclear family life and all its batshitness

Taichi and Yamato determine their priority is find the Holy Digimon. I wish they were a little more concerned with what happened to their friends’ partners, but I guess this is the only goal with solid clues. Anyway before they can do anything they are attacked by Bulbmon Looks like subtitlers went with Valvemon which also works, who looks like a Lego monster creation by an eight year old (and probably is).

He has the Domo face. Grrraaah

Domo is NHK mascot by the way. bahahaha

Next these guys come swarming out of Valvemon. (And if we didn’t already get it, apparently Digimon can construct other Digimon as we’ve seen before.) Nothing is quite as freaky as gas masks. They are commanded by Minotaurmon/Mintaromon whatever.

They too have the aim of Stormtroopers though so our heroes will be fine...

... probably...

... then Leomon finally shows up!! Yay! He looks good! All beefy and scarred and sounding exactly like Zaraki Kenpachi. Uhh. Is it the same VA?? Nothing comes up in the Google search so maybe not but it sure sounds like him. (Minotaurmon and Ogremon also sound like Leomon... while it’s normal for VAs in kids shows to voice multiple characters esp minor ones, it literally sounds like Zaraki Kenpachi is the voice of all the characters in this episode besides the main ones. And Mama Yagami of course because that would be weird.)

Leomon may look cool, but his ride... and his friends... uh, less cool x’D I want to strangle that ostrich thing with its own scarf somehow it inspires violent emotion in me

In the smallest, most shocked voice, Yamato says, “Leomon...?” It’s honestly kind of adorable. He’s clearly remembering what Neemon said about Leomon leading the resistance way back when.

Leomon helps them escape. Taichi very considerately and cutely helps Agumon aboard the fashion disaster ostrich emu thing.

Yamato also considerately helps his partner but rather less cutely xD

Leomon takes them to his hideout and gives them your standard fare of weird-looking Digi fruit. He then proceeds to tell them about Devimon and that he is trying to infiltrate Valvemon yadda yadda.

Taichi is freaking ADORABLE, immediately concerned that by saving their asses, Leomon’s battle plans have been ruined. Leomon waves that aside though. Yamato is equally adorabibble when he asks after Neemon and gets told that they made it to Leomon safely.

Leomon plans to try to get into Valvemon again because he knows Devimon’s put something related to the holy Digimon in there. Taichi is determined to join in. He doesn’t have much of an argument as it why they should be allowed when they just got their butts kicked so easily, but he has a trick up his sleeve: the Burning Eyes of Fiery Passion.

Not to be outdone, Yamato shoots off his Icy Eyes of Cold Determination.

Faced with this twin assault, Leomon has to give in. Ahh, I remember last week when we saw the trailer for this ep and I naively thought Leomon would train them like Piximon did in 99 Adventure. Nope. They’ve just met and they’re already spy buddies.

Okay, okay, yeah Leomon does seem to have some knowledge of the “Chosen Children” and that’s his real motivation. Still.

They break into Valvemon and we get the excellent invention of Agumon riding on Garurumon. I assume because of Garurumon’s advantageous speed. That seems to be recurring thing in this show.

Idk I just capped this because he’s so darn cute

I don’t know why I capped this one though.

They enter some sort of central space where Leomon tells them something relevant to the holy Digimon is being kept. (Lol I already forgot the details of what he said.) There are two protectors, Minotaurmon and Bullmon. Leomon tells the kids to take Bullmon while he faces down Minotaurmon. These guys might have been somewhat intimidating if we hadn’t already got Perfect level evolutions mastered, not to mention the occasional Jogress :P Sooo I didn’t feel too worried.

... uh, never mind x’D Taichi what are you doing

Yamato saves his idiot butt and almost gets in a bind himself. Once again I’m just wondering why they are sticking at Adult level. Whatever. They win of course

Leomon uses his Fist of the Beast King to maim Minotaurmon. His brilliant one-liner? “I have more than one first.”

Bully: *punches you*

You: ow

Bully: *smirk* I have more than one fist.

You: That’s funny, I only have one, but it’s made of titanium *You punch the bully straight through the stratosphere* Quality over quantity!!!!

*cough*

Our heroes approach the secret compartment supposedly holding something to do with the holy Digimon... Yamato gets a look inside and gets the black shadow of true terror over his eyes

becaue floating inside like some kind of Weapon X experiment is... Takeru!!!

Hold on while I put in my ear plugs. Okay, ready, screech all you want now.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

So... okay. First of all, baby Takeru is sooooooo cute <3 I had two predictions about what happened to Takeru last week. Either he ended up in the digital world and was now on his own, or he got abducted by Devimon. I thought the former was more likely, but in hindsight, it should have been obvious that it was the second. This show misses a lot of points where I feel like they could have developed some relationships or thrown in some drama, but it never passes up a chance for Yamato angst.

So yeah, this is pretty much gonna destroy Yamato xD Not only is the baby brother he wanted to protect no longer at home where he can easily protect him, he’s now in the digital world and in the enemy’s clutches.

I BETTER SEE REALLY TRAUMATIZED YAMATO NEXT WEEK. Of course, I expect him to be cool-headed enough to try to save Takeru, but I will be very disappoint if this goes off with no break downs at all. Takeru is always Yamato’s number one priority!

Super exciteddddd

So I give this ep 7.5/10. The .5 is pretty much for ending with a killer cliffhanger. My one real complaint about this ep is how highly plot-based everything is - we finally got the team all together only to split them up, and on top of that, once split up, we don’t even get all that many character moments between Taichi and Yamato. As I said, they give each other lots of Signifcant Looks, but man cannot live on bread alone. However this is par for the course for this show and I know I should stop mentioning it every week because I doubt it’s changing. We will get the big shockers when we get them and not a moment before.

I just want Yamato to cry in front of Taichi and make him all uncomfortable x’D That’s what made 99 Adventure so great bahahaha

Some cool bits from next week’s trailer:

Surprise surprise, Angemon is the holy Digimon! Or one of, anyway. And he is indeed trapped. This makes the “Angemon is Devimon” theory less likely. Let’s not forget that our heroes’ Digimon partners were evidently a band of powerful warriors in the past, but they’ve forgotten much of it. I won’t be surprised if the result of that war played a part in Angemon’s abduction.

Next week they’ll have to fight to save Takeru from being drained, I guess.

And then!! Digi egg! Excite. Also I only just noticed that his hate says TK!!!

Takeruuu <3 My first fav when I was 10. Though my heart has belonged to Taichi for many long years, I still have a special spot in it for Takeru only <3 Even if he does dress like a celery stick

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plushiesghost · 4 years

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(A/N): so I wrote this back in April but bever continued it. I just thought i would share it with you guys. I was aiming for a bakugou x reader or a bakugou x reader x todoroki but I ended up being unable to continue it because I ran out of ideas. Really wish I could've made it better, maybe continued it, and improve on some part of it. These are the two parts I wrote for it. Also the reader has a earth manipulation quirk. I didn't like the way I portrayed her quirk because I feared it was too over powered. Oh yeah this is fem! Reader, be prepared for cringe because i wrote this months ago.

I wanna become a hero.

Ever since you could remember you wanted to become a hero. You looked up on other heros and wanted to be just like them. Brave. Heroic. Helpful. Strong.... You wanted to be good. You would do all you can do achieve your dream. You would become the number one hero!!!

Sadly, that wasn't the fate your father wanted for you. Your father despised heros, he thought they were useless wannabes wanting fame and money, that they didn't care about others but themselves. You didn't believe this. You knew it wasn't true and you would prove your father wrong. You were determined to do that, more than anything ever.

Your father didn't even know you had a quirk, it was something you kept secret from your father the moment you discovered your quirk. Yet, you were happy at the same time. Your quirk was strong, you knew it was! You knew she could do great things with it. So, you began to train herself. You overworked yourself every day to improve your strength, speed, agility, and quirk. It was almost unhealthy, but you didn't care. You knew you were getting stronger and stronger with each day. When highschool came around, everyone with quirks were sent to schools for them specifically. But you, since you were 'quirkless' were sent to a regular school. But that didn't stop you.

After a few months of school and training, your father had gotten a job, where he would be working almost all day, and would be home very late. This was like a miracle to you. It had to be a sign! You were meant to become a hero all along! When your father dropped you off at school, instead of attending it as always, you ran down the streets, towards the famously known school known as "U.A." You ran as fast as your legs could take you. When you arrived at the school you couldn't help but stop and admire it's beauty. It was so big, it was unbelievable. And the amount of students! There was such a variety! Students with tall and small were here, some having unnatural skin and hair, others having other unique qualities. Immediately when you looked at them you could tell their quirks must be strong. Growing up you were never around many people with quirks. Not even your mother who was born with a quirk.

You were in complete awe, and you stood out like a sore thumb. But you didn't care. If you became a student here, you could prove to everyone that you could be just as strong as them. Maybe even stronger. You knew you could surpass everyone here. Applying to be a student here would bring you one step closer to becoming the number one hero. This school was your dream, and you needed to find a way to convince the principle and teachers that you deserved to go to this school. That you were worthy. You were willing to do anything for this school. You took a deep breath in. There was no room for anxiety or fear in this path that you was taking.

You ran towards the doors of the large school, you felt as if you were running towards your dream, so close, yet still so far away from your grasp. As you ran, someone had gotten in your way. You only got a chance to see their ashy blonde hair before bumping straight into them. You managed to catch your balance before falling backwards.

"Hey!!! Watch where you're going fatass!" A voice yelled at you angrily. A few eyes landed on you and the taller male, drawing attention to yourselves. "Sorry," You said quietly, trying to move past him. You didn't have time for this. But he stood in front of you, not letting you through. "Sorry's not gonna cut it, shortie." He hissed. "You think you can just run into me and leave like you didn't do anything?!"

Suddenly you began to recognize the male from somewhere... Oh no. He was Katsuki Bakugou. He won first place during the hero sport's festival at the beginning of the year. You knew exactly what his quirk could do, if he wanted to right now, he could completely blow your face to bits.

"I don't have time for this." You said, annoyed. You put on an act. Acting as if you weren't scared of him at this very moment. You could take him, you wouldn't let him take you down. You made her way past him, hearing him yell at you as he tried to grab your arm, but you dodged easily and began to run back to towards the school, ignoring the stares and whispers.

"I can do this, I can do this." You said quietly to yourself. You searched around the school until you found the principle's office. You didn't even want to think about how hard it was to find this specific room. You knocked on the door, but to your surprise it wasn't the principle who opened the door, instead it was a teacher. He has black hair that went down to his shoulders and eyes that looked like he hadn't slept.

"Who are you-" He began but you completely cut him off.

"Shota Aizawa, Mr. Eraserhead sir! It such an honor to finally meet a hero like you! I've read so much about you and your quirk! It's a dream come true to finally see you in person! You must be wondering what I'm doing here, well," You said, finally looking up at him. "I want to attend this school and be in your classroom sir! Becoming a hero has been my number one dream since childhood. I've trained myself everyday, to become strong like you and the other students and heros at this school! I know I'm late, and there are many reasons as to why I couldn't apply earlier for the entrance exams, I can explain that, but sire, if you could please just give me a chance to prove myself to you, I promise, I won't let you down. I swear to you, I can and I will surpass everyone in your class."

Aizawa was obviously taken back by the your sudden outburst. He didn't know anything about this student, yet you came into this school, knowing who he was exactly, and seemed so determined to get into his class, and you believed could surpass everyone of his students. His students were strong, he had a lot of faith in them... But you seemed so confident in yourself. It was a good quality. But still... who even were you.

"Come inside, we'll discuss more with Mr. Principal." he said, allowing you in.

Luckily, Nezu heard what the you had told Mr. Aizawa. He looked at you with a smile. "Please, come sit young one." He said. You listened and sat in from of him, politly putting your hands in your lap.

"What's your name?" He asked you.

"(Y/n) (L/n)." You said.

Nezu quickly typed your name into the computer in front of him. He looked back at you. "According to your files, it appears you are quirkless?" He said.

"No, I'm not. Thats a lie. You see, my father despises quirks and heros. He is against the idea of me becoming a hero. So I've kept my quirk a secret from him. He wouldn't approve of me and my decisions." You explained, looking down.

Aizawa felt pity for the you.

For you, you had always been alone in your constant struggle in becoming a hero. You were used to it. Luckily... You always had other hero's to admire from afar.

"Well, tell me. What's your quirk?" He asked you.

You smiled. This was your chance. "I call my quirk 'earth manipulation.' I have the ability to create fissures, avalanches, earthquakes and mudslides. I can surf on a boulder for faster midair transportation, I can erect walls of solid stone or rock for protection, bring forth autonomous creatures composed of rock and stone, trigger the eruption of volcanoes, and control and manipulate lava and magma." You explained. "I know all this because I've take the time to discover what I can do with my quirk and what my limitations are. I am still training to further widen my range of power and speed and trying to expand my limits." You explained.

"Very interesting..." Nezu said, thinking a lot. He looked at Aizawa. "Mr. Aizawa, I'm leaving the choice to you. Will you take this young girl in as one of your students?" He asked.

Your eyes went to Aizawa, they were filled with curiosity and hope. You wondered if he was willing to take you in.

"And before you make your decision I want both of you to know, that Miss (L/n) here will need to catch up on a the work and training she's been missing out on. I trust you'll help her with that, Mr. Aizawa." Nezu added, now he looked at you. "Are you willing to do that, Miss (L/n)?"

You nodded. "I'll do all the work I have to in order to be in this class."

Now it was all left to Aizawa to decide.

The whole class was talking about it. The new student. No one knew who it was. No one even knew if it was a boy or a girl.

"Deku! Don't tell me your nervous about the knew student too?" Uraraka said as she looked at him. "Of course I am... We know nothing about them, and why are they coming in so late in the school year?" He asked.

"I heard it was a guy with a quirk like Tokoyami's." Someone said.

"I hope its a girl... Maybe this time I'll be able to lure her into my love..." Mineta said, drool coming out of his mouth.

"Thats enough everyone! Whoever it is, its our job as a class to make them feel welcome and appreciated! That said I expect everyone to be kind amd welcoming!" Iida said seriously to everyone.

Everyone agree.

"Tsk, whoever it is, they gotta be pretty behind, being so late into the school year. I don't see why they dont put them with the extras in class B or C. Heck, they'd probably be better off in class E. If they really wanted to become a hero they would have gone through the entrance exams like the rest of us. What a coward." Bakugou said.

Aizawa entered the classroom and everyone went quiet immediately.

"Alright class, as you already know we have a new student with us today. I expect all of you to be on your best behavior and to treat this student with respect. I know some of you may be upset that she's managed to get in this class without going through the entrance exam like the rest of you, but I can assure you she has spent the last few weeks preparing and catching up with all of you. And I even got to observe her go through a obstacle similar to the entrance exam, and I can assure you she has worked hard to be in this class." Mr. Aizawa explained.

So it was a girl... Deku thought. He wondered what her quirk was, from the way Mr. Aizawa put it, it had to be pretty strong.

"(Y/N), you can come in now." Aizawa spoke. All the eyes were on the (h/c) haired girl as she came in, wearing the school's uniform. She had (H/c) hair and (e/c) eyes that seemed filled with... Determination.

Your eyes scanned the class, you recognized many faces from the festival. And that one boy who you ran into.

Bakugou, he obviously seemed angry and shocked to see her.

"Please (Y/n), introduce yourself."

You nodded. "Hi everyone, my name is (Y/n) (L/n). I'm very honoured to be in the presence of such strong future heros. I hope that I prove to you all that I am worthy of being here, with all of you." You said, and bowed to everyone.

"Damn shortie what the hell are you doing here?!" Bakugou suddenly yelled and stood up. All eyes went to him, then back to You.

"Katuski Bakugou, thats no way to greet your new classmate. Sit down right now." Aizawa hissed.

Bakugou grumbled before sitting back down.

"(Y/n), do you mind answering any questions your classmates may have."

You shook her head. "No, of course not." You reassured.

Deku was the first to raise his hand. "Um yes?" You said. "U-uh hi! I'm Izuku Midoriya. But you can call me Deku! I was wondering, what's your quirk?" He asked.

"Earth manipulation." You said.

"Wow! And how does it work? Is there a limit of ways you can use your powers? Or is it-"

"Save it for lunch Midoriya." Aizawa said. Deku blushed. "Oh, sorry..."

Denki raised his hand. "Yes?"

"So where are you from?" He asked.

"I'm from here actually." You explained. "Really? How come I've never seen you around then? I mean, I would have remembered a cute face like yours." Denki said.

"Well thats probably because I dont go out much, and I also went to a private school for young girls when I was younger, and even after, when i wasn't in school I would be training in my spare time so I didn't really have time to meet other people. But I'm sure even if we did you probably wouldn't have remembered me." You explained, completely throwing Denki's advances towards you out the window.

"So you train a lot?" Bakugou asked.

"To become a hero." You replied.

"How come you didn't go through the exams at the beginning of the year?" He asked.

"I was unable to due to personal circumstances..." You said, not wanting to to into detail about your father completely despising the sole thought of you being a hero.

Bakugou didn't look too pleased with you.

"Go ahead and take a seat, (Y/n)." Aizawa said to you and your nodded and went to the only empty seat in the room, which just so happened to be in front of Bakugou.

'this is gonna be a long school year...' You thought.

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imgoingtohellsofuckit · 4 years

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Cocky Hero

Hawks x Agent Reader

Warnings - None

Summary - Hawks is used to getting what he wants, even if they play a little hard to get... I was listen to What a man gotta do and had this idea sooo its based very loosely on the song.

Hawks thought he was the best person in the room 99% of the time. He's smart, he's hot, he's the number two hero. So he get's away with it. Because most of the people in the room agree with him. Hell pretty much everyone is dying to be around.

However sometimes people just aren't interested in him and his big show. Typically he shrugs it off and goes back to whatever he was doing. But this case was different. You were different. See Hawks put out all the signs, hit on you with his fantastic lines. And you still seemed unbothered by him.

"Hawks come on it's not a big deal," Mirko says simply, "it's a big hero gala and heroes are everywhere maybe she's chasing after someone else."

"I want her to chase after me," Hawks says, "I mean I'm the best one here."

Mirko rolls her eyes harshly. Suddenly her patience for Hawks seems to be quickly running out.

"Maybe she isn't into you," Mirko suggests, "she could be dating someone. Or married."

Hawks didn't buy it. The way you were acting with Edgeshot. The slight flirting didn't say you were taken and you definitely weren't wearing a ring.

"Come on you can have any girl at this party why her?" Mirko asks.

"There is just something about her," Hawks start, "she's just- different... I can't explain it."

"She's not into you so you feel the need to make her interested," Mirko says simply, "honestly Hawks you are the most predictable man out there." She sighs. "You should give up. If not for the reason you're running the risk of being a creep. Then because she's a hero agent and she's working right now."

"Whatever," Hawks says. His friend now at her limit sighs then moves to a conversation with Midnight. Hawks however can't be distracted. His new mission way too clear for him to pay any more attention to the other heroes around him. He sighs taking a deep drink from his beer than moves towards the crowd around you.

"Listen I've done the best pr recovery but even I can't erase accidently claiming you are a bottom to the entire world," You say to the group. They laugh lightly. "But did you see how I spun it? Worked pretty well."

"I'm impressed," Someone in the group says, "you handled it well."

"I'm not the best agent in the game right now for nothing," You say with a smirk.

"But for a hero so low in the rankings," Another says. She chuckles.

"Impression is in the top hundred," You simply, "And is quickly rising. Besides not everyone can be Endeavour or Hawks and hit the top ten overnight."

"With a little bit of practice even Impression can manage," Hawks says with a smirk. You look to him and smile lightly.

"Hawks I didn't picture you to be the type to join agents in their story circle," You say brightly, "then again I know your poor agent has been through the ring with your sly tongue."

"I'll take that as a compliment," He says. You raise a brow. Slightly surprised. But it melts away once you really think about who you're talking to. Hawks reeks of confidence. He thinks himself a god sometimes. Hell his agent is a close friend of yours and he's vented to you about a hundred times about that very attitude. You nod lightly at Hawks.

"If anyone can find a compliment in slander it would be you," You say with slight attitude. The group moves slightly as you turn to face the pro. He thinks he's got you. But instead of continuing the conversation with him you look back to the group and smile lightly. "Impression is a great hero. He's raising the standard for heroes. Honestly he's doing my job for me."

"He's great and all but were is the challenge in handling pr for a goodie goodie?" Hawks asks plainly. A slight desperation in the attempt to reclaim your attention.

"He's a hero- he should be a 'goodie goodie'" You fire back, "he follows the laws while still being a great hero. He doesn't think that the rules change for him- But you don't know much about that do you Hawks?"

He could melt right there. The way you say his name. The slight sass in your works while keeping that slight smirk on your face.

"I get the job done," He says.

"With that cocky attitude," You say lightly.

"This cocky attitude took me all the way to number two," He says. You chuckle.

"That's true," You say, "oh- hold that thought. It's time for the ceremony."

The hero commission who was throwing this gala to recognize heroes so people were enjoying it all.

"All our heroes should be appreciated for their hard work, but tonight we'd also like to recognize all the hard work behind the scenes," The rep says smiling brightly, "all our sidekicks, agents, managers, and everyone else that works on a heroes daily operations."

The heroes clap lightly for their teams. Hawks watches as Impression moves giving you a big smile. You give him a wink in return. As the rep finishes her speech and allows everyone to get back to the party. The crowd who was around you before starts to move off to their team. Hawks takes the chance to move closer to you.

"You know if you're ever looking for a job I could always use your talent," Hawks says with a slight smirk.

"As fun as I think working for you would be I love working with Impression," You say to him, "and I love my team. But thats not why you're talking to me is it." He chuckles lightly.

"You've caught me," He says, "can you blame me for wanting talk to the prettiest girl in the room?"

"Prettiest girl in the room? How many times you use that line tonight?" You mock.

"Only you," He assures you, "seriously you're- wow." He looks over you. Biting his lip lightly.

"You're such a flirt," You say as you look over him, "seriously Hawks." She chuckles lightly. "The sidekicks are begging for you attention and yet here you are. Bothering me."

"I wouldn't say I'm bothering you," He says, "I'm keeping you company." You chuckle lightly. Swirling your drink lightly. As you lift it up looking at Hawks through it he raises a brow lightly.

"I don't need you're company," You say. It's not mean- it's honest. "Seriously I could talk to pretty much everyone here. Even leave with a few. So what makes you worthy of my valuable time."

"Oh you think you're so great now?" He says with a huge smirk. You nod lightly. "Well, what a man gotta do to get your attention?" You take a sip. Hiding your obvious amusement. "What a man gotta say?" You move towards him lightly. "I'm yours for tonight if you want me."

"I don't know," You say lightly, "I'm still not convinced."

"I wanna be your part time lover," He says, "number two hero. Crimson wings faster then life. Come on baby you've got to be a little interested." You smile at him. He moves taking her hand.

"I don't waste my time on cheap lines," You say to him, "you've got to have a good hook. That number two business doesn't work for me."

"Doesn't work for you? What you sleeping with endeavor?" Hawks teases.

"God no," You reply, "he's married and frankly not my type. I just don't think hero ranking means that you are a good person. I like someone fun."

"Baby I'm the defintion of fun," He says, "And I'm great on top of it. Seriously you're getting the best of all worlds." You move stepping away from him playfully. He smirks enjoying the game. "What a man gotta do?"

"What can you do Hawks?" You tease.

"Rock your world beautiful," He says smirking, "come on what do you have to lose?"

"Plenty," You reply, "the respect of my coworkers for being another girl Hawks tricked into his bed."

"I don't trick women into my bed," He says, "they come willingly and they leave happy. More than happy."

"Hawks you dog," You say lightly.

"Come on baby," He says softly, "it'll be fun I promise."

You look back to see Impression talking cheerfully to a group of people.

"Let me warn my team," She says, "then we can leave."

"Perfect," He says.

"Don't be so cocky I let you win this time."

"Sure you did beautiful."

#hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami #bnha #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader

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nie7027 · 4 years

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Super 5 headcanons part 5

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

So...it’s been a long time right? HAHAHA

Minegishi sighed.

“For the last time I won’t help you sell Shimazaki on ebay” Minegishi stopped dicing the vegetables and turned to look at him with what in any other person would have been a raised eyebrow “I don’t even think it’s possible”

“Who would even buy him?” Shibata helpfully added from his spot at the sink where he was washing the dishes “Besides world domination our friend isn’t that useful for anything else”

Hatori stared when Minegishi just silently nodded

“I don’t know! But thats not the point!” Hatori grunted while shaking his head “It’s time for some retaliation-”

“So your idea for retaliation…” Minegishi deadpanned “is to sell him on ebay?”

Hatori wasn’t dumb, he could hear the snicker behind his flat expression.

“Laugh all you want!” Hatori said pointing an acussatory finger to Minegishi “But I am tired of letting Shimazaki do whatever he wants with is without facing any consequence!”

“Are you still mad about the raccoon thing?” Shibata laughed drying his hands with a washcloth to pat Hatori on the back “C'mon! It was just one rabies shot! And the doctor said it was just cautionary”

Hatori flustered when this time Minegishi openly snickered “You got rabies shots? Aren’t you supposed to get those as a kid?”

“Why would I know? Do you even have yours?” Hatori retorted bittely not expecting Minegishi to actually stop laughing.

“I don’t know…?”

“Aha!” Hatori exclaimed not wasting the opportunity to latch onto this “What if that bastard brings ANOTHER racoon?!”

“He wouldn’t-”

“Are you sure? Absolutely sure?”

At Minegishi’s lack of response Hatori screamed victoriously “See? This is why you have to support me with my plan!”

“Sell him on ebay you say…” Minegishi muttered while tapping the kitchen counter with his finges.

“You can’t be seriously considering this!” Shibata exclaimed outraged “Ha ve you lost your minds? We aren’t selling our friend on internet”

“He’s not my friend” Hatori quickly complained.

“And I never said I agreed on selling him on ebay” Minegishi continued “But Hatori’s right and it’s time we put some limits to him”

“YES”

“And that’s why we should talk with him instead”

“SHIBATA NOOOO”

“Shibata’s right”

“NOOOOOOOO” Hatori cried miserably, victory had been so close “whyyyy?”

“Im sorry buddy but that’s the right and mature thing to do” Shibata said not sounding sorry at all

“Hatori stop whinning and finish setting the table so we can finally eat”

Minegishi rolled his eyes at Hatori’s sulking form and finished cooking with Shibatas help.

Once they entered the living room with the finished food Minegishi noticed Hatorics hesitance

“Is something wrong?”

“I was just wondering if i should put another plate. Is the bastard going to eat with us?”

“Speaking of which” said Shibata carrying the last of their homemade food “Where is he?”

“I don’t know” shrugged Minegishi “He was annoying me because he was bored and you were late so I told him to go and find something else to do before I choked him”

“And he did it just like that?” Shibata asked surprised.

“I had to threaten him starvation and not buying his cereal forst but it worked”

Shibata hummed “He probably went dog sighting”

“Probably”

“How long ago was that”

“Like 5 minutes before you arrived”

“Then it will be a while before he returns”

Minegishi shrugged again “I wouldn’t worry about him”

They were halfway through their food when Hatorics eyes catch sight of something in Shimazakis makeshift cabinet.

“Are those his glasses?”

Minegishi turned to where Hatori was pointing “Yes”

“I thought he didn’t take them off ever”

“I guess he listened when I complained about dogs saliva on them” Minegishi said “If he is indeed dog sighting”

“I’m pretty sure he is” Shibata said comfidently “Dog saliva? Really?”

“Yeah, between that and the paw shaped stains on his clothes…he was driving me crazy”

“Oh I know! The first time it was really hard to get rid of the stench of trash but I found in internet a helpful mix of…” Shibata’s words died in his mouth when he saw Hatori stand up and pick the glasses.

Minegishi stared confused “What are you doing?”

Hatori didn’t respond and when he made his way to his forgotten backpack Shibata facepalmed.

“Buddy, no. Did you seriously bought those?”

Hatori turned around with a devilish smile om his face while clearly hiding something behind his back. “Well i never thought you would actually help me with the ebay plan”

Minegishi turned to look at Shibata expecting some kimd of clarification.

“We passed a toy store on our way here and Hatori saw…something.” Shibata said in a tired tone shaking his head clearly dissppointed “I can’t explain it…Just show him already”

Hatori proudly revealed what he was hiding. Besides Shimazaki’s glasses there was another pair.

The other pair were one of those funny looking glasses you used for disguisses or parties with crazy colourful swirly cartoon eyes that seemed to wink when you move them and stupid antennaes that ended in a pink cotton ball hanging from the sides.

It was the stupidest thing Minegishi had ever seen.

“You do realize he wont ever fall for this right?” Minegishi deadpanned once again “He will immediately feel those antennaes movement”

“Have more faith in me” Hatori huffed taking off the apparently removable antennaes thus making the glasses look a little less stupider but stupid nonetheless.

Minegishi picked both glassesand turned them around inspecting them. He had to give Hatori some credit. he had managed to find a pair with the exact same shape as Shimazakis and made of the same cheap plastic.

They were perfect…except for one thing.

“They don’t weight the same” Minegishi stated raising the toy glasses. to be honest he wasn’t sure but it was an educated guess.

“You gotta be kidding me right?” Hatori exclaimed “Who cares? He won’t even notice that!”

“He will” Minegishi seriously said before standing up and walking away still holding both pair of glasses.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Hatori screamed following Minegishi back in the kitchenb Shibata just behind him.

When they got there they found Minegishi already kneeling rummaging one of his low cabinets.

Hatori turned to look at Shibata but the big man just shrugged in return as lost as him.

“Aja!” Minegishi suddenly exclaimed standing up holding his white digital scale. He then weighted both pair of glasses.

The toy glasses weighted 10 grams less.

“Told you” Minegishi triumphantly exclaimed.

“So?” Hatori spluttered “Yeah, fine! They don’t weight the same. It’s just 10 grams! He won’t-”

“He will”

“Again I repeat myself” Hatori said losing his patience “YOU GOTTA BE FUCKINH KIDDING-”

He couldn’t finish his sentence because Shibata decided in that moment to place one of his heavy hands on Hatori’s shoulder “Minegishi…Hatori is right. Don’t you think you are being a little… paranoic?”

“No” Minegishi firmly stated shaking his head “Why do you think I take him shopping?”

“Because you were trying to teach him how to be a good person…?” Shibata tried only for Minegishi to glare at him. They already knew how much of a failure that had been.

Hatori shrugged, now it was his turn to try. “Dunno man. I don’t even know why you even let him sleep here”

At the others failed attempts Minegishi continued “I don’t know how or what he does but he somehow can weight stuff with great precision”

“What” “What”

“I suspect it has something to do with Mental eye” Minegishi kept muttering unaware of the others awed expression.

“That’s…unexpected” “That’s fucked up”

“It helps me to make sure Im being sold what I payed for” Minegishi shrugged “ANYWAY my point is if I noticed it he will certainly do it too. If we are doing this we have to do it right”

The phrasing didn’t escape Hatori. “We…?” he asked in disbeliefb excitement barely concealed in his tone.

When Minegishi smirked Hatori couldn’t help but give a devilish smirk of his own. in unison they both turned to Shibata who just groaned.

“Fine. I’m in”

Both Minegishi and Hatori raised a fist in triumph. Shibata hesitantly joining them.

“But what are we doing then?” Shibata asked “The glasses don’t weight the same and Shimazaki is gonna arruve any moment now”

“Shit that’s true”

“I have an idea” Minegishi said calling upon the power welling inside him. Soon a sticky looking vine made its way to where the group was reunited. Minegishi inspected it and after some careful consideration he picked two small leaves growing from it and stuck them to the upper side of the toy glasses simulatin angry frowing eyebrows.

He then placed the toy glasses om the scale and with bathed breath they waited for the led screen to settle on a number.

They differed by less than a gram now.

“That’s enough…right?” Hatori quietly asked.

“It has to be…” Shibata added before turning to look at Minegishi. He was the judge, had the last work.

“I don’t know.” Minegishi confessed “But this will have to do. Quick Hatori. Shibata. Set everything we will need in place. We only have one chance amd we can’t afford to waste it.”

They barely had time to finish their already cold food and prepare everything when Shimazaku suddenly appeared in the middle of the room.

They did their best to act naturally hoping the blind man didn’t notice anything.

The moment Shimazaki popped in Minegishi’s living room he knew something was off.

He could feel the remnants of Hatori’s aura telling him he had been building artifacts but wherever they were they were deactivated because he couldn’t sense them. They were probably diacarded om the floor. It wasn’t the first time he did that.

He could feel Shibata tensing his muscles too but it wasn’t like Shimazaki cared. He was hungry and he could smell food so he made his way to his cabinet to fetch his things.

He grabbed his glasses and put them on while he turned about to ask what they had for dinner but before he could do that the whole room erupted in chaos.

“GO GO NOW” Hatori screamed barely restraining his laughter while his artifacts suddenly tuner to life.

Shimazaki could feel them flying, closely circling him but besides that he could hear them. His expartners laughing. Laughing so much they were almost wheezing

“Oh my god” exclaimed Shibata trying to stiffle his laugh with his free hand. The other was busy holding something that made a clicking noise.

“THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN I THOUGHT” Hatori cackled pointing at him.

Even Minegishi had bursted laughing!

Shimazaki didn’t know what was happening but he knew something was happening and he didn’t like it.

With a swift movement he took down all of Hatori’s devices, one after another.

“NOOOOO” Hatori screamed “MY BABIES”

Once the artifacts were destroyed Shimazaki turned and launched himself at their vey own creator.

Hatori yelped traying to scurry away from him but Shimazaki was too fast.

Or he would have been if it werenct for the fact Shibata tacklee him before he could reach the little pest.

“Don’t even think that” the big man growled as if that was enough to stop him.

Without wasting another second Shimazaki teletransported behind Hatori and with a strong kick slammed him against Shibata sending them both flyin to the nearest wall.

He was about to punch a hole in them when a sturdy vine wrapped around hos arm stopping him.

“Shimazaki stop” Minegishi exclaimed in a low menacing voice. His hand raised ij prepartion glowing with his aura.

Shimazaki teletransported all around the room avoinding the quick vines Minegishi sent after him trying to bound him.

Soon he made his way towards the plant user and when he was in close range he raise his legt ready to plan another kick in the mans chest but hr had to teletransport before he could do it because somethin was flyin comind directly for his head. Whatever it was it sounded metallic when it crashed om the wall instead.

“You psycho! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” Hatori, now surrounded by a bunch of floating stuff ready to be thrown screamed.

Provoked, Shimazaki threw himself once again agains the smaller esper “You were laughing!”

“IT WAS A PRANK JACKASS” Hatori yelled reflexively raising his arms forming a protective barrier.

But it wasn’t needed because that actually made Shimazaki stop.

“A prank?” was all he was able to say before a wave of vines encircled him and threw him to the floor.

“Yes idiot. A prank.” Minegishi walking to where they were and looking down at him “If you had calmed down we could have explain it to you”

Minegishi glared at the bounded man below him. He knew Shimazaki could free himself in any moment. Shimazaki knew it too, afterall he wasn’t squirming instead he stayed put glaring at Minegishi waiting for an explanation.

Or at least he tried. He was stilk wearing the toy glasses and if it wasn'tfor the sight of his destroyed apartment Minegishi would have laughed again.

The final tally after everything was cleaned and accounted for included Hatori’s phone, Minegishi’s toaster and coffe maker (which Hatori had used to build the flying wifi connected cameras and then Shimazaki utterly destroyed) a broken lip from Hatori (though he alleged he had a broken rib too), an unconcious Shibata (who took all the brunt of hitting the wall and that Minegishi had to use his vines to drag and lay to rest on the sofa) and a huge whole on the wall where Shibata had landed, completely fracturing it (Minegishi could consider himself lucky that it hadn’t been one of the buildings support walls).

And an annoyed Shimazaki who was too impatient to wait for them to pick up the place.

“Toy glasses…?” Shimazaki dubiously said when they finally explained what all that had been about. He had taken them off and now was moving his hands along feeling them.

“Yes. They are dumb, they are stupid. You didn’t have to punch our guts but who cares? You are welcome” Hatori said curtly. He was pissed seated on the sofa at the end of Shibata’s feet trying to fix his phone to not succes which only pissed him more.

Minegishi sighed tiredlyb it was too late for this. “We just want to take some photos of you wearing them. We thought it would be fun-”

“How are they?” Shimazaki interrumpted

“What?”

“How do they look?” Shimazaki suddenly asked seriously. He had stopped touching the glasses and was now frowning at them.

“Uhhh…They are pink?”

“Pink?”

“Yeah! pink you dumbfu-” Hatori snapped but stopped himself when he saw the confused look Shimazaki was throwing at him “Of course you don’t know what pink is.. ”

He groaned and turned to look at Shibata for help but the man was still passed out.

“Pink…is this color…like red and white?”

“…”

“It’s for girls!” hatori said throwing up his hands in surrender “Minegishi can you help me out”

“They are pink” Minegishi continued shaking his head “ Amd they have this swirly cartoon eyes that wink when you move them-”

“Wink?” Shimazaki asked again looking more confused.

“Yes, they wink. It’s an effect. Don’t think too hard about it-”

“What is this?” Shimazaki said picking apart one of the leaves. “Is it a plant?”

“Yep. Minegishi put them so they weighted the same as your glasses. It worked!” Hatori said in a better mood. As if the fact they managed to trick Shimazaki made him happier “They looked like angry eyebrows. Frowning eyebrows”

“Frowning?”

“Yes. like you are doing at this very moment” Minegishi said casually pointing at Shimazakis face.

Shimazaki brought a hand to his forehead and lightly patted his eyebrows.

Minegishi ws about to keep talking describing the stupid glasses when the unthinkable happened.

One…two…three…snickers escaped Shimazaki’s mouth and before he or Hatori could understand what was happening he was chuckling.

“OH MY GOD WHAT IS HAPPENING? IS HE HAVING AN ATTACK?” Hatori asked panicked and Minegishi couldn’t blame him for that.

It’s not that they had never heard Shimazaki laugh. It was that this was completely different from the mocking laugh they were accustomed.

This was a pure unadultered laugh and Minegishi and Hatori could only stare at the way Shimazaki was bending over while fits of laughter took him over not knowing how to act.

It didnt take much (even though it felt like it did) for Shimazaki to raise with a tiny genuine smile showing on his face while he recovered his breath like they had never seen before.

Afterall maybe a destroyed apartment and an unconcious friend had been worth it.

Because they had to wait for Shibata to regain conciousness and make sure he was okay they ended up going to sleep really late.

Which meant Shimazaki was going to kill the man at the door who woke him with his incesant knocking and shouting.

“MINEGISHI” Shimazaki loudly groaned rolling on his back on the couch and covering his eyes witth his arm wishing that was enough to keep his mental eye from seeing “IM GOING TO KILL HIM IF HE DOESNT STOP”

“I already heard!” Minegishi answered entering in the living room dragging his feet

“IM COMING” he said before mumbling under his breat “Who could even be this early?”

Shimazaki didnt care and he was already readying himself to go back to sleep when Minegishi opened the door.

It was going to be possible. The man seemed to have a death wish.

The shouting not only returned but it increased in volume.

“MINEGISHI SAN” the mans voice boomed in minegishis tiny apartment and to shimazakis surprise Minegishi actually flinched

“Y-Yamada san what are-”

“CARE TO EXPLAIN ME WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE?” the man screamed somehow louder “I WOKE UP TO DOZENS OF TEXT MESSAGES AND CALL AFTER CALL FROM THE NEIGHBOURS COMPLAINING ABOUT SOME SORT OF CONMOTION GOING IN MY BUILDING”

“I-”

“AND WHAT DO I FIND WHEN I FINALLY COME HERE? TENNANTS APPROACHING ME WITH WILD STORIES ABOUT THE BUILDING TREMBLING AND CONCERNS ABOUT THEIR SAFETY”

So far Shimazaki had been trying to tune the mans screaming but the more the man continued the harder minegishis grip on the doorframe got drawing Shimazakis attention. It was rare to see him nervous.

“I OF COURSE TRIED TO CALM THEM DOWN. TELLING ME THERE WAS NOTHING TO FEAR. MY BUILDING IS SAFE…”

“BUT THEN SHIMURA SAN FROM #213 COMES AND TELLS ME ABOUT A DENT APPEARING ON HER WALL IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT”

“…”

“Minegishi san…would you be so kind to explain me why A HUGE FUCKING DENT SUDDENLY APPEARED IN THE WALL SEPARATING YOU APARTMENTS?” the man finally screamed out of breath

“Ill pay for the damage” was everything Minegishi said

“OH IM MAKING SURE YOU DO THAT” the man raged on taking a step forward and jabbing a finger in Minegishis chest.

“I know your story Minegishi san.I know what you used to do and let you come here despite my best judgement” the man hissed with his finger still deeply buried in Minegishis chest. Shimazaki couldnt understand why Minegishi kept listening. “I should just evict you. But I am a generous man and I know you wont be accepted anywhere else so… ill let you stay, given you pay for all of the repairs…who knows how deep your little stunt damaged my building”

“A-all of the repairs?!” Minegishi exclaimed

“And any demand issued againys my persona for this incident”

“Wh-But Yamada-san! I don’t have the momey to pay for all that”

“You seriously expect me to believe that? You should have thought that! And if you refuse to pay I will call the police-”

That’s it.

“You arent calling anybody funny man.” Shimazaki said with a smile telatransporting just behind Minegishi immeditely getting the desired effect.

“W-WHO IS THIS?” the man screamed jumping backwards

“Yamada san this is Shimazaki” Minegishi sighed “He is … a friend of mine-”

“IS THIS ANOTHER ONE OF YOU LUNATICS?” the man pointed a trembling finger in Shimazakis direction

“Who I am doesnt matter.” Shimazaki started but was interrupted by Minegishis hissing

“Shimazaki”

Shimazaki ignored him teletransporting to the space previosly occupied by the man earning another scream from him.

“What matters to me is…” shimazaki said leaning forward dropping his smile “who the fuck are you?”

“W-Who am I?!”

“Yes, you. Idiot.” Shimazaki sighed. The funny man wasnt as funny as he was brainless.

“EXCUSE ME? I’m the-”

“I dont care” Shimazaki quickly cut in “You are but an insignificant piece of shit who should have thought better before coming here and waking me up with all you babbling”

“Babbling? Waking you…up?” the idiot kept repeating everything Shimazaki just said “You sleep here?”

“Duh” shimazaki simply said because it was obvious but something happened because the moment he said that Minegishi groaned and the man who had been previously trembling suddenly stilled and was now looking over shimazakis shoulder at Minegishi

“Minegishi-san what is this?!”

“Uh…m”

“WHEN YOU RENTED THIS PLACE WE ACCORDED IT WAS JUST FOR ONE PERSON. I WONT HAVE FREELOADERS LIVING IN MY BUILDING. ”

“He was just over-”

“I DONT CARE. YOU KNOW THE RULES. THE RENT GOES UP 10000 YEN TO PAY FOR THE LINVING EXPENSES OF ANY EXTRA PERSON AND YOU WILL PAY THEM OR ELSE-”

“Or else what?” Shimazaki snarled grabbing the not so funny man by the collar of his shirt and raising him “You know? I am getting really tired of you.”

“LET ME GO YOU LUNATIC” the man uselessly kicked in the air

“SHIMAZAKI NO” Minegishis hand shot up effectively grabbing Shimazakis shoulder and stopping him from teletransporting to the bottom of the sea like he had been planning to. “Let him go”

Shimazaki unceremoniously dropped the man and he didnt waste a single second before fleeing down the hall almost tripping with his own feet.

Shimazaki laughed, closed the door and turned around ready to joke with Minegishi like they did everytime they decimated an opposing force.

Except Minegishi currently was sitting in the floor burying his face in his hands.

“Minegishi?” Shimazaki tentatively called

“If he calls the police then Im done for good” Minegishi quietly mumbled

“What? why?” Shimazaki exclaimed “He was the one who came screaming and woke us up! He was screaming at you!”

“Dont you understand?” Minegishi straightened turning to look at Shimazaki “That was my landlord. I cant go around threatening my landlord!”

“Your what?”

“YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT A-” Minegishi started but stopped to take a deep breath

“He owns this place” Minegishi finally saaid gesturing around

“What? I thought this place was yours”

“No I don’t.” Minegishi grumbled “I don’t have that amount of money...I actually don’t even have enought to pay all of Yamada sans demands”

“What? Arent you super rich or something?”

“Waht makes you think that?”

“Well...with all the stuff you buy me...and how you are always working...”

“You though that I...?” Minegishi said in disbelief before quietly chuckling “How much do you think Im paid?”

Shimazaki shrugs

“You do realize you are a lost cause, right?”

“HEY”

Minegishi stood up dusting his pants “Here c’mon” he then walked towards the doors “Let’s go”

“Where?” Shimazaki whined “Im hungry”

“I have to go now and somehow covince everybody to not sue me or Yamada-san...I would preferred to change first but we have to do this as soon as possible if i dont want to pay even more money.”

“And why do i have to go? ”

“For starters because this is your fault.” Minegishi deadpanned “And besides I dont trust you enough to leave you alone in my kitchen”

Shimazaki couldnt argue back so he crossed his arms and followed Minegishi out

I know, I know its been more than a year since I last updated this but *gestures vaguely* life.last year of college.new fandoms. global crisis...

And more importantly... tumblr deleting all my drafts

Seriously I had like a good chunk of the prank scene written since last years august but Tumblr kept deleting my drafts and i had to rewrite all of that like 5 times which was pretty descourangingly (that and the lack of response )

It’s a shame considering the whole scene of the prank was the main reason for me to write this. I was very excited to write it.

I hope it lived to your expectations because i know I kept talking about this

Anyway I wish i could tell you when the next part is coming, because theres still more (this thing just grows and grows out of control) but yeah *gestures vaguely at everything going around*

What I know is that I want to write this before i forget how key scenes go (part of the discouragement was that i forgot some cool witty dialogue i had for the prank and I was so mad at mysellf for not remebering) so lets see how this goes.

I missed these dorks.

Anyway any feedback is greatly appreciated (reblogs>likes).

You can find me in ao3 ( Im posting these headcanons and other fics there)

It’s an honor to contribute to leftist propaganda

#mob psycho 100 #mp100 #shimazaki ryou #minegishi toshiki #hatori nozomu #shibata hiroshi #super 5 #super5 headcanons #nie's writing

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