#It's fine I just had a bunch of stuff in there that I answered privately

[dragonairice]

So today I learned that turning off asks deletes everything in your inbox 😔

[theonlyhonoredone]

Love You Like No Tomorrow

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: The story of how you and Satoru got married

Masterlist

It was the middle of summer when Satoru raised the question. A bored evening, the two of you were sitting on the balcony sharing some strawberry cake. He had been staring at you for a while, obviously deep in thought. You let him play with whatever was in his mind until you reached the last bite of dessert, finally deciding to ask him what he was thinking about. He’d looked at you very seriously for a long time before finally answering.

“I want to marry you,” he stated.

You nearly choked, your eyes growing wide in surprise, “Excuse me?”

“I want to marry you,” he repeated, “Not some big wedding thing, just you and I. I want you to be my wife.”

“I-” you paused because while the idea wasn’t unwelcome he had totally blindsided you, “Why are you bringing this up now? Did something happen?”

He had a bad habit of burying his problems. Often refusing to speak about something until he was on the verge of breaking.

“Nah, I was just staring at you and you’ve got these crumbs on the side of your mouth,” he reached over to wipe them with his thumb, “And I was thinking about how cute you look like that and then I thought, who thinks someone looks cute with a bunch of crumbs on their face? Must be because I’m in love with you, and I already knew that but I was just thinking if I already wanna be with you forever and you obviously feel the same way why don’t we just get married already?” He licked his thumb and leaned back, propping his hands behind his head. “I don’t wanna wait anymore, I wanna do it right now.”

You couldn’t help laughing, “Who says I feel the same way?”

He turned to you with a big smile, “Don’t play coy, I’ve got you whipped.”

“I believe it’s the other way around, actually.”

“It goes both ways, how about that?” 

You nodded in agreement, “Okay, fine, we’re both whipped and we wanna be together forever.”

Your eyes danced over the Tokyo skyline as you let his proposition sink in. It was surprising, Satoru loved to be the center of attention so you couldn’t imagine he’d pass up the chance to have some big flashy wedding. That wasn’t something you’d want, it always seemed more romantic to you to confess your deepest feelings in private. When you declared your undying love for Satoru you wanted him to be the only one to hear it. Really thinking about it made you realize how much you hated the idea of some big ceremony. Months or even years of planning, all the anxiety and anticipation of making everything perfect. Then having to share all your deepest feelings in front of a big crowd. Plus with Satoru’s status in the Jujustu world it’d inevitably become some sort of political ordeal.

“You’re okay with us just running off to do this? No party, no big celebration, nothing?” You questioned him to make sure he was really sure about it before you agreed.

He grabbed his chin, rubbing it as the scenario passed through his mind. “Yeah, I mean a party would be fun, but I don’t wanna wait all that time. We can plan some party later, oh and a honeymoon, we gotta have one of those,” he nodded as he imagined all the locations you could go, “But the actual marriage part, I don’t need that to be for anyone but us. If you want that stuff though, we can wait.”

“I don’t want it, actually I kind of hate the idea of it all,” you confessed. “It seems stressful, I’d rather it just be us.”

His eyes widened excitedly and he leaned forwards in his chair, just barely sitting on it’s edge. “Let’s go do it now then! We can go to one of those drive-thru places! It’ll be fun, and then we can go on a mini honeymoon tomorrow!”

You laughed at his excitement, “Well I at least want a white dress Toru, and I want you to wear a suit. Why don’t we plan it for this weekend or something?”

“Nah, I wanna do it tonight! If you want to get dressed up we can,” he dug into his wallet and passed you a card, “We’ll go get you a dress and me a suit and then we can head over! We can go right at sunset!”

The excitement in his big blue eyes was too overwhelming for you to deny him so you nodded and let him hoist you out of your chair. You rushed over to the shopping district you frequented and gave yourselves both an hour to get ready. You found the perfect little white dress, it hugged you just right and you found yourself getting emotional in the fitting room. Off the shoulder with long sleeves, hitting you just above the knee, pretty feathers wrapping around the collar and top of the sleeves. It was simple elegance, paired with a pair of sweet kitten heels it really made you feel like a bride. You swiped the dress and changed into it right away, having to run back to the car to meet Satoru in time. He had found himself a deep blue suit and paired it with a baby blue button up and some black formal shoes. He looked incredibly handsome, his eyes no longer hidden by the sunglasses he’d worn on the way there. 

“You’re beautiful,” he wrapped his arms around you and spun you around with a big smile.

“So are you,” you cooed back at him, stealing a quick kiss. “Are we really gonna do this?”

He nodded, “Obviously, come on I even got you this,” he presented you with a jewelry box which made you gasp.

“How did you have the time…” you trailed off as he opened the box, revealing it to be totally empty inside. “That’s mean Toru!”

He laughed and tossed the box into the back seat, “I didn’t actually have time, that’s just an old box. I got you this though,” he pulled a candy ring from his pocket, making you burst into a fit of laughter, “It’ll have to do for now alright?”

You nodded and presented your hand to him, “Come on, you’re supposed to put it on me.”

“Not yet, you have to wait until we actually get married,” he winked and opened the car door for you, “Come on pretty.”

You grinned as you buckled yourself in, the candy ring seated in your lap as Satoru sped through the city. You were both laughing the whole time, grinning like idiots as you pulled into the drive-thru. Satoru explained excitedly that you wanted to get married right now because you were madly in love. You two were told to sign some papers and they offered you a veil for the photos. A man dressed as a priest led you through a quick ceremony and simple vows. Satoru slid his candy ring onto your finger and dipped you back as dramatically as he could for your first kiss. A young giggling girl took a million pictures and babbled about how cute she thought you were. In the end you left with a bundle of printed out pictures of the two of you and a real marriage license. 

“I can’t believe it,” you gripped the license as Satoru drove you back towards your home, “This is like, for real Satoru. We actually are married.”

He took your hand and kissed the candy ring on your finger, “It’s not real until we consummate it.”

Laughter bubbled up from your chest once again, “Shut up perv.”

“Hey, that’s no way to speak to your husband,” he teased.

“Well you shouldn’t be acting like a perv Toru, you’re a married man you know?”

He was smiling ear to ear, “That’s even more reason for me to be a perv don’t you think? Now that I’ve got the prettiest wife in the whole world, I mean how can I be expected to keep my hands off my pretty, perfect wife?”

“I don’t know, I can’t keep mine of my handsome, strong husband,” you took one of his hands in yours. “So I guess you’ve got a point there.”

When you got home Satoru carried you to your room and tossed you onto the bed. You spent your night rolling around in the sheets, giving in every single time Satoru asked for just one more. How could you even deny such a doting husband after all? You worked yourselves until you were exhausted, falling asleep tangled up together with your bedroom looking like it’d been hit by a hurricane. Even when the morning came you didn’t care to clean up, instead opting to spend your makeshift honeymoon tucked into your big bed together sucking on your candy ring.

[pixies-and-poets]

It was a good attempt

Hey friends. I've had something eating away at me for a while now; I was going to give it a bit more time, but the anxiety around not talking about this is getting to me, so I'll just be direct.

I'm leaving tumblr (sort of).

Without being too melodramatic about this: I've had a lot of complicated thoughts about social media, fandom, the internet in general, being an artist/streamer online, and a bunch of related stuff over the past few years. It's always hard to sort out these thoughts properly, and even harder to talk about them, because I don't want anyone to attack me or assume I'm treating my personal experiences as universal, or belittling something that's important and meaningful to them. I will say I firmly believe that for many people, the modern internet is more harmful to mental health than we're all willing to admit. But I also know it's a great source of connection and friendship where I've met some of the people I love most. If I had a more solid black-and-white conviction or thesis about these complexities, I wouldn't be struggling so constantly to make sense of it all, and the internet's place in my life.

That said, the evidence of my own life points to the fact that the less "online" I am (at this point in my existence), the happier I am. That the remaining sources of self-loathing depression in my life are almost entirely triggered by the internet. That social media is a disaster for my OCD. For many months, I was hoping tumblr would be different. It's not. Realizing that the same old problems I have were just going to resurface here again was a painful process, one I kept denying.

I thought I'd be fine if I only checked in once or twice a day, but the more I do that, the more I find it hard to get myself to check in at all. Because when I do, I feel like I just can't keep up with everything anymore. I don't feel like a part of anything, I don't feel wanted or needed, and it just exacerbates my problems.

But I'm not going to disappear completely. I'll still pop in from time to time and answer any asks, and maybe post doodles. My art account @altermentality will still be active, when I have something worth posting.

You can still find me on twitter for now, and bluesky, but my presence of being truly "active" socially online will be limited to:

Discord- because I enjoy the few smaller, private-ish servers I'm in, and it's my hub for keeping in touch with people one-on-one.

Twitch - At this point in my life, I still greatly enjoy streaming, although my capacity to do it reliably varies. I also love the communities I'm in that I've developed with other streamers.

I'm altermentality on all the places mentioned above. If you'd like to keep in touch, please reach out.

My queue will run until it runs out.

It's been fun and I wish you all the best. Be well.

[stxrmylxve]

First: I'm sorry, I know you just stated an event and I've been sending a bunch of requests, so PLEASE take your time and put off anything you need to! Never feel obligated to fulfill a request if you've got other stuff going on, I promise I'm understanding of the fact that we all have lives and other things going on in them.

Second: Apologizing a second time, because I decided to send this one in (I had it saved in my drafts and was going to scrap it) because I got really sad and needed some comedy.

Kazutora, Mikey, Chifuyu, Baji, Kokonoi, and Draken with an S/O who playfully runs away from them when they're about the be questioned regarding pranks being pulled on them (I.E. hiding Draken's tools in unusual places, putting sticky notes on their clothes with funny messages that make others giggle, drawing cat whiskers on Chifuyu with washable markers but while he sleeps) S/O be like: "Wha? WHO DID THAT? Uh-uh, not me, NO sir! Innocent till proven guilty," and if they chase S/O: "AAAAAH IT WASN'T MEEEE!"

A/N: sorry for the late answer, life hit and holy fuck it is unnecessarily stressful sometimes huh?

Kazutora:

What you did: Left a funny note on the back of his shirt

okay kazutora wants a good start back in life, and when people start laughing at him it makes him a little suspicious again

he has no clue what he is wearing half the time, muchless cares to looks for a message

…why do i feel like he might get a little mad?

in private, ofc

he would rant about it to you for a good while and it is hard to keep your composure

“…you wrote it on my back?”

… he chases you for hours, beware.

Mikey:

What you did: Didn’t give him a flag on his food

you’re his flag person, how could you forget a flag for him?!

throws a damn tantrum and calls up draken so that he will come to bring the flag for him

”you don’t have my flag? …why.?”

he gets so sad oml

“I just forgot it, that’s all. It’s in my bag at home…”

he glares at you for a good day or so (or more)

Chifuyu:

What you did: Drew a cat in sharpie on his chest

chifuyu shows his chest at meetings. okay that sounds weird. he goes on rants and for some reason breaks out his chest and wabam, there is a huge cat face he didn’t know about on full display

mikey has to stiffle a laugh since this is an official meeting, but chifuyu flat out leaves

”did you seriously draw on my chest last night?”

”me? noooo, I would never. Hey i gotta go walk peke j outside to go swimming, i gotta go-“

poor baby

Baji:

What you did: Hid his favorite hairbrush

this man is a DIVA and will FIGHT for his hairbrush

anyways, hr gets so pissed and reminds me of inosuke randomly yelling

”WHO THE FUCK TOOK MY HAIRBRUSH”

… you’re the only one in the house. obviously it was you. duh.

he questions you day in and out trying to solve the ‘mystery’, but when it shows up mysteriously the next day, he tackles you again for questioning

no literally, tackles you onto the bed and asks you sm 💀

Koko:

What you did: stored a wad of cash for tonight’s dinner/shopping elsewhere

he doesn’t really care until you throw a fake fit saying how much you had been looking forward to paying in cash for your stuff

then he perked up, but got nervous instead

he often misplaces things, but never his money. thought it wad a robbery and checked the cameras, only to find you snooping around

he is fine w it though, he even plays along and acts dumb

”you know i saw you on the cameras, right?”

”me? no. that was my.. sister, koko. we looks identical heh.”

Draken:

What you did: ‘Accidentally’ misplaced a few of his tools

you can not be playing games the man is on a TIME CRUNCH

he flips the whole shop upside down before you rush in to stop with panic

”baby it was just a prank! they’re over there.” you usher him to a corner where everything was neatly places, and a huge sigh escapes his lips

not only was everything there instead of robbed, it was all still organized neatly enough to his liking

he has a different approach and pecks your lips with a small ‘thanks’ before going back to work

a total mystery 💁‍♀️

[ceruleanterrapin]

Could you tell us a bit about what your system experience is like? No worries if no, just delete if you don’t want to (no pressure)

Well, that's kind of like asking to explain what math is. There's a lot of different things I could go into. But, I'll try to answer with a few tidbits

Looking back, being a system explains a lot about the gaps in memories. We never really noticed them. Actually, we thought we had a pretty good memory. But, now, we're realizing that a bunch of things we get told happened to us in our childhood we have no memory of whatsoever. It also explains why we never had a sense of identity until we discovered we were a system. One moment we'd act a certain way, have set morals and opinions; then, the next it would completely flip and we'd get so confused as to why. We'd experience different hobbies, opinions on the people around us, food preferences, etc. And experiencing that without knowing you're a system was... complicated, to put it lightly. This isn't even touching on the dissociation part of being a system (though, I won't be going into that as it's more private)

From what I've noticed, many of our headmates actually don't like fronting at all, which is likely why I'm active so often. Of course, that doesn't mean the others never front. You guys have already seen glimpses of a few of the others from when they've hijacked my blog in the past. Every headmate is just different. Some enjoy interacting with people outside the system, others get overwhelmed

One last major thing I want to say to both systems and singlets is it's okay to not know who's fronting. 50% of the time I post on here I'm not even completely certain if I'm Leonardo or not, because sometimes, it's just hard to tell. When you're a system, you share a brain with a bunch of other people. It's only logical that you'd share similarities with them. If you thought you were [X] but you're actually not, or if you don't have any clue as to who you are, it's fine. Trust me. Don't force yourself to give an answer as to who's fronting, and don't force others to do that either. If a system doesn't know who's in the front, then it's okay. It happens, a lot more than you'd think. Even right now as I'm typing this I'm still struggling in being certain who's fronting

Anyways, I think I'll end this here. Of course, there's a lot more I could go into, but it's always good to err on the side of caution with mental health stuff. At the end of the day, were just one system on this website and I'm sure there's plenty of others who have completely different experiences to ours

[kyra45]

there's a user (01mariam-saad) that i got an ask from, and i'm hesitant about it. abuse was explained briefly within the ask, because it could be triggering, and it seems that at one point, their donation post had more a detailed explanation that has since been edited down, or the post was remade, because it was triggering. i don't know what it looked like before, but i'm aware that they're tagging a bunch of users, and i'm a pretty small blog, yet they found me and sent me an ask, which is ...i don't know, usually this stuff is blazed by someone, or comes across your dash naturally. it made me skeptical, i guess, that a line of contact was formed. in the main post, when i went to check, there were people saying it was a scam, and i've since gone back, but those comments calling it out all seem to be gone. i don't know if they were deleted or what, but it made me hesitate initially to see scam claims, and then more so to come back and see those comments deleted. i don't know if i am right to doubt, and with the topic being pretty badly abusive, i find myself ...worried to express concern over whether it's real, but then, if it is a scam, i think that's really all the more reason to ask, because it would be truly horrendous to tell people that you had suffered such awful abuse for some hundred bucks.

Unfortunately it isn’t uncommon for scammers to pretend they were abused to get money from other people. It’s something they I’ve seen happen quite often happen, and have at least 2 cases of it documented here (dreamerdollface) and another one I can’t remember the url of but there are several other. Both accounts claimed to be abuse victims but never could provide verification that the pictures they were using was actually their own images and not images stolen off the internet.

The user you listed has been spamming asks on a near daily basis, always changing part of it to fit a holiday or the day of the week it’s sent. They target anyone and everyone and don’t seem to care their ask contains triggering content since it’s never edited to remove the unnecessary information. Their pinned post has most of the same information supplied so by now they should edit out it the ask.

A mutual of mine got the same ask and answered it privately telling the account to please stop sending those kind of asks to users. Despite the blog accepting suggestions, they have ignored the kind request and continue to send it to others.

It is suspicious if their deleting anything that raises concerns because while people can be rude sometimes you wouldn’t want to hide anything if it wasn’t a rude comment. If someone calls you a scam, you can reply to them with proof you aren’t. Deleting the comment, without answering it, generally isn’t advisable. Often scammers just don’t want anyone seeing someone’s legitimate concerns. Though sometimes real people just don’t want to deal with those comments as well:

It is fine to doubt someone’s legitimacy if they find you even though your blog is too small for someone to find easily.

[punchdrunkdoc]

Chapter 7

Summary: After the events of S3, Matt Murdock is trying to once again balance life as a lawyer and a vigilante. But he’s been scarred by loss and betrayal - will a mysterious new neighbour help him heal? Or will her secrets drag him back into the darkness?

Notes: This is a slow burn romance with an original female character, told in 3 parts. There is mystery, intrigue, action and angst - all the good stuff!

Also available on AO3 and Wattpad

Masterlist

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CHAPTER 7

“You’re still here.”

Calina glanced over her shoulder at Yelena, but returned her gaze to the woman in the garden before answering. “Yes, for another day. I’m getting the bus home tomorrow.”

It had been three days since the mission. Three days since Calina and Katya had made it back from the Ambassador’s house, bleeding and bruised, but alive. Calina had stayed to have her wounds treated, and to let the worst of the bruising fade before heading back to New York. 

By bus. 

She wasn’t looking forward to the long journey - or series of journeys really. She would have to change Greyhounds in Virginia and detour through Pennsylvania to throw off any possible tails. It would be a long, uncomfortable trip home, but she would suffer it gladly to avoid giving away this location. 

Yelena joined her at the window. “You’ve been watching over her for days like some mother hen.”

Calina shrugged. “Don’t you wish you’d had someone looking out for you when you were first freed? Instead of floundering through it alone?”

“I was fine.”

Calina spared her a sceptical glance. 

Yelena rolled her eyes. “Okay. I was too busy running for my life to worry about my mental health. But the distraction helped.” She nodded to the woman outside. “She has no distractions, though. So how do you think she’s doing?”

Calina wrapped her arms around herself, wincing as the action pulled on the stitches across her shoulder. “I think she’s about to reach the anger stage,” she murmured. 

The two of them studied Katya as she wandered amongst the petunias. The Widow’s base was located near the South Carolina coast, in a beautiful old Antebellum mansion. It had been relatively cheap, and private - isolated from the major roads and towns, but not too far from Charleston airport - and the South had seemed as good a place as any to hide out.

But Yelena liked to joke that she hadn’t considered any of those practical reasons, and had chosen the house because it had once been a plantation. She thought there was poetic symmetry in a bunch of ex mind-enslaved Widows reclaiming a slaver’s space.   

Calina didn’t care about that. She just liked it for the gardens. 

The warm, sub-tropical climate was perfect for growing vibrant, lush flowers, and they filled the landscape at the back of the house. The garden was a riot of colour and scent, and the air hummed with bees and the flapping of butterfly wings. 

It was peaceful, but so full of life. 

She thought it was good for the Widows to have this space. A place where they could just walk amidst the beauty of the world and reflect. So many of them were still so…angry. Hyper-focussed on their rage and their revenge. 

It was one of the reasons she’d wanted to leave and make a life for herself elsewhere. 

Yes, she was angry too. It was a background simmer that she could mostly ignore, only occasionally boiling over when she thought too hard about what had been done to her. And what she had been forced to do. But she didn’t want to feed that rage. She didn’t want to drown in it, become bitter with it. 

She wanted to live. 

That was how she would spite Dreykov and all the other evil bastards of the Red Room. That was how she would win: by letting go of her training and enjoying her new life. 

She hoped the woman in the garden would get to that place soon. 

Katya had been confused in the moments after receiving the antidote. As the mist evaporated and the red tinge cleared from her eyes, she had stumbled off Calina, shaking her head as if to clear it. 

Calina remembered the feeling well. It was as if her head had been filled with a dark, dense fog, a cloud of nothing but whispered orders and commands. As the fog had thinned, horror had seeped in at the realisation of what it meant. 

She had been controlled. 

Turned into nothing more than Dreykov’s puppet. A mindless automaton that he could command - and even terminate - at the click of a button. 

The confusion and horror had been followed by anger. Then depression, acceptance - basically all the stages of grief. 

Because it was a grief, or sorts. 

Mourning the loss of free will. 

“That’s good. Anger is better than all that shame and fear,” Yelena replied. She nodded to the woman outside. “Let’s go give her an outlet.” 

“What did you have in mind?” Calina asked. 

 ———

 The muffled pap, pap, pap of the gun was familiar, like a soundtrack from her youth. The weight of the weapon in her hands was a comfort, a safety blanket. The recoil tried to buck the barrel, but her muscle memory compensated, keeping the sight steady. 

She had to give Yelena credit - the shooting range was the perfect outlet. 

She’d thought at first the activity would just bring up bad memories of their training. But the fact that they were so used to target practice, meant that the act itself was almost…mindless. She didn’t have to concentrate on her aim. She didn’t have to overanalyse her form, or get used to an unfamiliar weapon. 

It was all second nature.

Which meant she could relax her mind, and just...feel.

And bask in the sense of control. 

She was the one holding the weapon. 

She got to choose where to aim. When to pull the trigger. How often to fire. 

She was in charge. 

Pap, pap, pap.

After emptying her fifth clip - and having shredded several paper targets with bullets - Calina flicked the safety on and holstered the weapon. Then she leaned against the wall behind her and watched her sisters as they continued firing. Yelena was supernaturally accurate, as always, the hole in the bullseye of her target getting bigger and bigger as she shot round after round into it. Katya was…less precise. Her emotional state was evident in the wildly off-centre bullet holes, as well as her tight shoulders and the white-knuckled grip she had on her pistol. 

Eventually, when the gun clicked empty, she hung her head, panting with rage. Calina knew better than to approach her in this condition - especially from behind - so she stayed where she was. 

“Yelena,” Calina called. “Yelena!” she repeated, trying to be heard over the gunshots. 

Yelena whipped off her ear protectors. “What?” she yelled back, annoyed. 

Calina nodded to Katya, who was now practically vibrating with anger, her hands clenched by her side as she stared sightlessly ahead. “I think it's time for step 2.”

“Drinks?” 

“Drinks. Lots of drinks.”

 ———

 Calina slumped in her chair, and picked at the label on her beer bottle. Being good Russian women, they’d started with vodka, knocking back shot after shot until they'd all developed a pleasant buzz. Calina had switched to beer when the room started spinning, never having had much tolerance for alcohol. But Yelena and had Katya carried on with the harder stuff. 

Other Widows had drifted through the lounge, staying for a few minutes at a time to have a drink with the newest newly-recovered member of the group. But Yelena and Calina had taken on a kind of mentoring role to Katya - as the one who’d found her, and the one who’d freed her - so the three of them were mostly left to it.

“-and then she made fun of my vest! My vest! You’ve seen my vest, haven’t you, Calina? It’s the one with-"

“Aaaalllll the pockets. Yes, Yelena,” Catalina replied with a small smile. Yelena was regaling Katya with the story of how she’d reconnected with her sister Natasha, and how they’d brought down the Red Room together. It was a story Calina had heard several times already.

“Calina, you’re slouching,” Yelena remarked suddenly, eyeing her upside down from her sprawl on the floor. “You never slouch. Do you remember, Katya, in ballet class? Calina would hardly ever get a whack across the legs for bad posture. Even when we were little. Now look at her - slouched in that chair, back all crumpled. Madame Galkin would be very displeased.”

“Madame Galkin can kiss my ass,” Calina murmured. 

Yelena burst out laughing, and even Katya managed a small smile. The shooting range had helped to bring her anger to the surface, and the alcohol was doing the trick of relaxing it out of her. 

They were flying blind when it came to the best way to deal with their un-brainwashing. There were no handy therapists in the group, and none that they could go to for help. So they’d come up with their own ways of coping. 

This seemed to be working for Katya. 

“Ha! Did you learn that kind of language in New York City?” Yelena teased, her accent even heavier than usual. 

Calina just rolled her eyes. 

“You’ve been in New York?” Katya asked.

Calina nodded. “Been living there for about a month now.”

“What is that like?” Katya asked. “Isn’t it scary, being out in the world, all on your own?”

It may have sounded like a strange question to an outsider, especially coming from a lethal, highly skilled secret operative like Katya. But Calina remembered that fear very well. The sense that the world beyond the control of the red room was too vast. Too full of possibilities and choices. Too complicated and daunting to navigate. 

“You know what they say back home,” Calina responded. “‘The eyes are afraid, but the hands are still doing it’. It is kind of scary, but it gets easier every day.”

“She only came back for a one-off, to help you,” Yelena explained.

“Thank you, Calina” Katya said. 

“You don’t need to thank me.”

“Well, I should at least apologise for stabbing you. And strangling you.”

Calina smiled. “Then I’d have to apologise for stabbing you, and making you talk like Marge Simpson.” Katya’s hoarse voice had just about recovered, but for the first two days in the compound she’d sounded suspiciously like the yellow cartoon character. 

“Fair enough,” Katya smiled. She turned serious, her gaze locked on the empty shot glass in her hands. “He told me that someone might come. And that I had to kill them on sight. I just never thought it would be you…”

“Wait, what?” Calina sat up straighter and exchanged a look with Yelena. “Who told you that?”

Katya looked confused. “My handler for the assignment. Why? What’s going on?”

The sick feeling in Calina’s stomach suddenly had nothing to do with the quantity of Stoli she’d ingested. “We thought you were following long term protocols. Are you saying you were still in contact with your handler?”

Yelena suddenly looked completely sober. “When Katya? When was the last check-in?”

“Last Thursday.”

“Shit. Shit!” Yelena replied. She swung her worried gaze to Calina. “We missed someone. Not all of Dreykov’s men are dead.”

 ———

 “I can’t believe you’re still leaving,” Yelena said, arms crossed over her chest.

Calina finished shoving her clothing into her carry-on. “Nothing’s changed-”

“Everything’s changed!”

“Nothing’s changed for me, Yelena. I still want out.” She zipped up the luggage and shrugged into her jacket. 

“You’re being a coward,” Yelena spat. “We found out last night that one of Dreykov’s men is still controlling Widows and you just want to disappear and forget about it. Leave us to clean it up.”

“We still don’t know what ‘it’ is. Is it one guy? A whole independent cell of operatives? Do they have any Widows left now that we’ve freed Katya? We. Don’t. Know. It could be nothing - just a lone Dreykov-wannabe who has no toys left to play with.”

“And we need to find out!”

“You need to! I did my part. I was with you in the beginning, Yelena. I helped you take out the other handlers, and the trainers, and the scientists. And I will always come back to help free Widows. But I want out, Yelena. No more death. No more revenge.” She stepped closer to the other woman, and softened her voice, suddenly feeling so…tired. “Do you remember what Natasha said in the Red Room after you freed us? We get to make our own choices now. This is my choice, Yelena. Please respect it.”

Yelena gritted her teeth and looked away. 

Calina sighed and grabbed her bag. As she shouldered past her stubborn, relentless sister, Yelena stopped her with a hand on her arm. “He could find you, you know. You’re using your real name. Like a complete amateur.”

Calina sighed. “I didn’t want them to take anything else from me. They already took my innocence, my home, my childhood…I wanted to keep this last piece of me. The name my parents gave me.” She leaned over and kissed Yelena on the forehead - a sudden impulse to soothe her sister’s fears. 

Because that’s what this whole conversation was about. Yelena was scared for her. 

She’d taken on the role of protector for the rest of the Widows. Maybe because she was one of the first to be freed; maybe because that freedom had come at the cost of another Widow’s life…or maybe this was just who Yelena was away from the influence of the Red Room. 

A leader. A guardian. 

She had moulded a group of lone operatives into a team. She had found them a home, and made it into a fortress. Everything she did was to keep the Widows safe.

And it drove her nuts that Calina wanted nothing to do with it. That she wanted to live out in the world instead. Where she was exposed. On her own. 

Unsafe. 

“I promise,” Calina vowed. “That I’ll be careful out there. You know I can take care of myself.”

Yelena gave a quick sharp nod, still not looking at her…and Calina walked away.

 ———

 Matt perched on top of the water tower and opened his senses to the world below. He filtered through the sounds that rang out in the night - the beeping of the car alarm on 51st street; the sobs of the teething baby on the seventh floor of the apartment building; the hiss of the subway below ground; the baseball game being streamed in the sports bar on the corner…

And he listened for any cries for help. For the crack of a gun, or the flick of a blade.

But there were none. 

He’d normally be thankful, taking it as a sign that maybe - maybe - he was starting to make a difference in Hell’s Kitchen. That the criminal underbelly was scared enough of the Devil to think twice about causing mischief… 

But tonight he would have welcomed a fight. A chase. Something to burn off his excess energy. To satisfy the frustration and growing anxiety in his gut. 

His head turned towards the rooftop in the distance - his rooftop. 

Their rooftop. 

But just like the dozen other times he’d checked tonight - and the previous six nights - there was no sign of Calina. 

No lonely figure at the parapet, gazing at the stars. 

No scent on the wind. 

No heartbeat. 

There was nothing. She had disappeared. 

He had walked her home from the subway, asked her out for a drink…and he hadn’t seen her since. 

He’d looked out for her the next day, hoping to turn her ‘maybe’ into a ‘yes’. He’d paused at her door on the way to work, and on returning to his apartment in the evening, but heard nothing from inside. 

He did the same the next day. 

And the next. 

But there was always…nothing. 

“Maybe your mojo has finally worn off and you scared this particular beautiful woman away,” Foggy teased when Matt had raised his concerns a couple of days ago. 

“It’s not funny, Foggy. What if something happened to her? Remember I told you about that other Russian woman who visited - the intense one? There’d been a…vibe…between them in the corridor. Calina didn’t look very happy to see her.”

“Matt, you’re jumping to conclusions again. You only met this woman a month ago - for all you know, this could be a habit of hers. Maybe she likes to head into the wilderness and go camping. Or maybe she checked herself into rehab. I get why your mind always catastrophises things and goes for the worst option, but there could be a hundred innocent explanations for this.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Karen asked, suddenly appearing in the doorway of the firm, three coffees in hand. 

Matt considered lying - it had been a reflex around Karen for so long - but he was trying to be better. More open. More honest. And more mindful of the pain he caused through his misguided attempts to protect her. So he opted for the truth. And as he said the words out loud, he realised that he may well be over-reacting. “My new neighbour. I haven’t seen her in a few days.”

“The incredibly hot new neighbour that Matt asked out on a date,” Foggy elaborated. “She’s ghosted him.”

Matt glared at Foggy. He and Karen may have decided they were better off as friends, but it still felt…disrespectful…discussing other women with her. “I didn’t ask her out. I invited her to join us for drinks at Josie’s. She doesn’t seem to know anyone else in the city, and she seemed lonely.”

“You keep telling yourself that, pal,” Foggy replied.

Karen placed the coffees on the conference table. “Did you try calling her?”

“I don’t have her number.”

“What about her work. Could you contact her there?”

“I think she’s unemployed.”

“Oh.”

Even Karen - and her keen investigative mind - seemed out of options. 

Which gave Matt an idea.

The next day during a break in his schedule he paid a visit to an old acquaintance. He rapped on the glass door of Alias Investigations, and smiled when he was answered with a characteristically annoyed “What?”

“Is that how you greet all potential clients?” Matt teased upon entering the office. 

“It's how I greet assholes who fake their own deaths,” Jessica Jones replied. Her leather jacket creaked softly as she folded her arms and leaned back in her chair. But even without that hint to her body language, Matt could tell she was angry with him - the scorn seemed to radiate from her. 

Even more than usual.

The smile slipped from his face. “It wasn’t a conscious decision. I know that’s not really an excuse, but I never set out to hurt anyone. I just wasn’t in the right…frame of mind…to be Matt Murdock anymore.”

“I had to find out you were alive from the news. I never believed that murdering psycho posing as Daredevil was you, but then the real you took down Fisk, and that’s how I found out. It was a dick move, Murdock.”

“I know. And I’m sorry.”

She scoffed. “Its not like I was mourning or anything. It just would have been common courtesy to let me know. Pick up the phone or something, and say ’Hey, Jess, turns out I didn’t die when you guys abandoned me in that building.’”

He took a step closer. “You didn’t abandon me. It was my choice to stay down there. What happened was not on you. Or Luke, or anyone else.”

“Whatever. Like I said, its not like I cared.”

Matt could hear the lie in her voice. He knew she cared - she wouldn’t be angry otherwise - but he didn’t challenge her on it. It was enough that she was talking to him and hadn’t just kicked him out. 

Or tried to hit him. 

He considered that a win. 

“Well, I’m still sorry,” he said. 

She shrugged. Then changed the subject. “So what brings you to my neck of the Kitchen? Another zombie ex-girlfriend on the loose?”

“No. I have a job for you.” He explained the situation with Calina. And asked for her help to find out more about his neighbour's past and where she might have gone. 

Jessica tapped her pen against the notepad in front of her as she contemplated his request. “I’m happy to take your money, but isn’t this something you usually handle by yourself?”

“Usually,” he replied. “But I’m prepping for a big case at work. And the last time we took on something this big, I got distracted by my…other work. It cost me my practice and pretty much blew up my life.”

The new case wasn’t quite on the scale of the Frank Castle trial, but it had attracted a lot of media attention. Especially given the unusual perpetrator - a middle-aged mother of two named Margaret Posen. She'd never had so much as a parking ticket in her life but now she was facing life in prison for the murder of a female grad student, a woman she’d never met before and had no motive to kill - but one she’d gunned down in broad daylight, with eye witnesses and CCTV footage attesting to her guilt. 

It was a nightmare of a case. And it would take all the time and expertise Nelson, Murdock and Page had to defend her. “I’m trying something new this time,” he finished explaining. 

“I can respect that,” Jessica replied. “Okay, Counsellor, I’ll take your case.”

 ———

 The first step, Jessica explained, was getting into Calina’s apartment. “I’ll start running a background check tomorrow, but if there’s been foul play involved in her disappearance, we need to know ASAP,” she said. “And her apartment might give us some clues. Have you accessed it yet?”

Matt shook his head. He’d considered it - more than once. He’d even scoped out the best entry route (her bedroom window, via the fire escape), but something had always stopped him from taking that step. Maybe it was the feeling that he was over-reacting. Or maybe it was the sense that he’d be violating the tenuous trust that had developed between him and Calina.

Or maybe it was just that there was a limited amount of information he could gather himself - he needed someone with two functioning eyes. 

He could have asked Foggy to help, but Jessica was the better option - she wouldn’t have any reservations about some unethical and legally-dubious snooping. Which she proved when she met him later that night, brandishing a key to Calina’s apartment. “I spoke to the Super and convinced him to let me look around.”

“He just handed it over?” Matt asked, sceptical. 

Jessica shrugged. “I may have spun a story about my ‘sister’ being in hospital upstate and needing some personal items, but gosh-darn it, her house key went missing after the car accident so I can't get into her apartment."

Matt could taste salt in the air, and he gave Jessica a look. “Did you manipulate the poor man with tears?”

“Is that judgement I’m hearing, Murdock?

Matt held up his hands in defence. “No judgement here.” 

“Good.” She slipped the key in the lock and opened Calina’s door. The familiar, heady scent hit Matt in a wave. He closed his eyes and breathed it in, having missed the intoxicating smell. 

But it was old. 

Proof that Calina hadn’t been here in days.

He filtered through the other pieces of olfactory data lingering in the air, as Jessica filled him in on the visual details. “No scratch marks on the door. No broken furniture. Windows are still locked.”

Matt nodded. It fit with his impression too. There was no scent of blood, no lingering traces of adrenaline from a fight or flight. And no other person had been in this apartment for months. The knot of anxiety in his gut that he’d been trying to ignore unfurled in relief - she hadn’t been attacked or taken against her will.

At least, not from her home. 

The two of them continued searching through her relatively meagre possessions, finding nothing incriminating, and nothing that told them where she might have gone. He came across a stack of envelopes and some scraps of paper in the bottom drawer of the kitchen cabinet and handed them to Jessica. "Anything?" he asked as she flipped through them.

“No. Just some unopened bills. A copy of her birth certificate, the usual stuff.”

"Have you found her passport?"

"No," Jessica replied. "But I spent the afternoon going through airline manifests for the past few days. No Calina Balashova listed. She also didn’t buy a bus ticket or hire a car."

"She might not have needed to - she owns a motorcycle."

He heard Jessica roll her eyes. "A detail that would have been helpful to know earlier." 

Matt ignored the censure in her voice as he opened Calina's closet. It was the most filled space in the apartment, the small rail bursting with clothes. He ran his hands over them, enjoying the feel of the soft wools and silks. 

“A woman after my own heart,” Jessica commented as she joined him.

“Hmmm?” Matt asked, not sure what she was picking up on.

“Mostly black. Your girl isn’t one for colour. Except this.”

She pulled out one of the coats and Matt took note of the particular texture and shape. “What colour is it?”

“Red. Bright red. But it still has the tags on. Guess she’s not bold enough to wear it out yet.”

“What do you mean?”

“With her looks, in this colour, she’d stand out a mile. Stop traffic and shit.”

Matt filed that bit of information away. Did she not want to stand out? And if so, why not?

Was she running from something…?

Or someone…?

“Hmm,” Jessica murmured.

"What?"

"This is all pretty expensive stuff. Some of its designer. Yet she lives in this shithole - no offence."

"None taken," he said dryly. "What do you think it means?"

"I don't know. Just making an observation."

“Do you see a suitcase or a large bag anywhere?” Matt asked. He hadn't picked up any traces of jet fuel that usually clung to well-used luggage, but thought he would double check. 

“No. And I'm not seeing a purse or phone. She’s definitely gone somewhere. And it looks like it was of her own free will.”

“Any books?”

"Books? No. Why?"

"No reason." He remembered the way Calina had clutched the library books to her chest, as if they were precious treasures. He got the sense she wouldn't have left them behind.

Which meant she really had left of her own volition. 

A part of him was relieved at the evidence that she was likely unharmed. But he couldn't shake the vague sense that she was in trouble.

And he had nowhere left to look. 

Matt sighed and descended the water tower, leaping from halfway down the metal frame onto the nearest rooftop. He made his way across the skyline to his building, then down the steps to his apartment just as the first drops of rain started splattering against the concrete. It quickly turned into a downpour, the water battering almost horizontally against the walls of his apartment. 

The rat-a-tat sound rose to a crescendo, until it enclosed his loft in a static of white noise. He wandered over to the window and pressed his hand against the cool glass, enjoying the way the sound blocked out all others, giving him a small respite from the over-stimulation of the world. 

After a few moments of peace, Matt started peeling off his suit. He changed into his sweats and grabbed the boxing gear from the bottom of his wardrobe. He wasn’t looking forward to heading back out in the rain, but he was still feeling…antsy. If he couldn’t burn off this feeling as Daredevil, a few rounds with a punching bag at Fogwell’s should do the trick. 

He shoved on his sneakers and headed out the front door. He locked his apartment door behind him, and glanced at 6A. His senses reached out almost automatically, but there was no one there. 

Again. 

He clenched his jaw in frustration and trudged down the hallway. 

But just as he stepped into the stairwell, the elevator doors opened…and the fragrance of strawberries and sea salt nearly knocked him flat. 

She was back.

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CHAPTER 8

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Noticing Trauma, #11 Deanna and the member(s) of Bell's Hells of your choice. Imaginary bonus points if it's a member of Team Issylra, but if that doesn't catch your interest any member of the team will do.

11 "I can't make the pain go away. But I can at least try to make it more bearable for you." Oooh, yeah. This one definitely reads like something Deanna would say. Good call. Gonna fill the second character slot with Chetney. Old man aches and fuzzy seduction train *toot toot* Not Team Issylra, I know. But honestly? I'd kind of like a canon base for her interactions with them given the trauma mix-up Team Issylra's gone through. ...Which happens to include wiping out a Dawnfather temple😬 Like, Deanna's not super devote in the organized way, but I doubt she'd be okay with that either. Prompt

Deanna notices Chetney falling behind the swift moving group. Just a bit. Not that she entirely blames him, considering she's having trouble keeping up. Bunch of tall people, a small aeormaton on a wheel, and a swift halfling. It's not exactly the kind of group a gnome (in heavy armor) can easily keep up with, though Chet had been doing fine earlier.

"You okay?" Deanna asks, having dropped back to walk beside Chetney.

"I'm fine," is the surly answer.

The thing is, she's learned some tricks during those years that she was actively working as a mother. Things like a maintaining a knowing silence works wonders for pulling out the truth from recalcitrant subjects.

"...Fine. My back's a bit out of whack. Achy joints. Y'know, old people stuff," Chetney eventually admits.

"Oh."

And the thing is, that's something she should know, but doesn't. It's been over four hundred years since she was born, yet she's only been alive for a bit over two hundred of them. Some days she still struggles with being thankful that Dustell decided to bring her back centuries after she passed as if a day hadn't passed for her.

"I... don't think I can make the pain go away," she softly admits. "But maybe I can make it more bearable? It didn't seem like it was bothering you in the woods..."

It's really unfair how cute Chetney looks when he blushes. The red cheeks and ear tips, the happy little smile. He's an old man, for the Dawnfather's sake! It shouldn't be cute! But it is, damnit, it is.

"I've got the scratch for a private room away from the kids. Just you. And me," he seductively whispers.

An anticipatory shudder runs down her spine. It was a really good night in the woods.

"Sounds like a plan," she wheezes out.

"I'm looking forward to having my aching bones soothed," Chetney says with a wink, before hurrying to catch up with the others.

...Hot damn. Did she just get played?

...Didn't matter. Round two will still be a fun, fuzzy time.

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ELS BABY!!! Tell me about your relationship dynamics with Bulma and Vegeta🎤🩷 (ignore it if you don't want to. i hope you have good day/night :3 mwaah)

baby i love you so much for this ask skahfskdurheh 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷 answer below the cut since it got a little long teehee 🤭

also have the most wonderful day/night, my love! 🩷🩷🩷

bulma and i were happily married for seven years before we ever even met vegeta. we met as teens and the sparks flew almost instantly and those sparks have never left! but living with vegeta (this was actually at my insistence! i am too soft) made us slowly realize we had room for another and it made a perfect dynamic

bulma and vegeta are definitely bold and their personalities clash at times, and thus they do the majority of the arguing. i often end up as a mediator between them, though sometimes i just let 'em fight lol especially if it's over something extremely petty (one time they argued over if it's "sock sock shoe shoe" or "sock shoe sock shoe", with vegeta winning that one since i've always secretly hated that bulma does "sock shoe sock shoe" when getting ready 🤢)

neither of my babes can cook, and with veggie man's appetite i had to step my game up. it's not due to a lack of money for takeout or a private chef, but more so my pride lol i took classes and i learned how to make better meals for them! not just taste wise, but balance wise as well. i make sure they get alllllllllll the proteins they need, especially vegeta for his training. vegeta and i have a secret though, which is that he loves texas toast but hates loving something with such a 'ridiculous' name so he never, ever asks for it to be included with a meal. i'm not dumb though, i see how his eyes light up when i make it! so i make it at least once a week with dinner, just for him. sometimes i even make it for him as a midnight snack, since it's so easy to make. he my baby<3

bulma and i do all the pda. when the three of us are out together, you'd never know vegeta is our man. he's not into public affection, and that's just fine with me and bulma since we still have each other to hold hands with or smooch when we're feeling a little needy. vegeta will blush a little when he sees us kiss in public, and if we blow him a kiss he pretends to not like it but secretly he's just ready to go home so he can get those kisses for real. one time bulma and i got drunk during a night out with the girls and when vegeta came to the club to bring us home (he missed us lol) we smothered his face in smooches and he turned redder than bulma's lipstick when he saw all the lipstick stains we left. it may have been the booze, but watching vegeta try to wash it away was funny 🤭

i ended up in the role of housewife, basically. vegeta trains most of the day, and bulma goes to work doing her scientist thing. sometimes it gets a little lonely for me to be home all day and doing the housework, but it is also the most relaxing feeling lmao these two brats are a lot of work!! but when they come back home my heart is definitely full again<3 also bulma's laundry is the worst bc so many of her clothes are dryclean only or have some sort of bs way to clean them. vegeta's laundry is so much easier to do and that's why he gets an extra kiss from me on laundry day. bulma gets her extra kiss every other day of the week though, and for no special reason. she my wife and i like to smooch her<3

when i have a bad day after running a bunch of errands, vegeta will listen to me rant until i tire myself out and opt to just snuggle with him while he watches tv. he knows i just need an outlet for my rage and has no problem being the one to hear me. bulma, however, will be the one to want to go find the people that gave me a hard time, especially if it came from an employee, and then she ends up being the one vegeta has to listen to until she tires herself out and opts for tv snuggles. it's mostly petty stuff when i rant about my day, though if it's particularly bad then vegeta himself will want to find the people that upset me and deal with it his way

and then it's us listening to vegeta rant until he gets tuckered out and needs tv snuggles

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an anonymous ask that got eaten when i posted a few minutes ago but was in my google docs as a backup (thank god):

"Please please forgive me if this is too forward, but your Carrd mentions that you have DID. I have OSDD myself, and I used to love roleplaying but ever since getting the diagnosis I feel like I have to choose one or the other because a lot of people think that CDDs are "roleplay" in and of themselves. Do you have any advice on how to get over that? Has the Tumblr roleplay scene been accepting? Do you often get fakeclaimed?

Thank you so so much for being here! I love your blogs and your writing. 💛"

hi anon! this is super super late, but i wanted to be thorough and i wanted to think carefully about what i say. i hope you're still around to see this and also, welcome to the RPC!

often, people do tend to think a lot of people with CDDs are "roleplaying". really, we're not, but that isn't what you came to ask.

and the stigma sucks, like it REALLY sucks. people with CDDs really aren't allowed to enjoy anything without a bunch of guys on reddit accusing us of literally whatever they can reach for. (usually faking or violence, but i digress)

i'm really still getting over a similar issue myself. it's so so so difficult to openly even enjoy a piece of media (including with other fans of a media), much less create anything and post it. i was formerly almost exclusively a discord and amino PM roleplayer - it's a small bit easier if i am not as open about what i'm doing.

i don't know how recent your diagnosis is (and it's none of my business), but i received mine years ago (2019 if i recall correctly) and it took until this summer for me to dip my toes into the water with the tumblr RPC. i can't remember exactly what compelled me to, but i ended up stumbling across my now-friend kira's blog. he seemed very friendly, so i sent an ask to go over what the heck i needed to do to get acclimated to the community.

i didn't really expect as kind of an answer as i got. i expected maybe some polite, generic thing but it was more than that. it was welcoming.

i was still scared though - i had a lot of things that were making me intimidated. i didn't have pretty formatting or stunning icons or banners or any of that stuff. i just had my writing, my amnesia, and my visual impairment.

and boy, did i not want my friends who know about my DID to know a damn thing about me having interests in media and, even more terrifying, my acquaintences in the RPC to know i have DID. i felt like i had to keep those two things almost totally separate, even though they're both pretty significant.

roleplay is an important creative outlet for me, but DID affects almost every facet of my life (as trauma disorders tend to do). it simply isn't sustainable to keep dividing myself up and hiding parts of myself from one group or the other out of fear of being judged.

i'm still working through that, in all honesty. my whole point in rambling is to show i relate hardcore to this ask, and i'm standing with you in solidarity.

anyway, i eventually (recently) decided enough is enough with being scared of a loud, shitty minority. it's not fair to let people who hate me just for existing dictate what i do for fun. identity politics and cringe culture should die.

i wouldn't tell people they're to be excluded from roleplay for being autistic or bipolar.

just the same, i don't really think it's a normal thing (even on reddit hate groups) for people to say i can't enjoy cooking because i have DID, or that i can't be a musician because i have DID.

roleplay is a hobby just the same as cooking or music, and DID is a mental illness just the same as bipolar. why shouldn't people be allowed to partake in their interests? just because strangers on the internet say not to for whatever ridiculous reason they've come up with on this fine saturday?

ultimately, they should! they should be able to appreciate and express all facets of themselves as freely or as privately as they want to.

obviously, i don't advise blasting your entire identity, location, etc. on tungle dot hellsite or anything unsafe like that, but you get my point.

your diagnosis is just words on paper - nothing's changed fundamentally except having a name for what's been going on. if you need permission, though, here it is: you are allowed to pursue things that bring you joy. you can make a blog and start roleplaying here. it's okay to do that. you are just the same as every other person here and just as worthy of writing with them.

as for more advice, here's some:

• the block button is to be used freely. liberally. you're the curator of your online space - it's fine to make it safe for yourself.

• the tumblr RPC, at least from what i myself have experienced from june 2022 until now, won't bite you. obviously, YMMV, but many people here are very kind and accepting. (staring lovingly at my "amestris no more" pals and all my other mutuals)

• i have not been fakeclaimed by the tumblr RPC from what i can remember. and personally, if it happens, i'd go to my favorite piece of advice: fuck 'em. no one behind a screen is going to know you better than you do! if someone's putting forth time and effort to hurt others, are their words really worth taking to heart?

• remember that it's your hobby, your writing, your space. you deserve that. do what you need to in order to make peace with those facts in yourself.

• remember that a hobby cannot invalidate you or take away what you've been through. hobbies are for your enjoyment.

• you can block triggering topics from appearing! i advise it.

• remember that there are people who will love you just for being yourself! i am one of them! i have so so so much love to hand out to people - please, come and write with me if things are compatible. i would love to see what you have. i'm sure my friends would too. you deserve a space here if you want one.

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That's 112 more posts than 2021!

265 posts created (79%)

71 posts reblogged (21%)

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I tagged 336 of my posts in 2022

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Hey! Trans healthcare has hit a pretty shit patch in the UK, and after a horrifically upsetting fuck-up from my GP that left me spending 3 years believing I was on a gender clinic waiting list when I actually wasn’t - I’m biting the bullet and just going private.

As you can imagine, this isn’t going to be cheap. As well as being a full time student, I’m currently working two jobs to afford rent/food/clothes, and all that other good stuff, so forking out a bunch for HRT/surgery is uh. Not an option at this point. And I’m aware this country is in a financial shit patch, I absolutely am, and some of you are probably in the same situation as me, and that’s totally fine!

If any of you are in a position to be able to send something my way - even if it’s only a couple of quid, then my ko-fi is here: https://ko-fi.com/vincentmcl0368 If you’re not, then that’s totally fine too! Reblog this post, if you can, and maybe even stick it in your likes to come back to and reblog again later.

Everything helps - and of course I’ll be putting some money of my own towards this.

43 notes - Posted November 4, 2022

#4

its me boy im john wilkes booth speaking to you from inside your brain. kill the president. go on. we dont need him. do it. 

44 notes - Posted March 13, 2022

#3

I will say, as a Warehouse 13 fan who has never in his entire life watched an episode of Stranger Things, hearing Running Up That Hill literally everywhere I go on the internet at the moment is activating some sort of fight or flight instinct deep within me.

46 notes - Posted June 5, 2022

#2

Every few months I just do a quick Google of Sherlock Holmes 3 to see if we’re any closer to getting Jude and Robert back. And we never fucking are. I’m this close to just sliding into a pit of despair. I have been actively waiting for this movie for over four years. Where is it. I need it. I’m going to fight Warner Bros in hand to hand combat. I need my homoerotic Holmes/Watson dynamic. I need Jude Law with that moustache and that little Watsonian spark of madness. I need it. I’m begging. Where the fuck is it. I’m going to scream.

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[korasonata]

Where did all of these notes come from, what the heck?

First things first! I’ve had a bunch of people ask me “but could that person ship their fish to the US”

Answer is no, but also yes. WE could not take, but they CAN ship with other companies. Reason for this is that all of our things that are being shipped outside the country are shipped using commercial planes, whereas other companies, like Purolator or Fed-Ex ship using private planes. Shipping animals is actually kind of dangerous for the animal, and our planes aren’t equipped for it, so rather than put the animal in danger we just send them to Purolator down the street, who has a safer means of transport for them.

This is also the same reason our company will not ship perfume, nail polish, hairspray, alcohol, or even batteries. Because all of our stuff is shipped commercial, if something happens to it on the plane people can’t get to it in time. So if your bottle of perfume catches fire the entire plane is going down. That being said, you CAN ship these things with like a Fed-Ex, because again, they have private planes. You CAN also ship these items within the same country, because items shipped within the country are transported by truck instead of plane, so if the woman that called me were merely shipping her fish a couple provinces over instead of a different country, I could have taken her fish.

Secondly: BEES. Bees are actually only banned in a handful of countries, so LOTS of countries can in fact ship bees, not just Canada. The reason I listed Canada specifically is because I live in Canada and the little booklet I was given when I was first hired explaining the proper shipping of day old chicks, hatching eggs, and live bees was frankly the first thing that really surprised me about the job. Just in case y’all were curious, there IS actually a specific shipping season for day old chicks, hatching eggs, and live bees, it does not run all year round. Bee season here starts in March and runs till the end of October! We also do not ship bees outside the country because all of our bees are required to be shipped by truck, which is safer for them.

IRELAND: Sorry, I did in fact make a small mistake with clothing. You CAN ship clothing to Ireland. The country is actually IRAN, which is in the same position on the previous page, and this does actually specify “used clothing”, my notes just got mixed up because I kind of scribbled everything down on my first pass of this book IM SORRY 😭

The China rule is to prevent things from being returned. It’s one of the reasons China is literally the most expensive country in the world to ship to - they are trying to prevent people from returning things, so they are making it difficult for you.

Also to the people wondering why so many places won’t take playing cards, it’s actually a gambling thing, they don’t want to encourage gambling.

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MORE LISTS!

Madagascar has something against men’s clothing that is the colour green. I’m assuming this is a military thing. I can’t wait for the day where somebody comes in with a package of clothing for Madagascar and I have to go “what fucking colour is it”

Malaysia has apparently banned advertising on Lucky Charms specifically?? They’ve also said no lanyards, waterproof khakis, coats, and hosetops. Also again with the turtle eggs and piranha fish, and also bird nests, but apparently actual birds are fine, and again actual turtles are fine. They’re also the first one I’ve seen that lists coral, which isn’t overly noteworthy, I just thought it was interesting.

Mauritius won’t take artificial sweeteners, bakery and pastry equipment, clocks??? Toy motorcycle helmets??? It also has a whole list of baby things that are prohibited like infant formula, plastic feeding bottles, teats, and soothers, which I PERSONALLY find interesting because next to clothing, baby formula and other accessories are like the second most shipped item here.

Mexico - no sex dolls.

Myanmar apparently needs a permit to ship literally anything that’s not a letter.

Namibia also won’t take playing cards or sports equipment. And they also have another point that says “stocks - non negotiable” and I feel like there’s definitely a story behind that one somewhere.

Netherlands has banned lard. I was going to make a joke that I’d finally found a country with some common sense, but then again they are also the only country I’ve found that has banned pasta, which is clearly an outrage.

You can’t ship children’s crayons to New Zealand, and also Toothfish apparently.

Nigeria has banned horoscopes??? I’m sorry???

Pakistan has a point that says “edible vegetables”??? As opposed to like…non edible vegetables???

Papua New Guinea said no animal teeth specifically. Also no parakeet parrots. And strangely FAKE fish is also prohibited, but there is literally nothing on here about REAL fish of any kind.

Peru is also the only country I’ve found so far that has banned a specific BRAND. They won’t take any items under the brand name Pisco.

Also no bees to Peru, sorry to disappoint.

So I work at a post office and somebody called me today and asked if they could ship fish to the US, and I wasn’t 100% sure, so obviously I went “let me just check the prohibited goods section of my shipping binder real quick”. Flipped all the way to the US section, found what I was looking for and sent them on their way. But of course naturally after they’d left I’d still had the book open, so naturally I was curious and decided to check it out, and let me tell you, there is some WILD stuff in this book.

•You’re not allowed to ship playing cards to Italy.

•Antarctica simply says refer to Australia. The epitome of logic.

•Andorra is just sad. You’re not allowed to ship artwork, drawings, books or toys of any kind, musical instruments, sheet music, cutlery, furniture, several types of paper, shoes??? It has the longest list of restrictions I’ve come across so far and it’s a country that has a total population of less people than my local college.

•Apparently you aren’t allowed to ship clothing to Ireland, but it only specifies men’s or women’s clothing, so like non-binary people stay winning.

•Only a handful of countries specifically mention that you aren’t allowed to ship asbestos, so like RIP to the rest of the world I guess.

•The US has some very specific things prohibited, including “a knife, gaff, or any other sharp object attached or intended to be attached to the leg of a bird for use in animal fighting ventures” ????

•Canada is the only country I have found so far that specifically states that you cannot ship hate propaganda, which I thought was nice. But then again, it also specifies that you cannot ship any beekeeping apparatuses, but do you know what you CAN ship? LIVE FUCKING BEES.

•There are several countries which seem to be in direct competition with one another, ie pairings of countries that have specifically stated they will not accept anything made in the other country and vice versa.

•You can’t ship things to China that were made in China.

I’m having the time of my life right now.

[fear-of-flyers]

enough to last a lifetime (part 4)

Owen Power x Fem!Reader

Word Count 1.8k

Warnings: pregnancy (nothing in detail but it's there), swearing, owen can't do math (lol)

Sometime later you woke up, still in Owen’s arms with his hand on your stomach, to the smell of food. You gently got up, to not disturb your boyfriend, and groggily made your way into the kitchen. To your surprise when you got there you found Kent washing dishes, a home-cooked meal plated on the counter. You took a deep breath and sighed appreciatively, unintentionally startling Kent a bit. “Shit, you scared me. Hungry?” Kent asked, turning the sink off and turning around. “Sorry, and yeah. What’d you make?” You responded. “Baked chicken thighs, mashed potatoes, and steamed broccoli.” Kent said, looking proud of himself, “I’ve been cooking a bit more recently, it saves money and is honestly kinda fun. You’ll be the first person besides Owen to eat my cooking. I’m excited.” You smiled listening to him, happy that he found something he enjoyed and that you could reap the benefits of his new hobby.

You walk to the couch and gently shake Owen awake, “Dinnertime love. Kent cooked.” You say softly, admiring how sweet he looks. “Huh?” Owen replies, sitting slightly up and blinking groggily. “Smells good.” You chuckle at his barely-there post-nap brain, “Yeah honey, Kent cooked.” You said again, smiling when Owen’s confusion morphed into a smile. He got up fully and grabbed your hand before making his way to the kitchen with you. When you got to the kitchen you found Kent putting the last of the plates on the table, water and each person’s other drink of choice (coke for Owen, and lemonade for you and Kent) already on the table. “Looks good, thanks dude,” Owen says, nodding towards Kent in appreciation. Kent smiles at the praise “Of course, we needed to eat and had stuff here. Someone was gonna have to cook and y’all were cute and sleeping. It was the least I could do.”

At that, the three of you sit down to eat and after gushing at the food and how good it was you settled into a good conversation. About halfway through dinner, Kent asked “Y/n, are you going to keep going to classes once you start to show? I know you want to keep it kind of private but I was curious.” You opened your mouth to answer before realizing that you hadn’t really thought about it beforehand. People on campus generally knew that you and Owen were together and while you doubted anyone would post anything about it you did know that you would get tons of questions and judgment. “I haven’t thought about that yet.” You replied honestly, “I haven’t even thought about telling my parents yet. Shit, Owen, we have to tell our parents.” At that Owen turned to you, eyes wide. Clearly, he hadn’t thought about it either. “Well shit, should we text them?” He asked. Before you could answer Kent gasped, “Text them?? Yes Owen, tell your parents that they’re gonna be grandparents over text. What a fine idea.” You laughed, truly appreciating Kent at that moment as Owen looked at you slightly hurt. “You’re laughing at me? Wow, good to know whose side you’re on babe.” He says, exaggerating a look of hurt, a pout pulling on his lips. “Owen, he’s right. We can’t just text them, love, I think they would fly up here to crucify us if we didn’t at the very least facetime them. We should look into sending them something though.”

“Send them something? Like a card?” Owen asked, clearly confused. You looked at Kent and laughed quietly (Kent wasn’t as nice), before saying “Maybe, but I was thinking something like an ultrasound picture when we get them, and a mug or something ‘grandparent’ they can actually use.” Finally, Owen said “Oh, that makes sense. Wanna go shopping after the appointment?” You nodded, “That works, we should think about exactly what we want to get, also we need to remember to ask for a bunch of ultrasound copies” At that, Owen looked confused, “Why do we need a bunch? Don’t we just need 3?” He asked. “I feel like Luke is gonna want one, oh yeah he knows by the way, also one for here and one for my dorm.” 

“Can I have one?” Kent asked, effectively reminding the two of you that he was there “Of course, you can have one Kent, you’ve been so helpful during this.” You said before turning towards Owen again and going “See? People are going to want them.” Owen rolled his eyes fondly, grateful that the two of you had made up, truly excited for what was to come. Then he remembered what you had said a couple of minutes ago. “Wait, Luke knows? How does Luke know? Did Luke know before me?” He asked, confused completely. “Yes Luke knows and yes Luke knew before you. Babe, Kent knew before you.” You said, continuing on before Owen could talk again. “Luke was there when I found out, I needed someone to be there and I didn’t think I could call you. Then Kent found out because I hid the test in my hand towel drawer without thinking, I wasn’t planning on telling him until after you knew but it just happened that way. And before you get all pissy, don’t act like I was wrong for it.”

“But why would you call Luke instead of me?” Owen asked, looking hurt. “When I had to call someone I was so worried about how you would react that I didn’t call you. And you kinda proved me right, I’m not mad but hopefully, you can see my logic.” You responded, silently praying that this wouldn’t cause new conflict. Luckily, Owen nodded, “I get it.” He said, “I am truly sorry for how I reacted at first.” You smiled at him and moved your chairs closer to pull him into a kiss. At that, Kent stood up, chair scraping against the floor, and announced “You two clearly don’t need me anymore, I’m going to go do homework. I’ll see you later.” You pulled away from Owen and laughed (partly out of embarrassment) at Kent’s outburst. “Have fun with that Uncle Kent.” You say, delighting in the way Kent’s face lights up in reaction. “Oh my god I’m going to be an uncle. Okay, I forgive you, I’m still going to do my homework though. Bye guys, bye baby.” Kent said, the smile not leaving his face as he left the room.

As he walked away you turned back towards Owen, a smile on your face. “Dude, we’re going to be parents. Like what?” You said, laughing at Owen’s face as you called him ‘dude’. “Yeah dude. You’re gonna be a mom, a good one too.” Owen responded, watching you blush before grabbing your hand and pulling you into a hug. The two of you swayed back and forth in comfortable silence for a couple of minutes before you pulled back a bit saying, “Kent had the right idea with homework. I have a shit ton of stuff to do. Work with me?” You look up at Owen and he nods “Of course, I have stuff I need to do as well,” He replies turning towards his room. You trail behind him, grabbing a gatorade out of the fridge for each of you and a bag of pretzels to share.

“What do you have to work on?” You ask Owen, sitting on his bed and placing your supplies around you. “I have to finish a paper for Econ then I have algebra practice to do because I have a test tomorrow.” Owen says, groaning at the thought of math. “I thought that by choosing sports management I would have an easy out but nooo, here I am, taking fucking algebra. Anyways, what do you have?” You chuckle a little, opening your laptop to Canvas. “I have to submit mock lesson plans, and grade an example essay.” You respond as you open the document containing your plans. “If you want I can help you with the math after you finish your paper.” You offer, looking towards Owen for a response. “Oh my god, thank you.” He said “I don’t know why I’m so bad at it.” You laughed “It’s just how you are, it’s not a bad thing, plus, it’s fun for me.” 

The next day you and Owen were out at lunch between classes, talking about your future. “Ok, I know I’ve said it before but this feels so real now. With our first doctor’s appointment tomorrow it’s all so much.” You say, looking across the table at Owen. “Is it too much?” He asks, looking back, face full of worry, “If it is, is there anything I can do about it? I can get Kent to calm down some.” You laugh softly, “You don’t need to get Kent to calm down, I’m good. But, I really appreciate it and I really appreciate you.” You say, leaning in to kiss him gently. “So, have you had your test yet?” At that, Owen groans, dropping his head onto the table “Why would you do that to me babe?” He asks, voice muffled by his arms “But no, I haven’t had it yet, it’s in 2 hours and I’m dreading it.” You rubbed his arm gently, “Do you have anything else before it? Because I’m free for another hour-ish and would love to help you study more if that would be helpful.” You offered.

“Would you really?” He asks, lifting his head off of his arms, looking you directly in the eyes, almost non-believing. “Of course I would love. It would be my pleasure.”

According to Owen the test went, “not completely shit” but that was behind you because it was finally Tuesday. You went to watch Owen practice because you didn’t have class and it would make travel easier. But, you found it hard to hide it from the boys because, while you were at practice sometimes you, and Owen, were never this excited. “C’mon Y/n, tell us what’s happening,” Briss said, looking at you with pleading eyes. Shaking your head you responded “No can do Briss. It’s top-secret for now.” He shot a playful glare at you and turned to Owen, gearing up to ask again, “No, Briss. We’re not gonna tell you. Plus, you’ll find out eventually.” Brendan groaned and turned around ready to give up when he saw the slight smile on Kent’s face. “Johnson, you know what’s happening. What’s happening?” Kent smiled wider, “Good things. That’s all I’m at liberty to say.” You laughed at his response, grateful for his ability to keep a secret when it was necessary. Briss was definitely not as happy but you let it go, knowing that this is a surprise he won’t mind waiting for.

[ventihonklightice]

period pains || sapnap

Sapnap x fem!reader

Word count: 1.5k words

Summary: Sapnap, being the amazing, super, terrific boyfriend he is, went to buy y/n tampons. needless to say, she got plenty.

Moving in with Sapnap and Dream was exciting. It got to the point where Y/n was at their house almost everyday, so it was an easy acclimation. At first, Y/n was nervous about how living with her boyfriend’s best friend would work, but it was surprisingly more manageable than she thought. She wasn’t nervous about walking around Dream anymore, though her cheeks would glow a particular shade of red after late night rendezvous with Sapnap that he pretended to not hear. Little did she know, he spared her the mockery by privately doing so to Sapnap.

Currently though on a somewhat cloudy Florida day, her boyfriend was out with said best friend and roommate before the Texan received a text.

y/n <3

do you love me

He put down his drink at the sight of the notification popping up on his phone, quirking a brow at his girlfriend’s words while his friend proceeded to eat his meal.

sappy pandas

??

of course I do

where’s this coming from?

Sapnap was slightly concerned, knowing Y/n to be more reserved when asking for his affirmation of love.

y/n <3

since you love me

can you pretty pretty pretty pls

get me tampons

and stuff

I am suffering

He chuckled at the multiple text bubbles that appeared on his screen, causing Dream to divert his attention from his food to his friend’s phone.

sappy pandas

oh shit

I’m sorry :((

We’ll be back in 30 or 40 minutes <3

Y/N groaned, not being able to take the pain any longer and just wanting cuddles with her boyfriend, though regardless, she appreciated his actions.

y/n <3

omg thank you

thank you

I love you so much

Sapnap smiled widely, quickly moving his fingers to text a reply. “Y/n?” Dream asked, taking yet another bite. Sapnap just nodded his head, focused on his girl.

sappy pandas

yeah yeah love you too baby

“Can we stop by Walgreens or something on the way back? She needs stuff,” he spoke to Dream who was currently scarfing down the rest of the food. He nodded his head, still chewing.

“Also, can we order her food?” Sapnap asked shyly. Dream chuckled at the comment, “oh so now I’m both your AND her sugar daddy? I’m going broke because of you two.”

Sapnap blushed, feeling bad about making the blond pay even though he almost always insisted. “I-I’ll pay for it dude, it’s not a big deal.”

Dream shook his head, taking a sip of his soda, “no. Never. I literally asked you to come here, I’m not making you pay for shit.”

The waitress came back, taking the plates and asking if we’d like a check, with the boys instead asking for a menu.

Half an our later, the pair was going across the street of the restaurant and to the drugstore. “What does she need anyways?” Dream asked, following Sapnap’s footsteps.

“Tampons and stuff,” he almost whispered, uncomfortable with the words and also not wanting others to hear him mutter them. “Oh,” Dream answered shortly as they made a bee line to the ‘feminine hygiene’ aisle. Needless to say, the men were overwhelmed.

“Why are there so many?” Sapnap asked as his eyes scanned over various pink and purple packages. “Text her and ask her exactly what she needs,” Dream suggested, eyes also scanning the products before him.

It had been five minutes and Y/N had yet to respond. Sapnap groaned, “what do I do?” His friend shrugged before a very dumb idea crossed his mind. “Just like, get a bunch.”

Sapnap looked at his friend and blinked before speaking “that’s a great idea.” They went to go grab a shopping cart before they began to fill it with various types of cotton.

“No, Sapnap that’s underwear,” Dream spoke as he saw his friend grab diaper like underwear, “it’s for bladder problems or something.”

Sapnap quickly put it back before looking at tampax, “okay but these are definitely tampons.” He grabbed those, along with several other brands and sizes. He moved onto pads, doing the exact same thing.

“This looks... fine,” Sapnap spoke as he examined the sheer amount of cotton recently thrown into the cart. He pushed the cart until reaching the candy aisle. He wanted to buy her some in hopes of making her feel better. So, he took various chocolates alongside her favorite candy and went to go grab pain relievers before approaching the register.

The cashier looked between the cart and the two men scurrying to put the period products onto the counter, forcing a muffled laugh out of Dream. “Find everything okay?” She muttered, scanning the items that Sapnap began to place on the counter, a line forming behind them.

“Uh y-yes thank you,” Sapnap stuttered, placing the candy down last.

“That’s gonna be $198.46,” she expressed as Sapnap fumbled with his debit card, Dream already carrying most of the bags. The two men hurriedly left the store.

“That was so embarrassing. There was a line and everything, oh my god those people must think I’m crazy,” Sapnap muttered, rubbing his hands over his face.

“This-This is definitely a little overboard,” Dream spoke as he slammed the trunk closed.

“It’s fine. This is fine. I don’t want her to like, not have the stuff she needs. I’d feel awful,” Sapnap spoke as he opened the passenger seat door. “Whatever you say pandas.”

~

Never receiving a text from Y/N, Sapnap assumed that she had been asleep. Dream helped him carry the various bags of tampons and food into the house, but thought it’d be best to let his friend carry them to his girlfriend.

So, Sapnap did so, just very loudly. He stumbled into the bedroom, his eyes landing on his girlfriend. Through the ruffling of the bags and his loud footsteps she began to stir about. “Sapnap?” She mumbled tiredly, his form looking like a blob in her sleepy daze.

“Shit, I didn’t mean to wake you up,” he whispered, gently placing down the bags by his bed before leaning over to kiss her forehead.

“Did you go to the store?” She asked, her eyes opening more and more. He scratched his neck as he looked at the bags, “yeah. I just- I just didn’t know what you needed so...”

His voice trailed off as he bent down to grab the bags, “I kind of bought a lot.” Y/N sat up slowly examining the bags with wide eyes, a hand covering her mouth to stifle her laughs.

“Baby,” she giggled, moving to get up to go towards the bags before Sapnap stopped her. “Stay put, I’ll bring the bags to you m’lady,” he spoke with a posh British accent on his last word. Y/n smiled and watched as he grabbed the bags and tossed them by her legs, finally settling onto the bed next to her.

“This is so much,” she muttered going through bag after bag, “you are so sweet.”

Sapnap turned red at her words, watching her go through them to find what she needed, “w-we could donate them or something?”

Y/n let out a scoff, stopping her movements to look at him, “literally the sweetest man. How’d I get this lucky?”

“Yeah I’m literally perfect,” Sapnap spoke sarcastically, leaning his head on her shoulder. Y/n giggled once more, finding the bag that had the reciept and pulling out the long pice of paper. Her eyes went wide as she looked at the total, “two hundred dollars!”

Sapnap snatched up the receipt before she could examine it further, “don’t worry about it.”

Y/n shook her head proceeding to dig through the bags, “and you got me candy? And medicine?”

Her eyes began to tear up as she threw her arms around Sapnap, startling him. “It was nothing,” he muttered softly, wrapping his arms around her torso gently.

“You’re the first guy that’s ever done this for me. Actually care and shit,” she sniffled, her words muffled in his chest. Sapnap’s eyes softened and he carded his fingers through her hair, “well it’s cause I love you and I think you deserve the world. And if making a Walgreens go tampon bankrupt does that, then I’m okay with it.”

Y/n chuckled at his words, pulling away to wipe tears off her face. “I love you too,” she expressed with a slightly exhausted tone. A soft smile appeared on the Texan’s features,

“D-Do you want me to run a bath or something? Or we got you food. It’s in the kitchen and I’ll grab it if you want,” he explained as he laid back onto the beg, dragging Y/n with him softly.

“Can we just lay here for a minute?” Y/n asked, snuggling further into his chest.

“Whatever you want, baby,” he mumbled, kissing the top of her head. He continued to run his fingers through her hair, eventually hearing light and steady snores from the girl on his chest. He couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

[familyfriendlyweed]

makeup sessions (karl jacobs x fem reader)

a/n : hi! this is my first tumblr post. i have written stuff on wattpad in the past, but it’s still quite new to me, so please be nice :]] i accept positive critism and advice, as that most definitely will help me grow as a writer!

 Y/n let out something between a squeal and a scream at the same time when she saw Karl's tweet. her face was beat red and her lips couldn't help but curl into the stupidest grin ever.

the tweet read :

hey @) y/nhasursocks wanna do my makeup at my stream today :]]

 it was the simplest tweet, yet it meant so much to the girl. Karl and Y/n were always really good friends, they often streamed minecraft together, but never in a million years did he yet ask her to be in his stream in real life.

 Y/n picked up the phone with trembling hands, already seeing a bunch of likes, comments and retweets to Karl's tweet. before answering, she got curious to know what the people say. cautiously opening the comments section, the girl scanned it through with her eyes. a bunch of "awwwwws" and hearts could be seen, which worsened her already red cheeks.

With her heart thumping hard against her ribs, she started writing her reply :

sounds great! <3

 for a moment Y/n hesitated to press the "reply" button with the "<3" emoticon in the comment, but then she figured she and Karl sent lovey dovey emojis/emoticons in the past to each other anyways, so, she pressed the "reply" button at last.

 in an instant, her reply started gaining more and more likes, comments and retweets. Y/n was never really popular, having her clout was only because of Karl being her friend, so seeing this much attention was weird to her. but she didn't care about that right now. all that Y/n cared about at the moment was the fact that Karl appreciated her enough to actually invite her over.

 a little bit later in the day, Y/n received a private message from Karl, which said :

hey Y/n! I'm really glad you're up to stream together <3 i planned on starting the stream at 4 pm, but you can change the time if you're busy :] here is my address (don't tell anyone! :D) - (random address lol)

 Y/n answered :

 thanks for inviting me bestie!! 4 pm is cool, I'll be there! <33

 she set the phone down, unable to remove the blissful smile from her face. she has never felt this way before - it was really weird, but the constant butterflies in her tummy reminded her that it's a good feeling. taking a few deep breaths, Y/n reminded to herself that all she has to do is to go to Karl's house and have a good time AS FRIENDS - no romantic stuff is needed.

  ~~~~~time skip~~~~~

  Y/n got off from the bus at 15:50, but she still had about 5 minutes to reach Karl's house. in what felt like forever, the girl felt a sting of what was unmistakably fear and guilt - what if she was late? and what if Karl would be annoyed with her for that?

 slowly she broke into a panicky run. passing careless citizens, who all looked at her fear-stricken face curiously, she finally made it to the front door of Karl's home. Y/n pulled out her phone and found the code that she was supposed to enter next the main door. she quickly dialed it, a beep beep beep was heard and she entered.  

 finally making it to Karl's apartment, Y/n stopped to smooth her hair and straighten her clothes so she doesn't look too shabby. her body seemed to be moving on its own - her finger pressed the doorbell automatically.

 Karl opened the door almost in an instant - he wore a warm smile and before Y/n could stutter a "hello", he pulled the girl into a big welcoming hug.

 "hey Y/n! it's so cool you made it!" Karl exclaimed, still holding her close.

Y/n's head was spinning, she needed more time to process what was happening. but nevertheless, she finally lifted her own arms and hugged the guy. burying her face into his sweater, she inhaled Karl's scent deeply - he smelled something like honey and warm days.

"hello, Karl." she mumbled with a grin on her face.

"come on, do you want to eat something before the stream?" Karl asked, letting go of the girl and taking her hand into his instead, leading Y/n into the house.

"oh no, I'm full. let's get straight to business." she answered, the blissful smile and content blush never leaving her face.

"alrighty! you already know, but we'll have an eventful makeup session, and then I thought maybe play some minecraft so the stream isn't too short?" the guy asked, opening his bedroom door.

"sounds great!"

Karl smiled and went to his computer :

"you ready? I'll start the stream now."

the girl quickly fixed her hair again and gave him thumbs up :

"ready."

Karl started the stream with facecam on and as soon as the chat saw Y/n, it went absolutely wild.

"guys, give her a rest, poor girl just came!" he laughed, drawing her a chair. Y/n thanked quietly and sat, waving to the chat timidly. in the corner of her eye, she saw comments like "she's so adorable" and "look at Karl being a gentleman" in the chat and her cheeks grew more red, but this time from satisfaction.

"well, as you guys know, Y/n agreed to be in my stream today, and since some of you don't really know her, she's a really good friend of mine who also streams and does youtube videos - so go support her!"

from that moment Y/n relaxed more and more with each minute. it was fifteen minutes into the stream when she already felt as if at home.

"Karl, you have a hell lot of lipsticks, where did that come from?"

"uhhhh, I only bought them for the stream today!"

"oh really? why are they all used, then?" Y/n asked giggling and showing them to the stream.

"hey- don't expose me like that!"

"chat, clip it, CLIP IT!"

all was going really well, Y/n was having a really good time with Karl AS FRIENDS. it was really nice. but all hell broke loose when the time to put eyeliner came.

"alright, I have no idea why, but you have four eyeliners."

"they're my sister's."

"haha, yeah, yeah, alright. Which one do you want big man?"

"hmmm, the one in your left hand!"

Y/n set the other eyeliners on the table, quickly glancing at the chat. her cheeks grew very very red…

"Y/N DO THE MEME SIT ON HIS LAP" "SIT ON HIS LAP" "THE MEME, DO THE MEME!!!"

  a/n: if anyone is confused, this is an example of the meme i’m talking about :

the girl tried to act as if she hadn't seen the comments, but Karl was already by her side, reading them with her.

"meme… what meme?" he wondered out loud. Y/n got the impression that he was genuinely confused.

'chat, shut the fuck up, please shut the fuck up.' thought Y/n, but of course chat was just being chat.

"SHE SHOULD SIT ON UR LAP" "THERE'S A MEME WHERE A GIRL DOES A GUY'S EYELINER WHILE SITTING ON HIS LAP" "WE'RE NOT FORCING BUT YOU GUYS WOULD LOOK SO CUTE"

Y/n hid her face in her hands, unable to control her blushing. Karl just chuckled sweetly :

"chat, calm down, she's going to die from blushing."

he put on the "please stand by" screen and scooted over Y/n :

"hey, it's fine. we won't do it if you don't want to," Karl then leaned closer and whispered, "I'd be pretty glad if you agreed, though."

Y/n lowered her hands, showing off the big red hue on her cheeks. for a split second Karl's eyes widened -  she looked really adorable.

"I'd also be glad." the girl said, almost not believing her own words.

Karl's adorable smile came back and he leaned back:

"well then, come here."

Y/n stood up shyly and straddled his legs, grabbing the eyeliner in the process.

"do you want me to turn on the facecam?" Karl asked quietly.

the girl nodded :

"I don't mind."

he turned it on and put his hands onto Y/n's hips. even without looking at it, Y/n knew the chat was blowing up at the moment.

"you guys better subscribe, because we're providing very good fanservice." said Karl jokingly and Y/n laughed. turning to him, she opened the eyeliner and put it next to his eye, only to find him staring at her in an awe. the girl blushed as a strong urge to kiss him kicked in. it looked as if Karl wanted the same thing.

at the precise same time, they both leaned in and pressed their lips together, Y/n putting her hands onto Karl's cheeks to hide the view from the chat. the kiss was very short and with no tongue included - but it was the most sweet kiss Y/n has ever shared with someone. she pulled away, an identical grin to Karl's on her face and hugged him very tight - they almost fell off the chair.

laughing, she continued to do Karl's makeup as if nothing happened and everyone watching the stream wasn't fainting and clipping the kiss. this will be talked about for a long time, but as before, Y/n didn't care about that, and nor did Karl.

a/n : anddddd cut! it’s quite wonky, but i believe it’s pretty swell for my first mcyt fanfic :]] let me know what you think of it and if you have any tips or advice on how to make my future stories more enjoyable! thanks for reading and i hope to see you around <3

[kiridarling]

𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎.

thank you so much to @daisy-bakugo for letting me participate in her vice city collab! i had a blast writing this piece, and i’m terribly sorry this is so long that was a mistake (and congrats on 2k!!) also, the phattest of thank you’s to @eijishimas for brainstorming/beta-ing :) you saved me ☺🤲🏼

katsuki bakugou and eijirou kirishima | f!reader, time travel sex, guns, prostitute/stripper idrk!reader, tw!blood (non-descriptive), dacryphilia, squirting, spit roasting, d-penn, shower sex, multiple rounds. minors dni!

— 5k words (yikes)

"Say, Sweetheart. You wanna get outta here?"

Las Vegas, Nevada. April 15th, Year 3036.

"You ready?"

Mina shoots you a look through the golden-lit mirror, wiggling her eyebrows. You roll your eyes and finish dusting the powder off your cheeks before rising to your feet and tugging at the belt of your silk robe. "My answer's the same every night."

Vice City. A strip club and casino in Las Vegas, Nevada, where opposites collide—the poor and the rich, the beautiful and the ugly, the smart and the stupid. There's no judgment because here, they're all degenerates looking for a good time, and you're just a pretty face with a good body.

As your silk robe hits the floor, it's kicked to the side with a heel, and you saunter through the beaded entrance to your private room and into the vibrating club. Giving your bodyguard a solid pat on the shoulder as you watch the sea of bodies shake, you complete the ritual.

"No creeps?" You demand more than request. He nods curtly.

"No creeps."

You give him a cute little smile and let your hand linger for a little longer than necessary before stepping into the neon red chaos of the strip club. Because what do the rich and the poor have in common?

They're all addicts.

Surprisingly, humanity doesn’t kill the planet.

Mother Nature's still standing strong—though the sun is a bit swollen—and space exploration solved that overpopulation issue. Bill Gates taught us all how to avoid a climate disaster and Tesla put Ford out of business. Humanity is much bigger than earth now; we're no longer people of the planet, but an intergalactic species that still eat Costco pizza rolls for dinner but killed Cable along with cars with wheels. Costco still exists—Starbucks doesn't.

Still no aliens, though.

"See something you like, Cutie?"

In your defense, he's been standing over here with his friends for ages—almost like they're casing the damn place—but those ruby red eyes kept floating your way regardless, and you'd rather bag it with someone your age before you're requested by another seventy-year-old. The redhead blinks like he's shocked you came over here in the first place—like he didn't watch you sashay yourself to the other side of the club just for him. You suppose the name fits. Cutie.

He looks at you with a strangely giddy look on his face before he's licking his lips and swallowing, eyes flickering to the blondie to his right.

"I'll be back in like, twenty minutes, man."

The blond gives him an exasperated look and groans—his other two friends don't notice. "Eiji—"

"Twenty minutes!" The redhead yells over the music as you not-so-subtly pull him away. Your regular GILF looks your way, and you suppress the queasy feeling in knowing that at least you'll be able to fuck someone from your decade.

"You got a wallet, Cutie?" You purr as you two approach the back room. The redhead winks, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out the fattest black leather wallet you've seen in a long time.

"Don't go anywhere without it," he says, but falters when your bodyguard holds his hand out with a request for fifty bucks. "I—whoa dude, why am I paying you?"

"Because that's how it goes. The young lady gets her share," your bodyguard clarifies. The redhead looks at you for what seems to be for confirmation. You nod.

"Alright," he resigns with a shrug, stuffing a fifty into your bodyguard's sweaty hand. The man grunts but clears some of the beads guarding the entrance to your private room anyways, giving you two enough space to go inside.

"No door? That seems a little...exposing," the redhead snorts to himself before he's holding his hand out, despite the fact that you’re already nestling comfortably in his lap. "Eijirou, by the way."

You take his hand apprehensively, and he snorts at your confused frown. Eijirou's big—painfully so, and you feel small sat upon his thick thighs because you are in comparison—and he has to curve his back a bit so you're at eye-level. "What? No one's introduced themselves to you before?"

You shake your head, "Usually they just throw me onto the bed and get right to it."

Eijirou rolls his eyes at that, and you don't realize he's guiding your hips into a smooth roll until the harsh fabric of his jeans brushes against you in the best way. He moves you in time with the music vibrating the walls, "I guess that makes me more of a gentleman, then."

His lips hover over yours and yet he never advances, doesn't move to kiss you on the lips, nothing—it nearly has you buzzing. So does the hand he pins you to his lap with. "Are you going to kiss me or what?"

"What's your name, Sweetheart," he asks lowly. You give it to him, and he grins.

"Y/N,” Eijirou tries on his lips before he confirms it with a nod. "A pretty name for a pretty girl."

"Aren't you the flatterer," you purr, coiling your arms around your neck. His hand finds your ass and you're almost positive he's going to close the gap between you two until he says:

"Who were you runnin' from, Y/N?”

Years in the business help build a mask and you wear yours well, with that cute little smile as you cock your head to the side and ask, "I'm afraid I'm not following."

"Oh, I think you are," he says, looking you dead in the eyes. The gravity in his face doesn't falter. "Who was it."

As he stares into your soul, your own eyes avert to the sheets. "What's it to you?"

"It's nothing to me, really," he shrugs off his jacket and places it on the bed next to him before returning to his initial position—or perhaps, closer. "But I happen to find you real cute, and cute things deserve to feel safe, no?"

"In case you haven't checked, this isn't a very safe place," you scoff, removing your arms from his neck to cross them over your chest. "And I don't appreciate idiots like you trying to save someone like me just 'cause you wanna get your dick wet more than once."

Eijirou raises an eyebrow but he never stalls, "Oh? This happens often then?"

"I—" you falter, "...No."

"C'mon, Sweetheart," Eijirou tugs you by the waist and you have to press your hands to his chest to keep him from falling forwards. "You don't wanna stay in this place, do you?"

"It's my job," you defend with a huff. The redhead shrugs.

"Sure, but don't you want a little adventure? A little excitement in your life?"

"Like there isn't enough excitement right here?" You snort. Eijirou teeters his head back and forth, though the daring look never fades.

"But something tells me you're bored," he says with a near sarcastic face, clicking his tongue. "Something tells me you find the idea of something new exciting."

You open your mouth to respond but he keeps you from doing so, finally pressing his lips to yours. You nearly squeal in surprise but somehow, you find yourself kissing back with a passion you've never kissed another client with before—and maybe, just maybe, the idea of something new doesn't sound too bad.

Eijirou pulls away with a cocky grin like he knew you'd like it. Like he knew that'd be the catalyst for your response to what he says next, and maybe, he's not as much of an idiot as you thought.

And maybe you’re more of an idiot than you thought.

"Say, Sweetheart. You wanna get outta here?"

"Yes," you breathe, like an idiot, because you were wholly and utterly unprepared for what happens next.

Eijirou gives you the cutest smile, before reaching into his jacket and pulling out a gun.

He sees your expression change and lifts both hands, pointing the black pistol towards the ceiling, "I—hey wait, you're gonna be fine, okay? I won't shoot you."

You cower and he pouts. Apparently, this wasn't the reaction he was expecting at all.

"I swear! I'm mentally stable, see?" He flips it sideways with a grin, "the safety's on."

You hate it that his comment makes you trust him. Slightly.

"C'mon," Eijirou smiles, reaching his gunless hand out for you to take. You do, albeit reluctantly. "I won't do anything too stupid. Just...shake things up a bit."

Shake things up a bit, Eijirou says, and yet the first thing he does is when you two exit the room is press the pistol to your bodyguard’s head.

"Eijirou," you hiss. Luckily no one in the club has noticed, yet, but you doubt their ignorance will last for long.

"I'm gonna need my fifty back, buddy," Eijirou pats the man on the back, and it's strange—you've always thought your bodyguard to be a big guy, but he looks rather petite next to the redhead. Your bodyguard reaches for his walkie-talkie, but Eijirou tuts, tapping his hand away with the tip of his gun.

"Hey dude, I'm not gonna shoot you. See? The safety's on," He repeats, flashing the barrel. Your bodyguard's eyes widen, and so do yours.

The safety isn't on.

"So, that fifty," Eijirou purrs, and your bodyguard stuffs the bill into his chest with a grumble. Eijirou hums, satisfied, and gives the crumpled bill to you without a second glance, too busy nodding to his friend on the other side of the strip club. A noirette from across the way nods back.

Pop-pop!

It's fucking chaos, as anyone would expect when blindly firing into a crowded club. Eijirou keeps a tight hold on your hand as he and his other three boys storm towards the pit bosses working the casinos with guns a-blazing, demanding they fill their pillowcases like a bunch of C-class thugs.

What the fuck did you get yourself into.

"This is not what I meant by excitement," you hiss through grit teeth as a terrified pit boss fills Eijirou's bag like he's a greedy kid with an attitude on Halloween, while your co-workers cower under the bar and pool tables. Eijirou sticks his tongue your way.

"This isn't the exciting part, Little Miss Excitement."

It's the steady sound of sirens that has your eyes widening, and the fact that you're positive they're getting louder. You catch sight of your bodyguard on his walkie-talkie, big body cowering behind the smallest trashcan, and turn back just in time to see Eijirou squint as he aims and shoots bullseye.

"That is."

The police have lost sight of two vehicles carrying the four armed men who robbed Vice City Casino and Club tonight at roughly 2:53 am. Witnesses say they came in a group of four but left with an exotic dancer named—

The moment the blondie from the club sees you walk through the door, he’s tossing the stack of bills in his hand with a sigh.

"Katsuki, Y/N. Y/N, Katsuki."

Katsuki looks nothing but happy, and refuses to acknowledge your presence as he crosses his arms.

"Ei. What the hell did we say about witnesses."

"Um," the redhead rubs his lips together before wearily looking at you, and you hike his jacket further up your shoulder. At least he was decent enough to give you that. She's an exception?"

"Not a fuckin' thing," the blond grunts, turning to you to flash a tight smile. "Goodbye."

"I—wait," Eijirou skates until he's stood over the ash-blond, with a hand on his shoulder and the other braced against the table. Speaking in a quieter voice, he says, "C'mon man. The poor thing was practically begging to get outta there."

The ash-blond does nothing but sigh before shoving a palm into a pile of money to push himself into the kitchen—and subsequently further away from you.

"She's gonna call the cops," Katsuki grunts wearily from the island, eyes narrowed. Eijirou follows.

"She's not gonna call the cops, dude," the redhead scoffs at the outlandish idea. "You heard the radio! At this point, she's as deep in it as we are."

As they continue to go back and forth over the island, you let your eyes wander. It’s a penthouse, and rather homely, with near egg yolk lighting, high walls, and big windows. You can't help but think about how you're in a strangely expensive part of the city before remembering this evening's events. No wonder they can afford such a nice place.

You find yourself smiling at a particular corner with a frustrating amount of photos stuffed on a little glass table, one that contains a selfie of the two housemates in high school uniforms. There's a ring sat in front of it, one that glints gold when you hold it up to your face, and if you squint you can see little flecks of green in the red of the ruby. It looks scarily close to an engagement ring.

"Hey, what's this?"

Both of their eyes rocket from the conversation to see you slip the delicate thing onto your ring finger.

"Don't touch it!" Eijirou tenses before realizing it's much too late for that. "Er—at least don't twist the top."

"The...top?" You ask, lifting your hand until it's at eye level.

"Yeah like, the jewel thingy," the redhead gestures to the ruby—and you can't stop thinking about how it's almost the same color as his hair. Waddling into the kitchen with your eye still trained on the thing, you ask:

"What is it?"

"A time-travel device," the ash-blond grunts. Eyes still full of suspicion, he watches you and the redhead interact over the island with arms crossed over his chest and reclining against the sink. You frown.

"Aren't those usually...bigger?" Because even though it's 3036, time-travel is still fairly new (space exploration took a long time, okay) and all the machines you've seen are at least the size of a shower. And yet, this one can sit on your pinky.

"Kats has been working on some stuff," Eijirou beams and it edges on proud; you notice the ash-blond near blushes with a huff as you hop to sit on the marble counter.

"'S nothin'."

You stare at the thing in faint amazement, and Katsuki kicks off the sink to near the island. Lifting an eyebrow, you say, "You know you could get rich off something like this? Instead of robbing strip clubs for a living.”

The ash-blond scoffs, and you wonder if someone else has told him that before. "If I gave that to the public, I have no fuckin' clue what they'd do with that shit."

And you shrug, supposing he's right—time-travel devices are hard to get your hands on, and that's for a reason. If everyone starts jumping around in the time-space continuum, fucking with shit, the world will promptly and utterly collapse. Sounds fun, doesn't it?

"It doesn't work with a big time range," Katsuki defends with a shrug, sliding his forearms on the counter. "The most it can do is a few hours"

"Not that it makes this any less cool," Eijirou says with a slight bounce. "I personally think it's really fun to play with."

Katsuki rolls his eyes. "That's 'cause you use it to fuck."

You nearly choke.

"I—what?"

"W-Well, okay," Eijirou chuckles sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "But also other stuff! Like when I'm really hungry, I might go to the future and take some of my fries. Future me's fries, that is."

"Or you'll try to take future-me’s goddamn burger," Katsuki growls. You flip the ring over like there's anything left to see.

"How often do you use it?"

"Nightly," Katsuki answers for him. Your eyebrows lift. Oh wow.

"It—it's not nightly," Eijirou defends weakly, huffing and puffing. "Weekly maybe, but—"

"Almost every night," Katsuki sums for him, giving you a little grin. You snort back before your eyes drop to the ring again.

"Uh oh," the redhead almost gasps, fingers thrumming on the island on either side of your being, "She's thinkin' about it."

"I'm not thinking about it," you huff, though your eyes never leave the ring. It's an...interesting prospect.

"Oh, you're totally thinking about it," Katsuki grunts, and you struggle to find where his enthusiasm came from. What happened to goodbye?

"C'mon," Eijirou tempts with a casual toss of the head. He touches your shoulder—Katsuki touches the other. "See what happens."

"What if—" you stare at the ring with pursed lips, fingers grabbing the ruby. "What if it's random? Or if we're not where we expect to be in a few hours or something."

Eijirou shrugs. "It's always a gamble, but that's where the fun is, no?"

You look down at the thing with a sigh. You suppose.

In one quick move, you twist the gem and screw your eyes shut. At first, you feel nothing, but then there's a sudden head rush, and you can easily see how someone can get addicted to this.

You hear a faint sound, one that could be excused as a rush of wind past your ears, before you feel your knees against a hard surface and your body in a different position.

"Oh, I like this much better."

You open to your eyes to a much different sight than you closed them to.

Katsuki and Eijirou look gargantuan when you’re on your knees, your back flush against the refrigerator and eyes watering due to the cock nestled halfway down your throat. You choke in surprise from the sensation, hands rushing to keep Katsuki from cutting your oxygen supply off for good as Eijirou stands impatient, cock hard in his hand and drooling for attention.

"F-Fuck," the ash-blond wheezes, seemingly just as taken aback from the position as you are. "Your mouth is fuckin' heaven."

"C'mon Sweetheart, don't ignore me now," EIjirou purrs, chuckling as the head of his cock hits your cheek with a wet slap. "At least give me a little something."

You grab his cock harder than you would've out of slight indignance, grinning around the other when it makes him hiss; Eijirou joins Katsuki in resting a hand on the fridge door for purchase.

You weren't the best at Vice City for nothing, after all.

"Shit, loosen that grip a little, will ya?" Eijirou wheezes—you don't listen, and his chest shudders when you seem to only move faster.

"'M too fuckin' close, where's that ring," Katsuki blabbers more than he grunts, and you lift your hand just in time for him to twist the jewel again, sending you three rocketing into the past.

You cough and splutter atop the kitchen island, chest heaving as you finally get the air Katsuki's cock allows. The head rush definitely doesn't help, and you find yourself getting dizzy enough to grab for someone's hand.

"Breathe, Princess," Katsuki says, and Eijirou lifts your hand to his chest so yours can rise and fall with his.

"So that's," you wheeze once you're able to get some semblance of a breath back. "That's time travel sex, huh?"

"Yeah," Eijirou says, a little breathless himself. "Addictive, right?"

"A little," you giggle, and find yourself looking for the ring again. Katsuki snorts.

"What, you wanna go back or somethin'?"

You flush red, eyes darting to the walls guilty, "A little bi—wah!"

There's a rush and the room morphs again. You would’ve fallen headfirst into a set of white sheets if it weren’t for the fact that you’re sat on Eijirou’s face.

"Hello beautiful~" the redhead singsongs from below, and you can't help but notice your bra is MIA as Katsuki takes a seat behind

you to run his hands up your sides to put the underside of your breasts.

"Pervert," you snort, though you figure you’re just as bad as he is with two of Eijirou's fingers deep in your pussy and Katsuki's hand on your clit. The redhead's leaving hickey after hickey on your inner thighs and you just try your damnest to not fall.

"Only for you," Eijirou winks cheekily, scissoring his fingers, and your hips stutter against his face when he slides his tongue in between.

"Fuckin' love the sounds you make," Katsuki grunts, before his other hand finds your neck and tightens. "And fuck you're so goddamn wet—you love this, don't you?"

You keen with a nod (and suppress the urge to say no shit, Sherlock), and Katsuki's pinching your clit between his two fingers, licking a fat stripe up your neck and chuckling when you shiver.

"What, your clients don't make you feel this good, Sweetheart?" Eijirou practically moans into your cunt, eyebrows folding when you thread your fingers through his hair and yank. "Bet that fifty was worth it, wasn't it?"

"Y-Yeah I—" you whimper, unable to get a sentence past your shuddering chest. "Guys, I'm gonna—"

The bedroom melts back into the kitchen, you're back in Eijirou’s jacket and not sat on his face. Your thighs and neck are hickey-less and yet, you're still so fucking horny.

"I hate you," you seethe, almost immediately, and Eijirou's grin is so wide it bends his eyes.

"Awe, you love me," he giggles and your frown only deepens as you reach for the ring—Katsuki snatches it out of arms way with a tut.

"Ah ah Princess, don't be greedy now," he purrs, but you couldn't give a shit about being greedy, and it shows in the way you quickly grab for it again. Katsuki passes the ring to Eijirou and it easily becomes a game of monkey in the middle.

"Give it—"

"I don't think so, Sweetheart," Eijirou says, pressing a big hand to your face to keep you from going any further. With a smirk, the redhead twists the ring, and suddenly you're full of him on the kitchen counter.

"Fuck baby, you're so tight," he curses behind grit teeth, sweat practically dripping off his shoulders in rivulets as he pushes your face into the kitchen island so hard it's numb. So are your knees. "You're so pretty like this—shit—"

You barely have the room to whimper, let alone answer, and you find Katsuki perched on the opposite counter, weeping cock in hand. The redhead chuckles as you struggle to take all of him, hips squirming as he aims for places you've never been able to hit on your own. "I'd stick your tongue back in your mouth if I were you, Sweetheart. The money’s a little dirty, don't you think?"

And that's when you realize your knees are elevated upon two stacks of green, possibly some of what Katsuki had been counting earlier, and a twenty swims in a pool of drool under your cheek.

"Oh, but I don't think you care," Eijirou grunts, shoving your face deeper into the marble countertop as his hips speed up. "Dirty fuckin' girl. Bet you'd do anything for a fifty."

"I wanna fuck her," Katsuki rushes as if his mouth moves before he can speak. Eijirou wheezes a laugh.

"What, I can't enjoy this?"

"No,” the ash-blond grunts.

"Hmm..." Eijirou debates, though his hips never stop as he gives Katsuki a look and goes, "How about no?"

Katsuki growls at that, and you find your fingers clumsily twisting the ruby on the ring that sits on Eijirou's finger, sending the three of you flinging further into the future.

"Fuck!"

"This isn't the future I was referring to, but I'm not complainin'," Katsuki grunts with a feral grin. You nearly slip due to all the water in the shower and you're positive that you see the sunrise through the window paint Eijirou's skin gold.

"I gotcha, Sweetheart," Eijirou soothes, rubbing a hand up and down your arms while your nails dig into his shoulders, the red lines jagged from how roughly Katsuki fucks you from behind. "Fuck—you're doing so good for us, taking him so well."

You whimper and Katsuki lands a heavy slap on your ass—heavy to the point where you nearly knocks both you and the redhead into the tile behind him. Eijirou's calloused hands find your clit fairly easily, and that's enough to almost send you over the edge, pussy fluttering around Katsuki's cock.

"She's gonna cum," Katsuki grunts. "Can fuckin' feel it."

"Uh oh," the redhead singsongs, turning to you with a grin. "Were you trying to be slick, Sweetheart?”

Though it's difficult, you lift your head, eyes swimming in unshed tears as you choke, "I—n-no, it's jus—"

You're in the bedroom again—this time your back comes in contact with a dresser, metal rattling from the weight Eijirou slams you into it with. The redhead supports you both with two feet planted into the floor and a hand around your waist, grunting into your ear with an exhaustion that implies you've got to be at this for hours.

"Ei-Eiji—"

"I know, Sweetheart," the redhead coos breathlessly, licking up the sweat that runs down your neck. "Just a few more times, okay? Hold on for just a little longer."

You sob, head thunking against the wall as you realize you have no idea where Katsuki is. Though it's only a fleeting thought because before you know it, Eijirou's dropping you to your feet, bending you in half, and railing you into the wall.

"Goddamn," he grunts, sharp teeth digging into his bottom lip, "this is—this is the best lay I've had in a fat second."

You pant a laugh, hands pressing into the wall to steady yourself, "Good—good to know the fifty bucks was worth it."

"Oh baby, it was more than worth it," Eijirou hikes your leg up as high as it'll go for a deeper angle and he gets it, his growl melting into a semi-chuckle as you squeal, thighs jumping.

"Fuck Ei!" You scream, and he's tugging your hair to straighten your back out.

"You like it rough, Sweetheart?" He pants into your ear, grabbing your neck for a better grip. You nod as much as you can.

"Y-Yeah—I—" Eijirou drops you until you're stood at a perfect 90-degree angle, "I need—need'ta cum, p-please—"

"Twist the ring, Sweetheart," He pants, resting his hand on the wall next to yours. It still glints gold on his fourth finger in the moonlight, "Get us there together, yeah?"

You don't have to be told twice.

"Mph!"

"Fuck!”

Your knees dig into a mattress again as Katsuki fills your mouth. With his cock down your throat and Eijirou's buried deep in your cunt, there isn't much you can do but take both of them at the same time—though you're positive that's what they intended.

"Shit, me too." Eijirou wheezes a chuckle as his hips piston into you, his sweaty chest sticking to your back while he reaches between your thighs to rub your clit. That’s enough to send you flailing over the edge, moan muffled by Katsuki’s slowly softening cock. Then, with a devilish grin (and before the redhead can cum) Katsuki reaches for the ring on Eijirou’s finger and twists it.

“You asshole,” Eijirou groans, and suddenly you three are back in the shower, with Katsuki’s hips battering into yours as the redhead supports your weight from below. Katsuki chuckles before his grip tightens and he’s filling you with another load.

“C’mon Princess,” Katsuki grunts, reaching for your clit. “Come for us again.”

You choke again before you’re digging your head into Eijirou’s muscled chest with a moan, shaking from the aftershocks Katsuki continues to fuck you through them.

Until the room morphs, and you’re face down on the kitchen counter.

“Fucking finally,” Eijirou wheezes with a bitter chuckle, casually flipping Katsuki the middle finger as he's sat on the opposing counter. “Fuck, you're shaking baby, you gonna cum with me? Yeah?“

Eijirou batters into your cervix and that's the catalyst for your third orgasm. You squeeze so tight you think you may have knocked the wind out of the redhead when his chest crashes into your back, and you open your eyes just in time to see the kitchen melt into the bedroom again—in a time you all have yet to visit.

Your legs are thrown over Katsuki’s shoulders as he pushes your back deeper into Eijirou’s chest, both of their cocks filling you so much and so well it brings tears to your eyes. As your thighs quiver with an impending orgasm, Katsuki’s the first to fall off the edge, eyebrows furrowing as his nails dig into the meat of your thighs.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, voice fucked hoarse and lips bit pink. Eijirou nibbles into your shoulder with a gasp as his sweaty hand finds your clit again, neither of their hips ever stopping.

“Cum for us one more time, Sweetheart,” he pants into your neck before adding another hickey to the collection. Your chest shudders.

“I—I can’t—“

“Oh yes you fuckin’ can,” Katsuki growls, and you squeal as he tweaks a nipple. “I know you got one more in there. Give it.”

Your legs kick against his chest with a curse as you orgasm for the final time—this one much wetter than the last.

“Holy shit,” Eijirou nearly laughs, looking at where the three of you are connected. “Did you just squirt?”

“I—“ your face blends red when you see the absolute and utter mess that sits in Katsuki’s lap, before looking away with a determination to never see it again. “...Maybe.”

“Clean up?” Eijirou asks, eyes flickering to the ash-blond. Katsuki shrugs.

“Nah.”

A rush of wind and you’re sat on the kitchen counter. Eijirou’s jacket protects you from getting goosebumps due to a drop in temperature and though you do shiver, you find your body much more unscathed than it was.

“Hi,” Eijirou chuckles a little breathlessly.

“Hi,” you giggle back, a little nervous but in the best way. “So um...we do all of that tonight?”

“I guess so,” the redhead says a bit cheekily, raising an eyebrow. And then, with a wink, “Probably more.”

You stare at the ring on his hand in awe. Whoa.

"I fuck—fine, we can keep her, Shitty Hair," Katsuki grumbles from his spot near the kitchen sink, and despite the sour look on his face, you can't find a hint of it in his voice. Figures.

"Told you he'd say yes," Eijirou beams with a thumbs up.

"Can we...go do that stuff now?" You ask, albeit a bit hesitantly because...well, usually people are asking to have sex with you. Is this how they feel?

"Of course we can, Sweetheart," the redhead beams, before taking the ring off to place it onto the counter. "It was all a part of the future, after all."