#as you can see i have been insane about this for a long time (since february) so i've got a lot to say

[waytootiredstudent]

Okay alright sorry for all the sudden German politics influx but lemme explain what happened so far and why Germans are losing it a bit:

The tldr? Our government is getting a divorce and it's turning messy with elections being called early and now being called even earlier.

The longer version?

Okay so, groundwork first:

in Germany there is a coalition currently in power called the Ampel(traffic lights) bc the colours of the party are red, yellow and green (or not anymore or for much longer??). They're centrist slightly more left leaning than right leaning. (You could argue about that I am aware). There has been infighting for as long as this coalition has been going on. It is also the first three party coalition since y know, the Last Time.

So. Enough groundwork. The yellow party (FDP) has a finance minister (Christiane Lindner) it's this guy

You will see him in memes I am sure. We don't like him. He's an asshole and has blocked every meaningful change that the coalition had been trying to accomplish. He also got his finance plan blocked by our highest court because parts were against our Constitution.

(.... I am oversimplifying hard here it's actually more complicated than that and not fully his fault, but it's also not the focus)

What WAS the fault though of him and the FDP was that they had a strong position of "saving money at all costs" which made bigger and bigger rifts with the two other coalition partners who were more leaftleaning. The war in Ukraine, Infrastructure, climate change - there were many places that needed more money and Lidner was like naaahhhhh for no fucking reason other than "oh we need to save money!!"

Long story short there have been arguing all the fucking time and therefore have started to lose approval. Drastically lose approval. As on for the first time since the Last Time there is a far right party in charge for part of the country that is also being investigated for being Nazis. (Oversimplifying again).

Which is. Worrying. You know. Especially with Trump now being elected. It has us all a little skittish.

The finance minister has also now been fired.

You see. We were all still trying to stomach Trump winning the US election, when Scholz, in the same fucking evening, fired Lindner.

And not in a polite way. Nah. Olaf fucking Scholz our Chancellor, notorious for saying literally nothing, and with a running joke that he regularly stops existing bc that man Does Not Take Stances, a spine of wet cardboard, delivered this yesterday evening:

(English subtitles by me you already got this far watch it I spent too much time on this lol)

And it is insane alright. For his standards and German politic standards thats the equivalent of calling Lindner a egomaniacal bitch that has only his self interest at heart and can not be trusted.

Lindner and his party have been pulverised in all recent elections. Which means that after he was fired, the FDP completely withdrew from the coalition and all minister from the FDP resigned.

....well all but one who apparently stayed in his positions because he's leaving the FDP over this. What sort of shitty backstabbing kindergarten fight is this. (Jokes aside hes the minister of transportation and says he needs to stay in office in important projects. Which. True. Having minister resigning en mass is not good)

Alright cool cool cool cool. Current situation yesterday is the following:

So. Trump is president. Fuck.

Lindner got fired! Yaaay!

Wait my goverment is now also falling apart! Fuck.

Which all lead to new elections being called in Germany.

Mind you, that's not usual ok. I know other countries have systems where they can call an election whenever but that is not a thing that normally happens here. We have a schedule alright. (Insert obligatory "Germans and their plans and structure" joke)

So new elections are called for spring, nearly a year early. Cool cool cool. With a right wing rising in Germany and deeply unpopular current leadership. On the eve of motherfucking trump getting elected.

Habeck, leader of the green party and one of the few policians in germany I think is vaguely liked by ppl (the general attitude in German politics is less "I like this guy" and more "you are the least shitty choice I guess") has appearently also nearly started crying after the news broke. So. Yeah.

Now. Let's make this shitshow complete,alright?

There is this party. CDU. They had been in charge for a very long time in Germany. Centrist, right leaning, with the afd on the rising even more right leaning than before. Their current leader is Friedrich Merz, as unpleasant as human beings can go.

He has now called for the new election to be not in a few months but like. To be called next week.

In the current climate.

So yeah. if you're German mutuals and friends are currently going through their own stages of grief - this is why.

[kittynugg]

awww look its fo.. hey why does he have that hat? wasn't it like the sixties when he was ten which one of you gave him that hat??

who the fuck time traveled and gave him dipper's ha-

anyway bit over reblogs are appreciated bc they help little artists grow while likes are just a little brownie point but do whatever idm!!

insanity is under the cut like my last post (again its long i actually went through the timelapse since this was all on ibispaint)

for some reason it took me three minutes just to draw this circle

perfect bean head right here

the eyes were a nightmare to size and orient i fucking hate eyes

figured it out!!! yeahhh!! i actually started this drawing with a vision, there's this one shot of freckle in lackadaisy i took inspiration from

ohhhh shit things are getting crazy now we're bringing in a reference

drawing the hat killed me it was so difficult wHY

luckily your intrepid artist pal connor (me thats me!) figured it out. sort of

this was incredibly overwhelming and a nightmare to deal with look at all those lines everywhere

but i fixed it as always! also you may notice that the hat has been enlarged significantly

also you may notice that the hair has been enlarged significantly (drawing the hair was awful. someone please give me hair drawing tips for like ruffled hair or hair being pressed down PLEASE HELP ME)

was originally gonna steal dipper's entire look

then i decided the coat would be better for reasons beyond me

here he is mid-coloring, you get to see a bit into the process of my lineless style (last drawing was different because it wasn't originally intended to be lineless)

aaaaaaaandddddddd without lighting/shading

all in all this took me about two hours total, i think like an hour and forty five minutes you can probably look at the first image for the exact time

which means it took TWO DAYS BECAUSE IBISPAINT HAS A FUCKING LIMIT FUCK YOU IBISPAINT FUCK YOU anyway thanks for lookin i'll do a solo drawing of stanley later on

[bloody-bee-tea]

We're here for you

Hitoshi follows Aizawa along in their cooldown routine, but his head isn't in it. He can't stop thinking, can't stop wondering and it makes it hard to concentrate. It's the reason he already got smacked in the head twice and if Aizawa notices that he's still not entirely there, then he'll clap him over the head a third time, Hitoshi just knows it.

It's just–

"Alright, out with it," Aizawa says as he comes out of their last stretch and he pins Hitoshi with a look.

It makes him squirm though he tries not to let it show too much.

"It's nothing," Hitoshi tries, even though he knows it's stupid.

If Aizawa already noticed that something is off then he's unlikely to drop it, that's something Hitoshi has learned in the last two weeks they've been doing this.

"It's something," Aizawa gives back, narrowing his eyes at Hitoshi. "And it's enough to distract you. So out with it."

Hitoshi still hesitates for a long moment, but despite his pushy demeanour, Aizawa seems more than content to wait him out, his steady gaze still on Hitoshi and he doesn't know if that makes it better or worse.

"You said–when we started this you said–" Hitoshi trails off, suddenly deathly afraid that if he says this, if he asks what's been plaguing him the entire time since the words left Aizawa's mouth, that he'll know immediately what's going on, what Hitoshi is really referring to and it makes him sick.

Still, Aizawa doesn't back down.

"Yes?" he prompts and Hitoshi drops his gaze, unable to hold it any longer, but he still can feel Aizawa's eyes on him.

"You said you'd be there for me," Hitoshi whispers, more to his feet than Aizawa, but of course he hears.

"I did," he agrees, solemn and steady and it makes Hitoshi breathe that little bit easier, allows him to finally ask what's really bothering him.

"What does that mean?"

He dares to lift his gaze up a little bit, catches Aizawa still looking at him, but he doesn't seem mad, doesn't appear to charge for an attack but in all honesty, Hitoshi thinks he'd never see it coming with Aizawa.

His father telegraphs his moves so broadly that even without any kind of training Hitoshi always knows when he is about to hit him, but with Aizawa things are different.

He's a pro, after all.

"It means that no matter what, I'm here for you," Aizawa repeats and he must read the frustration right off Hitoshi's face because the corner of his mouth ticks upwards. "It means you can come to me with anything."

He says it with emphasis and something heavy drops in Hitoshi's stomach, something that feels close to panic.

"I have to go," Hitoshi rushes out as he scrambles to his feet, but a quick look at Aizawa shows him that he's still seated on the ground, not making a single move to stop Hitoshi or even follow him.

"Same time Wednesday," he simply says. "Remember to rest until then."

It almost makes Hitoshi laugh, because how the hell is he ever supposed to rest in that house, but he bites it back and shoulders his bag.

"Thank you," Hitoshi breathes out, not daring to even attempt to lie to Aizawa and then he's out of the gym.

Hitoshi thought he might feel better with a little bit of distance between them, between him and Aizawa's knowing eyes, but Hitoshi can't outrun his own thoughts and the way Aizawa had said 'anything' keeps running around in his head on a loop.

Hitoshi sleeps poorly that night and it barely has anything to do with his smarting ribs.

~*~*~

Aizawa and Yamada are demonstrating a move Hitoshi has problems grasping and they are telegraphing their movements so slowly that it almost makes Hitoshi laugh.

Almost, because once again, his mind isn't all there.

He thinks he hasn't stopped ruminating on the way Aizawa had told him that he can come to him with anything and it doesn't help that Yamada had said something similar during their advanced English lessons.

Hitoshi still hasn't figured out what 'anything' means and he has to admit that it's driving him slightly insane. He wishes there could be an easy answer, that he could just know if his situation at home is really something he can trust them with but he fears that it might not be that easy.

"Thanks for paying attention," Aizawa's lazy drawl suddenly jolts him out of his thoughts and when Hitoshi focuses back on them, he realises with a start that they are both turned towards him and while Aizawa looks mildly annoyed, Yamada can't hide his amused smile.

"I'm so sorry," Hitoshi rushes out, "I'm just–"

"Distracted to all hell and back," Yamada finishes for him and elbows Aizawa in the side. "Time for a break."

For a split second Hitoshi thinks Aizawa is going to argue, but then he nods and walks over to their water bottles, Yamada following while he waves Hitoshi to join them as well.

He follows behind them a little bit more slowly and by the time he makes it to them, Aizawa is already laid out on the ground, eyes closed and maybe even already asleep. It's hard to tell with him sometimes and Hitoshi thinks he might as well go for it now.

If Aizawa is asleep, it'll spare him his searching gaze and Yamada might be easier to talk to anyway.

"So, I was wondering about something," Hitoshi mutters, and he knows Aizawa isn't asleep by the way one of his eyebrow rises.

"That much was apparent. Shoot, kiddo," Yamada says, giving him a reassuring smile and Hitoshi takes a deep breath.

It shouldn't matter this much, because he's not asking for anything grand; he just wants an explanation and it doesn't have to mean anything, not if he doesn't want it to and not if the answer isn't what he's secretly hoping for.

And still, he hesitates.

He hesitates for long enough that Yamada's smile slides right off his face and that's what finally prompts Hitoshi to talk.

"Aizawa said a while back that I could come to him with anything and you expressed something along those same lines," Hitoshi mumbles towards Yamada and then trails off because Aizawa cracks one eye open.

"I did," he agrees, in the same way he did weeks earlier, clearly trying to prompt Hitoshi to explain what exactly this is about and Yamada nods encouragingly.

"I was just wondering what that 'anything' entails," Hitoshi finishes in a rush and drops his gaze back to the ground.

He still senses Aizawa and Yamada exchanging a look before Yamada speaks up.

"It means just that, Shinsou. You can talk to us about anything and everything. It doesn't matter, we're happy to listen and provide help as we can. You can come to us regarding problems with school or your classmates; we're here to listen if you have concerns about your future or what you want to do, and you can talk to us if you have problems at home or with your family."

Hitoshi just barely manages not to flinch and he just hopes that they don't notice.

"We try to stay out of any romantic relationships of our students, so girl talk–or boy talk, for that matter–is not really what we're here for but if it's a sexuality or identity crisis, we can be your guys, too."

"We mean it when we say anything, Shinsou," Aizawa chimes in and Yamada chuckles before he pokes Aizawa's side.

"Even non-serious stuff. I know this guy would be real happy if you showed him pictures of cats. You once mentioned you're feeding the strays close to your home, right? You must have pictures you can share."

It gets Aizawa to finally sit back up again and his attention is fixed on Hitoshi.

"You feed stray cats?" he asks and he seems interested in a way he didn't before, which makes Hitoshi bite back a smile.

"Sometimes," he admits and walks over to his bag. "I do have pictures, if you want to see?" he offers and Aizawa is at his side a second later, impatiently waiting for him to take his phone out.

Yamada seems entirely too pleased with himself and Hitoshi notices the way he looks at Aizawa, notices how Aizawa looks back, albeit briefly, and he wonders what's going on there but he knows that it's none of his business.

They offered for him to talk; they didn't offer anything else and it would probably only make them mad if he pried into something that he shouldn't.

So instead of poking his nose where it doesn't belong, he unlocks his phone and pulls up his cat folder, tilting the screen towards Aizawa, who leans over his shoulder, closely paying attention to all the cats Hitoshi shows him.

It's not the training he's here for, it's not what Aizawa and Yamada signed up for, what they made time for, but they don't complain and instead ask involved questions about the cats and not once does Hitoshi feel as if he's stealing their time.

It's definitely a first and it makes something small and bright light up in his chest.

~*~*~

Hitoshi starts small. He keeps it up with the cat pics, and neither Aizawa nor Yamada ever brush him off for that; Aizawa even asked after the pictures once, when Hitoshi was too busy pretending not to be in agonising pain to remember something as trivial as that.

After the cat pictures comes homework. Hitoshi is a good student, so it takes him a while to find something he has trouble with but when he does, Aizawa doesn't hesitate to sit down with him to explain the concept for Hitoshi.

Yamada already answers him every and all questions he has about English but the one time Hitoshi complained about a math problem, Yamada went through that with him as well.

It's–novel, to not be yelled at for innocent things like this and Hitoshi finds that their words—their offer—burn bright under his skin.

It makes him want to push and so one day, he does.

Hitoshi doesn’t really plan it, but the day was shit in a way it hasn't been in a long time, following after a weekend where his parents kept avoiding him, kept being scared of him, in between bursts of fists and kicks, and so when Aizawa levels him with a look and asks him what's wrong, it just all spills out of Hitoshi.

"U.A. was supposed to be better," he spits out, dropping his bag and making no move to get changed for training.

"Better than what?"

"Than literally anywhere else. Quirk discrimination wasn't supposed to be a thing here; it wasn't supposed to go on like this," Hitoshi says and he hates the way his voice shakes, how wet it sounds because it screams of weakness and he doesn't want Aizawa to see that.

"What happened?" Aizawa asks, much softer this time and pats the ground next to where he sits and Hitoshi moves as if he's on autopilot.

"It's stupid," Hitoshi mutters, because now that he has Aizawa's attention he realises just how childish and immature he's being and he ducks his head in an attempt to hide.

"Tell me anyway."

"The League, they are apparently recruiting," Hitoshi says after a moment. "My classmates thought it'd be funny to go through the students and decide who would join them."

"Based on quirks," Aizawa says with a nod and Hitoshi nods as well because what else could it be.

"I made top of the list," he says with false cheer. "Finally I'm number one." He doesn't care how bitter he sounds, because he is.

"You're at the most prestigious hero school. You're doing everything you can to be a hero," Aizawa says with a frown and Hitoshi laughs at him.

"Doesn't matter. With a quirk like mine, what else but a villain could I ever be? I've heard the same shit for all of my life, but I thought it was supposed to get better. And instead it just keeps happening. I'm sick and tired of being asked to make someone do something. I'm sick and tired of being the first everyone looks to when someone acts out of character, or when something disappears or when a fight starts. As if I'm always the cause for any of that. I'm just–I'm so tired."

"You never mentioned that before," Aizawa carefully says and Hitoshi shrugs.

"It's not usually this bad. Our class rep, she makes sure it doesn't get out of hand, but she's out sick today and with that whole League thing–-" Hitoshi shrugs. "Besides, it's stupid and useless and irrational to be upset over something I can't change and I didn't want to bother you with that."

"You're not bothering me with that, I told you I'm here for you to talk about anything. And being upset about bullying and discrimination, especially when it's aimed at yourself, is never stupid. You're entitled to feel hurt and angry about all of that. It is supposed to be better here; we have a pretty strict policy about that and things like that aren't supposed to happen."

"Great, so it's just me, bringing out the worst in everyone, just like always," Hitoshi mutters, because that, too, is nothing he hasn't heard before. As if his mere existence is tempting people to give in to their darker thoughts.

"Is it just your class?" Aizawa wants to know and Hitoshi makes a face.

He hears people whisper, in the halls and during lunch, but no one who isn't his classmate has ever outright said anything to his face.

"I'll take that as a no then," Aizawa concludes and Hitoshi is too tired to fight him on that.

"What are we doing today?" Hitoshi asks after the silence stretches between them and he feels how Aizawa musters him.

"I wanted to get started on quirk training, but maybe today is not the best time for that."

Hitoshi knows it's stupid and telling and it's pathetic to be scared of your own quirk, but he can't help but to flinch at Aizawa's words. He must notice it, too, because a sad smile flits over his face.

"You up for combat training? Or do you wanna call it early today?"

"And waste your time completely?"

"You're not wasting my time," Aizawa corrects him. "Not every day is the same and it would be dangerous to not take that into account. Today is a bad day; it happens and it will pass. But there's no reason for us to make a bad day worse, so if training is not something that's on the table today, then that's fine."

He makes it sound so easy as if it's perfectly normal for someone to take Hitoshi's mental and physical state into account and it makes his eyes burn.

"I–might not have paid attention in class today," Hitoshi finally offers and Aizawa nods once.

"Homework it is. Yamada will be by later, so keep your math problems for him," Aizawa says with a small shudder and it's enough to bring out a smile on Hitoshi's face.

"Not a fan, huh?"

"Of math? Unlikely. Now, show me something I can help you with."

Hitoshi does and just like that the afternoon passes.

By the time Hitoshi walks home he has to admit that a bad day just turned into a good day, simply because two people weren't mean to him.

Hitoshi thinks it might be pathetic, but it also makes him happy.

~*~*~

Two weeks later, classes are cancelled for a three day quirk discrimination seminar. Everyone has to attend and at the end, Principal Nezu makes it abundantly clear that U.A. will not stand for any kind of discrimination and that expulsion is the only viable punishment for it.

The next time Hitoshi meets Aizawa for training he walks right up to him and bonks his head to his shoulder like a cat, staying there for a long moment, silently conveying his gratitude and Aizawa pats his head twice.

Hitoshi wishes he could stay like that forever.

~*~*~

Hitoshi feels sick. He knows he has to do it, he knows he has to trust Aizawa and Yamada but just thinking about it is hard and he has no idea how he's ever going to put into words just how shitty his life at home is without completely breaking down.

So he decides to start the entire conversation with a theoretical, even though he damn well knows that as soon as the question leaves his mouth, both teachers will know exactly what's going on, but at least like that he can pretend that it has nothing to do with him, if their answer makes him feel worse than he already does.

Hitoshi hasn't even fully stepped into the gym when both men take one look at him and apparently decide that training is clearly not on his mind.

"Out with it," Aizawa says once Hitoshi is close enough and he doesn't even give Hitoshi the chance to pretend that it's nothing and he can't make his mind up if that's a good thing or not.

"I was just wondering," Hitoshi slowly starts, trying not to squirm under their attention and forces the words out, "what would happen if you learn that a student was at danger at home. Or–you know–that their home life isn't the best."

Hitoshi's voice is thin and shaky and they must know what he's asking, why he's asking, but instead of immediately saying anything, Aizawa and Yamada exchange a look.

This one is a lot shorter than what they usually do, so they must come to a conclusion fairly quickly and Hitoshi isn't sure if he's glad for it when Aizawa almost immediately turns back towards him.

"It depends, really," Aizawa starts with and great, Hitoshi already hates this. "If it's just that the home life isn't the best, with no immediate danger to their well-being then the dorm system offers a good reprieve of that. The student would be able to live on campus during the school year, while the school gets partial custody for that time. It would still mean the student has to go home during the breaks, though, and the parents have to agree in the first place."

"And if it's more than that?" Hitoshi whispers and now it's Yamada who speaks.

"Then the school–and we as teachers–would ensure that all the proper steps are taken to get the student out of that situation. We would seize emergency custody, which places the student into the hands of CPS for the duration of the investigation into the family. The school is equipped to take over custody in times like that, so the education of the student can be guaranteed."

"We teachers are all required to have foster licenses, so even if the dorm system is not an option for whatever reason, one of the teachers could seize custody,” Aizawa takes over. “That also applies if the student is in dire need of a stable home, something that the dorms can't supply. Once the investigation is complete and it's been decided that the student can't go back to their family, we would help look for a suitable foster family."

"Or it can be decided that the student stays with the teacher, if everyone is in agreement," Yamada chimes in and it makes Hitoshi's eyes burn.

Who would ever decide to keep him?

"An investigation takes time, though," he mutters and tries to calculate if it would take enough time for him to make the hero course and be placed into the dorm system by default, no matter the outcome.

Probably not, knowing his luck.

"Normally, yes," Yamada agrees. "But you forget that we're Pro Heroes. I know all you students sometimes forget when it comes to us, because you see us as teachers here, but our word has a little bit more weight. And we have connections. I know someone who has a certain detective on speed dial," he teasingly says and elbows Aizawa in the side.

"Because it's practical," Aizawa sighs out before he concentrates back on Hitoshi again. "It would speed things up, if we filed the complaint. We can get the right people on the case and we're not easily brushed off, either."

"What if you don't believe the student?" Hitoshi forces himself to ask, because what if? What if he says it, and they just decide that it's not worth it?

"That's not going to happen," Yamada says. "If someone brings up concerns like that, we're going to take them seriously, no matter what. Yeah, maybe the investigation will show that the student was just trying to get their parents into trouble, or they just wanted some attention, but maybe they were telling the truth. There is no way anyone here at U.A. is going to take that risk. If someone mentions something like that, we are going to treat this as seriously as we can."

Hitoshi's eyes burn and his hands shake and he's pretty sure he's going to throw up if he opens his mouth now but then Yamada steps close and he prompts him with a gentle "Hitoshi?" and it's enough.

That little bit of kindness he can hear in Yamada's voice is enough.

"I really need your help," Hitoshi chokes out and a second later he finds himself in Yamada's arms, shaking apart.

"Shou," Yamada says and Aizawa grunts.

"See, it's practical to have him on speed dial," he grumbles out and a second later a call connects.

Aizawa must have put it on speaker and Hitoshi forces himself to cry silently, so he can hear what's going on.

"Eraser," a man answers and he sounds about as tired as Hitoshi usually feels. "What did your hell class do now?"

"This isn't about them. I need you to open an investigation into the family of Shinsou Hitoshi."

"On what grounds?"

"Child abuse," is the immediate answer and the man–Tsukauchi, most likely–is silent for a moment before a soft "Oh, shit" comes over.

"Indeed," Aizawa drily says.

"I take it you haven't informed CPS yet?"

"I needed to make sure you're on the case first," Aizawa gives back and Yamada leans down.

"His quirk is Lie Detector, which comes in real handy, especially in cases like this. There's no way for your parents to talk their way out of this," Yamada promises him and Hitoshi presses closer, hoping to silently convey is gratitude, because he doesn't think his voice will hold.

"Am I putting you down for emergency custody? What does Mic say to that?"

"Well, he's right there with me, so put us both down," Aizawa tells him and Yamada hums his consent.

"Fine," Tsukauchi sighs out. "Anything else besides the abuse I need to jot down?"

"Hitoshi?" Aizawa carefully asks, clearly aware that he's listening in and Hitoshi is glad that he doesn't have to look at either of them right now.

"They are scared of me and they are–just not there," he sobs out, barely giving an explanation at all and Yamada gently sways them from side to side.

"Neglect, too. It's enough, right?"

"Of course it is. Are there any injuries right now, that we can file?"

"Hitoshi?" Aizawa asks and Hitoshi tries to hide himself further into Yamada.

"Yeah," he then admits because his ribs are still hurting and he thinks the footprint on his thigh is still more blue than yellow.

Yamada makes a pained noise, instantly loosening his arms around Hitoshi, but that's the last thing he wants, so he presses closer again and Yamada thankfully seems to get the message, because he hugs him tight again.

"We'll bring him to Recovery Girl," Aizawa promises and Tsukauchi agrees.

"I'll be in touch, and he's not allowed to go back to his family before you get the okay from me, if at all. But–I really put yours and Mic's names down for this?"

"Yes, Tsukauchi. If he wants to stay with us, we're going to take him in."

Yamada hums in agreement and it makes Hitoshi's head spin to hear that.

Sure, Aizawa has just told him that all the teachers have foster licenses and that all of them are prepared to take any student in should the need arise but to hear him state it so firmly, as if there couldn't ever be any doubt that Hitoshi is going to stay with him and Yamada, that they might want him to even, is unbelievable.

Aizawa must have ended the phone call while Hitoshi was still trying to wrap his head around that because suddenly he's right by his side.

"We've got you, kid. You're safe with us," he promises Hitoshi and he thinks that with them, maybe he can believe it.

They listened to him, Aizawa did something when the discrimination was brought up and they said they want to take him in. No doubt in Aizawa's voice, no hesitation, no protest from Yamada, who clearly has a say in that as well, if Tsukauchi is anything to go by.

Maybe not everyone is out there to make Hitoshi's life a living hell.

"Thank you," he gets out between his sobs and they only get worse when Aizawa puts a hand to his head.

"Always," he and Yamada say at the same time and it only prompts more tears from Hitoshi.

But for the first time in maybe forever, they are good tears.

[tiramisumin]

i see it in your eyes

pairing: park junmin x f!reader 𝜗𝜚 word count: 1.32k 𝜗𝜚 content: fluffish, suggestive towards the end, swearing, best friends to more ig, 🗣️ DIE FOR YOU JUNMIN MENTIONED!!!!!! u have been warned, that performance changes the trajectory of readers life, hunjae stirring the pot before they even know the pot exists, a very Passionate kiss, not beta’d or proofread! u alr know

synopsis: you had never thought of junmin in this light prior to tonight, but you don’t think you could ever see him the same.

୨ৎ watched a fancam that happened to be from one year ago last night and well… let’s just say my fingers had a mind of their own! ur welcome :3

You think you’re going crazy.

Scratch that. You’re positive that you’re going crazy.

One would think that being best friends with Park Junmin of xikers was probably a dream come true. To an extent, you guess you could agree. Junmin was the attentive type. He always had this sixth sense for whenever you needed something. But that was just who he was a person, an idol or not.

Right now, however, you were wishing that you weren’t best friends with Park Junmin.

He, so kindly, invited you to a show of their first tour and as you watch his unit stage with Hunter, you feel yourself slowly descend into insanity. As long as you’ve known him, you have never seen this side of Junmin before. He’s done a pretty good job at separating his idol and personal lives, so even when he was practicing, he’d never let you see. Now you know why.

The way he moves to the song, Die For You by The Weeknd, has your heart stuttering in your chest. You’ve known since his trainee days that he was a good dancer, but for him to evoke such strong emotions from you… Yeah, you were screwed. Royally.

And to put icing on top of the cake, he pulls up his shirt to show the audience his fucking abs. 

Under the blue lights and the spell that entrances him every time he performs, Junmin looks breathtaking. Anybody with eyes could see visually that he was attractive, yeah, but for the first time in your friendship, you’re finally seeing it for yourself. His skin glistens ethereally and his expressions capture the mood of the moment perfectly. If you didn’t know better, you’d think you were drooling with how awestruck you are.

Minjae, who was observing the two from off to the side of the stage with you, can’t stop himself from laughing at your reaction. He pats your back as the song draws to a close. The action is supposed to be comforting, yet it’s anything but, considering he was poking fun at you not even two seconds ago. You wish the ground would swallow you whole.

The rest of the concert is kind of a blur, your brain hyper fixating on Junmin’s Die For You performance. Time has long since passed, and the lot of you have found yourselves all crammed in the dorm with a table full of food. Your appetite is hardly there, nerves eating away at you as you sit beside your best friend, unable to look him in the eye. 

The two of you haven’t had the chance to talk about the show yet, and you can tell he’s just itching to ask for your opinion. He frowns when he realizes you haven’t touched your plate, something very out of character for you. You’d had an entire discussion about not eating much before the concert so you could enjoy this grand meal with him and his members.

”Is everything—“

Hunter interrupts him with a clearing of his throat. “So, Y/N, how did you like Junmin and I’s stage?”

He wiggles his eyebrows at you and it takes absolutely everything in you not to burst into flames. You dig your nails into your palms before answering. “If your goal was to seduce the crowd, then you guys did a really good job!”

The table erupts into laughter and you silently praise whatever higher being exists that you kept your cool. Minjae makes eye contact with you across the table, pretending to zip his lips and throw the key to the other side of the room. You mouth a ‘thank you’ to him, jumping back into the conversation when someone else asks you about the show. 

Ultimately, your dinner continues without a hitch. No one finds out how you truly felt in regards to the Die For You performance, and you assume you’ve made it out scot-free. You should’ve known your best friend was too perceptive for his own good. Especially when it comes to you.

One of the group’s drivers brought you back to your apartment and, of course, Junmin tagged along to ensure you got home safely. The entire drive over there is silent save for whatever music was playing lowly on the radio. There’s a weird tension in the air between you, even as he asks to walk you to your door. As you’re unlocking it, Junmin stops you. 

“Did I do something?” He blurts out, halting you from entering your apartment. His hands shove into the pockets of his sweatpants nervously.

“Wh— Huh?”

“You haven’t talked to me much since we got back from the concert. I thought it was just in my head at first, but then we were in the car together and you didn’t say a single word to me. Did I do something to upset you? Please, let me know so I can apologize and never do it again.” He explains. 

“No!” You shake your head profusely. “You did nothing wrong, Junmin… I’m just— I’m the one being weird.”

”Can you tell me why at least? It’s gonna bother me all night until you do.” He fiddles with his fingers, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. Part of you is way too embarrassed to admit the true reasoning behind you avoiding him. Though, the bigger part of you is well aware that he would never judge you. And the last thing you need is to keep secrets from your best friend.

“Don’t laugh, okay?” You raise your pinkie, and when he locks it with his own you let out a heavy sigh. “I… can’t stop thinking about the Die For You performance…”

His eyebrows furrow together, eyes cast down at the carpeted floor beneath you in deep thought. God, even when he’s confused, he looks so cute. You might actually explode right here in the middle of the hallway. You had never thought of Junmin in this light prior to tonight, but you don’t think you could ever see him the same. Because of that, you needed to tell him how you felt. 

“I don’t underst—“

”I couldn’t stop staring at you, Junmin. You’ve never let me see you that way. You’re always so modest and so shy and I don’t know I— seeing you let go of that on stage, seeing how confident you can be made me feel…” You trail off, averting his intense gaze. 

He takes a step closer to you, unwavering when his index finger slides under your chin, lifting it so you’re forced to look at him again. “‘Made you feel’ what exactly?”

Your lips part in surprise, that same confidence from earlier controlling him. His eyes are darker than usual. You swallow thickly when you say, “Like I could fall in love with you.”

Junmin wastes no time connecting your lips in a sweet, passionate kiss. Despite never imagining what it would be like to be in this situation, it’s somehow simultaneously everything you thought it would be. Sparks ignite from where your mouths meet all the way to the tips of your fingers. One of his hands comes up to cup your jaw and the other rests on your waist. Meanwhile, one of yours tangles in his hair and the other fists at the front of his shirt— fittingly a white tank top. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he whispers against your lips, eyelashes brushing your cheeks. “How long I’ve been waiting for you to look at me this way.” 

It’s difficult not to gasp into his kiss, a small whine escaping you. Perhaps they weren’t lying when they said boys and girls could never just be friends. You slot your lips with his once more before parting gently, peering up at him with the softest of smiles. “Then show me.”

He doesn’t think twice about urging you into your apartment.

© 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏.

[froschli96]

you know, i always find it really funny when dudebros complain about syndicate and odyssey being too "jokey" or not "taking its characters seriously" or whatever…

like, did y'all collectively sleep through "it's-a me, mario!", "i meant besides vaginas", ezio inventing the latte, bartolomeo's... just... *gestures vaguely* entire character, etc?

like, it's fine to have preferences of course, i myself prefer a more serious and grounded tone, but these are usually the same people who tout the ezio trilogy as "peak assassin's creed", call ac1 a glorified tech demo and hate on connor for being "too serious and boring", like? make it make sense!

[hauntingblue]

Gear 5 luffy's laugh is so contagious I just hear the drums and go insane how does this work. What did he do to me

[hella1975]

my mum: you've been doing really good lately. every part of your life is really stable and you seem genuinely happy, it's great to see :)

me, who's felt like ive been going actually crazy bananas insane for months now: yeah haha

[sskk-manifesto]

What a good episode. Maaaaaan

[qqqqqqqqqqq0]

i've been having some trouble falling asleep lately

[coffee-without-anesthetics]

Hello tumblr user coffee-without-anesthetics can you explain Miligram to me like I'm your 80 year old grandmother who doesn't understand why she needs to decide why she needs to either vote to "forgive or do not forgive" this nice-looking lad/lass when you handed the phone to her and told her to tap the button you pointed out

hello!!! yes i can tumblr user kayoi1234, but too bad you're getting the full recap (miligram made me giggle, nice)

alright so we've got 10 buddies (prisoners) in this Milgram prison who are all technically guilty of "taking a life" (not killing someone, only around four of them did that from what we know.)

in the beginning, this is all the info available.

there's 3 trials over the course of years, 1 of which already fully passed, the second of which is more-or-less on the edge being finished -> as im writing this, you can vote for 2 characters, and the last 2 are yet to be judged at all

during each trial:

the official youtube channel releases a new MV (song) about the character currently being judged. (and a cover of a deco*27 song on spotify)

a voice drama of a discussion between the character and the warden (Es) is uploaded on spotify. an english translation by fans is usually uploaded not long after on youtube

and later, when both of the above has been realized for two characters

interrogation questions are answered on twitter. (here's the fan eng account)

INFO 1: in official sources (website etc) they use "guilty or innocent". this is misleading. they're all guilty of something. the only question is your forgiveness. INFO 2: the official english translations of the songs sometimes Suck Major Ass (see: Undercover), but theyre fine enough most of the time.

now that we're onto trial2 we know what an unforgiven vote does, which is: less privileges/freedom, more restrains, mental state done did fucked up if they care, more but can't remember right now.

in-universe, the warden judges them. you influence the judgement with daily votes.

and the most important of all: any reason to judge is a good reason!!

unforgiven cause you think they're reprehensible? sure! forgiven cause theyre cute? yeah! forgiven for the lolz? why not!

…there's also the question if this all is technically a infohazard because by knowing about the vote and then abstaining from voting (or not doing anything at all) is still participating anyway.

TLDR: over time you get more info about 10 characters who all took a life, and with that info you decide whether you forgive them or not in three trials

if you wanted basic info you can stop here.

diversity win! the amnesiac nonbinary 15 y/o prison warden with identity issues can hear the voice anyone who's ever voted! neat!

in the beningening, no one knew what an unforgiven vote would do and the info we had about characters was spotty at best, but we still got 4 characters judged unforgiven.

now more fun stuff!!

(im gonna use prisoner numbers not names cuz i don't wanna type allat)

unrelated: there's a side spin-off manga (???) called minigram. i have no idea what goes on there. random facts: 04 is half-french and the daughter of a landlord. 09 got diagnosed with DID via talking rabbit and teenager. 03 is the twitter-using guy who doxxed a kid to death. there's a fucking smokers club (05, 07 and 09). fun stuff all around

the thing is that the literal last character of the roster to be judged is a Justice Fanatic who got forgiven!! guess what she did to those who weren't.

long story short she got 03 blind in one eye, 06 now has a broken arm + bruised ribs + concussion iirc, 08 is a kid so she got skipped, and 09 fought back but you can see it took a lot.

why aren't any of them dead? the resident medic 05 was judged forgiven so he was free to help them.

there's no conclusion, *gestures at all of them* i just think they're neat

[steviescrystals]

i’m fr gonna lose my mind :)

[hollow-vok]

Ohh im obssesed

[pandoraspurgatory]

What Friends are for

Bakugo Katsuki x Fem!Reader. Katsuki cant masturbate, and it’s up you to help him out<3

I’ve been utterly obsessed with this headcanon since I saw it on AO3, I hope you enjoy it as much as I do

Cw: Masturbation, FWB, BJ, Ball play, Slightly Submissive Katsuki, only slightly MINORS DNI

Being insatiably horny with no release, was a frustrating situation for anybody, though for Katsuki it was worse, bordering on making him insane. He heard it all the time, his friends constantly spouting “just jerk off, it’ll calm you down!” And similiar nonsense that made his blood boil. As if jerking off could change the course of the planet like his classmates chalked it up to be.

It was hard to ignore though, the United Alliance dorms had been a cesspit of horny young adults since the 1st year. Though now the class were in their 3rd year of Class 1A and were all 18; Sex was the hot topic of the year.

He didn’t understand the logic behind it, but somehow once everyone became legal adults, the taboo flew out the window and immersed itself as casual conversation.

It was only last month that Denki and Kirishima made an attempt at the infamous ‘No Nut November”. Katsuki never bothered to ask how long they lasted, though was tempted to join the class betting pool on who would loose first.

Though in hindsight the NNN betting pool was a horrific idea, with half the class trying to set up Kirishima, and half the class trying to set up Denki. Katsuki is confident he never wants to see Mina dressed up as Midnight again after that ordeal, or Mineta in a maid costume.

He wouldn’t admit it within an inch of his life, but Katsuki had never successfully touched himself. There were multiple attempts of humping into his mattress, grinding himself against his pillow and even a weird porn meditation thing he found that was supposed to make him ‘cum with his mind’. It failed miserably, he doesn’t like to think about it.

The issue is his quirk, he can only stroke and pump himself for about 30 seconds until his palms start to spark and he ends up with burns all over his shaft. There are the options of hand free masturbating tools made for people with the same predicaments, though he couldn’t bare the humiliation if his classmates ever found out about it.

It wasn’t until he bit the bullet and tried to do it again. It happened like clockwork every few months, and it always ended the same unsatisfying and painful way.

It was 1am in the morning. Katsuki was rarely up this time of the night, but this particular morning he woke up with a painfully hard erection and his dick dripping precum from a rather erotic dream he had.

A wall away, you slept soundly in your bed, covers snug up to your chin as your heated mattress protecter added extra comfort to your needed slumber. Though that peacefulness was soon interrupted by the sound of small explosions and a frustrated groan coming from the wall opposite your bed.

Having Bakugo Katsuki as a dorm room neighbour was usually pleasant. Though despite his crude personality and edgy nature; he was a clean, quiet and reserved person. Respecting the quiet curfew of the dorms.

Hence why hearing him in distress was out of the ordinary, you shot up in bed, listening for more noises as you quickly emerged from your warm sheets.

Thoughts swarmed through your mind, was Bakugo sick? Having a nightmare? Lost control of his quirk?Did a villain get him?? You two were particularly close, and you came to the conclusion he couldn’t be too mad if you barged into his room at this hour. For all you knew, he could have lost control of his quirk and charred half the room by now.

Throwing on your warm oodie and a pair of slippers, you exited your dorm and walked the few metres to Bakugos door. Hesitating for moment on whether to knock or not, eventually deciding it was futile, how could he open the door and greet you if he was being attacked by a villain?

Despite expecting the dorm room to be locked shut, the door swung open after you gripped and turned the handle. Katsukis room was pitch black, only slightly lightened by the sparks emerging from his palms every few seconds.

The sound of fabric rustling and panted breaths filled your ears as you felt for the light switch, ready to activate your quirk any second incase there was actually a villain hiding somewhere around you. You finally found the switch and hit it, bright light encased the small room, revealing Katsuki sitting up on his bed.

Before you could properly stare at his horrified and bewildered face and red cheeks, your eyes caught on to the sight of his hard cock. Leaking precum into his sheets and bouncing back against his abdomen as he tried to shove it down.

He felt his aching dick twitch, he only felt himself grow harder as he looked at your face. It was grossly perverted and Katsuki damn well knew it. However it couldn’t be controlled after his vivid dream of pounding you into the mattress, the dream which brought him to his exact situation. The meek sound of your voice tore him from his racing thoughts.

“Bakugo… I’m so sorry… I thought you were in danger”

He swallowed, if he wasn’t in danger before then he definitely was now. Only god knows who you could message and call about this later, for all he knew he could go downstairs tomorrow only to be relentlessly teased for gawking at you as he sat there stark naked. He had to say something, before you-

Fuck… what? Why were you? He couldn’t believe his eyes as you walked up to where he was and sat beside him. You placed your hand over his with a small smile creeping onto the corners of your mouth. His throat felt painfully dry like it was filled with cotton.

“Kats… spill it”

“Spill what idiot? That you’re creeping into my room like a crazy woman, how dare-“

“Seriously, people don’t get hard and decide to explode their room at 1 in the morning.”

This was it, the moment of truth he had spent his teenage years dreading. To top this shitshow off, he would have to tell the truth to the person who got him all hot and bothered like this in the first place. Fuck, he couldn’t say it, he couldn’t admit that-

You interrupted once again.

“I’ve heard of this before, that some people get too… excited and set off their quirks when trying to pleasure themselves… is this the first time it’s happened?”

He swallowed his pride, there was no getting out of this one no matter how hard he tried.

“Try every time, I’ve never been able to fucking do it”. He growled, looking to the opposite side of the room to avoid meeting your gaze.

He began to mentally prepare himself to get the ridicule of a lifetime. Katsuki was what everyone wanted to be - strong, resilient, determined, and yet he couldn’t even jerk himself off.

“Can I help? If that’s okay…?”

The word please escaped his mouth before he could even think of a reply. He groaned as he realised how desperate he sounded for you to touch him.

Only moments later you pushed him down onto his plush mattress, wrapping your hand around his achingly hard length as it throbbed under your touch. His quiet groans quickly turning into a desperate moans as you started to stroke him at a slow pace.

The dream that awoke him only minutes earlier played back in his mind, his dick pulsated as he relished in the vision of you fucked out of your mind while his fat cock was stuffed into your soaked tight pussy.

He met your gaze through half lidded eyes, you smiled at him, signalling that it was okay. He finally felt himself relax into your warm and comforting touch, low moans escaping from his lips as you focused on rubbing his tip.

He would’ve thought by now he would’ve blown up his whole room, he wasn’t sure why his palms weren’t sparking and igniting. Though he chose not to dwell on it. Out of sight, out of mind he figured.

You stroked him slowly, trying to execute a confident demeanour despite the fact your mind was racing in a thousand different directions. You had your hands around the fat cock of Bakugo Katsuki, your only weakness and crush… no obsession of three long years. You had yet to be pushed away or blown to bits, so that had to be good news of some sort to indicate he was entranced as you were.

Your panties grew increasingly damp as you listened to his strained gasps, as much as you wanted to hop up and eagerly jump on his dick and have him make you his bitch until morning, this was about him and making him feel good.

Though it was now or never if you were going to tame the beast, slowly but surely you opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around his shaft. Without any warning, he bucked his hips into your face, his eyes rolled back into his head, your touch earning a whine from the back of his throat.

It took all his restraint not to fuck your throat until you were slobbering all over him like the slut he was going to make you. But his quirk hasn’t activated yet, and he wasn’t going to risk it happening in a moment like this.

You bobbed up and down, savouring his musky scent as you began to bring your focus to his throbbing tip yet again. Hollowing your cheeks as you sucked and swirled your tongue over him, tasting his slick precum.

An unexpected, high pitched whine filled your ears as you began to fondle his balls slowly, squeezing every now and then to truely give him the height of pleasure. Feeling increasingly proud of yourself as each ragged gasp emerged from him.

Katsuki couldn’t focus, completely blissed out at the exhilarating feeling of you pleasuring him with your lewd mouth. He always anticipated himself to be rough and dominant in the bedroom, though you had him trembling under your touch.

“Hnngg… feels so fucking good… keep- mhhmmm… going pretty girl”.

His husky voice was all you needed, sucking in a breath as you deepthroated his cock as you cupped and grabbed at his balls. You tried not to gag, his length was average but his girth was intense for a beginner like you. The corners of your lips aching as you struggled to envelop all of him into your mouth.

Katsuki suddenly grabbed a fistful of your hair as to try and suppress the urge to immediately spill himself down your tight throat. Where the fuck you leant this, he didn’t know. His face was flushed and his hair disheveled as you continued to suck him dry.

He hoped he’d have more warning to his impending orgasm, though as he felt his legs tremble and cock pulsate in your mouth. He could only manage to mutter a heads up.

“Fu… fuck.. nhgg… cumming”

You didn’t need to think twice, you wanted to feel his thick cum in your mouth as soon as the universe would will it, but it was no fun not seeing the action. Parting your lips from his dick, you gave him a few quick pumps as he quivered, spilling over the edge.

With a final grunt and a slight convulsion, he began to shoot his cum onto your face. The feeling of how his cock pulsated with each load made you weak. He knew there was nothing more fucking beautiful than the erotic look on your face as he ejaculated onto your lips.

His climax hit him like a freight train, shockwaves calming down in his body as his cock finally finished spilling itself. He looked at you, a dorky smile on your face as you gripped his hand.

He understood it all now, and there was no fucking way in hell he would ever participate in No Nut November with you around.

[sharlsworld]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ walk him like a dog - 𝐋𝐍𝟒 𖤓

（ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 ）𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

（ 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 ）𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗀

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landonorris cmon love 💔

charles_leclerc replied to your story

Just let him have this one

lilymhe replied to your story

the hand placement??? 👁️👁️

↳ yn you don’t wanna know how many times i tried to move it

hearts4lando replied to your story

this is so cute

alexandrasaintmleux replied to your story

I want what you and lando have

↳ yn don’t even 😭

carlossainz55 replied to your story

JUST DATE ALREADY PLEASE

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landonorris posted a story

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maxfewtrell replied to your story

your like her little puppy dog

↳ landonorris idc as long as im hers

yn replied to your story

stop this madness

↳ landonorris you know you like it babe

francisca.cgomes replied to your story

absolutely down bad

↳ landonorris always for her

charles_leclerc replied to your story

No photo credit?

↳ landonorris no you kept call me her little bitch the whole time…

↳ charles_leclerc Did I lie?

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f1wags

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f1wags Lando Norris and Yn were see getting cozy on the beach earlier today, what do we think about this? 👀

estiebestie NOT LANDO LIKING THIS 💀💀

yn NO NO NO LET ME TELL ME SOMETHING

⤷ landonorris do tell

⤷ yn ITS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE I SWEAR

hoeforsainzzz UHM HIS HAND HELLO?

lovely.leclerc friends definitely don’t get that touchy with each other 🫣

⤷ landowantrizz and they definitely don’t look at each other that 🤨

landolovesyn this is the norm for them 😭

beloved.hamilton Stop that’s so cute 🥹

sharls_lerklerk shes the nonchalant, wears the pants in the relationship, in between black swan & white swan, knows she can get whatever she wants out of him gf and he’s the chalant, will do whatever she says, puppy dog, putty in her hand with one look, can never say no, baby girl bf

⤷ yn no 👎🏽🚫🙅🚮

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daniel3.jpg to feed your soul

landonorris my girl

⤷ yn no stop

yn delete this now

⤷ landonorris cmon babe you know you want me as bad as i want you

⤷ hearts4lando HELLO? lando norris is the standard

lilymhe what’s that thing doing with me kika and alex’s girl

⤷ francisca.cgomes little lando thinks he can bag our girl 🤣🤣

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux he just doesn’t know when to quit

⤷ yn i know where home is 😘

⤷ charles_leclerc hello??

⤷ alex_albon i can’t do this anymore.

⤷ pierregasly tell me about it

charlesismyman69 HAND PLACEMENT IS EVERYTHINGGGG 🫦

landolovesyn they act like a couple but yn is playing SO HARD to get 😭

ethereal.yn i’m patiently waiting for lando to just hard launch one of these days (im going insane i can’t wait any longer)

⤷ landonorris same

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landonorris

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landonorris my girl, my girl, my girl ♥️ this one goes out to all you bitches that doubted me, that said i could never get someone as beautiful as yn, that told me to move on, that said i could never get her, to everyone who ever called me lando norizz i hope you bitches are weeping right now.

yn damn

⤷ landonorris you know your blushing right now don’t even

♥︎ by yn

danielricciardo Bro got the girl

⤷ oscarpiastri After 4 years

⤷ carlossainz 4 years of yappin about her

hearts4lando ik lando already bought that ring 😭

⤷ lando.norizz he’s probably had it for a few years now let’s be honest

pierregasly getting freaky on the main?

⤷ landonorris always

landolovesyn MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED 🙏🏽🙏🏽

estiebestie just fell to my knees in the middle of walmart

⤷ landonorris same

littlelandonorris lando norris the man that you are

landowantsrizz the second picture HELLOOO? 😭

⤷ lilac.leclerc the second picture? WHAT ABOUT THE FIRST PICTURE???

sharls_lerklerk i’ve been here since they first met at silverstone 😭

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yn

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yn my little bitch, forever & always babygirl ♥️

landonorris it’s like your life goal is to make me look like a fan

⤷ yn are you not my little bitch?

⤷ landonorris i’m whatever you want me to be baby

⤷ yn that’s what i thought

lilymhe 🐕🐕🐕

francisca.cgomes can’t believe this man child took my woman

⤷ landonorris I WON

alexandrasaimtmleux so cute…i guess

landonorris damn girl why your feet so sexy 🫦😘🥜🤤🍆🍑

carlossainz55 I thought you two getting together would mean he would finally shut up about you…I thought wrong.

⤷ oscarpiastri You think you have it bad?

ynissocutiepatootie y/n heard “walk em like a dog” once and took it to another level

hoeforsainzzz lando norris is the definition of dedication

landocanrockmyworld i love how she makes him look so tall 😭

ynownsme y/n y/l/n you will always be famous 😭

[tashid4]

Fwb with Katsuki

You were standing in front of the mirror. Final mascara touch-ups, shiny lip gloss. Still only wearing your underwear, undecided about your outfit choice, you suddenly heard a knock on the door. You assumed it was your bestfriend coming to pick you up, you opened the door of your room. But turns out it wasn't her. Katsuki was standing in front of you. Not even bothered by the fact you were half naked in front of him.

Thing is - it definitely wasn't the first time he saw you like this. Definitely not. You and him have been seeing each other in secret for a while now. He would text you when he needed to release some stress. And he would always answer your calls, in the middle of the night when you needed him...

You brought him inside and made him sit on the bed so you could finish getting ready. "What are you doing here?" you asked while applying your favorite lipstick. Dark red. Cherry blood. "I was leaving and I thought I could see my favorite girl before". His comment made you slightly chuckle. Of course he was here for a reason. You had no problem with that. It was a deal. Only sex, no complicated feelings.

Having sex with Katsuki was profitable for you. He was attentive, understanding, open-minded and so fucking sexy. Sex with him was a treat, a blessing.

You put down your lipstick and start walking toward him. Exaggerating every move, swinging your hips and staring at him with big doe eyes. "You also going to the party?" "Yes, Kiri asked me" While you talked you found a place on his lap and slowly started to kiss his neck. Leaving a trail of cherry red kisses on his neck and collar. "You planning on founding a girl uh? Taking her back to your room?" "Yeah probably" You liked that he was honest with you, never hiding anything from you. You knew every one of each others dirty secret. You weren't dating so there was nothing wrong with him sleeping with other girls right ? So why were you feeling this pinch in your stomach ...?

He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. Definitely not a soft one. It was rough and passionate like it always was. It was messy and rushed. The expensive Cologne he wore, that you loved so much, filled your lungs and you couldn't resist him anymore. Pushing him on the bed, towering him you start to straddle his lap. "You're gonna find a nice girl uh ? Gonna kiss her on the same bed you fuck me every night ?" "Hmph fuck yes" He stares intensely at your swollen lips, the feeling of your ass rubbing on him driving him insane. He can't help but look at you with admiring eyes. "But I'll always be your favorite right baby? ""Yes my favorite girl"

You knew this was wrong. You knew friends with benefits don't act like this. But you were so obsessed with this man. You were ready to take everything he was giving you. Even if, for the moment, it was just sex.

Hiii it's been so long since i posted smth oopsie but ig we can say im back now. Hope you enjoyed this short fic ^^

[chiscaralight]

what's that sound?

includes: nsfw! continuation of my college athelete!choso linked here. vouyerism, oral sex(f receiving), somewhat bottom choso, p in v, unprotected sex, choso is a little pervy, he’s never eaten pussy before either, choso cums from hearing i love u then he gets a little emotional. he’s just a loser!!!!!

word count: roughly 3k

a/n: we r so back!!!!

choso has been at his best since he met you.

ever since you two got together, he's been much different. not just to you—to everyone! there’s a pep in his step when he walks, he’s a little more confident when he talks, and he’s even playing better on the field now! (totally not because he knows you’re in the bleachers and he’s trying to look extra cool just for you.)

and it pains him in more ways than one when he has to stay away from you for so long. with the new league about to hit its peak, coaches are adding in extra hours, school work is getting more and more tasking by the day, and only talking to you on the phone for a couple of minutes and texting the whole day is nowhere near enough for him. even though he’s the one that needs most of the space!

you’re so sweet about it too, assuring him you’d be fine and he has to prioritize his sports career. you still show up to the occasional practice to offer a quick kiss before you go home, and you leave him snacks in his book bag when you see it lying around. you’re honestly such a blessing, why is the world so against the two of you right now?

but a single ray of light shines down on Choso’s dim day when the head coach sends a text that they can have the day off since they played so well in the last game. he’s almost flying out of his class seat right then and there—his mind is going straight towards you.

he feels like shit as he makes his way out of the flower shop; bouquet in hand. it’s not much, but he hopes you find it sweet enough that you’ll forgive him for how long it’s been since he last saw you. he stood there, individually picking out the best blue hyacinths and white orchids from the bunch, all fresh and neatly wrapped as a sort of poetic apology. you might not even know what it means, but who cares? it’s the thought that counts.

and he feels even weirder driving to your doorstep after all the times he’s run there instead. he’s still nervous even after all the times you’ve held him, kissed him, fucked him. you’re just so perfect, who wouldn’t be near pissing themselves right now with you behind the door?

he’s carefully sliding the single key you gave him in, pushing inwards after he hears the soft click. fingers tightening around the paper holding the flowers together, he steps in. empty.

what the hell? you should be home right now. it’s Friday—your classes end early and your favorite podcast should be up by now. but you’re not here.

choso’s brows furrow. He peered into the kitchen and checked the downstairs bathroom, the backyard, and even under the stairwell. nothing.

agitation crawls up his neck as hears a muffled noise from upstairs. it's faint; almost impossible to hear, but he’s sure it’s you.

the staircase is barely creaking as he makes his way up insanely slow. his grip on the flowers are tight, almost inhumane as he’s prepared to use them as a weapon. his steps are quick once he reaches the top, deathly silent but still quick as he closes in on the cracked open door of your room. the noises are getting slightly louder, more frantic and they sound less like pain and more like moans. moans..?

choso’s heart cracks once and he stops dead in his tracks. there’s no way. he knows he’s been gone for a long time, but it hasn't been that long, right? fuck—you said you loved him, you said it so many times, you wouldn’t cheat on him so quick. you wouldn’t cheat on him at all. so why are you–

“f-fuck cho.. miss you s-so much..”

oh.

oh.

oh.

the blood flow in Choso’s legs finally picks up once again, and he’s noiselessly pushing himself against the wall right next to your doorpost. he’s craning his head so far to the side, but he can finally see it. he can finally see you. and holy shit, he might have just cum in his pants.

your legs are spread, bed facing the door as your fingers disappear into your cunt. your shirt–his shirt is pulled up right under your chin, leaving your cute tits out in the open as you harshly tug on one of your own nipples.

the view is stupidly mesmerizing, and choso catches himself just before he starts drooling at the sight of you. he’s not even paying attention to how hard he is, he’s completely entranced by every little action. the way your body is twitching, how your fingers are moving, how your eyes are pressed tightly shut as you cry out his name.

choso is genuinely about to lose it. he just wants to crawl over there and eat you whole, in more ways than one. but he’s practically glued to the spot; he’s even holding his breath just to not ruin the moment!

but he’s getting knocked out of his incomprehensible trance when you let out a particularly irritated groan.

it’s so annoying. you haven’t been able to cum once since your boyfriend has been scarce. it’s not like you tried anyway, you’d much rather have him pump your orgasms out of you like he seemed to love doing. but it’s been so long, and you’ve been so sexually frustrated that you had to turn back to playing with yourself like this.

it’s not that you couldn’t call him, you’re almost a hundred percent sure he’d run all the way to you if he was on the other side of the country. but you didn’t want to bother him too much. his schedule has been overflowing with activities and he’s probably so busy, you didn’t want to seem inconsiderate! so you’d settled on seeing him when you knew he was free.

but this is getting way too bad, and you’re sure you’d start losing sight in your left ear if you don’t get it out right now.

so against your better judgment, you’re using your free hand to reach over to your phone, banking on the fact that his voice will be enough to get you off. he doesn’t have to know, right? And plus, you can always tell him later when you feel less guilty.

it doesn’t take long for you to find his name surrounded by hearts in your contact list and you’re calling without a second thought. it takes a couple of seconds before the line actually starts to ring.

the loud noise from Choso’s back pocket startles him so much that he drops the flowers he’s forgotten he’s holding. he’s silently cursing himself amidst the noise of his phone singing out, and now he’s lost on what to do.

you speak first though, voice breathy and low as you call out his name. he bites down on his lower lip, slowly stepping into the entrance of your room. you bite back a laugh despite the obscenity of the whole thing. he looks like a kid who got caught with their chubby hand down the cookie jar, he’s just way too cute!

“were you watching me, cho?”

almost immediately he’s a stuttering mess of excuses and apologies. he swears he didn’t mean to, he just wanted to surprise you—he just got a little carried away!

and you can’t hide your smile as you shut him up, gesturing for him to come closer. you’re sitting up now, more covered than before as your shirt rolls down.

you pat the space beside you, signaling for him to come over. it feels like ages, almost eons when your bed finally dips from his weight, but he’s still so far away. it’s definitely an improvement from the first time he came over, but you need him much closer than he is.

you can see his body tense up as you shift closer. he’s still avoiding your eyes, finding the floor much more interesting than the face of yours he always says he can’t get enough of. your fingers are giving his bicep a reassuring squeeze as he apologizes once again. you’re not upset. nowhere near even—this might have been the best possible outcome. but if he’s all mopey like this, neither of you will get anywhere.

“y’know, i don’t mind you watching me.”

you can feel him physically cringe at your words, but you’re not done just yet.

“so, you can keep watching me, or…”

his eyes finally meet yours after what feels like an eternity, waiting for you to go on. there you go.

“or?”

“…you can help me.”

quite literally, you can see the gears turning in that silly little brain of his. but he’s choosing to forgo an actual response, pressing his lips against yours instead. you can’t help the moan you let flow out of you, and he’s grunting in response, arms closing around you hard so he can push you onto your back once more.

choso’s kisses are heavy and full of need, tongue dancing around yours as his fingers graze the exposed skin of your thighs. you feel so good under his rough palms, he can’t help but try to soften his touch. he doesn’t want to hurt you! after all, you’re his most prized possession. he has to take care of you in every way he can.

and you’re half expecting his fingers to replace yours as they were a couple of minutes ago, but he’s pulling back with a sharp huff. you’re lazily opening your eyes, gaze connecting with his again as you start to notice the tips of his ears are a burning red.

“can i... i want to taste you. please.

even with his eyes still trained on yours, his entire face is flushed. even after all these months, he’s still as nervous as ever.

you offer him a welcoming smile and nod. he’s clearing his throat as he moves away, making quick work of getting his shirt off before settling between your legs.

and he’s a little overwhelmed coming face to face with your pussy like this. he knows you’re watching him, and he’s watching your essence drip out and down your cunt as he thinks. he’s racking his brain, trying to think of the best way to approach this. but your hand guiding the back of his head closer towards your aching heat is all the encouragement he needs.

once his tongue comes in contact with your slick, his eyes fall shut. you gasp at the experimental licks he’s giving you, warmth of his tongue sending jolts all the way down into your toes as he groans at how sweet you taste.

he’s catching on with lightning speed, lightly dipping his tongue into your entrance between every couple of strokes from his tongue. his nose is bumping your clit just right, and you’re tugging at his hair quite harshly as he continues to suck at your hole.

it’s his tongue going deep into your cunt that has you arching off the bed, nails digging into his scalp as your thighs close around his ears. his strong hands are only wrapped around your thighs, locking you tight in place as he ravages his new favorite meal.

and the tip of his tongue is starting to invade your sensitive spots as he fucks it in and out of you, wiggling it around when he’s sure it’s as deep as he can go so you’re arching high off the bed. you’re desperately trying to push him away—you’re not sure you can handle all this! but choso is too far gone; he’ll apologize later. right now, he’s going to get a fill of this flavor he���s been missing out on for weeks.

but even with your pleas and cries, choso doesn’t stop. you’d think he’d gone deaf from how hard your thighs were pressing on his ears. truth is he can hear you loud and clear. he just wants to make sure he gets every single drop of your release down his throat.

he’s only had a sneaky taste of it after he helps you finish on his fingers. when you’re finally off the high and sleeping wrapped in his arms like a baby, he’ll bring his digit to his lips, childishly licking at them to get whatever remnants are on his fingers onto his tongue. but it won’t be long before pangs of guilt and shame cover him, and his hand will settle right by your side.

but now? there’s no way he’s about to give this up. he can feel it. the way you’re tightening around his tongue, how your moans are starting to crack just like they always do.

and he’s right because your thick release is hitting his throat in no time, flooding his mouth as he slurps up every last drop.

when he finally lets you free from his vice grip, you’re both panting and sweaty. his chin is entertained covered in your release. you can barely keep your eyes open, but you can hear how choso is fighting to get rid of his pants next.

it’s not long before Choso’s lips collide with yours in a much softer kiss. he’s been slightly… satiated. but his boner is getting more painful by the second, and he misses the way you envelop him so dearly.

he doesn’t break the kiss as he hooks his elbows under your knees. he’s pushing up, not stopping u til your calves are rested perfectly against his shoulders. he didn’t know you could bend like that. you didn’t know you couldn’t bend like that. but both of your trains of thought are broken when he finally pushes into you. a short string of curses falls from his lips when you clamp down around him just like you always do.

and regardless of how impatient he’s been all this time, choso never fails to fuck you properly. his thrusts are calculated and deep, each one making your entire body twitch under him.

you never fail to give him the praise he deserves either, telling him he’s doing so well they turn his harsh grunts into weak whines.

but he loses all composure when you call him ‘my good boy’. you can swear you hear him sob, but the noise gets drowned out fast by the sound of skin slapping as he picks up the speed of his hips

your eyes are crossing, fingers dipping into his shoulders when his pelvis starts to brush your overstimulated clit. he’s hitting everything so right, deep whispers of your name breezing through your head as he pounds into you.

you’re practically an inch away from getting fucked into a concussion but it’s the least of your worries right now. you’ve missed this—you’ve missed him. it’s the moments where he’s so raw with you, no masks of shame or fear covering how he truly feels that you love the most. this is the cost that you love.

but you’re still a human being, and one with limits. your orgasm is bubbling hard in the pits of your belly, so you’re tightening your own hold on him, mumbling about how you’re getting close. and you barely last another five seconds before a stupidly broken ‘i love you’ falls from your swollen lips.

those three words are sending choso over the edge so fast he can’t help the strangled noise that comes from his throat. those words are pumping energy throughout every vein of his body, and even through his orgasm, he doesn’t stop his movements. his face is digging into your neck as he rides out the rest of his high, tears dripping onto the skin of your collarbone.

you’re so confused when you recover, that you don’t know what to say! all you can do is shush him, dragging your fingers calmly through his messy strands as you try to calm him down. even through his fit, he’s still apologizing and it breaks your heart over and over. all you can do is press a sweet kiss against the side of his face and tell him how cute he looks with his face all wet like this. then he remembers.

he’s returning to your sides within seconds, setting the bouquet carefully in your arms before explaining what it’s supposed to be. they’ve already been out for quite some time though, so you’ll need to take them downstairs to place in a jar before they start to wilt too badly. but you’re in no state to walk like this.

so choso is scooping you up bridal style despite your protests and carrying you down the steps. he only puts you down to place you in front of the kitchen sink as he moves around to find a suitable container. it’s adorable you think, how proactive he is about this. but he’s done pretty quickly, and all you have to do is lean over the basin and push the jar onto the sill.

which you do with a gasp because he’s pressing onto your back, wrapping his arms around your waist. but that’s not what catches you off guard, it’s how hard he is. and with the way his hand is trailing down between your thighs, you know you don’t have long before you’ll be getting filled up again.

if you think you’ve missed him, you have no idea how much he’s missed you. and even with that, he’s so considerate! he knows how tired your legs must be, so he’s keeping you up with his vice-like grip as he fucks into you from behind right in front of the kitchen window. your brain's been turned to mush a long time ago, you don’t even care if your neighbors see you like this. all that’s on your mind is how bruised you’re going to be when choso finally lets up, and how much cum he can pump into you until he has to go for his next practice.