#because when you dont eat everything gets fuzzy

[fuzzbuns]

Arlecchino discourse is really awkward because both sides are so convinced they are right and that the other side just lacks media literacy but 9 times out of 10 the take in question is also wrong and it leaves me scratching my head a little bit….

[cloudysarts]

Screaming, crying, throwing up, eating the drywall with my bare hands, ripping up the floorboards

Please please please PLEASE, begging on my knees, more glasses Bill🙏🙏🙏

(coming from a teen who has awful vision, astigmatism, and visual snow syndrome lol)

(other bills glasses au parts can be found here and here!)

i got SUPER excited when i saw this ask, because you described THE EXACT VISION ISSUES THAT I HAVE!!!!!! :D i also have awful vision, astigmatism, and visual snow syndrome!!!!!! so yes of course ill doodle more glasses!bill for you!!! its like were both mutually projecting 🤝

first of all. this made me realize how PERFECT bill is for visual snow syndrome. for people who dont have it/dont know what it is, its a condition where your eyes get like,,,,,a fuzzy, static-like overlay. like, for me, it looks like im looking through a static filter. it gets ESPECIALLY bad in low light. which reminded me that one of bill's fears is tv static...... 👀 i just couldnt shake the mental image of bill resting for the first time in the theraprism, only to wake up to everything being FUZZY.

at first he thinks its a cruel trick that the staff is playing on him just to torture him more. nah, his eye is just fucked up <33333

ANYWAY, here are some more lighthearted doodles!!!!!!! <3

LIFE HACK!!!! did you know that if your opponent only has one eye and wears glasses, you can temporarily blind him only using a jumbo sticker?? the more you know!!! <3

hes such a drama queen <3

[shapeofallcosmos]

time to get stupid about the king again

seeing this guy on my friend's brother's ps2 right before i moved out of my hometown at age 9 was insane, like it caused such a delayed reaction that took ten years to finally kick in. i'm desensitized now, but this changed 9 year old me in a way that i can only articulate now or something. not my favorite design, but its so classic. so original. so tastefully off putting to normal people. so...katamari. In my humble opinion, his tight clothing exudes subtle yet awesome confidance. no fear, nothing to hide, he wants all of it shown off. it's really cool. And his HEAD. I want a pillow with that pattern. Purple is by far my favorite color (and i think it's his too?) and its so soothing to look at. staring at him on my tv with my already fuzzy eyesight makes it downright hypnotic.

He's stupid, your honor. EDIT:Forgot to mention they took away his chest hair. Let the man be hairy. ok ok, on to we love. (reroll version)

oh yeah baby. oh YEAH. this is the stuff of dreams. so casual. so laid back. so lovely. he's comfy. at least physically. that stupid throne we only see again in touch my katamari. what's that lever for? sorry. tangent. the blue. the flowiness of it. his neck ruff not being sharp but instead soft and gentle. A more gentle King. I love it a lot. I actually bought some pants i saw in a thrift store because it reminded me of this king. It's such a good design. oh my god i love this king. He just looks so gentle. Like he's 20% more father now. Not "king", but "father. I don't know how to describe it. I want this fit so bad. The head is also soothing to look at too! Very nice, yet again a lot more gentle feeling, especially on the eyes. I'm probably just biased because this was the first game i started with. oh well. great design 10/10 i just wish they'd slow down on using it so much in other games (reused in forever as a model, and in touch as a model. im VERY pissed about how it was used in touch.)

ew

this was funny though. though it's kind of terrifying having him smiling when he's that close to you and when you're that small. please dont eat me.

i deeply enjoy when they are shown happy together. this design kind of smells. i actually think it's worse than touch.

I. LOVE. THIS. FIT. It's SO stupid. the stupidest fit he'll ever have. I just need to see how he even walks in it.

as i have said before, this design looks very much like my bed i used to sleep in at my grandma's house. I wanna lay on him and fall asleep. Looks so comfy. i also generally love beautiful katamari and i love how he's written as sort of like a father-friend, at least in how he talks. It reminds me of how my mom talks to me. I know, that's bias, but whatever. Beautiful King is a good dad friend to me. I love him.

man. man why'd they ruin you. i weep for this design. it's over the top in a way i dont really think fits him but it's still super pretty. I'm so mad they wrote him like that in forver. sometimes its funny but most of the time its just upsetting. he's mean yeah, but not THAT mean. (Some dialogue from RoboKing implies that when the King is off doing his own thing and that thing doesn't wind up going how he wanted it to, he'd come back and take his anger out on Robo. We never see it and again, it's just text and Robo could be lying for pity points but JESUS CHRIST. It upsets me so much! How could they do that to King?!

why. why would they do this. I cant enjoy Forever's design when it's attached to that kind of writing. all i can think of is how much of a jerk he is. i hate it. it's so pretty. im mad. on to touch...

I hate you and everything you stand for. And I am also sorry for what they did to you. You didn't deserve this. Or maybe you did.

[non-fantasy]

ok i have sone words now

the way i blindly trusted laios even when it looked like he had lost then i thought oh he planned all of this (<- foolish assumption, no precedent for me to believe this, his plans often fail) and when things worked out i was so proud of him and everyone is like WOAH I CANT BELIEVE LAIOS PLANNED ALL THIS!! and kabru asked "omg laios did you plan all this from the start?" and laios face became a loading screen like. mf was just so into his special interest (monster) he accidentally succeeded at doing the impossible and saved the world....

the way marcille's lil gay ass was still able to be saved because saving falin was more important to her than her biggest desires and her life goal. pointing at her entire arc. just all of it i dont have words to describe my thoughts theres so many.

izutsumis lil chapter as her fumbass figures out only after everything that she stayed w the group this whole time because she actually does care about them. the way senshi is like a father to her. She ate the pie w vegetables in it so she can be healthy and live longer and see marcille. she was sad about not being able to hang out w her friends immediately after saying those arent her friends. Girl theyre ur besties. The way she got said when yaad thought he was gonna die cause she wanted to go on adventures together... shes so full of love and she doesnt even realize it....

chilchuck wanting to help the other halflings before he goes on to start his shop because making sure his people arent hungry means so much to him its ok bestie laios will never let anyone be hungry in his kingdom the halflings r safe u can go reconnect w ur family and ur grown ass daughters.

senshi just. Actually everything about senshi tbh. i dont have words to express my undying live for senshi. The man of all time. Peak performance.

Thistle. Thats the whole sentence.

Falin!!!! Falin who we get to see so little of but whos so important to the entire plot. Façin ehos full of love and compassion and curiosity and admiration for her friends and her brother even tho shes incredibly powerful on her own!! Falin who is so happy about her fuzzy feathery legs and shes so loved.

The way everyone worked together to eat all that meat. Even if they didnt like the idea at first.

MITHRUN!!!! MITHRUN REALIZING HE HAS WORTH EVEN LEFTOVER VEGETABLES HAVE WORTH MITHRUN WHO REALIZES HE CAN FIND NEW REASONS TO LIVE!!! KABRU AND THE ELVES GIVING HIM IDEAS TO HELP HIM MOVE AGAIN!!!!!!!!!

ough my heart.......

OUUGHHHH YEAH RIGHT YOU ARE HITTING ALL THE NAILS ON ALL THE HEADS YOUR BRAIN IS SOOOO HUGE ILU UUUUWAAA

[infiltracion]

I'LL ASK YOU A MUSIC QUESTION SINCE YOU LIKE THEM SO MUCH. GIMME SOME SONGS THAT FIT YOUR FAVORITE SHIPS FOR SOMBRA.

...ESTABLECIENDO CONEXIÓN, @spec08 .

YAYYYY this is a fun question especially for the both of us since, as mentioned often here, there is a whole blog canon that scoob and i have behind the scenes. it's the reason why my blog is not open to shipping with sombra cuz we just like these pairs so fuckin much LOL so here's the pairs. (keep in mind that this has to do with specifically scoob's portrayals of these characters. anybody reading this who happens to write these characters? does not apply to u we will have a different dynamic entirely <3 anyway with that out of the way, throwing it all under the cut bc its long since i felt the need to explain everything)

starting with our real toxic girls.... sombra & ashe. this relationship is summarized as "i girlbossed a little too close to the sun." tl;dr for any readers that aren't scoob: sombra fucks off to deadlock for a while after ditching talon, ashe gets dangerously attatched real quick to their "casual" relationship, sombra underestimated the situation bad. ashe is dangerous and now has it in her head that they should DEFINITELY get married cuz shes got everything she wants here and sombra like..... lol i dont believe in marriage? :3 (spoiler: that's not a good excuse.) now she's gotta worry about a white woman jumpscare when shes out and about after ditching deadlock. whoops!

SOMBRA @ ASHE.

JOKES ON YOU — charlotte lawrence. this entire song has just a shit ton of symbolism and the build up to just being like fuck it im done this is going too far? it was fun in the beginning but theyre in too deep now and shes gotta GO?? MESSY!

HIGHLIGHT.

drag me to death like a lit cigarette took my last breath like the smoke from my lips i've lied for you and i liked it too but my knees are bruised from kneeling to you i've had enough, but you're too hard to quit we've had our fun, now your sugar makes me sick i've lied for you and i liked it too but my makeup's ruined

ASHE @ SOMBRA.

YOUR LOVE (DÉJÀ VU) — glass animals. once again, entire song has such good symbolism n it mentions so many details that just Sound like sombra like blue hair and the references to all the tech n cameras n the whole like fleeting love situation.... also references to sombras toxic ass side of the relationship they both suck.

HIGHLIGHT.

maybe in time when we're both better at life daylight can open my eyes and you'll still be by my side but meanwhile i've got my contact high you've got your powdered lies we've got these summertime nights night by night i let you eat me alive i want you to eat me alive i want you to eat me alive

bonus: this one's a significantly funnier song but it describes their dynamic perfectly. ashe is the guy, sombra's the woman.

now the other one that's our lil endgame for these two... sombra & satya. also messy but ultimately ends pretty great after sombra is forced to get over herself. tl;dr for any readers that aren't scoob: her and satya meet on a long term talon mission (unbeknownst to satya) and get on absurdly well. tension n all but satya's focused on her work and sombras headin out anyway so nothing really comes of it. she disappears then reappears a couple years later, out of talon and highkey trying to avoid the raging deadlock leader who's mad at her for leaving her at the altar (ashe's words, not her's.) india's a pretty good curveball. the details are fuzzy here but they ultimately get back together here which is great until satya keeps jabbing her and being like FIX YOUR ISSUES OR YOURE LEAVING and shes like ://// FINE! DAMN.

SOMBRA @ SATYA.

NO ES QUE NO TE QUIERA — hello seahorse! i mentioned this one in that music meme i did because it fits sombra in general in relationships but i think it especially fits with the two of them since she's extremely avoidant... runs at any INKLING of intimacy or permanence and it fits especially well after she leaves satya that first time around and is still thinking of her.

HIGHLIGHT.

no es que no te quiera es que te necesito lejos pues es cuando estas lejos, que (yo) más te quiero

(rough translation)

it's not that i don't love you it's that i need you far away because when you're far that's when i love you most

SATYA @ SOMBRA.

VETE DE UNA VEZ — daniela spalla. funnily enough this is another spanish song but it reminds me from satya's pov before they come together for realsies. kinda accompanies the last where it's frustrating that sombra can just come and go and still be accepted back in even tho that shit HURTS.

HIGHLIGHT.

he pasado tantos días, tantas noches haciedo el duelo, el duelo por tí lo dijiste claramente no querías una vida junto a mí pero cada tanto vuelves, me llamas y sabes que jamás voy a decir que no cada tanto, vuelves, basta te pido por favor vete de una vez y ya no vuelvas

(rough translation)

i've spent so many days, so many nights grieving because of you you clearly told me that you didn't want a life with me but every so often, you come back and call me and you know i'll never say no every so often, you call me, enough. i beg of you, please. go away now, and don't come back

[dadkisser15]

Fuzzy brain

Im currently trying to read and it’s romance (of course) but all I can think of is his fucking smile and thinking about it just makes my chest feel all fuzzy and warm. It’s distracting in a way but a lot of things remind me of him so maybe there’s just something wrong with my mind; I of course don’t mind thinking about him though, I just can’t bother him right now (he’s sleeping) so that makes me kinda sad!!!!! God I miss his smile, his laugh and his presence; I love his mannerisms and I love how comfortable I feel with him. I can be kinda shy at times but his playful behavior and the way he doesn’t drop a topic immediately makes me want to open up and share. I just needed to get this out of my head real quick so I can read but my heart and head is so full of him. I feel like im going crazy but I don’t want the feeling to stop, it’s a good feeling. I wonder if he ever feels like this, id love to study his mind and figure out his thought process. I feel so ugly right now and its probably cause I just ate, I always feel so guilty when I eat even when i don’t eat much; it’s like my head is stuck in this spot where i feel like I need to insult myself for having normal human needs. Im just scared of gaining weight and being undesirable. I know, so random but the guilt is hitting me right now. Honestly, I really hate the way my mind works. I feel like I don’t have many desirable traits. I overthink and over analyze EVERYTHING, I’m awkward and so bad at conversation. I get embarrassed easily, I don’t know why but I really hate that because sometimes I get embarrassed at the most random things and it just doesn’t make sense to me. Im so bad at regulating my emotions, when I feel something it hits hard. I’ve found ways to cope with that though so it’s okay but I hate being emotional. Someone could say something and not really mean it but oh! would you look at that im fucking sobbing because im so extremely sensitive?!!!! Oh and I get jealous so easily…. I HATEEE feeling jealous. Like if I was attractive maybe some of these bad traits could be okay but im NOT. All of my life I’ve been just some ugly kid and now im just barely mid. I’ve been trying to embrace some of the features I was given but still im like cursed with the FUGLIEST build 😭. Like what the fuck… 😨😨😨😨😨 I just want to be pretty. I want him to find me pretty. Guys I wish I was a baddie 😭 fml fml fml fml fml okay I’ll go read instead of self loathing ☹️. I just want to be loved so bad, I want him and I would literally tear any woman that gets in my way. Im joking!!! Guysssss if you can get him you can have him 🩷 im kidding id fucking crash out and someone would die, like genuinely I’d hunt a bitch down for even trying. You guys think im playing but im fr that man is mine. IM JOKINNGGGGGG!!!!!! 😊 sorry, i sound crazy and fucking weird! Maybe im feeling a bit angry about something but it’s okayy. Icould literally care less like it’s not even a big deal , LIKE. ITS WHATEVERRRRRR. It isn’t whatever, I blocked this bitch but it ain’t enough I need her GONE. BYE!!!! I DONT GIVA DFUVKKKKK !!!!!! Okay I do lol sorry im so mean ☺️ it’s okay.

[bonicle]

THIS. THIS WHOLE THING IS EXACTLY WHY I HATE THOSE STUPID BACKROOMS WIKIS. like i get why you want to have your own scp adjacent page its a really cool way of categorising stuff!! But scps are in an entirely different ballpark of horror where it usually comes from how dangerous they are and how much shit the foundation has to go through to even contain them.

this turned into a jumble of everything backrooms related and is probably completely incoherent oops keep reading if youre interested in that

The og backrooms post is about an infinite space and the PARANOIA of something else being there. It works very well with the vibe of the space and general structure of it. If that paranoia gets confirmed then it becomes an entirely different type of horror. If there was a backrooms book it wouldnt be about getting chased by monsters, it would be about the main characters decent into madness as they continuously wonder if they just heard a sound or leaving marks on walls with whatever they can find to try their best to not get lost.

This just doesnt work in any other medium as well though, with video introduced we get an indisputable view into the world which would dampen the feeling of that. THIS is also why i think kane pixels backrooms series works so well, they know its not the same type of horror anymore and they actually play into it when the time is right, but other times the paranoia is kept because of the video artifacts making reality fuzzy.

AND AND AND!!! the monsters of the kane pixels series are actually belivable and realistic, as in they dont appear in every video and live in certain areas. someone could be there and not even see it, and theres always a question watching every video if theyre going to encounter anything dangerous or just find even more ominous mold on the walls which i LOVE.

so yeah. FUCK that backrooms wiki and FUCK the 12 year olds who are eating it up. ok i mean theyre 12 so i dont actually hate them but GOD theyre annoying

i know the kids have created an extensive mythology and cast of "entities" for the backrooms but that really misses whats spooky abt them tbh. for the backrooms or the poolrooms or whatever the fuck to maintain their eeriness they need to be empty, i think. they're not a haunted house. we're not in the realm of "this place hates you," its more like "this place is completely indifferent to you." cosmic horror adjacent. i think thats the key. i like the og explanation for those original backrooms images, theyre what pops up while reality is loading. thats fun. but it invites too much worldbuilding..

but MY PROPOSAL. is that we scrap like 90% of the backstory. the question "why does this place exist" needs to be answered "for no reason at all." some development corporation created an automated system for building stuff, a machine or set of machines, and a minor programming mistake sent it out of control, making vastly more space that it was originallly set to do, now its still out there making rooms and realms and we can't find it or stop it. set the system to "spa" and you get the poolrooms, set it to "office space" or "hotel" and you get the original backrooms, etc.

theyre inadvertently terraforming reality with unreality. and now it's so vast that we're stuck with it. these huge labyrinths of useless, faintly malevolent rooms. they're not here for us, they're not here for anything. but they're here. and you can get lost for days without seeing another human face. its the horror of the suburbs distilled. spaces created with humans as an only tangential concern.

[pr0dbeomgyu]

TXT REACTIONS TO YOU HAVING PERIOD CRAMPS

pairing: beomgyu x reader, taehyun x reader, hueningkai x reader

genre: fluff

beomgyu and maknae line

beomgyu

when he saw you crying on the bed, he's lowkey freaking out, thinking he did something wrong,

but he's pretty sure he didnt do anything wrong at least not until the extent that you'd be crying

he just ate the last piece of your favourite brownies, so now he's not really sure 🤨

"y/n baby, im sorry for eating the last piece of the brownies, please dont cry, i'll buy you a whole new one right now, okay," 🥺

"YOU ATE THE LAST PIECE?" 😡

you didnt intend to shout, but you were in pain, and you kept the brownie since yesterday, so

he stood still looking like a kicked puppy, so you said sorry ://

he wasnt rlly sure what to do so he tried hugging you.

"are you hurt, y/n?"

"im having period cramps,"

"oh,"

highkey freaking out

inside his head, it's literally like that spongebob meme where all the spongebobs freak out running in circles.

"what should i do?"

"nothing gyu, just help me get the heat pad and some pain killers please,"

he brought every single pain killer he could find, spreading them on the bed.

he may be a bit clueless, but he stayed by your side all the time, just so you can ask for help anytime.

also he did order the brownies, so all is fine again,

taehyun

oh this man was born ready for this.

kidding, he had been prepared for this moment ever since you started dating.

he even looked up on the internet

so you're a bit surprised when he gave you a heat pad

cause you didnt even tell him you're having your period, and you're at his house

but then again, you had been frowning and you pushed him away when you're cuddling with him while watching netflix just to crouch on the floor, to ease your sudden period cramps.

"how did you know?"

"i looked into your menstruation cycle app the other day, sorry, but i swear i didnt open anything other than that,"

"have i told you that you're so precious," 🥺

"have i told you that you're more precious, y/n,"

"so if i ask you, do you by any chance have a sanitary pad, you're not gonna be mad at me, right,"

that's when he took out a whole ass box labeled 'Y/N'S SURVIVAL KIT'

there are sanitary pads with wings, without wings, overnight ones, tampons, (he bought everything cause he didnt know which one you prefer), painkillers, chocolates, just name it.

you felt like asking him to hand in marriage right there and then,

but you figured that's a lil bit over the top, so you just gave him a quick peck.

he even set up the bed for you to lie down on,

he's very thorough, so when you got comfy on the bed, he'd ask if your back hurts

he'd massage your back if it does, also expect being showered by comforting words.

hueningkai

i dont think hueningkai will freak out cause he has two sisters,

his heart breaks when he saw you crying because of period cramps

cause his sisters had told him how much it hurts

so i think the moment you told him, he'd just help you get comfortable and give you one of his favourite plushies to hug,

he wont even let you touch the plushie on normal occasions

so your heart melts at this,

but you didnt tell him, cause you didnt want him to be a brat about it

he has an adorable habit of giving belly rubs so he'd definitely do this,

and you felt much better,

it doesnt really help ease the pain, but you felt cared and loved, and you felt a lil bit fuzzy, so it helped you get your mind off it.

will definitely cuddle you to sleep

"are you sleeping y/n?"

"no, why?"

"i actually wanted to go to the bathroom since 15 mins ago,"

"you should've told me," 😥

"i didnt want to wake you up," 🥺

[poppy-metal]

so uh,,,,this ended up being alot softer then i was expecting LMAO.

Bully!eren x reader

Cw: not alot, some smut at the end. Tame for me but i was in my FEELINGS okay.

Word count: 2.3k

The familiar sleek black of erens benz pulls up to the side of your house as you walk home from a late night trip to the grocery store, pints of ben & jerrys ice cream in the bags, as well as several other snack items one might munch on to cram for an exam, which is what you planned on doing. 

You side step more onto the sidewalk when he pulls up beside you, still driving just slow enough to match your pace. He rolls down the window, jerking his head, “Just the girl i wanted to see,” he drawls hooking his arm out his window to lean out a little, he grins, “its fate” 

You scrunch your nose up and scoff “Stalking is another word for it, jaeger”. You look him over suspiciously, “you wanted to see me?” 

He rolls his eyes. He’s wearing aviator sunglasses, pushed up his forehead. Loitering in front of your house like this, you’re aware of how different the worlds you live in are. Everything about eren is expensive, from his car to his sunglasses to his clothes, even the way he smells, the cologne he wears, all tells how important he is. Meanwhile here you are in your oversized hoodie and leggings, hands full of stuff you’d bought from the convenience store, prepared to spend your night busting your ass to even stay in the college you had to claw your way to get into, wherein he had gotten in without even trying. You’re not self conscious, at least not usually. You’d never yearned to be apart of erens world too terribly, and it was eren who always sought you out, not the other way around, when there was plenty of rich girls right up his alley and status that would be glad to be with him and yet here he was at 11pm at night. You try to push down the way your heart flutters at that fact.

“Uh huh. Get in the car, bambi, m��taking you somewhere” his teeth are a flash of white against the night, promising trouble, as always. Your grip on your bags tightens, as does your heart in your chest. You glance away, “i have to study” 

“Study?”

Your brows pinch together and you hold up your bags “Not that you’d care, jaeger, but some of us have to actually study to achieve our goals. I can't entertain you tonight, im busy” 

Eren doesn’t look put out in the slightest, glancing down at your bags with casual disinterest“You dont need to study”. And then he looks up at you and meets your eyes, your breath catching, they look closer to the shade of seaglass today. “You’re smarter than anyone i know, ___, and i know alot of people. Whatever you want to pass? You’re already there. Just come with me, please”  

Your eyes widen and your heart spasms in your chest, caught off guard by the raw honesty in his voice. He has moments like this, where he usually teases you and gets under your skin but sometimes he says something that makes everything in you jolt. Its not fair. Its confusing and it messes with your head, makes it fuzzy, weakens you and makes you do things you’d never do with a clear mind.  

You wish you could fight it, wish you could roll your eyes and tell him no and do what you need to do. But you don’t. Huffing you say, “Ugh, fine. Just let me put this stuff up, my ice creams probably already a puddle by now” you turn and rush up to your house, ears burning when you hear him call out, “Thatta girl!” 

You try not to put everything away to hastily, thinking he ought to squirm just a little, but even you can’t deny the eager buzzing under your skin. When you clamber into the passenger seat of his car eren turns to grin at you as he flicks his sunglasses back over his eyes. “Knew you’d see reason, bambi”. You roll your eyes at the nickname, crossing your arms over your chest as you side eye him warily, “where are you taking me jaeger, is this a kidnapping?” 

“Not a kidnapping when you want it, sweetheart”, eren says, putting his arm around the back of your seat as he backs up his car to make a uturn. You dont know if the flustered leap in your chest is from the petname or the way his forearm looks flexing, the cords in his neck prominent as he looks behind him for any oncoming cars. “Just trust me, yeah? You’ll like it” 

You sink in the seat, trying to get away from the warm heat of his arm so close to you, but hes taking it away soon enough, only to draw your attention again to the way his hands look steering the wheel. His hands….You turn to look out the window, opting for silence, because you feel like you’re about to lose your mind. This car is just so..him and its overwhelming your senses. It smells good, it smells like him, his cologne wafting all around you. The sleek interior of his car is crisp, clean, sharp, and just so richboy it feels surreal. You haven’t been in his car before. 

Eren seems okay with the silence though, tapping his finger idly against the wheel as soft music plays from the radio. Its strangely peaceful, actually. Before you know it, the whirring of houses and neighborhoods and highway turns into palm trees and sand. You sit up straighter, coming out of your daze when you realize eren is pulling his car into the sandy bank by a large body of water. The beach. You haven’t had a chance to go here. 

The water looks like black at this time of night, there are no waves, just sparkling dark abyss that stretches out for ages and ages, glittering under the moonlight. There are no other cars parked close to you so its just you, eren, and the sea. 

You spend quite awhile gawking at the ocean before you come to your senses and turn to face eren. He has his elbow propped on the wheel, chewing idly on his thumb as he peers at you from over his sunglasses. A small smile is playing at his lips as he watches you. 

You gape, “What…” 

“You’re cute when you’re excited, you know” his voice is low, dropped in that way that makes your toes curl in your shoes. You ignore the way your heart skips at his words, probing him, “Why did you bring me here, ren?” 

He turns to face forward, flipping the radio off so theres no background noise between the two of you. Taking his sunglasses off the folds them and puts them on the dash, sighing as he watches the ocean from out the windshield, gnawing on his lips. Tap, tap, tap, his fingers on the wheel go as you wait for him to speak. “Last week,” he starts, glancing at you, “When we had to do those presentations in class about places we feel at home..you talked about the library” 

He laughs under his breath like its some kind of endearing joke, shaking his head a little. You dont speak. “The library is where i first saw you, you know? I mean, before all this, before i..talked to you, i noticed you before you ever noticed me.” A small secret smile plays on his lips, “You were reading ‘percy jackson and the lightning thief’, and you haid your hair in pigtails. Your glasses were way to big your face. My first thought was ‘wow she looks like an owl’, but then i saw you laugh at something on the page and my second thought was ‘i want to know her’. We were in middle school.” 

Green eyes connect with yours, “You still go there, i know. But anyway..this is. My place, i guess”. He purses his lips “i figure since i'm always intruding on your little sanctuary , i’d let you see mine” 

You take everything he just said in. He’d known about you, noticed you, since middle school? You hadn’t acknowledged him until sophomore year of highschool, hadn’t spoken to him since senior year, when this tug and pull had first begun between you two. You remembered that day, your mother wouldn't buy you the series so you’d relied on constantly re-reading the books at the library. It was around that time you began to see that place as something special, too. Tucked away from the world, you could lose yourself in another's story. It was like magic. And to realize eren had been there the whole time, had glimpsed that, realized that the library was your special place, that he’d even payed attention to your presentation in class at all in the first place...that he was here, showing you something of himself in return, even though you’d never asked. You’d wondered of course. 

Eren was an enigma, he was on most days, the bane of your existence. He had made your life a living hell on many occasions, but with that, he also made you feel more alive than ever before. He’d dragged you out of your bubble and challenged you to see the world beyond school and books and fiction, he raised your emotions and forced you to experience everything head on. Anger, confusion, happiness, anxiety, thrill, lust and…

You look at him. The way the moonlight curls into the car like a kind of mist, making his eyes look absolutely beautiful. The soft wave to his brown hair, his eyelashes, everything about him made you ache with desire. All the time, even when you swore you hated him, you wanted him. 

“Kiss me”. Its whispered out so low, for a moment you worry he might not hear it. Its the first time you’ve asked for him, reached for him first without his taunting to guide a confession from you. With this request, filling the air between you, you’re making it known that you want him, want this. It doesn’t change anything and yet it somehow changes everything. You can’t look in the mirror and tell yourself he doesn’t occupy your mind and your heart anymore. Not after this. 

Eren seems to realize this too, his intake of breath letting you know he heard you loud and clear. “__..” he says, inching closer. His eyes, dark now, are so very hungry as he closes in. In a moment his lips, soft, so soft, are on yours. You sigh into his kiss, opening for him easily when his tongue glides into your mouth. His hand comes up to cup your jaw, tenderly, thumb stroking it. God, you want to eat him, you want him to eat you. The wet smack of your lips fills the car as you hungrily nip, and suck, and kiss at each others lips. 

When eren pulls back, he’s panting, hair disheveled. You don’t remember when your hands first sunk into his hair, but they must have, messed up as it is now. He looks at you like he wants to devour you, he licks his lips. “I’m gonna put your seat back,” he tells you slowly, each word dripping with finality, “im going to kiss every inch of your body and then you’re opening those legs for me and letting me inside, baby” 

You don’t have it in you to act scandalised, you know what you want. You’d basically asked for it. You just nod, never taking your eyes off his face when he reaches down and pulls the lever. And then you feel yourself being tilted backwards as the seat goes back, laying you flat. Your chest heaves with barely contained need as eren then settles above you, every clothed inch of him hovering just barely above you. 

Holding your eyes, eren lowers himself. You spread your legs easily to accommodate him, gasping when you feel his clothed cock settle right against your clit through your leggings. He rocks once, gently, against you, his hair hanging over his forehead as he looks down at you with utter want in his eyes, “Want you to feel me”, he murmurs, and rocks again, “Wanna fill you up so good, you can’t ever pretend that im not apart of you. Because, this, baby?” Another rock, a shuddered moan leaving your lips, “This is it. No ones gonna fuck you like i do, no ones gonna get inside that little head and play the games we play so well together.” 

One of his hands trails up your thigh, dipping his hand under the fabric of your leggings and pulling them slightly down, he pecks your lips, once, twice, three times. “Tell me”, he groans into your mouth, peeling your clothes off you slowly, “Tell me you understand, Tell me this is everything” 

And you tell him. Tell him through your whimpers when he parts the folds of your slick cunt with his fingers buried inside you. Tell him through your moans into his mouth when he shoves his jeans down and splits you open on his cock. Tell him through sighs of his name, when he rocks into you, licking into your mouth as he spears you open. Tell him through the way you claw your fingers down his back when starts to fuck you hard, rocking the car with the force of his thrusts. Tell him through the way you spread your legs, even wider, toes curling as he wrings orgasm after orgasm out of your tight little pussy milking him. 

“Its everything, you’re everything…” You cry out again and again, clutching onto him as he pumps you full of his cum, groaning brokenly into your neck. 

“Fuck”. He pulls back to look down at you, brushing your damp hair back from your face, still inside you. “You’re gonna fucking kill me, you little nerd” 

[thenastyotherblog]

Bruh we need more of dat Father Yamada! Uhm…is it ok you do a lil fic of when Hizashi gets to spend some time alone with his kiddo? Like reader had to go out and i just want him and Baby Yamada to have some fun…you see I totally didn’t make an actual kid and name him Hibiki Yamada. 👀. I love your woooork!

WE SURE NEED MORE YAMADAD OUT THERE! 

I sure can! I honestly have never write kids/babies before so I hope this is ok! 😅

Ps. Thats such a cute name! Love that its sound related 👀I totally didnt name my own Yamada Kid Oboro inside my head because of this post, cough cough. 

Ps, ps. I call the reader on this “mom/mommy” but use they/them pronouns, hope thats ok too. 

You storm through the apartment, grabbing your stuff and carelessly throw it inside your bag while your husband and child watch you struggle to put your coat and your shoes at the same time.

Today was supposedly be your day off and you two had a whole day planned to hang out as a family or so you thought. There has been some type of crisis at your job and they need you there ASAP. 

"Mommy works real hard dont they?" Hizashi kisses his son, closing the door behind him. "Yes they do! Yes they do!" He trots back to the kitchen, peppering Hibiki's chubby cheeks with kisses making the toddler laugh as he puts him down into his highchair; Might as well eat some breakfast now that they both are awake. 

"Call me if you need anything ok?" You say, kissing Hizashi on the lips and your son little fuzzy head before running out the door. "Dont forget to give Hibiki his evening snack he gets real irritated if you dont! I will see you guys at night!"  

Hizashi waves you goodbye as he yells an "I LOVE YOU!" your baby doing the same, thought no words come out from his mouth but just some loud baby noises. 

Hizashi pours some yogurt into a bowl, cutting some strawberries and a banana, tossing the fruit into the bowl as well. 

"Breakfast coming right up!" Hibiki squeals digging his little hands into the bowl, grabbing a whole handful of yogurt and fruit and putting into his mouth. The boy already making a mess in a matter of seconds, Hizashi unsurprised, sipping on a fresh cup of coffee. "If your mom was here they would be very upset with you Hibiki" Hizashi says, his son barely putting any attention to him, more concern about pouring the contents of his plate into the tray of his chair "Good thing they arent here right now!" He smears a little bit of yogurt into the toddler's nose, whose eyes widen before bursting into laughter.

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"Arent you cute, little listener?" Hizashi coos as he dresses Hibiki up. "We need to thank Auntie Nemuri for these clothes" She sures knows how to pick up baby clothes, his little boy looks so damn cute with the navy blue overals and the long sleved stripped shirt. His curly gold locks stand even more with the blue colors, Hizashi's hands tremble for this cuteness overload, making it more difficult to take a picture of his adorable son. After some tries, the perfect picture finally comes up and he inmediatly send it to you with the caption "look at this cutie!"

"THE FORM! THE POSE! HIBIKI YAMADA DOES IT AGAIN!" Hizashi doesnt pay any attention to the other parents glancing at him, only focusing at his giddy toddler, who likes to give him mini heart-attacks everytime he goes face first down the slide; Is a good thing that within becoming a parent you gain cat like reflexes and this boy sure likes  to test him. Is worth the little scare, just to see him so happy.  

"Alright!" He exclaims "Lets see if we have everything! You ready Biki?" The little boy stands up, watching his dad from his playpen with his big green eyes. "Diapers, baby powder, wet wipes, everything for you lil bump!" Hibiki babbles something that he takes as approval. "Juice boxes! Oh! Arent you lucky little guy? Mom packed your favorite snacks! Some cheese sticks! Aaaand pear!" Hizashi barely holds his own laughter as his son squeal excited at everything he is listing; He then straps the baby carrier to himself, bag hanging on his shoulder. "OK! UP WE GO!" He slips his energetic toddler to the carrier. "Ready to hit the park?" Hibiki whine making a grab notion towards his little playpen. Ah! Of course! How could he forget? Carefully, Hizashi reach inside, grabbing a plump plushie; Is a little bright yellow bird, Hibiki's favorite toy and the one he would always carry around. "There you go! Now if we got everything, LETS GO!"

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Hibiki howls with laughter as he goes down the slide, his dad not too far behind him; The moment he hits the ground, he is up again, climbing up to the ladder once again as fast as his little feet can.

Sometimes he would go down the "normal" way, others he would lay down his stomach or upside down, whatever form he could think of.

It was the not so normal ways where his dad would quickly catching before his head could hit the ground but also it would be the only way to make him use "the voice".

Hibiki goes one last time down the slide before run off somewhere else with another kid, Hizashi sighs, sitting down in a bench watching his son play.

  "Your son sure does have energy!" A woman sitting beside him says, a little girl a bit older than Hibiki hides her face against her mother's side.

  "He sure does!" Hizashi says with a smile. Maybe too much energy sometimes, he thinks. The memory of all those sleepless nights where his kid refused to sleep for unknown reasons, waking both parents up only to find him jumping on his bed.

"There's nothing of myself on that kid huh?" You used to say sometimes, not really upset, just an observation. But you were wrong, Hizashi could see so much of you on Hibiki; The way he laugh until he was breatless or how he frown when he is angry, closing his eyes and puffing out his cheeks. That was you, right there. 

"He looks just like you too!" The mother points up, chuckling behind his hand.

The man nods, laughing to himself. Hibiki does look just like him, same blonde hair, same vivid green eyes; A carbon copy Aizawa had said the first time his friend got to hold his newborn. 

"Oh my-" The woman blurt out, making Hizashi step out of his daydreaming in time to see his darling son trip and fall.  

Hibiki pushed himself up, sitting down on the ground, nose red and some dirt sticking to his forehead. For a moment the toddler stayed quiet, probably too shocked to react but only for a few seconds. He then started to tear up, his lips trembling before bawling his little lungs out. 

"I-is he alright?" The little girl asks, her head now pocking out from her hideout.

"Aww fu-" Hizashi cuts himself, mother and daughter watching him. "Fudge" He says, excusing himself with a smile before taking a run for his crying child. "Awn! Little listener!" Hibiki cries harder, his small hands sweeping his tears. "Its ok little bird! Its alright!" The man picks up his toddler, softly patting his back walking back to the bench.

He sits his son on his leg as he manuver to get the wet wipes out the bag. 

Hizashi smiles tenderly at her. "Just some scratchs" He wipes the dirt off Hibiki's face, there is even a solitary leaf in between his locks. Beside that, there is no signals of something more serious. "He will be ok, aint you buddy?" Hizashi kisses his son's newly clean forehead, hand rubbing his back until his cries are only whimpers. "There you go! Good as new! You want some juice, little bird?" Hibiki nods as his dad puts a small juice box between his hands. "Hey Biki, lets share some with our new friend ok? Do you want to share? Is that ok?" This time the question is direct to the mother who only nods. 

Hibiki looks at his dad and then a the little girl, handling her the juice box he is holding.  

"T-thank you!" The little girl thanks them, her face a little red. 

"You are such a good father, you know?" The woman says, smiling. 

Your heart throbs inside your chest, your hand above Hizashi's the other rubbing your son's own chubby cheek. 

"Thanks! Im really trying!" And he is;  Between being a Hero, a teacher and a radio host, Hizashi tries really hard to be a good dad. Sure there are many, many sleepless nights, where all the stress of the day weighs him down horribly. But its all worth it when at the end of the day he gets to come home to the both of you.

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"Im home!" You announce, a tired sigh escaping your lips, kicking your shoes off. You are welcome by the sound of the tv but not your usually lively husband. "Zashi?" You try calling him, tossing your stuff at the doorway. "Za-" You cut yourself short, your eyes widen and your hand inmediatly going for your phone.

There in the couch, lays your husband and in top of him your child. Both of them fast asleep.  

"So cute!" You mutter to yourself, snapping a couple of pictures. Hizashi moves slightly, the hand holding Hibiki tightning around him so his son doesnt fall. His eyes opening just a bit.

"Heeey Songbird" His voice sounds a bit husky thanks of the nap, lazily he kisses you, his hand rubbing your cheek. "Welcome home love, we missed you" 

Goddamn you love your boys. 

"I missed you guys too".

[graveyard-thoughts]

Hi, so I'm not an expert or anything remotely close to that but i do suffer from dissociation episodes and im pretty sure im autistic. In my case i do tend to talk to myself when im alone, like full conversatioms and debates as if im talking to other people. Those debates tend to echo in my mind for days on end and add up to the other 'conversations' i have with myself. As I think that during those debates i think of the conversatiom being between two versions of me (like my brain is on version of me and i am the other but at the same time i am the same being?)

I struggle to to identify as anything really, especially when asked to introduce myself as i dont believe that wjat i enjoy and any hobbies i have are actually something i enjoy. Like i constantly doubt my self. Do i really enjoy art? Or is it just something im moderatly good at? Is reading something i do for fun? Or is it the only socially appropriate form of dissociation? Am i actually autistic? I have so many self doubts as i feel to jot be a person just a being trying to fool the rest of humanity into thinking i am one of them and constantly failing.

Disassociation happens daily if im bored or if i want to kill a bit of time, nothing to big. But on the other hand there are times where i feel myself fading or being pulled under from the now and the world slowly blurrs at the edges. I only realise ive been absent once i snap back into my consciousness spot (like i feel my consciousness and entire being is in the middle of my forhead). In those cases i feel fuzzy as if i woken up from a unprompted nap.

Then there's the strong dissociation episodes. The ones that yank you forcefully under even thought i gight them they eventually win. It feels like someone is draping a heavy blanket over me and draging me under against my will. Once i return from those i feel lost amd unsure of where, what and who i am.

Other time im just existing when i get hit with this intense feeling and suden awareness the makes my soroundings seem fake. It comes over me from the inside out this gut feeling that i dont know what i am and that i am a fake an unreal creature wearing this human body trying and failing to do the human things.

The sudden realization that i dont know who I am. That everything ive erver done and will ever do is a not real and wont matter. Sometimes i would look at myself in the mirror wouldn't assimilate the person staring back as me. Because if i dont know who i am then how is that human me?!

Sorry for the long rant. Ive never been able to express these thoughts before, and they eat at me. I hope this helps, even if it doesn't clear up any of your confusion it at least shows that you're not alone struggling with similar thoughts and feelings

okay, this is me specifically asking people with dissociative disorders, because it's been bugging me for years but i've never felt the courage to say it because it might sound stupid

i am someone that hasn’t been through early childhood trauma. the first traumatic experiences i can recall are being bullied between 2008-2012 (social exclusion and emotional/verbal abuse, from ages 8-ish to 13, as well as parents with insane expectatives until age 18). i can barely recall events from before that, mostly because of memory repression and a combination of depression and autism (i believe?)

so i'm someone that doesn’t have a strong sense of self. i am aware of the things i like, and i can describe myself, but aside from that, i don't really have a solid sense of identity you could say. I've always wanted to be someone else, preferably someone who doesn’t have to deal with this baggage of trauma and mental health problems

because of that i'm really bad at introducing myself to others besides saying my name, age, and where i'm from. i do have a lot of social anxiety, but i feel like me being bad at identifying what makes me myself and talking about myself could be different things

i have also been doing this thing for years (probably a decade or more), in which, when i'm by myself, i "shift" into another identity and act like i'm another person, as in changing my voice, my mannerisms and behavior, you get it. very often i find myself talking to a fake audience, like i'm broadcasting what i'm doing. this has grown into these personas having their own names and identities, which i perceive as being stronger than my actual identity sometimes

i don't recall having ever dissociated, not even under very stressful situations. i don't exactly know what dissociation or depersonalization feel like, but i do ocassionally zone out and feel like i'm just a brain controlling a body, periods during which i kind of stop thinking and/or attention to my surroundings, and after which i feel confused. sometimes i also feel slightly disoriented and distracted as well

i have no idea if this has a name, or if this is just a way for me to cope with my depression and my traumatic experiences, in which i have become my imaginary friends in a way (i used to have imaginary friends while i was being bullied, but i no longer think i have them?)

if someone knowledgeable could tell me if what i've been experiencing is an actual thing that happens, i would be incredibly thankful. i have thought of bringing this up to my psychiatrist and my therapist, to see if they know if there’s something truly wrong with me

[memecatwings]

in the version of one piece that exists in my brain instead of being violently offensive charicatures the people on queer island try to give sanji therapy (because he obviously needs it with his whole "men only understand violence and women exist to be worshipped" thing (he's like an abused rescue dog)) so he'll finally come out of the closet he's barricaded himself in from the inside but sanji is staunchly insisting that he is a cisgender heterosexual man but the inhabitants of queer island are like "cisgender heterosexual men dont end up on queer island thats just how it works so clearly somethings up here" and then sanji is like "well im not gay - that time i hooked up with luffys brother doesnt count. and so what if i get distracted by zoros chest sometimes - tits are tits. and feeling warm and fuzzy when usopp asks my opinion on spices is because of my pride at being consulted as a chef. and i dont get butterflies every time luffy compliments my cooking and eats everything i cook." and everyone trying to get him to come around to being queer is just like "what the fuck" and the entire thing has the same energy of that one scene from spongebob. you know. this one

[strawbxrryneptune]

Squirt Gun

Please don't come for me with the title I'm literally writing this in Statistics lmao

Warnings: Pistol whipping, gun kink, hood bakugou because that's honestly a danger, a chair dies, dry humping?? (reader humps a gun), dirty talk, daddy kink, brat reader, pain kink, cum play, cum eating, you literally like fuck next to a dead body is that exhibitionism LMAO, this is very agressive and angry and heavily unedited

Happy Bakugou Day !!!! @hanji-is-life

Prev (dont have to read that to understand)

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Today was not it. You lost your wallet, left your phone in the car, the shoes you were eyeing got bought right in front of you, and to top it all off your boyfriend blew you off for date night. You were not in the mood for any bullshit, but unfortunately that's exactly what Bakugou had planned for you

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Walking into your shared place, you look around the empty living room, noticing the table is set and there's food on the counter. You take your shoes off and make your way to Bakugou's office, not seeing him in there. Dropping your shit off in the bedroom and changing from your street clothes to a cute silk set, you trot downstairs to the basement where your man keeps his...clients. You hear muffled crying and figure he's doing an "interview". He always told you not to disturb him when he's working, but you couldn't care less at this point, opting to be a brat.

You bust the door open, making the client jump and Bakugou's head turn towards the door, only able to see your fuzzy slippers as you trot down the stairs, stopping halfway down.

"Katsuki Bakugou! You skipped date night for this shit?"

You see Bakugou clench his fist, taking a deep breath before turning towards you, snarling up at you.

"Thanks for letting this fucker know my name, Brat."

You scoff, making your way down the rest of the stairs.

"Oh please, just kill him and get your stupid ass upstairs. I wanna spend the night with my boyfriend !!"

Bakugou silently makes his way towards you, rage making him shake. You take your eyes up and down his figure, taking in his black wife beater and black sweats, signature gold chain resting against the swell of his pecs and glittering rings adorning his thick fingers. His right fist is clenched while his left grips onto his glock, and your face flushes with the memory of what he had to do to it. You jump slightly when Bakugou slams the gun into the railing of the stairs, glaring at you through crimson eyes.

"You want me to hurry up, yeah? Why don't you kill him yourself, Ma."

You huff, stomping down the stairs, the look of amusement on the man's face making you pause.

"She's gonna kill me? This pretty little-"

He's cut off with a click and a bang, Bakugou holding the glock up to the mans forehead, red eyes showing no mercy.

"God, he didn't know how to shut up."

You roll your eyes and turn around to go back upstairs when you feel a big hand grabbing your wrist.

"Nd where do ya think yer' goin, Mama? I'm not done with your bratty ass. On the chair, legs spread."

You bring wide eyes over to the only chair in the room, the one the man is sitting on.

"B-but-"

"Bu bu but nothin'. You wanted to be a little bitch, so now you gotta pay the consequences, Princess. Don't make Daddy repeat himself hm?"

You make your way over to the wooden chair, pushing the slumped man off with a grunt before situating yourself on it, crossing your legs and fixing Bakugou with a defiant stare. He snarls down at you, walking briskly over before clocking you with the glock, the sting on your cheek bringing tears to your eyes and wetness to your panties.

"Such a disobient little cunt."

With the last word, he lands a harsh smack of the gun against your thigh, using it to pry them open.

"I was gonna buy you sum cute shit with the money that freak owed me, but you just couldn't be patient, could you?"

You whine at that, muttering a ,

"You flaked on me-"

"Me? I flaked on you? Nah Princess, check ya fuckin calendar cause date night was here. Tonight, and you blew me off to go shopping. Made yer favorite dish and everything and now it's all shitty and cold."

You pout up at him with a tremble bottom lip, mumbling a string of m' sorry Daddy's before getting cut off when he pops you once again, this time with his ring clad hand.

"Too late now, Ma. Hands behind you, legs spread. If you make a single sound, I'll shove my glock back into your pretty mouth, but this time I ain't letting you breath. "

As if he had let you breath before.

You spread your legs open, clasping your hands behind your back and holding back a squeal when he shoves the gun into your panties, pressing it against your clit before shoving your thighs closed and commanding you to grind. You stare in shock before getting a sharp slap to your thigh.

Immediately you grind your hips against the nozzle of the gun, your mouth hanging open in ecstacy when the ridges rub you just right. Bakugou grabs the back of your neck, spitting onto your tongue before dragging his tongue along yours and capturing your lips, reaching down and flicking your nipples through your shirt.

You arch up into his hands, trying your hardest to hold in your whines. He pulls away and moves to your ear, kissing on it before whispering against you.

"Such a little slut, hm? Grinding against my glock like that. I could just pull the trigger and you'd be done, just like that."

Your hips stutter against the weapon, breathing labored.

"Oh? Does my dirty girl like that?"

You look up at him with teary eyes, silently pleading for him to let you cum, speak, anything.

He chuckles, pushing the metal up against your clit harder and whispering a breathy,

"Cum all over my glock, Mama."

And you're gone, creaming your panties and the gun, silently convulsing as you try your hardest not to let a sound out. Bakugou mumbles a series of good girl's into your hairline before lifting you up and placing you on his lap, sweats pulled down under his ass to let his meaty cock spring up, giving you a moment to adjust before sliding home, making you gasp out.

"Don't bother hiding those pretty moans, babygirl. Let Daddy hear you, yeah?"

You nod, your mind fuzzy and blank from the pleasure. He grabs your hips and slams you down onto him, canting up into you and huffing into your ear, his chain knocking against your breasts. He moans into your ear when you clench hard around him, bringing the glock up once more and shoving it into your mouth, making you taste yourself. You close your eyes and moan around it, before its yanked out and Bakugou growls out a quick,

"Fuck, let me taste."

He licks the shaft of the gun, unsatisfied with what remains. He quickly captures your lips and dominates your mouth, groaning when the taste of you, all of you, clouds his mind.

You whimper to let him know you're right there, and he let's you know he is too.

You cum together, hard, Bakugou's hips shaking and his eyes crossing as you milk him for all it's worth.

You slow your riding to a slow stop, about to say something when you here creaking. You make eye contact with him before the armchair underneath you cracks, sending you both crashing to the ground in a fit of confused laughter.

"Fuck, I got a splinter in my ass!!"

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[oriocookie]

drew please give me the ugly doll dream details I’m scrolling ur blog and v intrigued -meri

ok. a few things you need to know: 1) i was seven and had just gotten an ugly doll (the pink one, from the movie) 2) they were advertising for ugly dolls back then and if i remember correctly i saw an advertisement in a mechanic shop window? either it was that or nowadays its a mechanic shop window and back then it was something else 3) this was over 10 years ago so some things are fuzzy, especially dialogue and background details, but i promise i have the main idea of everything i can remember 4) anyone who doesnt have context: i dreamed up the start and what is basically a better plot to the uglydolls movie when i was seven. heres the full thing.

the dream started off with, and i swear to god, the exact same sequence in the movie. with the fuckin duck. he got knocked off the assembly line bc he wasn't perfect and he fell through a pipe and landed in a big pile of fabric scraps and fluff.

he was the main character in my dream and he felt bad that these other dolls always felt terrible about themselves because there were all these posters on the wall of what they were Supposed to look like. He tried to tear them down but they were made of metal and he couldnt get them off.

So he went up into the Boxed World (thats what it was called, everyone stayed in their boxes on the shelf and waited to be shipped out) and found a doll who's box was a little open. i think it was like one of those 18in american girl doll ripoffs. she was staying very still and quiet bc if any of the machines noticed her box was open shed be sent back for repackaging and if they did THAT theyd notice that her hand/thumb (cant remember) was a bit cracked and theyd get rid of her.

so this toy being a squeaky duck, he drew the machines attention, and then she just fuckinf. ran for it. bust out of her box, scooped duckie up, and just ran. duckie pointed out where to go to get to the rejects village and she jumped into the pipe

as she was sliding her hand/thumb broke off(i really think it was her hand but im having so many visuals of a cracked ag doll thumb attached to this memory so who knows)

and they both tumbled into the reject village.

doll was really sad that her hand/thumb came off so one of the other ugly dolls made a mitten to cover it! and she was so proud of it because the mitten matched the rest of her red clothes.

ok so there was a couple things that happened, i dont remember so blah blah blah fast forward

the doll tells the ugly dolls that theres a boat leaving tonight to ship the dolls to different stores. they all hatch a plan to sneak aboard and try to find families of their own. there was a big squishy group hug that i think im still yearning for deep down.

the way they got on the boat was to climb up one of the factory smokestacks and jump. and i remember a bunch of them surrounded the doll and became like a cushion since she might break and the rest of them wouldnt. and they jumped onto the ship and snuck down to the storage rooms, where a boxed doll yelled at them and said they had no place on the boat.

they just left her yelling in her box and hid under a bench?? i think it was?? on the ship deck.

anyway boat starts sinking

there was an unoccupied life boat on the deck and all the dolls clamber inside. then the other dolls in their boxes start floating to the top. one floats close enough and it's the mean doll from before. shes trapped in her box and pounding on the inside and freaking out.

our doll whips off her mitten and uses her jagged hand/thumb to saw through the mean dolls box and bindings and frees her, helping her climb into the lifeboat. she doesnt immediately throw her arms around our doll but shes a lot quieter about sharing a boat with "rejects" (i remember that she called them that bc i had JUST learned that word)

days pass. good thing toys dont need to eat. theyre all asleep in a pile when suddenly the boat bumps up on shore.

the dolls all sit up, falling off each other, and peek over the edge of the boat. the beach is pretty much empty, except for a few fishers and a walker.

the boat starts to slide back into the water, and they all scramble out. after a quick discussion, they decide to just scatter on the beach and hope kids might find them.

the duck takes a seat in the sand, and feels eyes on him. its our doll, watching him fearfully. "i'm scared." she says. "i'm broken."

"so are the rest of us." the duck says, moving to join her. "but i'll stay near you, and maybe someone will pick up both of us."

they both lay back on the sand, a few hours later, a little girl, about four, finds them, and takes them both home.

and every night, they get to snuggle up with their kid.

[sirtommyholland]

Four Years of Birthdays

A/N: Hey everyone! This isn’t my first time writing for Harry but my first time actually posting it so I’m very excited! This is inspired by the little piece I wrote on Tom Holland’s birthday, I wanted to make a similar concept. Hope you guys like it, and happy birthday to our beloved baby boy Harry Styles! We love you so much!💜

Word Count: 2.4k (she tiny because I suck)

Summary: Harry’s four different birthdays with Y/N in differents points of his life. 

Fluff all the way! with like a little talk about sexual themes because I had to.

poc friendly and plus size friendly (I think, please tell me if I made a mistake!) because we dont blush bright red or swim in men’s clothes in this house💫

2019 - 25th Birthday

Spending his birthday with Y/N was one of Harry’s favourite things. Over the last ten years of his life, she had missed quite a few of them as he was on the road and she was back home in London, going to uni and living a normal life. It was only the last couple of years that he was able to be home on his birthday, his solo career allowing him a bit more freedom to arrange his schedule as he wanted. 

This year, he had wanted to have a quiet birthday, just with his family and close friends. And of course, his girlfriend, who was currently climbing on his back on the bed, trying to coax him out of sleep. 

“Loviee” she whined into the back of his neck between kisses. “Wake up.”

“No.” his voice was deeper than usual as he groaned, trying to bury himself more into the pillows to avoid the bright sunlight in the room. “‘M sleepy.”

“But it’s your birthday.” she protested with a kiss to a small part of his cheek that wasn’t hidden away. “I need to give you your 25 kisses.”

“Just 25?” he frowned, raising his head from the pillow to look back at her. “That’s nowhere near enough! You kiss me more on a regular day.”

“Hmm..” she pretended to ponder his words, one of her hands going up to brush away the soft curls that fell on his forehead. “Then how about I give you a blowie for 25 minutes?”

Even if she couldn’t see his face, she would still be able to hear the grin in his voice. “Now that’s more like it.” He was turning over and laying on his back in a heartbeat, tugging at her thighs to make her straddle him again. 

She complied, throwing one leg over his hips and gently sitting on thighs, not putting her full weight. She leaned down to softly brush her lips against his, once, twice, three times. “Happy birthday, baby.”  she sighed against them, rubbing her nose against his lovingly. 

“Thank you, angel.” he smiled, letting his hands roam over the soft material of her shirt. “I reckon it’s gonna be the best one so far.” 

“Really? Is there a reason why?” she grinned, feeling like she already knew the answer.

“Because this is the first one I’m waking up with you as my girlfriend. Finally,” he sighed. “I can kiss you for real instead of making a wish for it when I blow out the candles.”

“You’re so cheesy.” she teased with a smile, leaning down to give him another kiss. “I still can't believe you wished for it.”

“Literally every year.” he confirmed, only blushing slightly under her loving gaze. “Honestly don’t know what I’m gonna wish for this time. It’s been the same thing for many years.” 

“I’m sure you’ll come up with something.” She placed a final peck to his lips, then swiftly got up from his lap. “Now get up, your mum’s expecting us for breakfast.”

“But- but- my blowie!” 

She looked back to see an adorable pout on his lips, one that she almost couldn’t resist. Almost.

“Later.” she promised, pulling him to his feet and laying a few kisses on his neck. “I’m gonna take care of you properly tonight, after your party. Along with your final present.”

“You’re a tease.” he breathed, the meaning behind her words not so hidden. She grinned, and trailed her hand softly down his back until she was grabbing his bum, giving it a firm squeeze. 

“Heyy!” he jumped, trying to grab her before she made a run for the bathroom, and failing.

“Pick your outfit, it takes ages!” she yelled through the closed door, making him huff and fall back on the bed dramatically. 

“Harry Edward Styles!” Well, guess she knew him too well.

“Yes, ma’am!”

2009 - 15th birthday

“Hello.”

Harry raised his head from the plastic cup he was refilling, to see a familiar girl looking at him with a friendly smile. 

“Hi.” he smiled back as he straightened up, silently giving her the cue to go on. 

“Sorry to bother you. I just wanted to say that I really liked your performance. You guys were incredible!” 

“Oh, thank you! Of course you’re not bothering me. I’m glad to know you liked it.” He grinned. “We’re at the same school, right? I’ve seen you around before.”

“Yeah, but we’ve never actually talked, I think. I’m Y/N, by the way. Will invited me because I live next door.” she explained, nodding towards his bandmate that was currently hosting his birthday party/small concert in his garage. 

“You don’t need to explain yourself! Next time, I’ll just have to make sure that I invite you myself.”

She grinned at his words. “That’s very nice of you, Harry. Oh, and happy birthday, by the way! I almost forgot.” Right, she was at his birthday party. She already knew his name. 

“Thank you! And thanks for coming.” 

Before she could open her mouth to say anything else, the lights were dimmed and the back entrance of the garage was illuminated with a soft, orange light as his friends brought in the cake. Off-key voices singing him happy birthday filled the space, and he made his way to his friends with a huge smile on his face, Y/N joining the small crowd around him as they waited for him to blow out the candles.

“Don’t forget to make a wish!” one of his mates yelled just as he was leaning towards the cake. 

“Sorry.” he chuckled, then closed his eyes to make his wish. I want to make music. For all my life.

Little did he know, that would be his only wish in the next ten years that didn’t involve the girl that he had just met. 

2016 - 22th birthday

“I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling twenty-two! Everything will be alright if you keep me next to you!”

“What the fuck.” he muttered into his pillow, trying to figure out if he was dreaming or if his phone was actually ringing with a Taylor Swift song. But even when he was wide awake after a few minutes he could still hear her melodic voice, so he reached out with a groan and checked the caller ID. Of course.

“How did you manage to change my ringtone all the way from London?” he answered in a groggy voice. 

“Well, good morning to you too, hun, took you long enough! I’m very good, thanks for asking! And I got Niall to do it yesterday, obviously.” 

“... Morning Y/N.” 

“Oh, stop grumbling, it doesn’t suit you. Get up and get ready, I’m gonna facetime you in thirty minutes.” And before he could say anything, she hung up on him. 

He looked at this phone in disbelief. Did she just hang up on me on my birthday?! He rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help the soft smile that appeared on his face. To be honest, there were a lot of things he couldn’t help when it came to her. 

Half an hour later, when he was freshly showered and dressed, his phone rang with an incoming facetime call just like she said. She probably set an alarm for exactly thirty minutes, he thought fondly.

Her smiling face greeted him as he accepted the call. “Happy birthday, Haz!!”

“Thanks, love.” he chuckled, eyeing the tiny cupcake in front of her through the small screen. “Whatcha got there?”

“That’s your birthday cupcake, made it myself! Was tired of shitty store-bought cake.” 

“I don’t know, it looks kind of ugly.” he joked, grinning at her mock-offended face. “I could do better. I worked in a bakery, ya know.”

“You literally just ran the register and washed the dishes.”

“Still, in a bakery!” 

She was shaking her head at his shit-eating grin, but he could still see a soft smile playing at her lips. It caused his heart to flutter in his chest. What he wouldn’t give to see her smiling at him like that everyday. 

“Anyway, candle time!” she piped, grabbing a lighter from somewhere behind the camera and lighting up the single candle on her tiny cupcake.  

Harry watched her raise the cupcake closer to the camera and she instructed him to make a wish. This routine was familiar to them now. Every year, she would video call with a different type of cake, to make up for not being able to be there with him.

Harry closed his eyes, and made the same wish that he had been making for the last six years of his life. I wish you were mine. 

He opened his eyes and blew lightly towards the screen, her actions matching his as she blew out the candle in his place. She gave a little cheer afterwards, and the brightness of her eyes warmed him up all the way down to his toes, even through a phone screen. 

They talked for a while after that, catching up on each other’s lives and discussing the dates they would be able to meet up again. She hung up with a final ‘happy birthday, love you!’ and then he was left staring at his phone, a small smile still remaining on his face. I wish you were mine. 

And later, when he logged onto his twitter account and tweeted some certain song lyrics, he only cared about one person’s reaction out of millions. 

2018 - 24th birthday

“Hey. I’ve been looking for you.” 

Harry turned towards the kitchen door that led to the back garden, seeing her slide it close to make her way towards him.

“Just taking a breather, love.” he said, accepting his woolly coat that she handed him. “Thank you.”

“Didn’t want you to catch a cold.” She sat next to him on the wooden porch bench, wrapped up in her own fuzzy coat. There was another item in her hand, a thick, heavy looking box. 

“What’s that?” he asked, pointing at it. 

“Oh, I came here to give it to you. Your final gift.” 

“Y/N.” he sighed. “The others were more than enough.” 

“I don’t think this even counts as my gift, honestly.” She grinned at the puzzled look on his face. “Just open it.” 

He did. Inside was a thick notebook, a scrapbook by the looks of it, that read ‘Happy Birthday Harry! - 2018’ 

He looked at her curiously, but she just smiled and told him to open it again. He turned to the first page, and ran his gaze across the page. His eyes widened in surprise. He quickly flipped a few pages to see that all of them had the same thing; printings. Printed screenshots from various social media platforms, of his fans wishing him a happy birthday. 

“I know you don’t use social media a lot these days.” she explained as he kept reading the tweets glued onto the scrapbook. “But you were trending on Twitter today, and yesterday too, lots of people wishing you a happy birthday and telling how much they loved you. I thought you might want to see it.”

He let out a watery laugh, not being able to tear his gaze away from the book in his hands. He couldn’t help the tears, not really. She had taken the time to print out lots and lots of tweets, instagram posts, everything; she had cut them and put them in this book and added little stickers in between with colorful doodles. And she had done it to carry his fans’ messages to him, she had basically hand-delivered their gifts of love to him.

“Thank you.” he breathed, his voice catching in his throat. “This is… I think this may be the best gift I’ve ever received.”

“Well, like I said, it’s not technically from me. I just put some tweets together, your fans are the ones who wrote them.” She paused, then added. “I just wanted you to see just how loved you are. By everyone. You have such a kind heart, and an amazing soul; all of these people are aware of it and they love you for it.” She tapped the book in his lap, emphasising her words. 

“Thank you.” he repeated himself, seemingly at a loss for words. He closed the book and carefully put it back in its box, intending to read everything in it later. He placed it beside him, then turned to her and pulled her in a hug. 

Her arms were around him in a second, not hesitating to tighten around him and pull him closer. She was so warm even in the cold weather, and she smelled so nice, and he wouldn’t be able to pull back if he tried. He didn’t know how long they sat there in each other's embrace, but when he felt her starting to lean back, something in him shifted. He turned his head towards her as she pulled away, so his cheek was softly grazing hers. She stilled a bit, looking into his eyes as if she was looking for something, then she closed her eyes and turned the rest of the way, her lips meeting his in a gentle kiss. 

His breath hitched in his throat as his lips slightly parted, a small gasp making its way out of them when he realized finally, finally he was kissing her. He was kissing Y/N. This was really happening.

He brought a hand up to gently cup her cheek, his thumb stroking her cheekbone as they kissed, probably the softest, the most incredible kiss of his life. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He couldn’t believe how amazing she felt against him, how her hands in his hair felt just right, how warm her cheek was under his hand. 

But despite every bone in his body wanting to kiss her forever, he was the first one to pull away, because he just couldn’t keep it in anymore. “I wish you were mine.” 

“What?” she asked breathlessly, apparently still under the effect of their kiss.

“I wish you were mine.” he repeated. “That’s the wish I’ve made on every single birthday since I was sixteen. Everytime you looked at me and told me to make a wish, I was only able to think about how much I wanted to kiss you.” 

She stared at him with parted lips, looking into his eyes like she was trying to figure out if he was messing with him. She could only see love and admiration. 

“You’re an idiot, Harry Styles.” she breathed. Then, she cupped his face with her hands and kissed him again, and again, and again, and he felt like everything in his life was finally going to be okay. 

 some end notes: Sooo I’m sorry for the kind of shitty ending. It’s literally 3 am in Turkey rn and I have an early class but I just wanted to finish this quickly and post it before I went to bed. I haven’t written anything in months because I wasn’t 🌌feeling it🌌 so I basically bullied myself into writing this haha. This is my first posted Harry piece but there are a few other pieces I’ve been working on! (for months, literally. *sigh*)

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[imaginethathaikyuu]

day and night

inspired by the duality of insecurity and appreciation, and the way they often reflect each other in ways you wouldn’t expect

do i already have a fic called day and night? i dont know and at this point im too afraid to check

akaashi keiji x gender neutral reader  word count: 1356 tags: fluff, descriptions of akaashi’s insecurity, established relationship, cuddling, this is a fic about me and akaashi 

if u see any typos no u didn’t.

-

He hated the way his mind became so empty in moments like these. 

The bedside lamp shouldn’t be on, not so late, not while you were sleeping, but you never complained when you heard the flip of the switch and the opening of Keiji’s book. You slept through it. You tended to do that. 

Why?

He couldn’t figure it out. The reason you looked over everything he did wrong hid from him. It made no sense, really, the way you ate his over cooked meals with a straight face, or how you patiently undid the way he folded your clothes and fixed them to your liking, or when you slept with the light on while he read even though he knew you hated it. 

You hated it. His cooking and his folding and his light, his mismatched socks and his new cologne and his impatience. Keiji sat, and he watched you sleeping, his book in his lap and his glasses sliding off the bridge of his nose, knowing you hated all of these things about himself that he wouldn’t change, and still, there wasn’t a thought going through his head. His book had been forgotten. He was just looking at you. 

You put up with a lot. Likely too much. His alarm clock woke you up early while he slept right through it. Texts you send throughout the day go unnoticed by him. Late nights at work keep you up and waiting for him, just to watch him lock himself up in his office for another three hours of work. 

It wasn’t like these traits about him were new, but they were louder, now. They were blaring and obvious and bothersome and every positive thing he brought to this relationship seemed so goddamn quiet. 

That’s how Keiji felt. Quiet. It wasn’t an emotion, yet it was the only word he could think of to describe this insignificance. Maybe fragile was a better word. 

He closed his book. He placed it on the nightstand and let his glasses join it. Finally the light could be turned off, and maybe you would sleep more peacefully now. He threw his arm over your waist and pulled your back against his chest, trying to rid all of that distance, trying to fill the silence with your warmth. 

He’d lay awake for another hour. 

-

You heard it before your mind and body even woke up, and you knew what it was without needing to come out of your dream: that damn alarm. 

God, was it loud - it pierced your ears, it seemed loud enough to shake the walls and damage your hearing, and maybe it was because you had just woken up, but you could hardly stand it. 

Opening your eyes was the hardest thing you had ever done. Everything was fuzzy and foggy, you tried to blink it away but you couldn’t, and all you cared about was getting rid of that noise. 

You climbed over a still sleeping Keiji to reach his phone and shut it off, knowing that the alarm would ring again in ten minutes time, and your energy had run out. You collapsed on top of him, the crook of his neck becoming your new pillow and his chest your mattress. 

In a sleepy daze you wore a smile, wondering how on Earth he sleeps so soundly through the loudest alarm you’d ever heard. He doesn’t even move when you land on him, and he only continues to snore when his second alarm rings out. 

Like always, you’d let him sleep longer than you should. He’d be running late, but neither of you would care too much. It had become the routine, and you weren’t about to break this habit. You needed the time with him and Keiji needed the sleep. 

It was nice to be awake before him, and you had learned to get over the frustration that came with hearing that dreaded alarm clock. It wasn’t very difficult when you got to wake up to Keiji, who was comfort personified. He was the consolation to early, loud mornings. 

As you laid there, cuddling into his heated skin, listening to his breathing and his snoring and his heart beating, all you could focus on was how much you missed him. 

Sometimes these mornings were all you had with him. Your work schedules didn’t match - granted, Keiji’s schedule matched no one’s - and neither did your sleeping routines. Even when you stayed up late for him, even when he came home for lunch, even when you both had the same day off, there was just never enough time in the day. 

You never had enough of him. You wished you could become a sponge and soak all of him up - leave nothing behind, keep all of this golden man to yourself forever. It was a kind of selfishness you’d take pride in, if such an act was possible. 

But even though you missed him so much, even though letting him get out of bed every morning was harder than it should have been, you always sent him off with a kiss. You always reminded him you loved him. As proud as you were of yourself for reeling in the prize catch that was Akaashi Keiji, you were infinitely more proud of him - of his drive, of his work, of his charm. Proud of every success and failure. Of everything he provides and everything he strives for. Even as he struggled to tie his necktie in the morning, or missed important deadlines, or let himself become more distant than he should. There was always some amount of pride in there, and you never had to look hard to find it. 

Originally, you were going to let him sleep in this morning. He deserved it. But now, the more you thought about it - you’d much rather wake him up early. You deserved it. 

Your lips molded to the edge of his jawline as you grabbed his arm, slowly and surely shaking him awake. 

“Kei.” 

He grunted, then hummed, then whined. He tried to roll over but your weight on top of him held him down, though he hadn’t even realized you were there. Fists dragged along his eyes and feet kicked the blanket away with a big stretch - every morning was the same. 

“Gotta get up, babe,” you said before a yawn, and he pretended not to hear you. You only shook his shoulder harder.

“No,” he griped, and finally he opened his eyes, only to shut them tight. “Going in late today.” 

“You said you’d make me breakfast.” 

“You said you’d rather go without,” he said with a tired laugh trailing his words. 

He found the strength to roll the two of you over, tucking himself into you the way you had cuddled into him, and you gave his hair a tug. A warning to say, you better not fall asleep. 

“I was kidding,” you said. “Want you to make me something. Please.” 

He gave a groan, one you knew meant fine, but his arms tightened around you, and his legs twisted around yours, and he had nothing more to say. 

“Keiji.” 

“Five minutes, babe.” 

Keiji knew the two of you would be there for longer than that, and you did, too. He knew it could’ve been a bother, but you relaxed into bed, anyway, and let him do as he pleased. 

“Goodnight, then.” 

“Love you.” 

You laughed. “Goodnight.” 

And he squeezed your waist, making you jump. “Say it back.” 

“I will, when you bring me my burnt breakfast in bed.” 

“I will,” he sighed. “In five more minutes.” 

It wouldn’t be just five more minutes. That would be inevitable. But he would bring you the breakfast he promised, and it would all be as burnt as you expected. That would be inevitable, too. 

But you would eat it. And Keiji was glad that all of these things were a cherished certain, things he couldn’t change, things you loved him for even though he tended to lose sleep over them. 

He tried his best. And you knew that without being told. And he appreciated it.