#ill go die from embarrasment now

[msmimundo]

February 1 marriage hehe

Spent the whole day thinking what could I do and the whole night doing worlds cheesiest comic in history with my personal headcanon but hope you enjoy anyway

[obsessedtomone]

Unravel Yourself Before Me ⛓️ Chapter 15 - Doll▸Shigaraki x femReader

Chapter Summary:

◤ “And all I had to do was take you the way I originally wanted to, huh? Here I thought I’d wait for you to come around,” he exhales and begins sliding your pants down your waist.

“Fuck—Slow down!” you mewl weakly, digging your nails into the rim of your desk and feeling your legs almost buckling under him.

“Like hell I will. I’ve seen your hand now, slut.” ◢ Setting: University AU - No quirks (unless degenerate personalities count) Tags: Slow burn, Eventual Smut, Very Unhealthy/Toxic Relationships, Humiliation, Mentally Ill Reader, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to ???, Toxic Romance Warning: Dead Dove – Do Not Eat | Mind the tags TW: Implied Su/Self H, Dubcon, Past Child Abuse, Bullying, Reader has a super shitty past like actually, Shigaraki Tomura is his own warning

AO3 Crosspost | Chain Divider by firefly-graphics

Chapters: One • Two • Three • Four • Five • Six • Seven • Eight • Nine • Ten(ko) • Eleven • Twelve • Thirteen • Fourteen • Fifteen • Sixteen (and up, on ao3)

Chapter 15 - Doll

“Hoooooly fuck! Look at this! Hahaha!” His voice bounces against the walls of the room.

You panic, mentally going through all the options you have in the span of a second. 

Unplug the cable to your computer or go for the power button and shut it down.

One of the options being under the desk in the back—and you’re not about to get in dick-sucking position for gamers 101 with him—and the latter being hooking your hand over his leg and holding the button pressed before he catches you.

Both options are out of the fucking question, so you pick option number three, going in to alt+f4 the fuck out of your browser.

As it turns out, your little mental dilemma was completely unnecessary when you realize Shigaraki, as always, is too fucking fast for you, grabbing you by your waist harshly and sitting you down on his lap, promptly restraining your wrists.

“There’s no point closing it. I’ve already skimmed through half of them while you were ignoring me, loser.” He grins, pulling you closer to him and away from the keyboard, while he could still reach and click around. “Don’t squirm too much unless you’re trying to get me hard.”

You think you could die right fucking now and you’d be fine with it.

But then again, weren’t you always?

“Let’s see,” he starts, and you try really hard to get off of him again, unable to bear the fucking shame of what’s to come. “Told you to stop moving, moron. Now pay attention here,” he orders, keeping you close to him. “Oooh, praise kink! You want me to call you my good girl?” Shigaraki coos really close to your ear with a sickly sweet voice and it sets your face on fucking fire, rendering you absolutely speechless.

“Oh my god, you do!” he exclaims, giggling. “What else? Dirty talk, degradation—fucking creampie?! Mmmh, you filthy slut. Should I fill your tight little pussy up with my cum?” He moans obscenely next to you and suddenly you feel way too hot, too fucking embarrased, so you shoot your hand to cover his mouth and wish you could grab the keyboard and beat him to death with it, picturing little bloody keycaps flying all around the room. 

Shigaraki wakes you up from your brief coping daydream by licking your palm sloppily in retaliation, immediately grossing you out and making you pull your hand away. You wipe the saliva against his shirt, while your body is still going through the after-shocks of repulsion.

When you look at him again, he gives you another one of his half-lidded smirks.

His leg shifts, holding your waist even tighter against his lap and you feel something hard pressing against your ass.

“S-Stop that! Let me go!” you plead, but his arms won’t loosen up. 

“Look.” He drags the mouse and highlights a word on your screen. You glance at it and then promptly look the other way, the ugly white paint on the walls of your apartment suddenly being infinitely more interesting. “What does that say? Hm?” He rocks you against him. “Speak, slut.”

“No! Fuck off and let go!” You claw at his hand, scratching and pinching at him to let you go but he doesn’t even flinch.

Instead, he grinds his erection against you again, groaning and nuzzling into your neck—any previous inhibitions about letting you off the hook for now were gone right out of the window. 

“My precious little slut is always fucking lying to me,” he says in a sing-song tone, biting the back of your sensitive neck harshly and causing you to whimper. “You fucking freak.” Shigaraki breathes, “Mindbreak? Breeding? You want me to breed you, make you scream on my cock until you can’t even think anymore? Is that it?” 

He slides his hand up your back, pushing against your shoulder forward and down, hard enough for you to have to bend and grip your desk in order to catch yourself from falling altogether.

“Hahaha.” He scrolls the website, reading through more of your favorited fucking tags, “Dubcon, obsessive behaviour, kidnapping, emotional manipulation—Jesus. Even rape? Holy shit.” He snickers, standing both of you up but keeping you nice and bent for him. 

You shudder, making a strangled noise when he thrusts himself against your sex roughly.

“You’re so fucked in the head,” he cackles. “Is that why you provoke me all the fucking time? You want me to get mad? To break you? Make you—ahh, fuck—my own personal cocksleeve?” 

Shigaraki breathes heavily, bending himself over your back and using one arm around your waist to lift your hips, high enough for him to be perfectly slotted against your backside. 

You moan at the repeated cruel drag of his length against you, the raspy sound of his voice shamefully sending electricity all the way to your clit.

“And all I had to do was take you the way I originally wanted to, huh? Here I thought I’d wait for you to come around,” he exhales and begins sliding your pants down your waist.

“Fuck—Slow down!” you mewl weakly, digging your nails into the rim of your desk and feeling your legs almost buckling under him.

“Like hell I will. I’ve seen your hand now, slut.”

“That doesn’t fucking count! You—You can’t compare fantasy with fucking reality, Shigaraki!” 

Shigaraki doesn’t respond to that and you feel him snake his digits below the band of your underwear, sliding two rough fingers against your slit, pads brushing firming against your clit. They glide past it, until he reaches your opening and teases it.

He feels the resistance but still pushes both of his fingers inside you at once, the sudden stretch feeling really uncomfortable at first. Your back arches in response, hips involuntarily jerking against his hand and he begins lazily fucking his long fingers into your cunt.

“You’re such a fucking liar. Look at how wet you are for me, fuck.” He takes his hand out of your panties, splaying his slick-covered fingers in front of your face and presenting them to you proudly. 

Your head turns around, face flustered and you glare at him as he licks them off, starting all the way from the tips, then slowly pushing them inside his mouth knuckle by knuckle, making a great show of sucking on them. 

Shigaraki’s eyes flutter closed and he groans like he’s never tasted anything better before in his life. 

And maybe he hasn’t, because to him there’s nothing sweeter-tasting than victory itself.

“What, you wanted some?” He leans in and whispers huskily, completely drunk on his lust—on you, “Shame, because I don't feel like fucking sharing.”

Then all of the sudden, his warmth leaves your back and you gasp, immediately feeling yourself missing the contact. You curse at yourself for folding so easily.

He doesn't leave you for long though, can’t afford to when there’s so much he wants to do to you now. 

“Take them off, sit on the chair and spread your legs wide for me,” he commands in a low serious tone, making you feel just how fast your heart was pounding. “I’m going to fucking devour you tonight.”

It briefly crosses your hazy mind to refuse him, to run out of the house and never turn back. But that’s not what you really want, is it? 

You’ve felt it all this time. The way he’s so eager to have you, the electricity between the two of you, right between the hatred and the violence. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.

You, broken enough to let him have his way with you.

Him, fucked up enough to claim you.

It was a line you didn’t want to cross, not with him, not really. 

But the way your hands have a mind of their own as you reach for the waistband of your pants, sliding them down your thighs while you’re watching him palm the outline of his erection through his jeans, tells you your answer.

“Hurry the fuck up, before I lose all of my patience and fuck you into the floorboard instead,” he growls, a dark glint in his eyes while he watches you bend over, slowly taking your clothes off like a tease.

And you listen. 

You take your pants off, leaving no room for interpretation on whether or not you want this, stumbling back and sitting down on your chair. His lustful gaze locks in on your hips as you shyly lift your legs up and get into position.

His head is reeling while he takes a tentative step forward, watching your reaction before kneeling in front of the chair, grabbing your ankles and rolling you closer to him. 

You watch as he slides his pale, trembling hands across the expanse of your legs all the way to your waist and you gasp when he leans in closer to your heat, eyes fixated on the obvious wet spot in the middle of your plain panties.

“Fuck,” he whispers, intoxicated when he sees your legs trembling in anticipation. His confident streak is slightly dampening now that you’re letting him actually have you, submitting to him so naturally. “Such a fucking slut for me, aren’t you?” Shigaraki’s piercing eyes turn to look at yours through dark lashes until his gaze falls on your bitten lip.

“Please, as if you c-could ever get me off,” you challenge and he grins dangerously, feeling warmth spreading inside his chest. 

He presses his cheek to the cold skin of your thigh and nuzzles it, soft white hair tickling you as he peppers you with soft hungry kisses. 

You look down at him, unable to breathe more than shallow breath and feeling your mind become clouded. Enough for you to impulsively slide your hand in his hair and rake your fingers through it, pulling a groan from what seemed to be the depths of his soul, as his eyes screw shut and brows angle downwards. It’s an incredible sight for sore eyes—

Until he fucking bites you.

He bites down on your skin so hard you have to let out a pained cry, fingers twisting in his white locks, immediately pushing him away. Shigaraki keeps pressing in until you can’t help but spill hot painful tears, blurring the way his possessive eyes were locked in on yours as he claims you like some fucking animal.

“I-It fucking hurts, please,” you beg, and because it sounds like heaven to his ears, he listens, flattening his tongue and licking the bloody mark he’s left on you, then kissing it as if he could nurse it. 

“W-What the fuck was that for, asshole?” You release the grip on his hair, hooking your other leg atop his shoulder and sniffling. He wraps his arm around it, bringing his face closer to where you want it to be.

“A reminder,” Shigaraki states with underlying excitement in his voice. Strong, rough arms pull you closer and your ass partially slides off the seat in the process. He pushes your legs upwards, nodding once towards your hands. “Hold them up properly.”

“A reminder,” you repeat, hooking your arms under your thighs and holding yourself up like he’d asked you to, looking away and feeling shame coursing through your body while you shrink under his impossibly sinful gaze.

“Tch. Don’t you dare look away from me,” he orders you, low and careful and once again, you listen, swallowing empty and looking back at him.

A deep growl escapes his throat as he sits back on his knees, admiring your obedience. Your quivering body, teary eyes and a stubborn needy pout, all on display for him to enjoy. 

Shigaraki leans in and reaches to swipe away at your almost-dried tears with a thumb, bringing his finger to his mouth and licking the salt off, the desire in his eyes making you pant heavily in anticipation.

“A reminder that you’re mine.” He lowers himself and places a soft kiss above the waistband of your panties before continuing, “And that I’m in charge now.” He runs his thumb against the already painful wound he’d created and presses his nail into the coppery dent his teeth left behind.

“Control freak,” you hiss in pain and your hold falters.

“Keep holding them up,” Shigaraki warns and you whimper as he goes to kiss and suck purple marks all over the expanse of your thighs, blatantly ignoring the ache between your legs and your weak moans.

Fucking finally gracing you with some mercy, he hooks his fingers around your panties and slides them off, until they’re only hanging on one ankle. 

Shigaraki shudders and swallows hard, now standing and watching you from above like a predator.

You move your hand to cover yourself, but he grabs your wrist and pries it away forcefully. “No you fucking don’t.” 

He thumbs at your wet slit roughly and you shiver. 

After pondering something for a second, he sinks back on his knees and dives right into your heat, licking a long stripe from your clenching hole to your clit. 

You moan brokenly but he doesn’t relent, blunt nails scratching down your sides as he eats your cunt sloppily, listening carefully to every noise you make. Your fingers dig into the plastic handle of your seat, free hand finding purchase in his messy white hair once more. 

He’s as greedy for your sounds as he seems to enjoy giving, hands sliding to part your lower lips and honing in on the bundle of nerves that seems to make you lose your mind every time he flicks his tongue in a particular way.

The barren room echoes with filthy sounds of your cries, his groans and your increasingly wet cunt, muscles in your legs twitching involuntarily and you struggle between keeping a steady position on your chair and giving in to the pleasure. 

He doesn’t give you time to adjust, because he dips two of his fingers in and starts finger-fucking you in earnest, one strong arm moving to keep your lower body pinned for him, and judging by the warmth pooling in your lower abdomen, you know you won’t last much longer.

His normally rough lips, now softened by your arousal, close around your sensitive clit and it’s him sucking on it roughly, combined with him repeatedly curling both his fingers against your most sensitive spot that does you in. 

You clench around his fingers hard, locking your thighs around his head and he whimpers against you, fucking you through your orgasm and licking the mess of your climax hungrily.

“Good fucking girl,” he praises when he lifts his mouth with a devilish grin, still rubbing soft circles on you, pumping his fingers lazily and watching you whimper in overstimulation. 

“Fuck, you’re so hot. Tongue out,” Shigaraki commands and you look at him with a half-lidded look. He slips his soaked fingers out of you and smacks your pussy playfully, earning him a moan. “Don’t make me repeat myself, c’mon.”

You whine and open your mouth, tongue peeking out just slightly, when he stands and drapes himself over you, making your heart beat faster. 

He places his slick-covered fingers on top of your tongue, pressing down on it for you to open wider, giving you the idea that he wants you to suck on them, but before you can close your lips around them, he spits into your mouth.

“Swallow.” Shigaraki orders and your nose scrunches, but you close your mouth and swallow. “Now show me.”

When you do, his face breaks into a creepy leer as he slides his fingers in and forces you to taste yourself.

“Good, right?” he giggles, voice filled with unrestrained giddiness and you roll your tongue over his fingers, giving him more than he asked for. His jaw falls slack and he stares at the fingers in your mouth, taking them out and leaning in to replace them with his moistened cracked lips instead.

The kiss is hungry, wet and sloppy. Shigaraki isn’t kissing you, he’s devouring you, and every time you pull away for air, his mouth would follow yours, hands gripping the handles of your chair and pushing you until the backrest is firmly pressed against the wall where he has you caged in.

You groan into his mouth in complaint and he finally breaks the kiss, your lungs filling with delicious oxygen once again. 

When you glance down, you see a string of saliva connecting you two, lips shiny, mixed with both your wetness and his own spit. 

He looks dazed, eyes clouded as he breathes in deeply. Breathes you in deeply and he finds that it’s not enough. He wants to have you, all of you, all at once.

“I’d love to shove my cock down your throat and fuck your face right about now,” he whispers low, corners of his mouth turning up in a smirk, hand reaching down to rub more circles around your clit and you shudder. “But that’s for next time.”

Next time?

“Look at you. You’re a fucking mess,” he muses, kissing your cheek softly—too softly—and you frown, getting ready to bitch at him.

He sees it and pinches your bundle of nerves harshly making you whine again, “Ah–ah. Don’t give me an attitude now. Come on, get up.” He slides his hand to your hips and squeezes, using his other one to grab your wrist and hoist you out of the chair. “I don’t think I can wait much longer.”

Your eyes fall on the tent in his pants and you can almost feel him stretching you out, with how painfully hard he looks, length lined down his right leg. 

Before he could push you along, you reach and run your curious fingers across his bulge, feeling your chest flutter with strange butterflies. 

It takes him by surprise and his whole body shakes, knees trembling. He slaps your hand away as he scrambles to hold himself up against the desk, eyes blown wide and breaths coming out heavy. 

No fucking way. That sensitive?

You smile deviously and he glares at you. 

“D-Don’t fucking do that, I almost—ugh, just move!” he grumbles defensively, grabbing your shoulder, turning you around and shoving you forward. 

Fuck, that was hot.

It takes you back to the time he was quivering under you. You really want to see that again. Would he let you switch if you asked?

There isn’t time to find out, because you suddenly hear the front door slam shut behind the two of you, followed by a violent thud of Taylor’s paper grocery bag spilling against your floor.

Eyes wide, you fumble to pull your shirt down, trying to cover yourself and frantically picking up your clothes. 

You sober up immediately, realizing you were about to let Shigaraki Tomura fuck you stupid tonight—part of you disappointed not at yourself but… at the prospect of it not happening.

Your cheeks fire up, feeling deeply ashamed as you look at your friend, then at Shigaraki who’s already running a hand through his hair and huffing irritatedly at the unwanted interruption.

So fucking close, he thinks. 

Tomura really wants to rip your friend’s fucking head off. 

“What the fuck do you two think you’re fucking doing?” They stomp forward, absolutely fuming.

“Get the fuck out. Can’t you see we’re busy?” he snaps back, reaching to hook his arm possessively around your waist and pushing your body flush against his own. 

You smack at his chest to let you go, cursing him repeatedly, but he wasn’t paying attention to you, opting to cautiously eye your friend’s presence instead.

“Like hell you are!” Your friend yanks him by the collar of his shirt and pries him away from you. “Think I forgot the shit you pulled at the party, creep?!”

Anger flashes across his face and he’s not beyond beating the fuck out of your friend for so much as daring to touch him—but he knows that doing so would set things back with you significantly. 

Tomura really fucking likes the new stage he’s unlocked with you, and he wasn’t going to let his temper ruin it for him this time.

You however were none the wiser.

So you cut right in the fucking middle when Taylor decides to hit him, the only person ending up getting slapped by unnecessarily expensive acrylics being you.

“Ow—fuck!” You glare at your friend, who looks absolutely mortified. 

Shigaraki scrambles to assess the damage and your friend is already tearing up and apologizing, both of them immediately crowding you.

“Get. Out. Both of you. Now,” you whisper angrily, prompting them to give each other a death stare. “I want to be alone, so—fucking please.”

To your surprise, they both (very reluctantly) back off. 

Shigaraki, who looked defeated, made an odd sound of disapproval, grabbed his shit and angrily stormed out first.

Taylor on the other hand lingered, trying to pry, to apologize, to ask why you didn’t answer their texts all week, but you were only able to snap back and make them cry harder.

When everyone finally left you the fuck alone, you begin breaking down, absolutely burnt out by this horrible series of events happening in your life.

You throw yourself on your bed, and realize you’re still able to smell his soft lingering scent against your bedding. And if that wasn’t bad enough, you also see that he forgot his fucking hoodie at your place.

Why the fuck were you about to let Shigaraki have his way with you earlier?

Why did you listen to him? Were you that fucking sexually deprived to let another psycho fuck you? 

Those were questions you could not fucking answer, not when you know you’re falling right into his trap. 

So you pull his hoodie over your head and inhale deeply into the collar.

Then you proceed to replay the earlier events in your head and do something you swear you’ll take to the grave with you.

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The following days, including your whole weekend, were completely Shigaraki-free. That meant you got to study your ass off for your exam week and you didn’t have to deal with him at all after the incident. 

You didn’t speak to Taylor either, and Taylor avoided you like the fucking plague.

It was fair in a way that you didn’t like to admit. 

You deserved it. You were a shit friend.

Now you’re studying in the main cafeteria at lunchtime, when he casually slips into the seat next to yours with a tray of food in his hands. 

He pushes a box of juice to you and you stare at it.

“Hey,” he rasps, dragging his chair to be as close to yours as humanly possible, seemingly nothing changing in his Shigaraki branded demeanor during the few days that he went MIA. 

You click your tongue but don't reply otherwise, deciding to completely ignore him instead. 

So he does what you should’ve expected he’d do and grabs the spoon on his tray, angling it perfectly in your direction and flicking a disgusting wet fucking pea at your face. 

It hits you, falling on your rented notebook and fucking stains it.

“HEY! I have an exam in an hour and this is a fucking rental! Cut it out, dickhead!” you snap at him, wiping your face with a grimace but he only smiles.

“There we go! Was worried you forgot how to speak.”

“My god, you’re seriously the worst fucking asshole on this planet, I swear.” You snarl when you look at him.

“So they say.” His lips curve upwards.

Shigaraki lets you be for a minute and starts eating his lunch, but seems to notice something on your face.

“You look like a fucking zombie. Did’ya miss me so much you couldn’t even fall asleep?” He elbows your side and makes you mess up the words you were writing. Then he snorts at the way you clutch your pencil tighter.

“Drop it,” you hiss, feeling more on edge than usual. 

None of the information you’re forcing yourself to fucking remember is sticking to your brain. This never happened before and it really, really unnerves you. You’re not allowed to slack off. You can’t afford to slack off. 

You can’t. You can’t. You can’t. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you today?” He leans into you, becoming genuinely concerned. 

You snap your head at him, looking livid. 

Feeling fed up, you grab your stuff hastily and stand up. 

He, of course, has none of your fucking bullshit and forcefully grabs your arm, pulling you back down.

“Sit. I won’t ask twice,” he warns coldly, clenching his jaw.

The look you give him is one of defeat, so you crumple your study notes and then slam your bag on the table, half of its contents landing on the floor together with the box of juice he offered you. 

Your lips start quivering and you rub at your eyes.

“The fuck you so pissy for? Are you on your period or something?”

You glare at him, the bubbling anger under the surface of your skin threatening to break out. 

“Kill yourself.”

Shigaraki’s eyes widen.

“What?” 

There’s hardly any restraint left in you and you smile. Wide and unhinged. 

“I said,” you say, voice strained as you close in on him. “Do us all a fucking favor—” His jaw clenches and his nostrils flare, “—and fucking kill yourself.”

Shigaraki’s breaths become increasingly labored and you see him struggling to hold back from lashing out, lips curling into a snarl. 

It’s not enough for you, though.

“And you know what?” You reach to place a soft, comforting hand against his cheek, red angry eyes staring you down. “I bet that if you did…” He tenses under your touch and you lean into his ear, whispering your last words, “Nobody would miss you.”

Shigaraki grabs you by the roots of your hair and you gasp. He pulls you down so hard, your back arches and you almost slip and fall if not for you still gripping the table.

“What’s your fucking problem, hm?” His tone is low and dangerous. “Did all that studying fry your fucking brain?” he asks, eyes full of contempt and feelings of betrayal now that you reverted back to treating him like shit. “Need me to put you back in your place that badly?”

You giggle.

“ANSWER ME!” Shigaraki yells, tightening his grip on your hair, almost ripping it while blinded by his anger.

There were a lot of students looking at you whenever you were together, because Shigaraki has a reputation—and by extension, you do too. 

So it’s no surprise that him screaming in your face and assaulting you in front of everyone attracts even more attention.

You’re looking at him in a daze, vision blurring in and out as you only hear echoes anymore, not understanding the words coming out of his mouth.

It’s easier this way. To lash out and be punished. To finally be pushed off the edge you’ve been teetering on. You’re really tired, aren’t you?

You didn’t need any of this. Didn’t ask for any of this.

Getting blackmailed.

Pretend-dating a damaged asshole.

Academic anxiety. 

Mind games. 

Fights with your best friend. 

Feeling lonely. 

Wanting to die.

Wanting to die so bad it suffocates you.

The thread snaps and the tower of your sorrows finally topples over, crashing over the entirety of your soul. Acid raindrops of all the emotions you’ve been suppressing this entire time raining on your consciousness until all you could feel is nothing.

You can’t focus on your studies. 

Can’t handle their attention. 

Can’t do this anymore.

So maybe you should—

Just obey. 

”You don’t have to think about anything else other than how to please me, bunny. Do you understand me?”

SPANK—

“Yes, Sir.”

He lets go of your hair almost immediately, red eyes widening and you lower your gaze like you’ve been taught to do. “...The fuck did you say to me?”

“My apologies, Sir,” you reply robotically. “Would you prefer I called you Master or Daddy instead, Sir?” 

Tomura’s brain short-circuits. Is this another one of your weird fucking games? 

He glares into your eyes and can only find a dull submissive look in return. 

“What is wrong with you?” He frowns, voice wavering.

“I’m extremely sorry. I do not understand the question, Sir. Could you please explain?”

He runs a hand over his face and scrunches his eyes shut.

“What is this—What the fuck are you doing right now?” He uses his pointing finger and circles it at you.

You just stare at the floor.

“Answer me, idiot.”

“My apologies, Sir.”

“Stop calling me that. Explain what’s going on.”

“I’m just your dumb slutty bunny, Sir. I’m yours to have, yours to breed, yours to break,” you say and he almost has a fucking brain aneurysm at how willingly you’re humiliating yourself.

Did you seriously completely fucking break—right here? Like this? In the middle of the fucking cafeteria? After you provoked him? 

Was that on fucking purpose too? Why?

His head is spinning.

Should he… test the limits of your submission? You did piss him the fuck off today, after all. Talking to him like that? Who do you think you are?

This opportunity is definitely too good to pass up. 

Tomura’s grin spreads wide, resolving to immediately test this newfound control over you, feeling excitement bubbling in his gut at the prospect of you finally becoming an ideal toy, accepting him fully. 

How far would you go with this little game you started, he wonders.

“Get on your knees and under the table. Now,” he barks at you—and to his surprise, there really is no bratty remark, no comeback, no hesitation. 

You stand up, get on your knees and slip under the cafeteria table, keeling all over the disgusting floor and still avoiding his gaze submissively. 

“Look at me.” Shigaraki snarls and you obey, eyes distant and devoid of any expression.

More students are catching on, whispering in the background. You just wait patiently for his next command, blankly looking up at him through your lashes.

“Tch. Give me your hand.” 

And you do, without any resemblance of your usual resistance.

He grabs it for you and presses it flat against his semi-hardening cock. “Now go ahead and fucking use it. Show them what a dumb bitch you are,” he orders, looking down at you coldly. 

You do as he says and start stroking it the way you were taught to—not the way you were with him that evening, eager and curious, but trained, expertly wrapping your digits around the rising tent in his pants and stroking against the fabric.

It wasn’t the same.

It did fucking nothing for him. 

There’s no trace of the sparks he felt in the pit of his stomach every other time he’s made you squirm before. Every other time you made him squirm.

Instead, he feels hollow. 

“So fucking useless,” Tomura hisses, covering your hand with his own and pressing it harder, rocking his own hips against your palm and feeling incredibly frustrated when it only seems to have the opposite effect on him.

It pissed him off how you weren’t worried about catching a sex offender case anymore. It also pissed him off that he can’t even enjoy this half-assed victory. 

You’re looking at him in a daze, but not the daze that betrays how much you wanted him to fuck you—how much you wanted him in the hallway when you had him pinned under you. 

How your eyes sparked with flickers of desire he saw in-between your apprehension or even fear, at the party. How wet you were last week at your place, bent over your desk and soaking just for him. How he almost got to feel the warm fluttery insides of your cunt and finally make you his.

God were you perfect, every single time.

Instead, you’re now staring through him, mindlessly follow dumb orders like a brain dead fucking sex doll. 

You pushed him and he pushed you in return, breaking you like he’d always fantasized to in the beginning.

But isn’t this exactly what he wanted?

Is it fucking not?

Wouldn’t it be great for you to leave every decision in your life to him?

So then—

SO THEN WHY THE FUCK IS HE FEELING THIS WAY?

Like he’s made a huge fucking mistake. Again.

It… It wasn’t even his fault this time! He should’ve… He should’ve…

Tomura swallows hard, unable to keep the inner turmoil at bay. His shoulders become tense, free hand scratching red angry lines against the scarred skin of his neck. 

“Fuck!” He slaps your hand off his limp dick and you just stare back in return. “STOP looking at me like that, you dirty fucking whore!” he yells in your face, voice cracking. “This is all your fucking fault! Why couldn’t you just—Fuck!”

You look down at his feet again. “Apologies, Master. Please feel free to punish—”

“NO! FUCK! Don’t EVER fucking call me that again!” He grabs you by your arm before you could finish your stupid fucking sentence, roughly pulling you off the filthy floor and knocking the chair out of the way for you. 

He takes your bag and chaotically shoves all of your things inside of it, together with the stuff that spilled on the floor earlier. 

Tomura throws it over his shoulder, along with his own and shoves you forward. “Walk.”

Useless NPCs gathered around for the theatrics, but he’s having none of it.

“If any of this comes out, I’ll fucking kill every—single—one of you. Am I clear?” He turns around and barks at the circle of idiots that surrounded the two of you, gawking and recording the scene like they usually did whenever Shigaraki publicly did something unhinged to someone on campus. 

The only difference is, that this is the first time he’d ever shut it down, taking everyone in question by surprise. 

“Am I FUCKING clear?!” his voice booms again, as he’s grabbing one of the chairs in a fit of rage and smashes it repeatedly against the floor, plastic parts flying in all directions from the impact and throwing whatever chunk was left of it at a random cluster of individuals.

He then fixed a piercing gaze at the room, waiting expectantly while breathing erratically.

Some of them were frozen, nodding quickly but most had already hurried off.

Fuck. 

Everything is so fucking itchy and all of it is your fucking fault.

[ninjas-and-coffee]

I used to draw like this in highschool and wondered why nobody liked my art lmao

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Old vs newish so i don't die of embarrasment.

So talking time. I was into Ninjago since like 2013. I got my first art tablet in like 2015 and it had 0 and i mean 0 pen pressure. Which didn't help that my process was basically copying other cooler people. Most of these came out 2017-2018 Like damn i remember Erraday, artcanary, maypong, blackcat(this one might be wrong it was a while ago.) Some older ones i forgot the name of. When the nindroid jay comic was out. "Proselytized"from Prpldragon.

I am just floored that i'm still here. And HOLY SHIT ART PROGRESS

For the record this blog is not that old. This blog was started in like 2020 after i accidentally deleted my entire fucking account. But that one was started in 2018 and before that I had another account as like Ninjaofsugar? ninjaofmagics? i don't remember from like 2016. And no you won't recognize my art, it was shit back then and very sporadic. Took me a long ass time to find myself. And build a style that wasn't following tutorials or borrowing cheats from others' speedpaints. Seriously I had like 6 different art/identity crisis' depending on who i was following at the time. like tinylightningninja, wlop, ryky, squira130, spinningninjas, rossdraws, feefal, ProNastya, Sakimichan, ninja-tiddy, and others lmao. So yeah. If you squint at my art now you can see exactly which artist inspired different pieces of my art. My self indulgent gradient of peach to blue, too many sparkles, body proportions, hair styling, etc. All eventually molded into something that is completely me while also being like 20 other things. lol

Umm also about to hit 1k (which has never happened to me before holy shit! i think ill do a dtiy with prizes this time.) Before i didn't have prizes cause i fear commitment and have a fear of failure. BUT i'm better now so yeah. Coffees1k Lets GO!

[mikalame]

tom kaulitz x flight attendant

“i cant believe your actually making me do this" i groan bill is making us go into the air again, last time i got so air sick i threw up in my hat cause the flight attendant couldn't get there quick enough. I think ill die of embarrassment if i see her again she was way to pretty to be doing that she should have been a model or something not someone rushing to get a bucket cause i couldn't hold my food down. “TOM!” bill shouts in my ear “ i smack him in the shoulder “quick screaming in my ear that shit hurts ugh”  “you thinking bout that girl again it would be so funny if she was the one to serve us again” georg snickers they all know that shes been on my mind for ages now i just hoped me meet somewhere better and not like how it did.

Well fuck me after getting pushed from behind by some lady for 5 minutes we finally sit down i thank bill for getting me an aisle seat so it would be quick for me to get up and run to the bathroom. “After 30 minutes the food should come out wake me up then mmk” georg says before putting on his eye mask and falling asleep we pass time by seeing how many skittles we can through into his mouth.

I dont hear the rattle of the cart getting pushed through the row of people as i have my head phones when it finally comes up to us i see that gustav has woken georg up and both of them are quitely laughing to themselves i look up and see its that girl agian i feel heat rise to my cheeks my vision becomes blurry and feel the breakfast coming up. I try and hold it in until shes gone but as soon as she left i shot up and bolted down the aisle. Around five minutes later i unlock the door i see her standing there holding a bottle water “um thought you might need this to um yk was down the vomit taste or something” she laughs akwardly handing me the bottle “Omg look im so sorry for last time like i was and still am so embarrased bout like throwing up and stuff and like right now ig aswell” i blush hiding my face after i drink the water “Oh no its okay i didnt mind really air sickness is more common than you think” she jokes i laugh a bit aswell. “um do you think maybe we could hangout or something like when your free oh well ig youd have to fly back after this but um...” i trail off thinking my idea was stupid and silly “no i would love to you seem real nice and sweet um do you have a phone on you i can give you my number” she says. I whip out my phone as she types the number in “well thanks umm...” “oh ___ and what your name Mr. Air sickness” “Tom, tom kaulitz i look forward to our date ___” i say while walking away feeling ten time better 

Hope yall like thanks for the love on the first post!!!! <3 plz if you have request please tell me them im dieing for it lol

[sillysorcerer]

I wrote this for Rosemary month, day 5. The theme was video games or movies.

Rose and Kanaya pull closely under the blanket. A pale white arm stretches out with a remote in hand, shifting through menus to the desired film. Kanaya shifts to get comfortable, and lays her head on Rose's shoulder. The light from the television illuminates two soft faces, gray and white. Three couches surround the screen. Rose and Kanaya share one while the other two sit lonely.

The film starts, as a child is sick in his bedroom, and his grandfather comes in to tell him a story. Kanaya darts up.

"Rose! I love A Story is Told in Which an Overlooked Love Returns to Rescue the Damseled Princess from Three Men but is captured by an Evil Prince Planning on Killing-"

"Kanaya," an already exhausted Rose replies, "We humans just call it The Princess Bride. You may partake in that tradition if you like."

"Oh, very well then. I'm excited to see the cultural differences in the film though! In the Alternian version, Troll Cary Elewes' character, Wesley is brutally tortured for days on end until he dies, in a punishment fitting Alternian law for a lowblood jumping caste."

"Actually Kanaya, that's still in the human version."

"Oh good!" Kanaya claps under the blanket.

"Hey guys, whatcha watchin?"

Startled by the sudden intrusion by a third party, Rose pauses the film. John is standing behind the sofa with his arms crossed, looking over Rose's other shoulder.

"Ooo! I love Princess Bride! Can I watch?"

"I don't see why not."

Rose twitches slightly, irritated by Kanaya's answer. This was supposed to be a date for the two of them. Maybe she didn't call it that, but it should have been obvious, right? And worse, she foresees another intrusion.

"Of course you would love Princess Bride, it's so cheesy."

Dave struts in from the back door. A familiar voice chimes in after him.

"SO YOU ALL THOUGHT THAT YOU COULD LEAVE ME OUT OF ROMCOM NIGHT? 'WHO CARES ABOUT KARKAT, HE ONLY LED EVERYONE TO VICTORY AND CREATED THE DUMB HUMANS UNIVERSE! HE WONT MIND BEING LEFT OUT OF HIS OWN EXPERTICE!' WELL FUCK YOU ALL. I'M STAYING!"

"Dave, The Princess Bride is a great film, what are you talking about?"

"Come on, dude. It's trash-"

"DAVE I AM GOING TO STRANGLE YOU NOW."

Dave holds Karkat back with his long arms, as Karkat grows more infuriated trying and failing to attack the Knight of Time.

"See, even Karkat likes it."

"Dude the only person with trashier takes on movies than you is Karkat."

"I WILL SALT YOUR TALK MUSCLE AND SERVE IT TO YOU IN A BOWL BEFITTING LAME, ILL BARKBEASTS!"

"No, you want good films, watch Die Hard, or Fast and the Furious."

"Weren't you watching Barbie: The Mermaid Princess just last week." John retorts.

Dave freezes, and puts his head into his hand to try and play it off like he's embarrassed of John. "Yeah well, that was for ironic purposes. You just don't get-"

"JOHN, THE INTRICACIES OF BARBIE'S LIFESTYLE ARE JUST ABOVE YOU, BECAUSE SHE'S A BETTER, MORE SUCCESSFUL HUMAN THAN YOU CAN EVER HOPE TO BE. I UNDERSTAND YOUR JEALOUSY BUT KINDLY KEEP IT IN THE HUMAN WASTE BASKET WITH THE REST OF EVERYTHING YOU SAY AND ARE." Karkat wrestles to get out of Dave's headlock.

Rose stares forward at the paused screen. She's growing tired of these intrusions. Why did she have to be so unlucky-

"John, where's Vriska?" Rose asks.

"I've 8een here the WHOOOOOOOOLE time!"

Vriska steps away from the wall behind the group as everyone turns to look at her.

"What's the m8tter, Rose? I thought you liked meddling? Why else would you be with miss fussyfangs here?"

Kanaya asks her, "Vriska, could you perhaps be trying to elicit black feelings from my matesprit?"

Vriska stabs her with a glare as her face twists into a mix of irritation and embarrasement. "Shut UP, Maryam!"

Rose grins, now fully aware of Vriska's plan. Vriska drops her smirk with a huff and wraps her arm around John. He smiles.

"Yeah so what if I was? I just thought you two might get lonely, so I invited a few friends."

"But how did you know?" Rose asks.

Vriska leans in close. "You aren't the only light player, Lalonde. I may not have vision eightfold-"

"I have no idea what that is."

"-BUT," Vriska reinterjects, "I can still tell when I'm being left out of the fun."

"MOOOM!" Roxy runs in, vaulting over the couch to sit next to Rose on the other side, crashing through Dave and John in her excitement. Calliope enters behind her, a silent contrast to her energetic entrance.

"Oh, hello Roxy." Kanaya greets her politely, still entirely unaware Rose meant for this to be private.

Roxy peeks over the couch at Dave and Karkat, wrestling on the floor, and John helping Vriska up. "Oops, sorry."

"LET GO OF ME YOU PRETENTIOUS DOUCHE! I CAN SMELL YOUR LIFELESS CHEETO FINGERS FROM HERE YOU SHAMEFUL EXAMPLE OF SOCIAL OSTRACISM"

"Nice burn, KK, REAL scathiing." Sollux and Aradia are the next to walk into Rose's childhood house uninvited.

"WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING HERE, YOU'RE BLIND, IDIOT! AND LAST TIME I CHECKED, YOU HAVE MORE SELF RESPECT THAN TO GO LICKING SCREENS!"

Karkat is tangling himself up around Dave trying to stop the Knight from moving. Suddenly he is grabbed from behind, and flipped, allowing Dave to pin him down. He high-fives Terezi.

"Oh 4nd you th1nk you'r3 so much b3tt3r? K4rk4t wh3n w4s th3 l4st t1m3 you 3v3n l3ft th3 hous3?"

"Now that's a burn," Dave adds, "and I thought I was raised on heat."

"laaaaaaaame." John adds. "That was lame!"

"Shut up John, you probably still use 8 repetitions when you type"

"That's because he has good taste." Vriska takes John's hand as he helps her up off the floor. Terezi punches his shoulder, just for fun. He's too naive to understand black flirting, but he glares at her. His anger smells delicious. Terezi grins.

Dave replies to Vriska as Aradia talks to Kanaya.

"You're talking about a kid who made a Nic Cage shrine in his bedroom- oh wait, I forgot that talentless hack infected your brain too."

"We th0ught we'd c0me j0in in the fun human m0vie night."

"Aradiia, you can just call iit a moviie niight. Iits not liike we're stiill watchiing them on earth."

"Vriska, how many people did you invite?"

Rose stares daggers into Vriska's eye. The troll smirks.

"Just family. Why? You'd rather be alone?"

She knows what she's doing. Rose can see it on her face. She refuses to stoop to her chides.

"Golly, I love me a good movie night!"

"I brought snacks!"

Jake and Jane are the next to arrive, taking seats on the floor now that the couches are full. Dirk follows them in without a word. He ruffles Dave's hair, then looks away with his hands in his pockets, trying furiously to pretend he didn't do anything.

Karkat has mostly settled down by now, and he takes a seat next to Terezi and Dave. Everyone is chatting amongst one another, the screen is crowded with popcorn, homemade candy, and a cake, for some reason.

"Why did you bring a cake?" Rose asks.

"Oh I baked it last night and didn't want it to go to waste." Jane replies. The only person missing now is-

"WOOO!" Jade appears out of thin air, floating above the table, and blocking the screen entirely.

"Hey Jade!"

"Hi John! I heard we were watching a movie!"

"Yeah, we are."

"Well now we're watching Jade." Rose interjects. Kanaya can tell something is bothering her and places her hand on Rose's shoulder.

"Oops, sorry." Jade lowers to the floor like everyone else.

"Are you ok?" Kanaya asks Rose.

"I was not planning on this many intrusions"

"Well I am still here, and if you like, we can do something after this."

"I'd love that." Rose deliveres a gentle peck to Kanaya's forehead.

"Well why don't we start the movie?" Kanaya delivers her line loudly enough that everyone can hear, and a hushed silence falls on the living room. Vriska kicks Aradia and Sollux off of the third couch so she and John can sit. The two move without caring enough to complain. As everyone splits into groups and couples, Rose resumes the movie.

John is leaning forward excitedly, with Vriska resting her head in his lap and taking up the entire rest of the sofa. Sollux and Aradia lean against each other on the floor. Aradia feeds sollux popcorn as he listens. On the other side is Dave and Terezi sitting together next to Karkat. Rose sits on the arm of the couch beside them. On the floor, Jane, Jake, and Dirk have set up all their treats for the movie, sharing food from each other's laps. In the center sits Rose, Kanaya, and Roxy, with Calliope sitting on the floor in front of them. Kanaya lays her head back onto Rose's shoulder, tilted so that her horns aren't in the way. Rose hugs her close, realising she's happy to be here. Even if it wasn't how she imagined it, she's with family and friends she loves, and the person she cares most about is by her side.

The film continues with everyone huddled around the screen.

"As you wish."

[satoruseme]

boyfriend oikawa

Author: frogfits

Pairing: oikawa toru x reader

Genre: bf!oikawa, hc

Word Count: 0.7k

Description: this is all over the place but basically this is what it’d be like dating oikawa

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

lord have mercy

“baby do i look pretty today” every mf second

but surprised when you tell him that he, of course, is so pretty and you get a

“not as pretty as you baby” with a temple kiss before he walks away

are you ready to swoon all the time ? well get ready

hows this mf gonna have a praise kink and a degradation kink at the same time

i hope you’re ready to be a bitch if you wanna be w oikawa

… did you forget the fan girls ?

sometimes you would get sad and insecure over them, but.. this boy is a cancer c’mon

he would hold you in his lap and wrap his arms around you and tell you that you were the prettiest person hes ever seen

communication would be on PAR

would definitely be the relationship that has healthy space, alone time occasionally playing an important role

will always dedicate his serves to you bc thats his serving quirk (is what he says anyway)

definitely kisses you on the lips before every game for good luck

he fucks really hard, like almost too aggressively

dont get it twisted though, biggest switch ever, like ever

loves to call you his pretty little slut but also wants to hear good boy all the time

forces you to be aoba johsai manager bc he wants you to stand out and not blend in with fans on the sideline so he can see you at all times

makes you wear his extra jersey to games bc he wants E V E R Y O N E to know you are his and that he is yours

also wants you to ride him in his jersey as often as possible

dirty talk is his THING and he is so loud

…like sometimes too loud

probably does it on purpose bc he wants you to put your hand over his mouth and tell him to behave and be a good boy

always wants you to run your fingers through his hair while he has his head in your lap

says embarrasing shit like “my jersey says 1 for a reason baby, bc im #1 in your heart”

recieves a back of the head slap for that one

he definitely wants to bake cookies at 2 am and dance around the kitchen to good old fashioned lover boy

admires you as you dance around singing the song to him in one of his t shirts

this boy will fall in love w you all over again every single day

BUT YOU WILL DO THE SAME ASF JUST LOOK AT HIM

picture him in the mornings with plaid pajama pants and his glasses and messy hair NO

the first time you see him cry after a bad match will literally shatter your heart

always wants to hold your hand, especially in public

your favorite thing is to lay on top of him with your head against his chest

you can just hear his heartbeat and not to mention he smells SO good at ALL times

why does this dude always wanna watch musicals?

i know this boy has PIPES like he can SING

and sing he will, bc you would always beg him to sing for you and he would bc ofc he loves the praise that comes from it

iwa is around quite a bit, but y’all pick on oikawa constantly so it’s fine

you and iwa are def bffs

see who can come up with the best mutation of oikawas name

(iwa is currently in the lead for coming up with twink-kawa)

i just know oikawas rich ass family has a beach house

he would always talk you into sneaking off during weekends or whenever to go there

brings half of aoba johsai and no not bc hes scared to be alone

“kyoutani can protect us from any intruders bc hes scary

“b-b-b-beach volleyball ?

anyway YEAH OIKAWA PLS FUCKING DATE ME NOW OR ILL DIE

masterlist

© frogfits, 2021. Do not copy or repost.

[thrill-seeker-vn]

i literally had the WORST dream last night yall... i gotta tell someone to get the embarrasment off my chest but okay OH AND ALSO TW FOR DEATH AND MURDER

so like i could NOT for the life of me get to sleep, but then i finally felt like i was, i closed my eyes and not even two seconds later i felt like i was seeing this bright shining light in my eyes. and so i opened my eyes a little and realized I was looking at a sky, and I was also like being given a piggy back ride or something??? and then i realized im in a dream (i usually lucid dream) and so i was like okay fine ill just go along with it. but then the person giving me the piggy back ride SPEAKS and he's like 'you're finally awake, huh?

and the voice sounded familiar and i was begging that it wasnt him but i looked over and nope it WAS it was my crush from like three years ago BRO I HATE THAT GUY

so i said something like 'not this shit' and oh god he had the personality of a romance novel guy so he smirked and said 'what, you're not excited to see me?' and so i knew i had to wake up RIGHT NOW but it wasnt WORKING LIKE IT USUALLY DOES

and so he said something like 'woah, are you constipated? ill let you off my back, dont get my clothes dirty' so i realized he could see the expressions it was taking me to wake up???? so i said uh yeah i need to be let down RN im having terrible indegistion so he let me down and then i started SPRINTING but it wasnt very easy bc apparently i had been thrown in the worst dream ever and i was wearing this big fluffy dress, a corset, and heels??? anyways i was running to look for a cliff cuz y'know how in dreams when you die you wake up? but i couldn't outrun him bc in real life he's a very excellent athlete (never ever like athletes not a good idea) and so he catches me like right away so im like BRO LET ME GO I NEED TO LEAVE and then he awares me the ONLY way we can leave is if i join him, and so i had to weigh my opinions: either go along with the most embarrasing dream ever, or get mauled by a bear or bit by a mosquito or something. I mean we were also in this gigantic forest so i was like fine. if you dont get me home soon tho im gonna kill us both.

and so we walk for days. i ask him questions which he answers but i dont remember any of the answers, i was in so much distress. anyways it feels like days have passed and he's STILL acting like a cringe guy from a romance novel so i am trying to stay as far away from him as possible.

and so again im sick and tired and i just wanna WAKE UP bc even when im sleeping in the dream IM NOT WAKING UP IRL so eventually i SNAP and i scream at him WHEN ARE YOU GETTING ME HOME WTF

and so eventualy he was like 'okay well i was taking you the long way but there's also a short way.' and so when i ask him he says that the short way is KISSING HIM WHAT????

and he KEPT PESTERING ME FOR DAYS LIKE I WENT TO THIS TEMPLE SO I COULD SAY I WANTED TO BE HOLY CELIBATE FOREVER AND HE STILL PESTERED ME I WAS TRYING SO HARD TO WAKE UP IT WAS A NIGHTMARE I HATE THIS GUY!!!

anyways then he tells me its my DESTINY???? HUH??? and so i tell him no and then he like tells me it'll also save the KiNGDOM?? and i got this scene of the king fucking POISONED???? and that it would help the poor little peasants who were suffering???? to appeal to my moral judements??? and so i ignored him for a couple days and one day i was leaving for the medieval market and he was like 'cmon just one lil smooch' and i was like OKAY FINE ILL KISS YOU WHEN I COME BACK and i went to the store

when i came back i told him lets get this over with and as he leaned close and closed his eyes i pulled out the weapon i got from the store and killed him and i THOUGHT IT WOULD WAKE ME UP

but it didnt happen and i was just surrounded by this huge crowd of people and like kids were crying parents were covering their eyes everyone was horrified and then i looked down and i saw my old crush's skin MELTING OFF until he turned into this way hotter guy??? and basically i got arrested and then some monks came and they explained that basically i had just. killed the person they considered a deity??? and then i realized in the temple i had seen him painted and there was a mural of him in the store so i was like.... oh....

anyways i got imprisoned as a religious criminal and then his freaking older brother showed up and he was WAY hotter than his younger brother and i couldnt even get through the explanation until he decided as punishment he would send me to hell to do different tasks

anyways after a couple months i finally convince him that his brother had set me up and i didnt know and yeah eventually he finds out the 'destiny' his younger brother was talking ab was like if he did get to kiss me he would be able to go into my world and take over my body???? anyways he was gonna apologise to me so he organized this nice thing but the idiot left me alone in whatever hell he owned but the problem was he didn't. kill me to take me to hell. so the lore here is the demons in this world eat mortals so i, the completely alive person, when he left me for five minutes, was torn to shreds. yeah. it was the worst dream EVER BRO

[violetnotez]

HC: Mineta being a Pervert to the Boys S/o

@dekulover555: Hey could I request something with kamanari/bakugo/deku/kirishima when minnetas being a pervert to a fem s/o and like touching her up even after she’s asked him to stop please and thankyouxx

In which case MIneta can jump off a cliff

Pairings: Kaminari x reader | Bakugo x reader | Deku x reader | Kirishima x reader

(RULES  | MASTERLIST| REQUESTS OPEN!!! :))

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Kamanari

Usually Kaminari is a pretty chill dude

Him and Mineta used to drool over girls all the time- including you

They had talked and made elaborate plans all the time to see if they could somehow get the girls to be shirtless or get to see them in their underwear- but none of their plans would ever work, they were more just like fantasies they would freak out over

When Kaminari started dating you, those talks kinda stopped- he had a girl now! He didn't need to talk about other girls- he had one he loved and cherished and who was already hot!

So Mineta had been pretty deprived of any type of NSFW talk (cause nobody else was willingly gonna deal with his horny ass)

One day, you were sparring with Bakugo in the gym, when his quirk accidentally lit your shirt on fire

You instantly shouted in surprise, ripping off your PE shirt before it could burn you

MIneta-Boob-Radar Activated

“What the hell Bakugo!” you stood there, your skin turning red from the heat so close to your skin

“Well- you should have dodged it dunce face!”

As Bakugo was red in the face trying not to make eye contact with you, Mineta literally latched onto your leg

“No wonder why Kaminari’s dating you- your chest is amazing!” 

You tried shaking him off, but his grip was too strong- he started making grabbing motions towards your chest and you felt your cheeks get warm with anger

“Get off you of me little purple freak!”

Kaminari had been working with Kirishima, not noticing your dilemma until Bakugo had stomped over to tell him what was happening

Kaminari never got angry easily, but the sight of Mineta trying to crawl up your body made him erupt with rage

You were clearly uncomfortable as you tried to cover up your exposed top portion with a clingy MIneta on you

“Please! One touch, thats all!”

“Get the hell off of me Mineta!’

Kaminari ran over to you, yanking Mineta off your leg as Kirishima and Bakugo followed

your in Bakusquad if your dating Denki, its ride together or die together with this group

“What the hell are you doing dude?!” Kaminari yelled at Mineta who literally had tears in his eyes

This grape is way too damn horny oml

You instantly ran to Kaminari, hugging yourself against him- he always made you feel safe

Mineta trudged off, knowing full well he wasnt getting anything more with Bakugo and Kirishima glaring daggers at him

You hugged Denki, a soft smile gracing his face

“You okay babe?” he asked as he pulled away from you slightly, looking at your face

“Yeah, Im fine- I just need a new shirt, that’s all.”

Thats when it fully registered to him that you didnt have a shirt on- he then noticed how your slighty bare chest felt pressed against his chest, and then he looked down- and oh crap he probably almost had a boner right then and there

“I-uh-um-yeah, that’d probably be best!” he would stutter and giggle, feeling his quirk go into overdrive

“But you do kinda look nice like this though…”

“Denki I swear to god I will kick you.”

Bakugo

Does Mineta want to die?

This boy is POSSESSIVE

AN ANIMAL

You are his girl, his s/o, his lover, his EVERYTHING

If anyone touches what is his he will MURDER them

He overreacts allottt

But this anger definitely comes in handy when you needed a certain pervy grape to get away from you

During a training session, you had the unfortunate fate of being paired with Mineta

It would have been fine, if only Mineta would stop drooling all over you like you were a piece of meat

“You ready, beautiful?” he’d ask before you started your training mission

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore his eyes practically undressing you as you walked past him

Mineta knows full damn well that by you being Bakugo’s s/o, he would get pummeled for so much as thinking such lewd thoughts about you

But he had been eyeing you for so long, and if Bakugo wasn’t around, he thought  he would be okay and not die if Bakugo wasnt near you

Oh how stupid that assumption was

As you two are walking, he just stares at your ass, keeping a few paces behind to watch it as you walk

“Can you not?” you ask, disgust in your voice

“What?” he asks as if he wasnt doing anything, “Im just walking.”

You fight the urge to kick him

You just sigh, turning around- it would be a long class period being paired with him for a training exercise, but you could manage

Of course this little purple idiot begins to start staring at your rear again

Anger and dread bubbles in your stomach- could he just not be like this for one second??

 You could easily pummel him into the ground- but you didnt want to waste your energy on somebody who didnt deserve to have your energy wasted on in the first place

So you continually took the anger that was caused by Mineta’s perverted staring

The icing on the cake though was when you felt a light squeeze on your rear, making you shoot around in shock

There he was, his hand in midair and this disgustingly blissful expression on his face

“Did you JUST-” you practically yelled out, rage and embarrassment making you begin to turn red

“I couldnt help it- it just looked so touchable-” he said, his hand about to touch you on your ass again

You took off in a run, Mineta making grabby hands behind you

You finally found Bakugo, who was paired with Yaomomo

“Katsuki!” you’d yell, running into his arms

He instantly noticed something was wrong- you were cuddled into his neck, giving a very pale looking Mineta a dirty look

“What the hell is going on?” he asked, his face harsh and serious

“He-he,” you gulped, the embarrasment rising, “he touch my, uh-”

Bakugo didnt need to hear anymore- he was concerned Mineta would do this, and now his fear became into reality

He internally kicked himself- he should have known Mineta would pull some pervy shit like that on you- he should have made sure you would have been okay

But that guilt quickly got overtaken by an incontrollable rage

“Did you just touch my girlfriend you fucking pervert?” he’d growl, his voice dangerously low

That meant shit was going down

Mineta gulped, his face paler than a sheet- Bakugo then grabbed him by the front of his shirt, dangling a terrified Mineta in the air

“Where?!”

“Huh?” Mineta asked in fear

“Where the hell did you touch her you idiot?!”

“Her-uh-her-butt-but-” Mineta sqeuaked out, trying to form some sort of excuse

Welp that when Bakugo saw black

You and Momo had to restrain Bakugo as he started going on a rampage, screaming all kinds of profanities

“You fuckng extra!! Im going to kill you! Shes my girl- you have no fucking right to touch her! Do that one more time and Ill blow you ass up! You hear me?! You so much as look at her and your ass will be seven feet under in your own ashes!”

Yeah- Whenever Mineta now sees you he walks the other way, and he hasnt bothered you since

Deku

Deku is very oblivious to Mineta’s harassment

Like- he can’t be that bad right???

*cough cough YES HE CAN

But if you tell him he will be the first to stomp over and give him a piece of his mind

If he sees it- oh he will be so UPSET

Mina has somehow rounded you up into one of her personal projects, in which she was creating an all girl dance

It was you, Momo, Toru, and Mina learning the choreography to a really upbeat girl group song

Tasty Carrots by Shou

You had finally learned all the choreography, now switching into outfits so Mina could put it into her social media

This girl def has a Tik Tok

Mina has put you all in little skater skirts, yours being high waisted, pleated, and reaching just barely reaching your mid thigh

Mina was squealing- “You all look so cute!!! We are TOTALLY going viral!”

Right as Mina started the music, and you began to do a few practice runs, Mineta and Kaminari walking past

Mineta had spotted you all from like a mile away

His literal wet dream- a bunch of girls dancing in little skirts

None of you notice though- you just continued with the choreography, attracting a little group on onlookers from the blaring music-including Midoriya

Mineta had pulled out his phone half way through and instantly started taking pics

At one part of the dance you have a tiny duet part with Mina where you bend down slightly

This perv instantly got right under you and took a whole ass pic

You heard a flash and look between your legs, seeing  the purple idiot

You screeched, your face red as you yanked your skirt down

Mina instantly started yelling at Mineta, trying to catch the little idiot while Kaminari tried to yank his phone away from him

Izuku was filled with raged-how dare he do that to you?!? He was about to give him a piece of your mind, but seeing your embarrassed face made him think otherwise

He ran over, wrapping you into a hug

You were feeling so dumb-you didn’t even notice the little group of onlookers forming, making you feel even more embarrassed

Midoriya then sees Mineta run past, and as if on instinct grabs him by the arm

Mineta squeaks, regret riding through his body-nobody has ever seen Midoriya look this mad

Izuku yanks Mineta’s phone out of his hand, quietly searching through his camera roll

He finds the picture and hi face turns a little red because geez you do look really hot-

He quickly (and permanently) deletes it, so Mineta can’t go into his recently deleted, and hands it back to him

“Don’t you ever, EVER do that again.” The threat seemed simple but the way Midoriya voice was full of ice and his eyes on fire made Mineta’s skin turn cold

Kirishima

sorry if this one seems longer than the rest!

It was the end of the year and Yaomomo had invited everyone to her house for a big summer celebration pool party!

Of course everyone was excited- Yaomomo was rich and her house was beautiful and massive! Also she was the best hostess anyone could imagine

Mineta was excited for another reason- he couldn’t wait to see all the girls in bathing suits of their own choice, not the dumb leotard-like ones the school made them wear

Secretly hoped they were as skimpy as possible

Momo had invited all the girls the night before to a massive sleepover- you all went shopping for new suits at a beach themed boutique

Of course it was super expensive, but the owners of the shop were friends of Yaomomo’s parents and gave you all a FAT discount

Everyone was super happy with their suits- yours was all red,  with a strappy red top, the bottom also matched in color and were slightly high waisted and showed off the sides of your thighs

The next morning you all spent time getting ready and helping Momo prepare to when everyone else came

Everyone started trickling in and greeting each other, getting snacks supplied by Momo and swimming or dancing to the “Top 50 Songs” playlist blasting outisde

You were in the kitchen getting some punch with Mina when Kirishima and Bakugo came in

Bakugo looked like he would rather be anywhere but there, while Kirihsima was just excited to find you and have some fun!

When Kirihsima saw you- his mouth dropped- you looked seriously stunning and he couldnt make his heart stop pounding so hard

Also your wearing red- he can try to act as chivalrous as he wants but he cant deny that red on you makes him go CRAZY inside

“Kirishima!” you yell happily when you see him, running over to give him a hug

He instantly twirls you around and tells you how pretty you look

You go outside and everyone begins to hang out, playing some games, swimming, dancing, or just plain mingling

Mineta is of course on a mission- he is just sitting in a really dark corner of the party pratically trying to memorize how all the girls look and drooling like a perv, concocting a plan in his twisted head of his

The moment he hears Uraraka yell- “Who wants to play volleyball- Boys vs Girls!” He instantly jumps up- now was time to get his plan in action

You and Kirishima join Uraraka, Izuku, Kaminari, Mina, Bakugo, and Tsuyu in the game

What you all didnt notice was Mineta, who was waiting patiently to pounce on one of the girls- he unfortunately chose you as his victim

When you wadded towards the end of the pool to try and save the ball, Mineta had reached over and pulled at one of the straps of your top, easily detangling it from your chest

You felt something loosen- and then horror rippled throughout your body

You qiuckly ducked under the water, only your eyes visible as your face was on fire

Mineta at first was cheering, your top tangled in his grubby hands, but then everyone started screaming at him, Mina throwing every threat she could think of while Uraraka tried to block you from sight and Froppy got you a towel

What really terrified Mineta was Kirishima- he was desperately trying to crawl out of the pool, all the boys trying to restrain him because he was literally going to KILL Mineta

Nobody had ever seen Kirishima that mad- even Bakugo

Mineta ran off, still holding onto your top as Tsuyu wrapped you in a towel

Kirishima ran over to you, wrapping you in a hug

“You okay? Im so sorry that happened! I’ll get your top back- I promise!”

And this boy did-of course after he calmed down- while Bakugo followed suit

As much as Bakugo hates to admit it, he does like you and you being his best friend’s girl, he protects you as much as Eijirou does

They both found where Mineta was hiding, Bakugo grabbing the little grape while Kirishima rambled on about “how unmanly that was” and how Mineta needed to “respect women and be more chivalrous”

Also may or may have not have told him that if he ever did anything like that again he wouldnt hestitate to teach him a lesson

After that little stunt, Yaomomo kicked him out of the party, all the girls breathing a sigh of relief

Kirishima came back, all the girls sitting around you and giving support-but once they saw Kiri they’d knew you’d be okay and gave you some privacy

This boy cuddled the crap out of you for the rest of the day and didnt wanna let go

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are you alright? (remus lupin x reader)

summary: remus and the rest of the marauders pay you, lily, and snape a visit, which changes everything. 

word count: 1.7k

genre: fluff

ship: remus lupin x reader

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y/n she had two friends, lily evans and severus snape. today was a good example. the trio sat under a tree, discussing their most recently assigned project, as a group of students slowly decended in their direcion. lily groans, watching james rumple his hair and pull out his snitch. y/n looks over at the boy to his right. remus lupin, a quiet, tall, handsome boy whom y/n was quite attracted to, though she would never tell lily or snape this, considering his best friend was arrogant, and bullied snape. remus and you had a moment int he library a week before. you were reaching for a book on pne of the shelves, and couldn’t reach. remus found you struggling and lended a helping hand, with a smile of his face. you blushed and thanked him, before scurring away. 

“your staring again” lily whispered. y/n felt her self grow pink as she sucked on her bottom lip, refocusing her attention on her note pad and pen in front of her. 

“hey snivellus” james spat, making sirius and all the other people behind the group laugh. snape shifted in his spot uncomfortably. y/n slowly pushed her things into her bag, as did lily so they could get out of there. 

“leave him alone james” lily responded. james crosses his arms. 

“what are you doing hanging out with the freak, and the veela?” james asked, laughing. lily looks at you, a sad expression spread on her face. you were the first half human half veela witch to ever go to hogwarts, making you the center of bullying by jerks like james potter. 

“c-come on severus, let’s go” y/n whispered, standing up. 

“awe don’t leave now, we just want to talk. is it true that veela’s arent even human? they just use men for-”

“stop that james!” lily exclaimed. james scoffs, as sirius and peter stand beside him on his left, egging him on. remus stand on his right, on his face was a guilty frown. 

“expelliarmus!” james exclaimed, pointing his wand at snape who stood at least ten feet away from the group, and his only two friends. 

“snivellus! snivellus!” the crowd began chanting. 

“put him down!” y/n exclaimed, only making james send him higher into the air. 

“who wants to see me take off snivellus’ trowsers?” james asks the group of random students. the crowd cheered as lily marched towards james. 

“stop right now!” she exclaimed. 

“alright, ill stop. if you’ll go to hogsmeade with me on a date.” he hissed. 

“i think she’d rather go out with the squad in the black lake.” you replied, crossing your arms. lily walked back towards snape, you closely following. 

“let us help-” lily begins to tell an embarrased snape. 

“no i dont want your help! why would i even want to friends with a mudblood and a stupid veela anyways?” he spat. you felt your heart hurt, as the crowd die down. 

“hey, apologize to evans and l/n right now!” sirius exclaimed. 

“no, it’s fine. he’s chosen his words and we’ll choose ours. i never want to see you ever again....snivellus” lily said, grabbing your wrist and beginning to walk away. the crowd roared as james made snape go farther into the air. 

“merlin y/n, im so sorry” she whispered to you. you shook your head, pushing your h/c hair out of your eyes. 

“it’s fine. if people find something different about another individual, their first instinct is to make fun of it. i never expected much less from any of them.” y/n said softly.

“hey! wait up!” you heard a voice yell, you turn around to see remus jogging towards you. you stop in tracks. lily looks at you, smiling. 

“ill catch up” you say. lily nods, making her way towards the castle. remus smiles at the shorter girl now standing in front of him. 

“hello” he says. she smiles at him. 

“hi.” she replies, remus drags a hand thorough his hair. 

“sorry about potter he can be uh-”

“a bit of an arrogant git?” you finished. remus smirks. 

“yes, an arrogant git is the perfect term” he says. you look down at your arms that are carrying your books. 

“are you alright?” the boy asks. y/n sighs, looking up. 

“y-yes i’m fine” she says, a weak smile crossing her face. he grins back at her. 

“well i was just wondering if you and lily wanted to hang out with james and i” he says. you suck in a breathe. 

“he wants to apologize. he is really sorry. sirius wants to meet you too. says you look interesting.” he says. you smile. 

“sure, it might take some convincing but i’ll be there” you replied, your eyes darting towards the scar across his eyebrow. 

“oh im sorry” you say as he notices you staring. 

“it;s alright im used to it-” 

“it’s cute” you say, interupting him. he blushes, as you sink your teeth into your bottom lip. 

“i should go find lily.” you say quickly remus nods, a smirk still on his face as sirius, peter and james walk up behind. 

“hey y/n” black says with a smile. 

“hello”

“im sorry about the veela comment. quite rude of me.” james says. 

“it’s fine. just stating facts. thank you for sticking up for me and lily.” i reply. james smiles at me, looking at remus, who’s cheeks were still bursting with a deep pink color. 

“oi, why is your voice so red?’ james says, remus clears his throat. 

“sunburn.” he responds. you smile to yourself. 

“well um, i should go find lily. see you later. bye remus.” you said, spinning on your heel, and walking towards lily who was in the far distance, leaving black, pettigre, and potter laughing at remus, who watched you in awe. 

“well?’ lily asks, as you finally catch up to her. 

“remus invited us to sit with him and potter at dinner, to talk.” i said, a grin on my face. lily smiles softly. 

“well, this should be interesting.” she said, wrapping an arm over your shoulder before walking into the the castle, towards your dorm to begin getting ready for dinner with the boys. 

over the past couple of months, you and lily had become inseperatable with the boys. sneaking out after hours, eating every meal together, even getting detention together. 

“what class so you have next?” i ask remus. 

“transfiguiration, and you?” he asks

“just the same.” i answer. remus smiles at me, slipping his hand into mine as he led me to the classroom. as soon we walked in, murmers began to rise. snape stared at our hands in disgust. 

we sat down at our desks that were across from one another, as snape approached me. 

“may i speak with you?” he asks. i nod, standing up and following him out of the classroom. 

“why are you hanging out with him?” 

“who? remus? he’s kind to me” the girl chirped. snape’s glare darkened. 

“im sorry about what i said. i hope i didnt ruin anything” he mumbled. i stared at him for a moment. 

“well, you did ruin our friendship.” i say. snape flares his nostrils. 

“besides, you’ve made death eating friends of your own, and quite frankly, i feel bad for you.” i say. snape looks up.

“lily loved you too” i whisper, before entering the class again, taking my seat. snape did not return. 

“are you alright?” remus asks. i look up at him. 

“im just fine” i whisper. he grins. 

“let’s go find everyone else, yeah?” he asks. you nod and follow him to the gryffindor common room. lily reads a book as james and sirius play chess. 

“hello sunny!” sirius exclaims, knocking over one of james’ statues. one of the the many nicknames siruis and everyone had given you. you really didn’t understand the nicknames but you didnt mind, if anything it made you feel a sense of pride. you sat beside lily, who smiled at you. remus sat beside you. 

“what did snivellus want, sunny?” james asks. 

“he apologized and asked why me and lily hung out with you gits.” y/n said. digging through her bag for her copy of frankenstein. 

“and what did you say mate?” sirius asked, throwing all of james’ statues off the board. 

“i told him im being forced against my will. ahah!” you exclaimed, finally finding your book. james and remus chuckled, as you rested your head onto remus’ shoulder this was normal for you two. everyone just assumed it was innocent, which it felt like to the both of you. inside your heart burned and ached for remus lupin to return his love to you and only you. 

remus let you rest on his arm, occasionally resting his head on top of yours, as he wrote his essay for a class you weren’t in. 

“what is your essay about?” you asked quietly. 

“werewolves.” he answered. you nodded. his eyes diverted down to you, then slwoly back to his paper. 

“are we going down or staying here?” sirius asked, referring to dinner. 

“you three go, i have to finish helping remus with his essay” you say. the all shrug and head to the great hall. you slowly stood, pulling a confused lupin to your dorm. 

“wha-”

“are you okay?” i ask the boy. he looks down at me. 

“y-yeah” he answers quietly. you sat both of you on your bed. 

“you....you seem upset at me or something.” you mumble. 

“no no love im not upset. it’s just.....if i tell you something you promise....you promise you wont hate me? or...or tell anyone?” he says, holding both my hands in his. i nod. 

“of course remus.” i say. he looks at our hands before talking. 

“im... well, when i was young i was scratched by a were wolf” he says. i nod. 

“and, once a month on a full moon, i turn into a werewolf” he whispers. i run his hand with my thumb as he countinues. 

“it’s a very painful process, so sirius, peter and james learned the ability of becoming any animal they choose whenever they’d like, to help me through the process and make me less lonely, and prevent me from killing any humans.” he says. he looks up at me. i smile at him. 

“it’s not your fault remus, and you are still the same person you were before you told me. ill be around no matter what.” you reassured. he smiled, pulling you into a hug. 

“i was just scared to tell you because i really like you, sunny.” he mumbles into your hair. you slowly pull away from the hug, seeing his smile drop in fear. you place your hands on his face, softly pecking his lips. he smiles. 

“well i really like you too moony”

[pierdutaintimpsispatiu]

Vladbruarie day 11

ziua 11: pribeag prin Moldova (wonderer through Moldavia) || zapada/frig (snow/cold)

The cold chipped his lips and hardened his cheeks. The wind ruffled his tunic and the cold entered his bones. Vlad tugged at its cuffs in an attempt to bring himself some warmth. In vain. Forced to leave his home with just the clothes on him, the Basarab prince cursed the harsh weather under his breath.

Vlad wondered lost the mountain villages. His hair tangled like the dry twigs in birds' nests, his body covered in a crust of dust and dirt. The pride enabled in his mind by the noble state of his birth weeped for days. For, with not a money on him and his face broadely known, he had no means to earn a pay. Other than roaming from place to place and living off scrapes good people handed him.

The nights found him hugged in the ripped cloak – such a fine work when it was still carefully cared for by servants. Now a relict of former glory. Like its owner, Vlad thought bitterly.

Sometimes, he laid under the moonlight, surrounded by trees and lulled to sleep by the sound of running rivers. Other times, he had to stop on the road. When the legs gave in and his stomach growled. He'd sit outside an inn and wait for stranger's mercy. And he'd die a little inside every time.

Walking and walking on days with no end, Vlad passed the borders of his land. He noticed the change in patterns on villagers blouses. The lightly nasal speaking with its lazy vowles and pronounced consonants. And, of course, the rich monasteries, looming over the life of moldavian people.

A thought lingered but a moment: to search his cousin, seek his help. It was gone as it came. For how could he show to Ștefan's doorsteps looking like a begger? Vlad shook his head to himself and kept going as of before. Througu woods and forests, villages and boroughs, surviving harder and harder each passing winter day.

When the northern winds brought the first snow, Vlad still refused to ask his cousing for help. He stubbornly camped in a lower clearing, head resting on thick roots sprawling and twirling above ground, stealing as much heat from the fire he build. When he noticed the strange numbness in his limbs, he rushed to the nearest house – a shephard's home – and was lended a woolen coat.

However, it was not enough. And soon, the tips of his fingers blackened of cold and his eyelids fluttered shut more often than not. It was as such that Ștefan voievode came to find him.

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Vlad opened his eyes to familiar paintings spreaded over a stone ceiling. A wave of panic awoke his mind and the man jumped from the bed in search of a threat and a weapon.

To his left, a mild snicker. "Peace, cousin. You are safe."

Vlad groaned. His shoulders slumped forward and he turned to face the oh so pios voievode. "Ștefan," he greeted. "I thought guests surprise their host with a visit, not the other way around."

"Ah, good to see the cold had not stripped you of your delightful spirit, Vlade. Welcome to my modest home. Do not shy from asking after anything you need." Ștefan took in Vlad's appearance, noticing not for the first time his ragged clothes and bruised skin. "Anything at all," he pointidely completed his statement.

When Ștefan found Vlad, the poor lord was covered in snow. His lips were blue or purple when deprived of light, his face red as the dying flames near him were supposed to be. One of the billagers saw him and reported to the living saint, who set off willimg to bring the ill-fated man to his home. Great was his astonishment upon discovering his near frozen to death cousin. Now, Vlad look much better. Though winter left its mark on him, at least he didn't loom half dead anymore.

"Serioulsy," Ștefan grew annoyed by the silence. "Just ask, cousin, and you shall recieve."

Grinding his teeth, seethed embarrased without measure, Vlad mumbled something about needing a shift of clothes.

Ștefan smirked pleased, but didn't move from his seat. Amused, he mused: "I'm sorry, Vlad, my dear, I must've miss it. What did you say?"

"You had me brought here to laugh at my expanse, then. Cousin?"

Ștefan rolled his eyes. "You need to relax more. Keep on like that and you'll have grey hair and wrinkles before me." He paused, walked to the door and opened it widely. "I brought you here because you were in my country, killing yourself slowly with yout pride and stubborness. And I could not have had it with good faith."

Vlad let one eyebrow slide upward as his features fell in an incredulous expression and enhanced his voice mockingly. "Of course, how dare I forgot, your holliness, oh, the kind one. Who wouldn't let a soul unsheltered, unconsoled, who seek salvation for all."

Ștefan would have answered if not right then a short woman tailed by two younger maidens rushed in. The woman carried on her arms a pair of pants, a tunic and a wool cape. One of the maiden behind brought a pair of boots and woolen socks, the other, soap and buckets of steeming water.

They folded the clothes on the bed, prepared the bath and left. An hour and a half later, Vlad felt like a new man. Clean, dressed and warm, now all he wanted more could only be a cup of tea and food.

"You're farring better, I see," Ștefan said from the same spot Vlad left him when he went to bath.

"And you're a better sain than voievode if you waited for me here instead of tending to your country."

"My country is well, dear cousin. And it can excuse one day of mine as I take care of my family. How do the clothes fit you?"

"Fine."

"Really?" Ștefan sat up and walked towards Vlad. "I would have said they look rather tight on you. But worry not, it shall be quickly fixed and you'll be ready to attend the feast in your honor."

And before Vlad could even think of protesting, the same three women as before rushed inside. This time, the younger ones carried a basket of clews, each with a needle stuck inside. The older woman drew a thread and shoved it in Vlad's* mouth before spitting on her fingers, rolling the end of clew between them and passing it through the needle.

The woman then proceeded to peel and sew, as Vlad was silenced by the thread between his lips, much to Ștefan's amusement. When the ordeal was finally over, the two men left for dinner, poking fun at each other to hide the joy of seeing each other again.

@vladbruarie

*for non romanian readers, if any: there's this belief around here that if someone sews something while you wear it, it will bring death closer to you and/or narrow your mind, hence the need of having a thread in your mouth on the duration of the sewing )

[sleepysailorghost]

flowers in your hair

The flowers are plentiful here, the sunshine warm and the day pleasant. It was serene here.

There was almost nothing like this in the wasteland. Anywhere else, this would be a trap. Just as they started to relax, something would attack, or a thousand rigged explosives would detonate.

Only, not this time. This seemed to be a place hidden from the world, not a fragment of the old world ravaged by nukes. Untouched and timeless.

Tracey breathed softly, threading her fingers through the soft soil. For once her geiger counter was silent. With her enhanced eye, she couldn't see any dangers. A warm, familiar hand settled on top of her own.

"Decorum prohibits it, but I feel like being close to you." her lover said, sitting beside her. She leaned on his shoulder. Neither of them were wearing their heavy armor-there was no need for it here. Power armor had been set aside for flannels. Tracey had put away the majority of her weapons, only her handgun was still on her person.

"I feel the same."She said. Danse raised her hand up to his lips as if to kiss it, only to be interrupted.

"Ugh, get a room!" MacCready whined, as if he wasn't laying half on Tracey's lap.

"Oh, let them be cute and mushy together! It'll make for a good story. i wish we could print pictures in the paper, like they did in old world papers!"She gestured at Tracey and Danse, as if targeting them in a camera. "Because let me tell you, this would sell a million papers!"

"How about no?" Tracey said, looking bemused at the situation. Danse set her hand down, not fond of public displays of affection. He didn't let go off her hand, though.

"Very immature, MacCready." Danse responded gruffly, a little embarrased. Maccready sprung to his feet.

"Noo!" he rejected.

"Yeah, sure." Piper said.

"Aw, whatever. Who needs your approval anyway?" He settled back onto Tracey's lap awkwardly, and somewhat crankily. Tracey ran her fingers through his hair fondly. "Ah stop that, boss! You're getting my hair dirty."

"Fresh round of lemonaid for everyone?"Codsworth floated in, two cups already at the ready.

"Sure, Codsworth. I'm sure everyone would appreciate that." Tracey answered. Codworth busied himself with passing out pre-war cups filled with juice. It was similar to lemonaid-citrus plants were too hardy to die off entirely. Not quite the lemons she remembered, but really, how often did she notice? Still lemons, they just tasted a little different.

She drank the lemonaid slowly, savoring the taste. Her throat was more dry than she thought. The cup clanked gently against her holotags, and she leaned back on her other hand, winding it into the flowers.

The flowers were golden and the stems were such a vibrant green. They were some sort of marrigold, or maybe a yellow daisy. Look, Tracey was a detective, not a florist. It seemed like they were healthier than even pre-war plants.

She remembered the days she and her sister had spent in flower patches like these. Those afternoons spent playing in the farmhouse yard, making daisy chains and memories. Within a few years, her sister and mother would die and her father would abandon her. No one could have predicted any of that, but it didn't stop her from over analyzing, looking for any sign of her sister's illness.

How unlucky did a person have to be to outlive not one, but two families? And their entire world?

Part of her wondered if she would outlive the one she was trying to build. She hoped not, knowing that trying to move on if she lost Danse and MacCready would kill her.

Danse took her hand again, holding it in both of his, pulling her back into the present.

How lucky had she been to be given three different families? Sure, the time she had spent with them was shorter than it should have been, but it was time that she treasured.

Taking her hand back from Danse, she picked up a flower. Then another, piling them on MacCready.

"Stop putting this shi-stuff on me."

"Jusy hold it for a second. I'm doing something." MacCready was a brother to Tracey, sure, but he was whiny sometimes. Taking two in her hands, she bent one under and over. Her hands were clumsy with particular movement-it had been a while since she had made a flower crown.

"Feeling creative today, Miss Tracey?" Codsworth quipped.

"Whatcha doing there, Blue?" Piper asked, looking on in confusion.

"You'll see."

Danse watched the movement of her hands as she added to the crown and weaved more flowers in. She roughly guessed out how large it would need to be and finished it. Gently, partially because she didn't want to jostle MacCready, raised her arms up placed the crown on Danse's head.

"Do you like it?" The paladin was flushed, a healthy pink glowing on his face. It was an intensely beautiful sight. Danse was an exceptionally handsome man, and it was complimented by the golden flower crown.

"Hey, Blue, I think you broke him."

"It's beautiful, Tracey." Danse finally responded. "Thank you."

"Hey, where's mine?" MacCready said, complaining playfully. Danse glares at him for a second, still wearing the flower crown as Tracey gathers more flowers for the craft. Just as she had the first time, she began. Soon enough, she had finished MacCready's crown.

"Sit up,"she nudged him.

"Aw Tracey, you didn't have to. Well, since you already made it..."

Rolling her eyes, she placed the flower crown on his head. Just then, quick hands grabbed it from him.

"Piper!" He shouted, springing to his feet like a Jack in the box. "I'm gonna get you!"

He and Piper ran around, the reporter trying to keep the flower crown from him, and the sniper trying to get it back.

Even Paladin Danse couldn't stifle a small chuckle at the sight.

Clumsily, his own hands retraced the same movements Tracey had used. His technique was unpracticed, but he imagined few people had the luxury to do this sort of thing on a regular basis.

He placed the crown on his lovers head, then caressed her cheek with his hand.

"For you." He almost whispered, drawing close to her. He pressed his lips to hers, pulled her into his arms. "I care very deeply for you."

Tracey cuddled into his arms, drawn to his warmth despite the warm day.

"I care deeply about you as well. I love you." The ways she said was almost like a confession, something she needed to be reprimanded for. "I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you."

He didn't promise that nothing would happen. To do that would he a lie, and he did not want to lie to Tracey.

"You are so beloved, my dear." he said simply, kissing her cheek with chapped lips. Then again, slightly below, and again, dappling her cheek with many kisses. "I love you."

"Ha, look who's laughing now?" MacCready boasted, holding his flower crown up like some sort of trophy. "You're just jealous anyways."

"Jealous of what? Your immaturity?" Piper responded.

"No, my fabulous personality, charming wit, and great hair."

"Oh, yeah, I'm sure you're very popular with the ladies."

"Being popular with women isn't important, Robert." Danse said, like that was some sort of comforting point. "It is more vital to show strong character and good morals."

"Yeah? What peice of Brotherhood propaganda did you get that from?"Piper sniped, another quip readied about how she didn't know Brotherhood soldiers even knew about sex, being that they just assembled new soldiers. Then she thought about how he had been kicked out of the Brotherhood for being a synth, and decided not to.

"Well, actually it's from-"Then Danse came to the realization that the reporter was ridiculing him, and cut off abruptly. "Never mind."

"I'll have you know, Piper, I'm plenty good with women. They can't get enough of me."

"Sure, not everyone digs the whole dirty-rat-mercenary look though."

"Geex, you wake up on the wrong side of the bed or something?"MacCready asked. "Or are you just sore that I caught you earlier?"

"No, I let you win! I was bored of it anyway."

Tracey fiddled with the switches on her pip-boy idily while they argued, flipping from the statistics tab to the equipment tab and back again. She smiled to herself as she poked through the notes on her pip-boy.

Taking Danse's hand, she helped pull him up.

"Ready to go home?"

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Five Feet Apart Book Review

by Rachael Lippincott

2/5 stars | CW: dead family, death, terminal illness, divorce

Stella and Will meet in the hospital because they both have Cystic Fibrosis (CF), a terminal lung disease. At first, Stella thinks Will is arrogant and rude, and Will thinks Stella is overbearing and a goody two shoes. But as they work through their differences, they realize they’re following into dangerous territory because people with CF can’t get within six feet of each other.

This novel is adapted from the screenplay by Tobias Iaconic and Mikki Daughtry. If I would’ve known this before hand, instead of during the acknowledgements, my expectations going in would have been different. A lot of my complaints and dislikes fall largely on the fact that movies/screenplays move a lot faster, with a lot less depth than books do. Although I’ve tweaked how I look at this book, all of my comments still apply.

From the first 25 pages, it felt cliché and predictable. Certain things that were supposed to be a shock weren’t eluded to subtly. Will as a character, when we first meet him, is also an over exaggerated cliché of the sarcastic boy who doesn’t care about safety. He’s just rude, rather than seductive. About more cliché characters, Poe is uncomfortably stereotyped. A Colombian gay jock who’s Catholic parents were deported and his catchphrases(?) felt like they just modeled him after what they think a gay Hispanic is like. There’s even something to be said about the notion of minority side/best friend character dying to further the plot of the white main character. Poe didn’t have to be Will’s friend. He didn’t have to be okay with Stella risking her life to be with Will. The fact that he died the night of Will’s birthday party that Stella set up doesn’t sit right with me. It was very predictable that somebody was going to die. I thought it’d be Will or Stella so this was only a slight plot twist from the cliché I was expecting. It reads very much like a 2013 John Green novel. I would have adored this when I was in 7th grade. Now, it just seems childish and limp.

If you hate fast paced relationships, especially ones that are “hate-to-love” but just feel like insta-love, this book is not for you. It makes no sense for Stella to keep thinking about Will after she definitively decides she hates him and vice versa. Why would she go check on him instead of telling someone it looked like he was about to fall off the roof? Why would she go into his room if she’s scared of a disease he could possibly give her? There’s no reason given for either of these. His POV started with absolutely zero depth. Despite being in his head, I felt like I was watching him from an outsiders perspective: all actions, no thoughts. That’s how this entire novel is, all telling and no showing, one of the first things I was told not to do in my writing workshop courses. Will tells the reader he could talk about drawing for days but I’d rather see him just gushing about it longer than one sentence. The characters are only an idea of what they are supposed to be.

I finally began to like the novel when the stakes started getting higher. Stella having to get surgery with her dead sister’s traditions looming in the back of her head along with her divorced parents and high risk of death actually made me feel something! I became invested enough to care about the outcome. This was probably because it began to stray from what I expected as Stella became more rebellious, making the scenes more fun. It was still very fast paced with nothing to fill the time. The actions done didn’t line up with the time that was supposed to be moving. An hour would supposedly pass with 15 minutes worth of dialogue instead of just moving throughout the day. To combat that, I took in as much as I could from the funny lines and second-hand-embarrasment inducing scenes that are cute, or at least supposed to be.

If you like really corny and cliché young adult romance novels, this one is for you. If you like romances that aren’t supposed to work and the characters try their hardest to defy the odds, this one is for you. If you like fast paced, hate-to-love romances, this one is for you.

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Re-write Part 4

-Thunderclan is immediately angry and windclan is very very confused, Whitestar refuses to jump onto the Great Rock because he will not share it with Tigerstar and what the heck did he do with RiverClan? Tallstar, seeing the tension and realizing something’s gone down jumps off as well, trying to get answers from Whitestar, who announces that Tigerstar killed Redtail, tried to kill Bluestar, killed two other ThunderClan warriors directly, set ThunderClan on fire, and tried to lead dogs to ThunderClan’s camp

-ShadowClan goes “nooo he was with US, he brought our warriors back and helped us get rid of the illness, he’s been making us strong again” they won’t believe tigerstar could do all that

-tigerstar continues to go on that he is now also strengthening riverclan by ridding them of their illness and joining them with shadowclan to make TIGERCLAN, the riverclan cats seem to shrink and be embarrassed, especially leopardstar, it is then that whitestar notices that riverclan’s deputy, stonefur, was not at the gathering,  nor was mistyfoot or graystripe or any of their kits, who would be new apprentices by now and should be attending their first gathering

-tigerstar continues that leopardstar’s and mistyfoot’s son, perchkit, died of the illness but since then the sickness had cleared after he isolated the half-clan cats in riverclan, including mistyfoot and her kits, stonefur, and the unloyal graystripe and his half-clan kits, the sickness had also killed graypool, who had tried to defend mistyfoot and stonefur from being imprisoned because she had raised them as her own when they were brought to riverclan (tigerstar actually killed her/had her killed and said it was the sickness that took her)

-tigerstar explains that it was the half-clan cats that had died from this illness because they were inherently weaker then pure blooded clan cats because their loyalty, and therefore their strength, was split no matter what they said or did, tigerstar says that the only way to get rid of this weakness in the clans is to become one clan, under him, to become as strong as they can be, riverclan already did it, and now he was proposing for windclan and thunderclan to join, even with their “difficult” past

-thunderclan and windclan obviously object and refuse, which tigerstar angrily retorts that then whoever doesn’t join tigerclan in the next three days will be killed by his clan and that windclan and thunderclan would be destroyed either way

-the gathering ends with windclan and thunderclan leaving first, when thunderclan gets back to camp they’re greeted by a half starved graystripe, who says that with less of tigerstar’s followers in camp he managed to escape, he trembles in fear, agony, and embarrasment as he begs for forgiveness and for help to save his kits and mosspelt, as well as mistyfoot and her kits and stonefur

-fireheart and ravenpelt immediately agree, as well as willowpelt who covers graystripe in licks and gives him a mouse to eat; sandstorm, taken aback by her cousin’s state, agrees that it would be wrong to not try to rescue his kits

-whitestar pretends to think on it for a moment, but then fully agrees that thunderclan will help in any way they can, and will take in graystripe’s kits, mosspelt, mistyfoot and her kits, and stonefur as refugees,  it would be wrong to not try to help any cat, especially since most of these cats were thunderclan’s kin (he pretended to think, but we all know he would have killed tigerclan himself to save his grandkits and his cousin-siblings and niece and nephew-cousins)

-a rescue party of graystripe, ravenpelt, fireheart, and sandstorm is sent to rescue the cats: graystripe to guide where they’re being held, ravenpelt because he’s small and sleek so he can hide easily and be sneaky, and fireheart and sandstorm because they’re fast and can hopefully fend anyone off just enough to escape. They roll in river mud to hide their scents and pelts, especially fireheart’s

-they hide in the bushes bordering the riverclan camp by the nursery where the cats are being held hostage and they’re met with the horrifying sight of blackclaw and dustclaw shoving graystripe’s kits, stormpaw and featherpaw, into the middle of the half-wrecked camp and mosspelt yowling in distress as two black and white toms (snake and ice) block her way of escaping through the nursery entance, stonefur is being held guard by darkstripe and blackfoot on the other side of camp as tigerstar growls that the new apprentices’ father cowarded away like the thunderclan cat he is to leave his kits to die without him and that they must pay for their father’s disloyalty and cowardice, while stonefur must prove his own loyalty to tigerclan by being the one to kill them, especially his own apprentice, stormfur, yowls of objection can be heard through the nursery by mistyfoot and her kits even though they can’t be seen

-leopardstar, looking miserable and defeated, looks up to tigerstar and asks him why stonefur must be so cruel, he’s already proven clan loyalty, he was her deputy, he was a brave, strong, and loyal cat even if he was half-clan, he shouldn’t have to murder to prove his strength, and the apprentices hadn’t had a chance to prove themselves yet, but they were crookedstar’s grandkits of course they would be strong and loyal to riverclan-

-tigerstar interrupts her there, hissing that their riverclan loyalty didn’t matter, that riverclan no longer existed, only tigerclan, and she had allowed graystripe  to stay even though she knew he was a disloyal thunderclan cat, and therefore she had no say and no power in this decision, which made her bristle and a glint of her old stubbornness returned to her gaze, but she said no more ase she glanced around at the glares of tigerstar’s cats and even a pawful of her own cats, who supposedly her own cats, like blackclaw who she had once seen as her brother since they were nursed and raised together

-ravenpelt presses graystripe to the ground as he almost let’s out a full growl in the bushes of the camp and sandstorm and fireheart start thinking of a plan, perhaps making a distraction and getting as many cats out as possible, graystripe and fireheart start vigorously digging a hole behind the nursery that maybe mistyfoot, her kits, mosspelt, and her own birth kit, dawnpaw who wouldn’t leave her foster littermates or her mother, could squeeze out of while ravenpelt slinked away to make some sort of distraction, sandstorm whispers into the nursery that they’re there to save them, mistyfoot says that she will not leave her brother, and mosspelt says that she will not leave stormpaw and feather, sandstorm says that once ravenpelt makes the distraction that she needs to call to stormpaw, featherpaw, and stonefur to run to the nursery as fast as possible

-blackfoot shoves stonefur forward to be in front of the young apprentices who look half starved like graystripe and trembling, stonefur bends down and quickly whispers something into stormpaw’s and featherpaw’s ears and touches his nose to stormpaw’s head and gives him a knowing nod before turning to tigerstar who’s hissing to “prove your loyalty already, no more soft heartedness” stonefur raises his head up high and proudly states that he would never kill an apprentice, especially not innocent ones who are also his clanmates and kin

-tigerstar growls “of course” and flicks his tail to darkstripe and blackfoot who immediately run toward the apprentices only to be blocked by stormfur’s body, still strong with being half starved, there’s no more time, the hole has to be big enough and ravenpelt’s yowl can be heard from the opposite side of the camp where he lays hidden several fox lengths away, mosspelt yells out to stormpaw and featherpaw to run back, and with cats running to go see what the howl was, the fight bloody fight between stonefur, darkstripe, and blackfoot, and mosspelt’s howl, ice and snake are confused enough to be pushed through by the apprentices, who even though are young and starved still have the bulk of their father to push through and daze their guards, dawnpaw slithers through the hole first, then featherpaw, stormpaw, and mosspelt after them. Mistyfoot shoves her kits toward the hole and is about to run through the entrance to help her brother until snake and ice crash through the entrance instead with growls and hisses “THE HALF CLAN CATS ARE GETTING AWAY” ice yells, but two of mistyfoot’s kits have already gotten out of the nursery and reedpaw is almost through, snake smacks mistyfoot down with giant paws, but as reedpaw escape sandstorm slips through and pounces on the black and white tom, knocking him over into his brother and she pushes mistyfoot towards the hole, yelling at her to leave now, but she leaves through the nursery entrance instead, where she’s met with blackfoot’s jaws snapped shut around stonefur’s neck, his blood covered body gone limp and his eyes glazed over with death as blackfoot drops his body like a piece of rotten prey

-tigerstar order his cats to catch the escapees, but there are only a few left that didn’t go after ravenpelt’s yowl and weren’t on patrol, leopardstar yells, begs, mistyfoot to run, which snaps her out of her daze and she turns around and dashes away, pushing through the walls of the camp, sandstorm slashes and kicks at the cats that try to get in her way and mistyfoot leaps into the river, where the rest of the escapees are farther ahead, because most of the cats following tigerstar can’t swim like riverclan cats, the only way they can follow them is one by one across the stepping stones, where whitestar planted a patrol of longtail, mousefur, thornclaw, and himself as back up, and trapping the tigerclan cats so they can only head back to riverclan or get clawed at with no where to escape

-blackclaw; however, was still raised riverclan and also now follows tigerstar, along with beetlenose, voleclaw, and sunfish and they swim after the escapees, sandstorm, graystripe, and fireheart reach sunningrocks and continue to run to meet them, dawnpaw, featherpaw, and stormpaw are the first to make it to shore where graystripe immediately warms them with licks, mosspelt and mistyfoot’s kits make it soon after, but blackclaw is almost caught up to mistyfoot and as she gets onto shore he hooks her back leg with a claw, but fireheart and sandstorm bat him away, and whitestar’s patrol joins them, fighting the former riverclan cats who flee, being outnumbered

-the 8 riverclan refugees are quickly taken to thunderclan camp and made nests, fed, and made warm, featherpaw, stormpaw, and dawnpaw sleep in the apprentices den, and with graystripe insisting that he stays with his kits it’s quite cramped but warm, reedpaw, primrosepaw, and pikepaw stay with their mother and mosspelt in the nursery

-that night the cats of both riverclan and thunderclan sit vigil for stonefur, graystripe, mistyfoot, mosspelt, whitestar, mousefur, and one-eye stay up all night to mourn him, graystripe and mosspelt thanking him for protecting and saving stormpaw and featherpaw, stormpaw stays up as long as he can to sit vigil with them, but is pressed by his sisters to come to sleep

-whitestar spends the whole night thinking about his lost cousin, hoping that him, mosskit, oakheart, and bluestar can finally be a family in starclan, and asks them to watch over and protect their kin and clans closely in the coming days

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See you on the other side, my loving son | Ethan Ramsey x Naveen Banerji(?) Ethan's POV

Author's note: I read latest chapter and I am crying,man. Before reading this fanfic, read my another fanfic called "live well, Taylor" . Its Ethan's POV and you guys will read Ethan's letter from Naveen. I am working on chapter 3 of " Slow, but sweet romance". Hope you guys like my fanfics and poor writting skills :D Enjoy :)

Warning: None unless crying

Tag list: @lilyofchoices @buzz-bee-buzz . If you guys wanna be tagged in my future fanfics, let me know.

Inspiration: Naruto OST 1 - Sadness and sorrow; Shisui Uchiha's farewell to his best friend Itachi Uchiha

Ethan grabbed the letter from Taylor's hand and opened it to read it. Naveen... he thought to himself and started to read the letter. He knew that rollercoaster of emotions will hit him anytime while reading the letter

' Ethan,

I know that you will find this letter weeks later after my death, but don't be sad reading this letter and smile while reading it. I know you wanted to help me with my illness, but fate knows that this is the end of my path in life. I told you that it's waste of time helping me, because I knew the end of my life was near, but you was a very stubborn boy and refused to let me go. I appreciate all the moments we had inside and outside the hospital. Hey, remember the time when you was an intern and spilled coffee over Zaid? It was the most  hilarious moment in my life. I know it's the most embarrasing moment to you, my son, but I want you to appreaciate those small moments in life and live full life. I didn't told you this, but I saw how you looked at Taylor's eyes. Full of awe and love behind those blue eyes. It's beautiful to see that you are slowly opening yourself up to Taylor and not being a cold asshole, that is my son. Please take care of her, son and thank you for everything. You know that I am not married and don't have kids, so I've decided to leave half of my small fortune to you and Taylor. Even I will be dead soon, but I will be walking by your side in every step. One day, we all will die so cheerish time you have in life and live well, son. See you in the other side, my loving son.

   Love, your mentor, best friend and father, Naveen'

Reading this letter, he started to sob and think about times he had with his mentor, spilling coffee over Zaid, sitting in the bar together, reading textbooks and hanging out. Naveen, thank you for everything you've done to me. If not because of you and kindness, I wouldn't be a diagnostician by now, I don't know where I would be.  He looked at Taylor and she started to sob aswell, she hugged him tightly. He couldn't back out, but instead he hugged her tightly and cried. Live well, son... ; I will be walking you by your side each step... words echoed in his head from his now dead mentor. To Naveen, he always was and always will be his son and best friend. They pulled away from each other, putted their letters away and went outside the house to enjoy the life Naveen always wanted for Ethan and Taylor, live happily and enjoy every second in life. Just live... and live well... are Naveen's last words to them, a reminder to live their lives not just inside the hospital but outside aswell. Naveen would never be forgotten to him and her. His kindness and charisma would never be forgotten and mostly appreciated.

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Kids gotta be kids | Corazon, Law

A/N: Oh, hey! I'm alive. Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy this, sorry for the long wait!

Okay, just in case you are not in the One Piece fandom, but you want to read this, I'll give you a quick explanation (warning of spoilers): Law has a serious illness and Corazon takes the responsibility to find a cure for it, so he takes Law to hundreds of hospitals to find help for the kid, but all the doctors are scared of said illness so Corazon ends up burning up all the hospitals they go to. Literally.

Also, Corazon uses a weird make up.

Summary: Law is upset because doctors keep not wanting to help them up, but Corazon is there to make it him feel better.

Warning: Law is a kid during his time with the illness, so this fic has a kid being tickled. I know some of you don't feel comfortable reading about it, so you've been warned!

This is not a pairing!

Words: 1k+ (under the cut)

Corazon sighed when he found Law sitting right where he left him, with his knees up, hiding his face between them, and his arms embracing his legs. Corazon balanced all the fruits in his arms and approached him, making sure to step carefully to not fall.

He still wondered if that would make Law feel a bit lighter.

He placed the fruits in front of Law, but the kid didn't budge, instead, he tightened his arms around his legs. Corazon sighed again and he let himself fall beside Law.

"Law?", he didn't respond. "Law, I'm sorry. I know you are tired of this", he makes a pause, just to see if there was any reaction from the kid.

He was just a little happy to see his thin arms relaxing a bit. "And I know it embarrasses you that I keep burning up every hospital we go to", Law actually lifted his face to that and looked at Corazon, rolling his eyes and showing he was, in fact, embarrased. Corazon chuckled. "But just give me another opportunity, yeah? I'll definitely find a cure to that illness of yours"

Corazon placed a loving hand on top of Law's head. "Just trust me, please. Keep trusting in me"

Law hid his face again and Corazon quickly took his hand off his head, not wanting to make him angry. He waited, for an answer or a punch, he didn't know, he just waited and waited and waited until Law finally looked up at him again.

Corazon was kind of expecting a nasty look from him, even after saying all of those nice things, so he was not ready to find Law's eyes shining brightly in a way he had never seen before, and see a big child-like smile pulling at the corners of the kid's mouth.

The first thing that crossed his mind was that he was probably dead and he was seeing an angel in the form of Law.

He didn't want to be dead, the kid needed him and-

"Stupid, Cora-san", oh, that's not something an angel would say. "I'll trust you", Corazon gasped and placed a hand on top of his chest, relishing into Law's words.

Law simply rolled his eyes, not expecting anything else from his companion, and with a soft smile still plastered on his face, he looked at the fruit in front of him and extended his arm to took one of the reddest apples his eyes had ever seen.

Corazon, on the other hand, was still astonished, looking at his little companion happily take a big bite of the apple.

"Law?"

"Yes?", Law cleans up the juice falling from his chin as he looks up at his guardian.

"Law, do that again?"

Law tilts his head, just adding cuteness into Corazon's heart, and looked to the apple in his hand, then to Corazon, and then back to the apple.

"Okay", he says and opens his mouth widely, going for a second bite.

"No!", Corazon quickly says, stopping Law with his teeth a few millimiters away from the fruit. "Not eating! Smile! Smile again like you did one minute ago!"

Corazon nearly had a heart attack when Law's cheeks quickly dusted with a pink blush and his grey eyes opened a bit wide.

"You are stupid, Cora-san", he says, turning his head to avoid Corazon's gaze. "I do not smile", he bites his apple again.

"C'mon, Law! You just did! And you looked so cute!"

That made Law choke on the juice and the piece of apple filling his mouth, Corazon hit him in the back, scared that he might die.

"I don't look cute!", he gasps when his coughing fit dies. "Stop saying such things and just let me eat!", Law hugged his knees again as he angrily eats his apple.

"Please?", Law turned his face around. "Please, Law", Corazon got closer to him, just wanting to push his limits. "Just a little smile", he moved just a bit closer, almost touching Law. "A little smile?", he moved his arm, elbowing Law in the side a few times, noticing how the boy tensed for the invation of his personal space. "Please, Law?"

Law hid his face on his knees again, hiding his apple between his body and legs. Corazon decided to just keep elbowing him until he heard a muffled sound coming from Law.

A muffled sound... that sounded like a giggle. A giggle.

"Did you-

"Stop poking me!", Law lifted his face, looking at Cora-san and regretting it as soon as Corazon's face lighted up with realization.

It tickled him and he knows it did tickle by that muffled giggle and the way the corners of Law's lips trembled, trying to stop a smile from forming.

Corazon was amazed, speechless and surprised. His hands worked faster than his mind and before he could stop himself, his fingers latched into Law's sides, squeezing up and down the length of them, making the kid shriek and fall back as he giggled and kicked.

"You are ticklish!", he truly can't believe it. "Law, you are ticklish!"

"Dohohohon't tell mehehe!", tickling will not stop him from being a sarcastic little shit, apparently.

Law squirmed and tried to push Corazon's hands away from his sides, but he was just a kid and his strength wasn't enough, even worst when he's laughing against his will.

"Well look at you, you can really laugh, can't you?"

"Stohohop!", to Cora-san's surprised, Law was laughing nearly in hysterics as his back arched and his legs kicked trying to hit Corazon in the face. "Cora-sahahan! Don't tohohouch me!"

"Tell me, Law", he starts as his fingers brushed against a very sensitive spot on Law's sides, right under his ribs, Law let out a bark of laughter, his head throwing back and his body bucking up. "Your sides are a good spot for tickling?"

He smiled when he saw Law's cheeks slowly turning a soft pink. He looked adorable, he had never seen such big smile stretching his lips. His eyes were closed and the laughter pouring out of his mouth was so childish, so genuine and happy. It seriously made his heart melt.

"Corahahahazon!", Law yelled, squeaking when Cora's fingers moved to his child-like tummy.

The laughter died down a little, Corazon noticed as he clawed his fingers, which were long enough to cover up all of Law's tummy and part of his lower ribs, and the kid's laughter turned into giggling.

"C-Cora-san! Stohohop doing this!", Law giggles, trying to push Corazon's hand away. "I'm dyihihing!"

Corazon looked fondly at Law, this kid was very special to him now and he can't stop himself from making him laugh. He really wants to see him happy, but he probably needs to rest now, his face is a bit too red.

"Just one spot", Law giggled hysterically when Corazon's fingers climbed up from his tummy, past his ribs and up to his chest like little spider legs.

"No please!", the stubborn child finally begged. "Plehehehase not there! Not thehehere!"

Corazon chuckled. "Not there? Where? Here in your neck?", Law squeaked and quickly scrunched up his shoulders.

His hands tried to stop Corazon's, but it was useless. Corazon easily wiggled two fingers under Law's chin and lifted his head with no problem, exposing Law's neck to his mercy.

"Ahahaha! C-Cora-san! Wait! Wahahahait!", Law was already laughing loudly, even snorting a little.

Corazon laughed a little too. "I haven't done anything, Law", but he did as soon as those words left his mouth.

He held Law's head up with one hand as the other wiggled around his sensitive neck. Law shrieked and fell into hysterical laughter, his arms and legs flailing around.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle, Law~", Corazon teased. "What a ticklish neck you have here!"

"Nohohoho!", Law laughed out, his head shaking from side to side as much as Corazon's hand left him, his hands curling around his attackers wrists, trying to push him away. "Not thehehere!", he begged again.

"Too ticklish here?", Corazon sofly wiggled his fingers against the soft skin, not wanting to hurt Law. "Are you enjoying yourself, Law?"

Besides all of his bucking and shrieking and begging, Law was, somehow, looking happier than ever. There was no expression of pain in his features and he let his laughter pour out of him without holding it back to look strong and mighty.

Corazon thought that, from the first time in a long time, Law was actually enjoying being a child. He was letting himself be the kid he was, he was letting himself forget about his illness and his hard past and the scare of dying.

And Corazon felt happy that he was helping him to be free, even for a little while.

Law didn't respond to that accusation, of courae, but his cheeks flushed even more and that was enough for Corazon.

"Oh, you know what should I do?", Corazon stopped, letting the kid catch his breath as residual giggles made his body shake. "It'll probably drive you nuts, thought"

Corazon was suprised when Law started to giggle in anticipation. "Dohohon't raspberry mehehe", Corazon laughed.

"Oh no, you discovered my plan!", he easily moved Law's head up, not that he put much of a fight, and leaned down, making Law shriek with laughter. "I haven't done anything, Law", he says and blows a little bit on the exposed skin. "But here I go"

Corazon really didn't need to actually blow the raspberry, as soon as his lips pressed against Law's neck, he was thrown back into hysterics, so the whole raspberry thing was just finish up the game.

"You okay, Law?", Corazon helped Law up back into his sitting position.

"I'm fihihine", he breaths out. "Don't do that ever again!"

"Oh c'mon, you loved it"

"Did not!", he blushed.

"You did"

"Did not", Corazon chuckled and ruffled Law's head.

"Okay, sure. Whatever you say"

Law hugged his knees once again and Corazon got worried that he might misunderstood and Law actually hated it. He was going to apologize, but Law opened his mouth to talk.

"It was- it was fun", he mumbled, his cheeks turning red again, Corazon's heart melt inside his chest.

"I'm glad you think so, Law", he says. "It was, in did, really fun"

Law just nodded and they sat beside each other, enjoying each other's company and waiting for Law's breathing to finally become normal.

"Hey, Law?"

"Yes?"

"I think I painted your neck a little bit... I'll have to clean it up", Law started to giggle again and before Corazon could attack him, he got up and run away from him.

"You gotta catch me first!"

Corazon will let him be a kid for as long as he wants to act like one.

[defeatingfall]

My Experience with Mental Illness

My parents aren't divorsed, they don't fight, I didn't get severly abused. My parents always did the "beat them till they understand" method of teaching, and I learned pretty fast how to not get hit, but my little brother wasn't so lucky. I cried every time they hit him, I still remember his screams. My older brother, 10 years elder, would verbally abuse both of us

I know a little of when it started or the general cause, but here it is. I was 11 or 12, I had a couple of friends, was outgoing, but when middle school happened I got super shy. Even tho, i still had 1 or 2 friends. Things seemed pretty good, until my best friend at the time said she had "gone to look at a school". She didn't come back for a while, but when she did, my mom told me she went to a hospital. She had posted pictures of self harming. I didn't know this until recently, but my mom said she seemed sad all the time, and that she was started to notice it in me too. Being 12, I didn't understand anything that was going on. We eventually drifted apart because my ignorance turned into anger. As I started going on Youtube/the internet (my parents banned us from it), I started discovering the world, and how cruel it all was.

I remember my first breakdown was on my 13th birthday, I cried because I didnt want a haircut, my mom said I embarrased her and that I was horrible to make her feel like that. So, when I got home, i took the only 'sharp' thing I had, the edge of a wristwatch until I bled on multiple places of my body. Im pretty sure I did it for attention. But, after a little while, the 'cut for bieber' thing went around, and I started wondering why people cut, so I did it. But once I started, I couldn't stop. It felt so good. My arm was completely cut up, but I told my parents that the cat did it. I told one of my friends what happened, and she told them. That demolished my friendship with her, because I thought she would understand. At this point, I wasn't depressed (at least i dont think). My parents confronted me, crying, asking why, and me being a child, i had no idea. I couldnt just tell them 'it felt good'.

Nothing happened for a while after that, but I kept feeling worse and worse. That experience with my parents, them seeming so sad when I had no idea why, no idea what was wrong and no idea what I felt, made me so so confused. I started wondering if it would be better to die. I considered running away neumerous times, I would wish on stars that I would get cancer. I attempted to drown myself in the bathtub.

But that all changed when I started watching anime. I don't know why, but having a medium that my parents didnt moniter, and something that I could have completely on my own made me so so happy. It was my escape and my own little world. It turned me around, for the most part, my depression started going away, but anxiety came to take its place. I started having it in middle school but it just got worse. I couldn't stand in class without crying, I couldn't see my neighbors without crying, I couldn't see strangers at home without crying. Because my parents begging me to get a job, finally, at 16, i go to a therapist and psychiatrist where I get diagnosed with Minor Depression, Generalized Anxiety Disorder and OCD. The OCD bit is because ever since I can remember, Ive pulled out my eyelashes/eyebrows, but at 16, it got so bad to where you could visibally see my eyebrows and eyelashes were gone, it is also because of the horrible intrusive thoughts I started to get at 14. I didnt trust myself around kids, i didnt trust myself around my cat, i didnt trust myself around ledges.

My therapist did help, as I had finally someone in my life I could turn to. And the medicine I had been taking completely eliminated my intrusive thoughts, helped me land a job, and become more outgoing, although i still battle with trichotilliomania.

Every now and again, i just get overwhelming depression still. Hurting myself always fixes it, though