#my abuser is literally crazy someone get their bitch please

[deathcrushedcorpse]

also, just in case he does see this (idk how he would since i hide my body’s identity on this blog and you really would have to dig to figure out who i am) and immediately jumps to conclusions like he always does,

i am strictly anti endogenic “systems” of any kind. you require trauma to have ended up with DID.

in no way am i disagreeing with this thought point, i just truly believe that using harmful- bordering upon ableist- insults gets the argument nowhere and ultimately makes anti endos look like the raging assholes endogenics make us out to be. maybe i’m crazy for thinking we shouldn’t immediately jump to insulting these people by calling them “delusional freaks” and should probably just discuss our evidence with them like adults? even if they respond immaturely or aggressively? but regardless, it isn’t a crime to just attempt to be kind once n awhile. it’s almost like if you meet them with aggression and immaturity right out the gate, they’ll likely meet your energy.

you will always receive the energy you give.

[ch3rr13zk1n]

Alright its introduction time

Im CHERRIEZKIN! PHILIPINES RGAHHHHHHHHHH ‼️‼️‼️🗣🗣🗣🔥🔥🔥

Why the fuck am i so currently fixated on regretevator

I like memes and things i enjoy, like art! Also if you catch me being an awful person PLEASE tell me.

I tend to also get sorta uncomfortable with people being confused by my stuff or someone seemingly not in the same fandoms as me liking my fandom content as it sorta makes my brain explode and PANIK!!! Not like you can't enjoy my stuff when you don't know shit about the stuff i like but it sorta makes me think some random person just came across my stuff out of nowhere

And i occasionally make weird jokes about fictional characters (sorry about that I'm possibly hypersexual.) but i don't wanna see NSFW TOO often so purely NSFW accounts.... don't even like a single post of mine at all plz :3 (unless you make NSFW of characters i like like..... Heheh. Not really but really)

Also I'm a minor!!!!!!! Never forget that! (Or do if you make Wallter ns- IM JOKING IM JOKINF I DON'T MEAN THAT)

Sorry about the suggestive and NSFW jokes i have no idea why but sometimes i just have the urge to say that publicly on the internet. Maybe that furry fetish game i found when i was nine really did fuck me up badly. Also i password locked cherrysimpingtime for the sanity of the Regretevator fans. D:

Anyways i got like.. 2763 interests like Solarballs, Shovelwares brain game, Captain underpants, The youtube shorts arg, Vocaloid (Ish), Undertale , SMG4, DHMIS, Alphabet lore, OMORI, Bugbo, The amazing digital circus, Pretty blood, Art, BFDI, Object shows in general, REGRETEVATOR, Tally hall (ish), Vs Bob and etc (The ones highlighted in green are the ones that are fixations as of the time of editing this and the ones in purple are dying/dead interests or got pushed aside by the others. The amount of purple is crazy)

though i post about some fandoms more than others but it doesn't mean i don't like/don't know any fandom on this list that isn't mainly being posted about here

its just that i draw Wallter from REGRETEVATOR pregnant instead of talking about how Rinny from Pretty Blood is a fucking bitch because my fixations are in a constant war

i also have a Tiktok and a mostly abandoned Youtube account (don't look at certain posts on my tiktok you'll go blind)

Also this account is mostly full of shitposts, Memes, Reblogs and doodles so good luck finding high quality art here!! I don't put my own tags a majority of the time and don't even tag some of my posts with the art tag since I'm insecure and stuff. I do create a bunch of dumb shit like Wood Noise~ Bark Bark Dog Mannequins so maybe you can check stuff like that out if you like my shitposts.

Also Wallter is my favorite character and my heart cannot be put on a leash so i have a crush(?) on that gayass (whoops)

Though the crush part is debatable as i still question if i really do feel romantic attraction.

I'm also a bit of a shipper and i ship SnowBoots, Glecctor, Wallmark, Walljim/Jimwall, SlimJim and etc. If you are uncomfy with any of the ships listed or literally want shippers to get the fuck off your page then block me or tell to to leave your page

Also sometimes i don't read people's pinned posts and generally just reblog because that's sorta like a secondary more useful like button to me (this has resulted in BAD consequences..)

i also had a bit of a tier list showing my opinions on the regret characters but that's kinda outdated and may not be fully reliable on my actual opinions on those characters however you should know that Wallter is.. According to my moots and other people... My comfort character, My favorite character and my "fictional crush" currently. He sorta means a bunch to me rn so don't potray them as an abuser or rapist.. Please. If you violate these boundaries then i may not hesitate to block you.

Actually.. Not just Wallter. ANY of my favorite characters.. Or maybe just any character in general unless its canon or smth and NOT romanticized. However i may not be able to tell which one is spreading awareness, a vent or just literal fetish/kink shit.

But i am more forgiving towards vents and spreading awareness now (don't ask why i dunno I'm sorry)

anyways that's all you need to know i guess! uhh have a weird image and stan Wallter on my page! (Not forcing dw)

glevil x mannequin mark shippers dni.

[m00nz-writes]

just a lil rant but...

i hate booktok. they have made their entire personality reading shit awful slop that glamourizes and sexualizes abuse, rape, and so much other fucking awful shit. every time i meet someone and they tell me that they like booktok, it's an immediate turn off.

like sure, you could be talking about the very FEW actually good booktok people who talk about actually good books, but most of the time it's "colleen hoover" this and "colleen hoover" that. i don't care about that woman, because she writes terrible stories (and i know i'm no wonderful author) that loves to make boring one-note characters and glamourizes the idea of rape and abuse. not to mention she has defended her fucking disgusting rapist son like???? no ma'am. he's a fucking monster.

i've also been seeing those booktok girlies ranting about how they just skip whole paragraphs??? like don't read a book then, you dingo. if you only wanna read poorly written (pot calling kettle black, i know) fetish content, then just read that. they get angry because the words take up the page, like yeah. that's a book. this is exactly why i never share my book recommendations because these people just love being so insane about actually well written books and claim it's "bad writing" then they go and love on zodiac academy????? like what the actual fuck, babes?? it's giving insanity.

i usually don't like being a bitch about this type of stuff, i'm just sick and tired of volatile air that booktok has had for... since fucking forever. it gives off the air of those girls who peaked in high school and used to bully others for reading, but now that it's cool it's all the talk about and do... but they only want smut. and that's perfectly fine! look, i may hate colleen hoover and the insane lore that fucking surrounds her, but i do understand that her books do have a market and that's why they're popular. but if you're not even WILLING to give a book that has interesting characters, good dialogue, excellent storytelling, etc. etc., then don't even bother. because i'm tired of seeing these women ranting about how it's all "terrible writing" and "too wordy" when it's literally just a fucking paragraph... like that's what a book is, baby. it's not anything crazy or special.

i'd prefer if people read because they actually wanted to read, not because they feel like they "have to" or because of the "aesthetic" of it. is it seriously so fucking hard to just enjoy books and not be absolutely unhinged because you dislike how the book is actually a book? and can we PLEASE stop normalizing fetishizing abuse and rape?

[aajjks]

just wait til hers & his parents finds out 🫢

mommy issues!JK

koo bear i’m sorry

you can come back

i’m sorry 😰

please forgive me

jungkook answer your phone

ANSWER YOUR FUCKING PHONE!!

i’m sorry baby. please forgive me

PLEASEEEE

JUNGKOOOOK PLEASEEE

i’m literally going to kill myself if you don’t respond and it’ll be your fault

jungkook i love you

i love you so much

please text back?

i need you

i miss you

i love you

i love you

i love you

i love you

i really love you

i really really love you

like a lot

i love you a lot

20+ missed calls from the bitch

“hahaha, you’re so silly jungkook” you say as you take another bite of your cheese pizza. distance? jungkook doesn’t know what that is because anytime you scoot over, he pulls you right back. he’s basically on top of you but you don’t mind. you actually find it cute and you’ve gotten used to his touches.

every now and then he’ll caress or kiss the palm of your hand, place his hand on your thigh, or wrap his arm around you. and he loves to listen to you talk. he could listen to you for HOURS; constantly watching your glossy lips ramble about your inner thoughts or bite them whenever you get nervous and bashful.

“So yn… what would you like to do? You can see I’m all yours for a few days until I find a new job”

“me too” you pout. “umm…i’m actually not sure. we can go to the outlets in seoul. i need to buy an outfit for alina’s baby shower!”

you mentally face palm yourself. you probably sound like a gold digger to jungkook, so you quickly try to come up with another plan but it’s too late. if it’s shopping you want then he’ll go shopping with you. maybe it’s corny, but jungkook wants to buy matching shirts or wear shirts that says “her boyfriend”/“his girlfriend.”

from eunwoo

picked up seol from his sitter so we got him

you know what that means 😏👉🏻👌🏻✌🏻👅💦

“well what do you want to do, jungkook? my ideas are pretty boring”

~🫧

“Come yn let’s go- let’s shop!” Jungkook takes your hand after paying the bill, and he’s practically running with you out of the restaurant because he’s so excited. It’s been so long since he he’s been a relationship where he’s been happy and…

this is his third relationship because his first girlfriend was Nara… and we all know how abusive she was doing the course of the relationship.

You are Like a breath of fresh air, sometimes he wonders that if he makes you just as happy as you make him.

He’s now making sure that you sit comfortably in his car, in the front seat. It’s so exciting and it’s so intimate.

“so what’s your favorite color? I think we should get matching clothes!!! for the baby shower of course!!!” Jungkook asks you as he begins to drive.

You both talk and talk and talk with his phone is still going off so he excuses himself to check it while driving, which is not something he’s doing because focusing on driving is really important.

You begin to look concerned because his phone is ringing like crazy.

the bitch.

i’m literally going to kill myself if you don’t respond and it’ll be your fault

10+ texts

20+ missed calls

eunwoo:

picked up seol from his babysitter

you know what that means 😏👉🏻👌🏻✌🏻👅💦

Now if Nara wasn’t having a psychotic mental breakdown, Jungkook would laugh out loud at eunwoos message.

First the condom and now the emoji’s. It’s safe to see that his best friend is haunted.

But.. he can’t bring himself to smile because it’s been a while since she had a psychotic episode like this… but when he hears you call out his name, it’s like someone has stopped, choking him.

“Y-Yeah I’m so sorry. I’m fine. I just- nevermind!!! Yn you were telling me about your favorite color. Please tell me my favorite color is red purple and black you know… but you look sexy in any.” He winks, putting his phone on the dashboard so he can focus on driving and you, of course

Nara is not his burden.

••••

Mrs Jang is so concerned, she can hear the wailing coming out of Nara’s room and it’s concerning the old woman, it’s been hours.

Why is she crying? “Nara… my sweetheart what’s wrong?” The chaebol woman asks her but she gets no response except for screaming and glass breaking sounds.

“I WILL KILL MYSELF! HES MINE! MINE! EOMMA HE WAS ALWAYS MINE! I’m going to fucking stab myself!”

Her eyes widen in horror. “JANG NARA OPEN THE DOOR RIGHT NOW!”

[tinycurlyfry]

Character Opinion Bingo: Zoro and Law please :)

OHOHOHO GOING RIGHT FOR MY HEART I SEE~

Zoro:

Zoro was my favorite for a BIG portion of Pre-timeskip. There are so many layers to this simple man and I LOVE IT! He is the gayest man alive, he is so fiercely loyal of his crew- HIS FAMILY, he is Luffy's anchor, he is Luffy right hand arm man, his silly rabbit. He is so smart and an amazing strategist but is also so fucking dumb. Just the dumbest bitch. There is something WRONG with him and the way where he literally can't be normal when fighting another man and cannot keep himself from making some sort of batshit crazy or horny af sounding comment when facing off against an opponent. He somehow is both so honorable and some sort of freaky feral THING when he fights. He outwardly gives the lone-wolf vibes but he is so dedicated and constantly focused on his crew and what is the best course of action to keep them safe. Zoro is an AMAZING team player and leader and he puts Luffy and the crew above all else. He outright said Luffy was more important to him than his pride, his ambition, his own life. If this man beats himself up for not being strong enough one more time I'm going to sob and strangle him and sit his ass down before he trains himself into an early grave.

Law:

Listen. there is no question Trafalgar D Water Law, Dr Heart Stealer, Mr Surgeon of Death, THE Damsel of Dressrosa is my favorite. His backstory, his vibes, the cold front he puts up, his love for his crew and his family (both biological and found). His need for control because he's had so little of it in his life. He loves silly little guys but will take that to his grave before admitting it out loud. And he's a little silly himself! He's got the best sense of dry/morbid humor. He makes me so profoundly sad and happy and I am obsessed with literally everything about him. I am kissing him but like, in the way that I am giving him a forehead kiss and tucking him into bed because this guy is running on caffeine and like two hour naps AT MOST. He's someone who you really have to look at his actions more than his words, because he will push people away and get all huffy and angry but he is so kind. He is also, like Zoro, frustratingly self sacrificing. He is healing from trauma and abuse and is now finding out who he is and I'm so happy for him. If anything more bad happens happens to him I will not be okay. He means so much to me.

[xorobyn]

Bitches’ stomachs look so nasty after pregnancy. Seeing that shit makes me fucking sick. I’ll literally gag. If bitches wanna ruin their bod ok… and I can’t say this to too many ppl bc bitches will get offended from hearing the truth but oh my god. It’s so disgusting. And pregnancy in general ruins your body. Idc what these pro woman activists say - it fucks ur body up.

A bitch like me could never

Never ever ever

I’ve been in shape my whole life

Been in the gym since 9th grade bc soccer and volleyball

Then continued in college

And now I’m in such good ass shape

My body type is perfect

Bitches PAY to look like me

And I’m in love with my body

Why tf would I throw all this away from some dumb ass kid

Let’s not forget my tits are perfect

And bitches pussy’s rip down to their ass hole…

When they push that mf out

So they just have one big hole

FUUUCCCCKKKKKK NO

Not about to have a stitched up ratchet ass pussy

Stretched out pussy and stomach????

I’m gooooooooooooooooooooooood on that

You got me fucked up

And a tummy tuck doesn’t help bc ur stomach still looks fucking gross

You will have a big ass scar

God

I’m investing in my body while I’m young bc as I get older I’m going to just keep getting sexier and being sexier than the old hags around me that let themselves go and they no longer have youth to rely on

This is a great example of how I’m a hating a hoe

And I rlly don’t care. Bitches are fucking stupid. Just shooting out kids bc it’s what they are told they should do. Yet have no fucking ambition. Can’t afford to live on their own… think a kid will make a mf stay. That’s so crazy to me - having a kid out of wedlock. At least my parents were married when they had me. It’s so trashy how ppl have a “baby daddy” and even have multiple. What the fuck???? Trashy ass hoes. And there’s so many bitches out here like that. I’m immediately already better. Having a mfs child with no ring is outrageous. Congratulations ur kid is a bastard😭😭😭 they are setting them up for failure from the jump.

Bitches are so fucking dense. Having kids but can’t even afford an apartment. Can’t even afford day care. Don’t even have a nice car. Just some fucking kids that are going to live in poverty when the baby daddy moves on as he will. If a man lets u have his kid and doesn’t marry u………… yeah bitch that’s all u need to know. That man doesn’t want u. And now he’s trapped. And u need to abort that fucking kid.

Shit just frustrates me so bad bc these kids don’t deserve to grow up in broken ass families. They don’t deserve to have men the bitch is currently fucking to come in and out their life. I would fucking never like huuuuhhhhhhh. They really just don’t care how pathetic they look.

And relying on someone else’s finances instead of your own is foolish. Congrats now that man has full control over ur life. And u know what? He probably fucking likes that. Bc males love to control bitches. And that’s only going to lead to more abuse. Next thing u know this male is beating u and guess what????? U can’t leave bc ur dumbass has no fucking career to support yourself. I mean goddamn. Why do ppl want a free hand out?? Whatever happened to ambition?? And being independent?

A bitch like me has ALWAYS EVEN SINCE I WAS A KID KNEW I was going to have MY OWN MONEY MY OWN MY OWN!!! My own fucking everything. I knew from the jump I wanted independence. And that’s why I started working at 15 so I could have my own money and not beg my mom. Financial freedom is true freedom. And that’s what I’ve been chasing my whole life. Living independently and free to do whatever I please. And make my life whatever I want it to be. I don’t have to fucking answer to anyone.

No one I know has the same deeply driven mentality as me. Bc I have shit to prove. But I also don’t. I have shit to prove to myself!! And I have shit to prove to the fucking statistics that said I wouldn’t be shit. I’ve been saying my whole life I will not be a statistic. I don’t have shit to prove to anyone in my life. Or anyone on earth. They can all suck my dick from behind. I’ll spit on you. I’m better than you can even comprehend. My existence is all the proof I need to show. Look at my life you. I did all this for myself and by myself. God there’s so many losers out here. Sooooooooooooo many. Sooooo many. And as I’ve gotten older it’s just like wowwww. Bc ppl don’t have as much youth to blame it on. Don’t get it twisted - it’s never too late to do shit w ur life. But I’m out here seeing ppl who don’t even care to figure something out. It blows my mind how ppl aren’t ambitious. I have to judge. It’s a character flaw. I’ve always been ambitious as fuck. And that’s always been the most attractive thing a person can be to me. I could sit here and teach a class on how to not be a bum and why not to be. And I’ll NEVER be caught dead marrying someone who ain’t got shit lmfaooooooooooo

Whoever I marry (if I’m unfortunate enough to get married) will make just as much if not more and be educated. That’s very rare. And I’m okay with being alone for the rest of my life before I settle. I’ve already had my life planned out being alone. I’ve never dreamed about getting married or having kids… I dreamed of going to college and getting a prestigious career and making some good ass money

And I just started crying bc I really did that. I really really did. And I’m so used to pushing myself and never stopping. It’s so easy to get lost in the game and not appreciate what I’ve done. And I’m so proud of myself. Proud isn’t even a good enough word. Im so in love with myself. I love myself so much. Never once did I doubt myself either. I just KNEW BC I KNOW MYSELF AND WHAT I STAND FOR AND WHAT IM CAPABLE OF!!!!!!!!

Ambition is my religion.

[deathcrushedcorpse]

just a reminder here that using “delusional” as an insult is not and never will be okay? lol? i can understand referring to someone as delusional if you’re trying to help or some shit, but it isn’t “reality checking” or “the truth” to solely refer to anyone who disagrees with you as “delusional freaks” or “delusional fucking lunatics”.

this is a very targeted post that the person will never see, but the fact that my abuser has moved on from referring to me as this publicly to minimize my truth when i spoke out against him, to now using this language to harm others is just. sitting very very poorly with me.

[iguessitsgabe]

My MC oc Elias.

He got transported to the Devildom seconds before he almost crashed his car against a truck while drunk driving. So when he was greeted by Diavolo he thought "Either I'm dead or I got isekai'd".

He was still a bit drunk during his welcoming to the Devildom, so literally the next day when he wakes up in another bed, his first thought was "Shit" thinking he hooked up with someone while drunk.

Funny enough, the moment Mammon barged into his room to wake him up for school, he literally went "Hey, idk what happened yesterday but you are a hottie, we can repeat it anytime 😎👉👉". It took Mammon 5 whole minutes to realize what he meant, and had to spend the whole day convincing him they didn't hook up. "But, you are totally my type, are YOU SURE WE DIDN'T??"

The boy is a total chaos, he spend his second day doing crazy stuff and getting almost killed because "There is no way I'm still alive, this has to be some post-comma dream" with a big smile, while he is about to fall from 5 floors because he just doesn't care. Literally, Mammon had to fly and rescue him before the new exchange student killed himself in the most absurd way, which only made Elias more sure he HAD to be dead and this was all a dream.

Elias isn't by any means suicidal tho. He is just so convinced he can't be alive and he wont die twice that he is using that opportunity to get fucking wild!

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His legal name is Ezra, which means helper. He despises that name because his mother used to manipulate him with it. She would force him to stay by her side and "help her" because "he was BORN to do that". She would hurt him and abuse him every time he made mistakes, and excuse herself saying "she was ill and needed his help" When she finally died, he felt lost. Started to live recklessly in an attempt to recover the freedom he was taken from.

Thats why when he arrived at Devildom everyone was a bit confused, they didn't expect him. "Wasn't our student called Ezra?" and the picture they had of him was from this pristine boy with a frightened look and short combed hair, not a drunk hobo with long hair who looks like he hasn't used a hairbrush in years.

He lived in Florida before being transported to Devildom, a latino man, son of migrants and raised in a different country. He had troubles getting used to USA as a teen, and he sports an unmistakable Latin accent. Funny enough, when he is drunk he speaks in very coloquial Spanish, which made the demons even MORE confused "Didn't our student speak English? What the hell is he saying"

He is a bisexual poly-amorous man, and literally had to tell the demons "I'm in a relationship with y'all 7 or with none. And don't come saying its gross to share your lover with your «brother» you bitches are demons ffs"

Eventually they all accepted it.

Beel, Belphie and Asmo where the firsts to accept, as Beel didn't mind sharing, Belphie just didn't care and Asmo was pleased to finally have someone who understood him.

Satan had to research what it means to be in a poly relationship first, and eventually accepted it because he likes to be an open minded and also loves Elias so much.

Mammon and Lucifer reluctant at first.

Lucifer due to his pride, the idea of sharing was not his favorite and why would a mere human order him around, he is PRIDE anyone would fall over him. But because Elias didn't budge and even started to ignore him, he couldn't resist and gave up.

Mammon wasn't comfortable with the idea. He is greedy, he wants Elias to himself only, and sharing with his dumb brothers angered him. However, he couldn't help it. It was Elias or nothing. Elias has to constantly reassure Mammon he loves him a lot and won't ever leave him.

And Lucifer eventually started to enjoy the idea of sharing, since that meant his family wont ever split apart

Levi however... Oof

He had a really hard time accepting it. He thought it was a way to rejected him without hurting his feelings. It took a WHILE for him to understand Elias loved him as much as he loved the others, and had to almost beg him for him to be together. Also has to reassure Levi he wont leave him and he loves him a lot, but his jealousy will still win at times.

His first love was Satan, then Asmo and then Mammon. He had a harder time getting to know Belphie and Levi, but eventually they grew fond of eachother. Despite being in a relationship with all, some of his relations with some of the brothers fall more into the platonic side.

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Other trivia about him:

He likes to prank and sass the brothers, even since the first day despite the amount of threats he received. He would just dare them to hurt him.

Somehow when he got killed by Belphie he got surprise, he wasn't really expecting to actually die.

Yet he didn't learn ofc.

He loves candies and sweets, and has an incredible stomach to gulf as many sweets without getting heartburn.

He has an thin body, and its very tall, not very athletic with some muscle and fat in the right places. You could describe his body as twink-ish

He is taller than Mammon, Belphie, Asmo and the same height of Levi, smaller than Satan, Beel and Lucifer.

Sometimes he cross dresses, wears makeup and accessories that would be typically feminine, he doesn't care and just likes to look good.

Also likes to wear revealing clothes or outfits more punk

He is a fan of glam metal

Probably has done drugs before

Also went to jail for fighting in bars while drunk

Boy is a mess, and his trip to the devildom kinda put him into place

Actually a virgin, knows too much hasn't had any true meaningful relationships or sex before

Hates reading but somehow manages to endure it for Satan.

Hates rainy days, he has the belief that rainy days bring bad luck and misery.

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((I'm accepting headcanon prompt requests!))

[13tinysocks]

Something about there not being enough "Killer Y/N" in creepypasta fanfictions annoys me. Like it's almost always Y/N being the one to take care of the Creepypasta. And normally, I don't have issues with that, I love those wholesome types of relationships despite it being with murderers. It's a nice contrast. But the problem is that it's usually so unbalanced, like Y/N is doing all of the work meanwhile the Creepypasta treats them like shit. Going through so much angst drama that makes me roll my eyes instead of being invested in the story. Not to mention that Y/N can be written to be so annoying. Like wtf is up with that? I want to read a fanfic where Y/N is a killer that looks intimidating (and can kill you) but is also a softie. And where the Proxy/Creepypasta is the human who looks normal but is absolutely feral and capable of worse.

I just like the idea of Y/N being this super scary killer, and then standing behind Toby , shyly asking the waiter for no pickles.

Toby, a human who you can probably snap like a twig: Uhm EXCUSE ME, they asked for no pickles >:(= Y/N, a proxy who is capable of gory murderous actions, but is hiding behind Toby: 🥰

I hope all of this makes sense, this is just a thought that's been annoying me >:/

Personally I can't stand shy characters in any sort of media. When people write cpp x readers, typically younger writers but I've seen ppl older than me do this as well- they tend to shove all the bad stereotypes on shyness onto yn then crank em to 11. Where are the yn's that eat people? Where are the Hannibal kinnie batshit bonkers yn's? WHERE ARE THE JENNIFER CHECK KINNIE YN'S? PLEASE.

I know why this happens. It's people thinking shy = submissive and many ppl in this fandom are into that sorta thing but they tend to get a little carried away. You can be either of those things without being a cardboard character. You can be shy and still cap people. You can be shy and still strong as shit and fully capable of fending off that smelly fuck who keeps climbing in your window.

On the flip side, people who try to write a "badass" yn typically end up writing yn exactly how men write women in b-movies. Like the hot girl who hangs with guys and fixes car and has two brothers but has no visible muscle or actual grit type beat. It tends to be frustratingly shallow. I want yn's who commit acts of senseless violence because it makes them feel better about themselves because they're terrible people❤️ Just love me a yn who goes through evil character development completely. They don't just kill because Slenderman wants them to but because they need to in order to keep themselves propped up psychologically.

Also? We just need more mean grouchy fuck yn's. I want a bitch in stained clothes to call someone dumb cunt then kill em. (Can u tell I fucking love insane women?)

Now I get taking a more "realistic" approach to a yn. It's what we did with thio yn, normal and on the reserved side. But she also fights back, feels and expressed her anger, and comes out of her shell. Serial killers are scary people to be around. I get writing them as scared. Personally I enjoy writing a more fearful dynamic but this is because I like to use that further down the line in my yn's arc- to exemplify their masochism. I think it's an interesting concept to explore- how a normal person would get with someone so evil.

And can we as a fandom stop writing the weird shit where the pasta is abusive in every single way to yn and they're just like cool with it. I could literally list all the fics I see do this it makes me crazy. Where is the nuance bestie? Toxic relationships can be an interesting thing to write but hey guys maybe not uhhhhhh rape? Then yn's like omg 😳 so dominant omg I'll learn 2 love him. Bitch I'm gonna get you.

[satoriberry]

I love the baker s/o it’s SO CUTE!! Could you please continue it with Akaashi, Oikawa, kei and osamu pleeaasssee🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

‣ Currently growing: What they'd be like if they had an S/O that's gifted in baking!

‣ Pairings: Akaashi Keiji + Oikawa Tooru + Tsukishima Kei + Miya Osamu × GN!Reader

‣ Watch out for: Me calling Oikawa the reader's whore, nothing more. Happy reading! (〃^∇^)ﾉ

‣ Berry's note: nah cuz YALL ATE THAT FIRST ONE UP??? HELP?? ok but im actually so happy shsksjd i just dont know how to react cause this is the first time something like this happens :]

Part one! ( ๑>ᴗ<๑ ) Part three! ( ๑>ᴗ<๑ )

• Akaashi Keiji:

- One word comes to his mind. Cute. Literally his first thought.

- He seriously thinks you with an apron, oven mitts, flour all over your hands and a messy kitchen surrounding you is the most adorable sight ever and no one has the right to disagree.

- He doesn't do much himself, he prefers to observe you do your magic. BUUTTT he will assist! ( `･ω･ ´)

- You want more flour? Measured and ready. You need more sugar? Getting it right away. Your hands are too busy and you can't reach that jar of jam? He's getting it for you.

- He doesn't say it but his favourite thing to do is to sit down on the floor and watch cakes rise. Only cakes though, bread is overrated (/j). Yes, you've walked in on him multiple times, ass on the floor and eyes glued to the oven (isnt it canon that he does weird stuff sometimes???)

- I like to think that Akaashi is a major book enthusiast (in highschool) so he likes to get you really cute dessert books! He gets so happy when you make him something using a recipe from that cookbook.

- Omg pack it in a lil box and give it to him, do it DO IT. he doesn't laugh a lot but he'll let out a really subtle giggle after you hand it to him. doesn't matter if it's a confectionary he likes or not, he doesn't want his sweetheart to feel awkward about gifting him something.

- Don't let him try baking, for his mental state, please don't. He'll overthink each step so easily that when something ACTUALLY goes wrong, he'll feel so guilty because he messed up something his lovely partner could do so easily and- yeah <3

- We all know he fiddles with his fingers a lot, and it's because of his nervousness right? And him being nervous means he has a lot of pent up anxiety throughout the day, right? Imagine him releasing all these negative emotions somehow....and by somehow I mean abusing some bread dough.

- LISTEN IT'S SO FUNNY?? If you're in the school's baking club, he'll walk up to you, hands neatly behind his back and he'll just say, "Hello Y/N-san, can I have some bread dough? <3". "B-bread dough?". "Yeah."

- 5 minutes later, he's kneading that bitch like his life depends on it. Smacking it against the counter top, punching it, borderline assaulting it. You're just standing there like, "Keiji, I love you, but what the fuck?" and he'll simply answer, "Life is so stressful. Advanced classes are turning diffcult, I lost my black pen this noon, Bokuto-san has been sulking the entire day, my mom said sh- Oh yes my love? <3"

- It's his therapy so DON'T FORGET TO HAVE SOME BREAD DOUGH READY!! Then you bake it and eat it with him (nom nom)

- He loves that you have such a nice hobby, he's like your little cheerleader.

• Oikawa Tooru:

- He's your whore.

- JKJK. However, he'll go coocoo crazy if he finds out that his S/O is at good at baking, he thinks baking is so complicated. Won't shut up about it for the rest of day, after that, he calms down.

- He's always asking you when's the next time you're making something, because if you aren't, he'll show you his pinterest board with cute animal shaped bread. It's almost as if he's been waiting to show it to someone...

- I feel like he can bake a few things only. Each is very specific: fruit cake (that absolutely disgusting, atrocious cake with dried fruits inside), lava cake, banana bread and pound cake. Anything other than these 4, he can't even imagine doing.

- If you're a part of the school cooking/baking club, he'll visit you everyday. Sits on the countertop (much to your dislike) and just watches you be in the zone. Will drop a few "Woahhhhh"'s and "WOWWWW"'s if you do something cool (just pull out a stand mixer and he'll be like "Technology!🤖✊🤘")

- If you ask him to join....he'll be so happy. Like, seriously. He'd think you're joking but when you hand him an apron and ask him to work with you, he'll feel so special, especially if you guide him and show him some techniques.

- If you work at a bakery or something, will try his best to visit you at every shift. Also pretends he doesn't know you and now your coworkers think this really hot guy is hitting on their junior baker 💔

- If you make him milkbread....makes out with you-

- Nahh, (ahaha unless???) but he WILL show you off (and the bread 🙄). Goes into the 3rd years group chat (convince me they dont have a group chat titled something like "we [dont] get bitches everyday 💪😈" LMFAIOAOAI) and sends a photo of him engulfing you in a hug with some bread in his mouth and hand. His friends were terrorized by him after that.

• Tsukishima Kei:

- Tsukishima doesn't like to make a big deal out of things, so I don't think he'll care THAT much.

- I feel like his owk teammates would be more invested in your baking skills than he is. Like, if the other 1st years see you making something in the club room, they'll gather around you and watch you like little kids (kageyama will lose his shit if you whip some egg whites, he thinks its some kind of sorcery)

- He doesn't really care until Nishinoya and Tanaka decide to spend the afternoon break watching you make some cookies. He saw you 3 through the door's tiny window, chatting loudly.

- He felt a pang of jealousy in his chest, but he didn't admit it to you nor himself. He slowly walked into the room with his hands folded, the two boys not seeing him behind them. You noticed him first though.

-You were really happy to see him since he never visited, so after quickly rinsing your hands, you pulled him into a tight hug. He didn't even need to glare for Nishinoya and Tanaka to get the memo, they excused themselves and hurried out the room (laughing like lil bitches).

- You asked him what brought him here all of a sudden to which he answered (he's lying), "I got this feeling you were going to mess up something. I don't want to eat cookies that have sugar instead of salt."

- You looked at him, confused, which in turn made him raise his eyebrows. "So if I'm not wrong, you came here to help me? And you also want me to give you some of the cookies?" You stared at him, an amused expression on your face.

- Immediately regrets his shitry lie but he will stay with you for the rest of your break. Slight to 0 chances of him helping, will watch you struggle if something goes wrong 😈.

- HIS MOM LOVESSS YOU!! Everytime you come over, she steals you and you two spend your time together by making a fuck ton of baked desserts. Will talk about Kei as a child.

- "When he was 7, he used to think the word 'mop' was an insult so he would always use it on Akiteru if he gets mad and it was so ador- Y/N honey, that's the self rising flour, the recipe calls for fluid flour <3". Bonding hours lololol

- After a while though, your hobby begins to grow on him and he finds a good way to share it with you....by explaining the chemistry behind baking.

- You're making meringue? He explains why it goes from egg whites to floofy stuff. You're kneading dough? He'll explain why you KNEAD to knead it (ahaha pls laugh). He actually enjoys researching this stuff, and he gets kinda eager to talk to you about it.

- (Courtesy of it being his birthday 2 days ago) If you make him strawberry shortcake...he'll smile. Yeah, he'll give you a legitimately content smile and stare at you with the most loving look. It's kind of concerning ngl...will take a bite of the cake and kiss you so you taste it yourself-

• Miya Osamu:

- POWER COUPLE.

- It's fucking canon he's a bitch for food and cooking. So imagine how giddy he'll be if his amazing, hot and beautiful S/O is like, a god at baking? Or just bakes in general???

- That's definitely the thing you two bond over. Anything that has to do with food, he likes.

- I imagine you two meeting each for the first time because of your baking. So what if one day he saw you showing your newest test trial to your friends? You packed some Palmier cookies for them to try and evaluate, which caught his attention from afar.

- He'll walk through the classroom door and hover over your shoulder like, "Oh em gee what's that?". People assume he's the more shy, timid twin, which isn't completely true. He's just as dumb reckless as Atsumu, only better at hiding it.

- He'll flutter his lashes and try to smooth talk his way into some cookies, which wasn't necessary since there was more than enough for you, your friends + Osamu.

- The lil smile he gave at your agreement was so wholesome <33. He proceeded to take a cookie, stare at it for a few milliseconds and just chomp it. He then took another one. Then another one. Then almost a 4th one before your friend pushed him to save the rest for you.

- He did not hesitate to show just how much he loved these "fancy heart sugar biscuit thingies" were. Was maybe a bit too loud but you still appreciated his kin words.

- Even when you two get together, he'll be just as enthusiastic when you bake something. Maybe ever more since you're together, so he has "aggressive affection" privileges.

- WILL BE SO HAPPY HE HAS SOMEONE TO SHARE HIS CULINARY PASSION WITH!! Seriously, he's so excited whenever you have him with you in the club room. He feels like your trusted assistant.

- If he ever sees something online that he thinks you'd like, he'll bookmark it for later‼

- Buys you cute kitchen tools and items. Matching aprons, CUTE WHISKS!! (tiny whisks are so fucking cute), a bear honey jar. Anything to make the experience more fun :]

- If you work at a patisserie shop, he'll think you're so awesome?? Like, his S/O is so good at baking??? that they work??? at a patisserie shop??? and people buy and love their baking??? How???

- Thinks you look hot while baking. Not even in a sexual way, more of a "admiring the love of my life" way. Like, the way you know what you're supposed to do, how to do it and when to do it is so interesting to him. And you having a genius for doing it is so attractive to him. He likes smart people <33

- Brags about you all the time, unapologetically. Will brag about you to Atsumu, to Kita, to Aran, to Suna, to the lady that works at the local market, to a random classmate. Will also take any chance to mention how you two are culinary geniuses. He thinks it's cool how he's like the chef and you're the baker <3.

- Moral of the story: you're good at baking? Osamu is a fucking simp for you. No room for discussion.

‣ Berry's after-writing note: WHY DID IT TWKE SO LONG RO FINISH BROOO??? HSKSH anyways, thank you so much for requesting, lovely anon!!! and thank you to anyone who enjoyed part one, yall are so sweet <3333

[saintobio]

that…that horrible, manipulative, selfish FUCKING WHORE. I HATE HER, I HATE HER SO MUCH PLEASE KILL HER OFF I WANT HER DEAD AND GONE SHE DESERVES PAIN. SHES SO MANIPULATIVE IT GENUINELY DRIVES ME INSANE, (im that one momjo hater anon from a while ago that said they hated momjo and how hypocritical she was and that just cuz satoru tried killing himself it doesn’t mean she should just ignore what he did to yn) I HATE HER SO MUCH SHE SHOULDVE BEEN THE ONE PUSHED DOWN THE STAIRS, HER SIMS 4 VERSION LOOKS LIKE AN UGLY OLD HAG ANYWAYS, COOCHIE DRIER THAN THE SAHARA DESSERT, BONY ASS WITH FLABBY SKIN LOOKING HEADASS, hate that old bitch so much.

she WOULD send the custody papers to yn without gojo���s knowledge. ITS LIKE SHE WANTS YN TO DEVELOP SEVERE ANGINA AGAIN, LIKE IS SHE FUCKED IN THE HEAD, MOMJO MENTALLY ARE YOU ALRIGHT?? LIKE GOOD GOD, HOW CAN ONE PERSON BE SO DUMB? SHES WORSE THAN GOJO. idc if she’s “doing it for her son” gen is so harsh with gojo to the point where she’s become distanced from her own sister, but you don’t see gen using gojo’s biggest vulnerability against him. gen has morals, momjo has none. gen wants to protect her sister WITHOUT destroying the life of someone else, momjo just wants revenge since she couldn’t get it from dadjo. i stand by that, i genuinely think momjo is only being this unforgivably harsh and manipulative because she never got to give dadjo his dose of karma. unfortunately for that ash brained cremated hair looking old cunt, she’s taking it out on the wrong person. dad jo’s still alive, go make fun of him for falling for a gold digger or something 😐

anyways, (canon) utahime has my whole heart and soul i love that woman. (pls help i forget if sy is the second series sometimes) sy!utahime… i don’t hate her, she’s not like cassie, she definitely shows that she feels guilt and genuinely doesn’t want to cause more pain for yn, what confuses me tho is that similarly to cassie, she’s going for her best friends abusive ex…. you heard what he did, you know he’s barely healed yet, mfer was begging on his knees for a second chance with yn a couple nights before you guys fucked, are you not sincerely embarrassed??? like i think utahime is a character who deserves to be selfish and be loved and feel needed and wanted, but it’s also kinda clear that (and i hate to say this) yn’s not really over gojo, she sees a stable future with toji, but being in a relationship for stability =/= being in love. and seeing the man you still love or at least cherish, fall in love with or move onto someone who’s literally your best friend? homegirls def dying from angina, if i was her i’d be ☠️ already LMFAO. anyways i hope yn and toji are able to grow a love for each other and mutually understand they don’t necessarily need to be over their first loves to be able to love again?

idk if any of that made sense, im still mad at that ugly old crazy bitch with the shitty grey hair and wrinkly ass skin and no morales. i’m a momjo hate acc.

it took me a whole minute to realize that this was a momjo hate ask HELPJDF

[nightowlfandom]

Yandere! Hawks (Keigo Takami) - Scratches and Bruises

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Alright I’ll do it...I’LL WRITE HAWKS SMUT....but I won’t like it.

Okay people so This is gonna have talks of death, abuse, yandere shit.

Leggo!

...

“What’s a pretty girl like you do sad for?”

You looked up from your phone to find a man practically leaning over the restaurant table. You could smell the alcohol from miles away and the way he was moving wasn’t helping his case either. You were instantly put off by him. Correction: You were disgusted by him.

“What’s a ugly man like you so bold for?” you smiled sweetly as the venom dripped off your words. “I’m really not interested.” you looked back down at your phone. You were just about to get a new high score on your favorite phone game and this asshole was ruining your chances. Your character almost died twice since he began bothering you. It was really starting to get on your nerves. If you didn’t unlock that new skin, you might kill someone.

“Oh come on.” he slurred. “Can a guy just compliment such a pretty lady?”

“Not when he looks like fucking Voldemort.” you replied just as quickly as he ended his sentence. “You’re kind of bothering me right now.” you pressed pause on your game and looked up again. “I’ll ask again. What do you want, seriously?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a guy at one of the booths, staring over at you. It didn’t feel creepy, but it was enough to capture your attention. 

“I wanted to-”

“What do you want?” you cut him off again. “We’re wasting time here.” you threw your phone on the table. “Save me the headache and save your ego...” you crossed your arms. you faked a smile. “Goodbye.”

“You bit-”

“Is there a problem?” 

A new person walked up to you two. The same guy who you had noticed before stopped in front of your table. He had sandy brown hair, and very sharp looking eyes. You swore you’ve seen him somewhere. You weren’t too sure.

“Nothing buddy, just about to show this bitch who she’s talking to-”

You crossed your arms and shifted around in your seat. “I mean I don’t need to be shown anything.” you shrugged.

“Oh are you?” he laughed. “Well I hate to break it to you but I’ll have to intervene” the stranger laughed out loud. 

“What do you mean-”

The drunk was instantly floored as this stranger grabbed his by the neck and slammed his face against the table not even an inch away from your phone. The drunk landed on the floor with a thud, moaning in pain. You weren’t even sure if he was registering the pain he was in or the fact that he had gotten his ass handed to him in the first place. All that you knew was that he was being peeled off the floor and escorted (more like thrown out.).

“You’re welcome, lady.” the guy didn’t take another look at you before be took a step forward. 

“I didn’t need your help.” you snatched your phone off the desk. “I can take care of myself.” you rolled your eyes. “And I wasn’t gonna thank you, either.” you stood up. “I’m definitely not going to now.”

The man slowly turned around, revealing his face clearly. “Oh really?” 

He was attractive, no doubt about it. His tight black muscle tee with baggy jeans and boots...damn he was a looker. Yet you weren’t like most MC’s...it would take a bit more than that for him to have any impact on you.

“Really.” you repeated. You put a hand on your hip. “Now if you’ll excuse me...I’m off to find another table to sit at.”

The man who ‘saved’ you didn’t take his eyes off you all night. Even when your friends came and joined you. 

“Hey Y/N, is that Keigo Takami looking at you?”

“I think it is!” another friend piped.

“Who?” you stared at her as you lowered your drink. “Who is Keigo Takami?”

“Y’know...Hawks.” she whispered. “I heard they call him that when he served time...” 

“He’s a literally crazy person. He’s an absolute menace! He’s a former hero...”

“Can imagine why...he beat the shit out of this guy who tried to hit on me.”

“Him?! I haven’t heard of him ever doing that for anyone before.” your other friend widened her eyes. “Y/N, I’ve heard of his past relationships...they didn’t end well. They all ended up missing...or in therapy.”

“I can take care of myself.” you shrugged. “I’m sure whatever Hawks has for me, I can take.”

“Don’t say that so freely, Girl. I heard he has a lot of screws loose.” your friend put a hand on your shoulder. “Like a lot.”

“Well whatever Mr. Man has in store for me, I’ll be prepared. It can’t be that bad, right?” your confidence dispersed a little bit. You looked behind you back at Keigo who had been cracking open a can of beer. He looked a little to interested in his own world to see you staring. 

“Y/N...Y/N!” your friend snapped her fingers in your face. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah!” You focused back on your friends, feeling your emotions sort of switch. 

From the corner of the room, Keigo’s eyes followed you. He took his bottom lip between his teeth as he studied you. Never in his life had he ever seen a girl like you before. He had never been so...fascinated either. Something inside him snapped, he had to get to know you.

He had to.

...

“Is there a reason  you’re following me?”

On a trip to the supermarket, you couldn’t help but voice your opinions. Keigo was hiding in behind a display of cans whilst you stared at the cheese. Hmmm Cheddar or American? Maybe Havarti! Hmm Pepperjack? Why were there too many types of cheeses?! Too many options!

“You have a very keen eye.” he revealed himself. “I like that.” he began walking along side down down the aisle. “Try this one, it’s the best on burgers.” he grabbed a package of Pepperjack cheese and tossed it in the cart.

“I’m just very aware.” you replied boredly. “It comes with the territory.” you opted to ignore him trying to shop for you. 

“Of being a hero?” 

His words made you freeze. You hadn’t been a hero in years, let along thought about it. It had been so long...

“I hung up my cape years ago.” you rebutted. Your tried to keep your voice steady, but he could tell his words affected you. It made you wonder how he even knew that.

“I can say the same.” he winked. “Only I traded the cape for...other things.”

“I can tell...Hawks.” you grumbled in reply. “That’s what they used to call you right?”

Keigo knew you were challenging him. Part of him was angry, others not so much. He was interested to say the least. No one dared call him that anymore. Hell, no one lived long enough to even finish such a sentence. What made you so different? You had guts...he liked that.

“Yeah...that part of my life is over now.” he began following you down the aisle. “What about you? Why’d you give up hero work?”

“That’s not something I want to discuss with a stranger in the middle of the store.” 

“I get it...how’s 7:00 sound?”

“Pardon me?” You and your cart skid to a stop. “What did you just say to me?”

“I’ll meet you at the bar we met around 7! Don’t be late, and tell the bartender Takami Keigo is gonna be waitin’ for ya.” he winked. “Don’t leave me waiting princess...”

“I don’t even know you!” you were taken aback. “You don’t even know my name...”

Keigo’s face twisted into a smirk. He took a step towards you. You flattened yourself against the aisle wall as he trapped you against the cereal. “So tell me...What’s your name?”

“Huh?!”

“For a hero...you’re pretty dense.” he chuckled, nearing his face closer. “I asked your name, Hun.” he winked. “Won’t you tell me?”

“Y/N.” you replied breathlessly. “My name is Y/N.” Why did you tell him that, you had no clue. Idiot!

“Okay then Y/N.” he neared his face towards yours. “7:00 tonight...okay?”

“Uh huh.” you nodded. 

“Wonderful, I’ll see you tonight, princess.”

... 

You sat at the bar stool, spinning around lazily. You called all of your friends, your parents, hell even your grandparents. You didn’t tell them the details, but you told them if you didn’t message them back by 9:00 AM the next morning, call you just in case.

“What can I get you?” the barkeep walked up, wearing a kind smile on his face. You suddenly remembered that Keigo had told you, and you didn’t trust it one bit. “Can I get a water please?” 

“Coming right up, young lady.” the older man kindly looked at you. “Anything for the former Number 1 hero!”

You giggled bashfully. “Please, that was years ago.” you shook your head. “I appreciate it though.” you smiled. Hero work, the bane of your existence. Your past buddies and partners had all begged you not to leave, but with the amount of scars and suffering you endured, you had no choice.

You wouldn’t put yourself through that again, not for anyone. 

“Here you are miss.” the glass was set in front of you. 

“Thanks.” you put your hand over the top of the glass. Now that it was in yoru hand, you could move accordingly. “I was also supposed to meet someone here?...Told me to tell you to expect me...Keigo Takami?”

The barkeep’s face fell, fear striking his features. “O-oh! You’re Mr. Takami’s company for the night! I’m supposed to escort you to his special booth.”

“Special booth?” you repeated.

“Y-yes, please follow me!” he urged. “Only VIPs are allowed back here, but he rented out the entire back area just for you!”

You felt your senses go off, fight or flight mode. Now or never. You reached in your purse. Knife, check. Mace, check....Gun...check.

The kind barkeep took you to a back area. It looked like the main dining area, only a lot more high end. Slow jazz music was playing in the background and the lights were low. He was right, there was no one here...except one person.

He dawned a brown leather jacket, black skinny jeans and those all to familiar boots. He tapped his fingers against the table as he stared down at his phone.

“Mr. Takami. She’s here.”

Keigo looked up with that shit-eating smirk. “Thank you Hideo, leave us.”

The barkeep stalked off leaving you alone. You suddenly felt out of place. You looked around, taking note of the city beaming outside the windows. 

“Beautiful isn’t it?” 

You looked back over at Keigo again, almost surprised. “Yeah, it is.” you nodded.

He motioned next to him. “You wanna sit down or are you gonna stand there staring at me? I don’t bite.” he winked.

Silently, you sat down, still keeping your distance from the man. You were about a good two feet away from him. You weren’t too keen on getting any closer.

“I’m surprised you came. I thought you’d find a way to get out of this.”

“I am too, but I figured I’d entertain this idea...just for tonight.” you shrugged. “Don’t try anything, got it?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Keigo cracked a genuine smile. You looked stunning and he wanted to tell you that. He wouldn’t admit it, but he knew about you when you were going by your hero alias. He recognized the way you walked, the way you spoke. You could have killed that freak who hit on you if you wanted to. However you didn’t. He was curious about that.

“Why did you ask me out?” you raised an eyebrow before he could get a word out.

“I’ll let you know in a minute.” he winked. “I’m more interested in you.”

“Like what?” you raised an eyebrow. “How interesting can I be?”

Keigo didn’t want to say he did extensive research on you and couldn’t find shit. It drove him crazy. It was making him go quite literally insane. He was more that interested. He was invested. When he didn’t answer, you sighed.

“You tell me first.” you crossed your arms. “I know your reputation proceeds you.” you raised a brow.

“Princess, that’s not how this works.” he tried to sound as if he was joking. “I ask the questions here.”

“Well it is today.” you shrugged. “Either we have an even exchange or you’re out of luck.” you shrugged. “You decide.”

Keigo stared blankly at you. You were a tough nut, that was for sure. Plus you sure as hell weren’t afraid of death. That must have meant you had no idea what he was capable of. Then again, it must have been your Hero Side taking a stance.

After what felt like a minute, he sighed in defeat. “...A friend of mine was killed by a hero.” he confessed. “You ever hear of someone called The Bronze Monk?”

“That name sounds familiar?” you raised an eyebrow. “He’s another hero, right? He can turn his fists into bronze.” You tried to recall.

“Mhm...He killed my friend.” Keigo clenched his fist. “I did 6 years because of him....”

“I don’t understand.” you raised an eyebrow. “What does that have to do with you?”

“This was while you were dominating the game I guess, so I don’t blame you for not knowing.” he shrugged and he slapped a hand on the table. “HIDEO! TWO BEERS.”

“So I’m confused. I heard The Bronze Monk died mysteriously...he fell from over 500 stories...”you paused. You took to time to noticed that Keigo has aired out his wings this time around. You didn’t even noticed he HAD wings. “It was all over the-...wait a second...You never said who your friend was.”

“She was a- she was a villain.” Keigo sighed. “She was like a sister to me and I was tryna get her to stop being so dumb...turn over a new leave and she was doing so well! Shit, but...one day she dumbly got into a fight with that asshole and I watched my friend die right there.” Keigo hitched his words slightly.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” you said sadly, regretting opening your big mouth. “I didn’t mean to-”

“No...it’s fine. I guess in order to move on I gotta talk about it right?” he sat up straight as the barkeep came back with two mugs and quickly stalked back off. “I was so blinded by my own anger. What type of hero would go out of their way to punish someone trying to make amends....” he seethed. “I flew him up to the tallest building in the city and dropped him...I only got off on good behavior...”

It finally all made sense, to you at least. You let what he said marinate and sit well...it felt surreal.

“So.” Keigo grabbed his glass and took a huge gulp. “I’ve said my peace. You’re turn.”

You stared at this guy for what felt like ages. Something told you that this guy couldn’t be trusted. All the alarms were going off at the same time...but for some reason-

“My parents wanted me to be a hero.” you said. “My quirk is hereditary, so it’s passed from person to person.” you shrugged. “I loved saving people, helping people...then-” you paused. “I saw how corrupt, and hateful, and disgusting these so-called heroes were...I lost someone important to me too.”

Keigo raised an eyebrow, suddenly interested. You took a swig of beer, trying to gather your thoughts. 

Keigo took note of the way you were fiddling with your left hand. Your thumb grazed over your ringer finger as if something was missing...something important.

“Who was the guy?” Keigo asked, snapping you out of your trance. He had a gut feeling he already knew, but he wanted to hear it from your mouth.

“...H-he was um...we dated since high school.” you shrugged. “We were a team, him and I.” you smiled at the memory. “When he turned his back on the hero world, they turned their back on him too.”

“Meaning?”

“They sold him out.” you choked. “They left him for dead and told me he would be okay. I should have gone back for him but they held me back, they told me there were other people that needed my help.”

“What happened when you learned the truth?” Keigo asked. He only knew that a poor hero lost his life, he didn’t know that the only other survivor just so happened to be his future wife.

“I had to choose...my friends and my morals or being a hero. If anyone knows just how two faced and conniving these people are, it’s me.” you shuddered. “I’ve met traitors, and killers disguised as good guys. At one point I couldn’t take it anymore and I gave up! Forget being number 1, forget status, forget everything...Being a hero...lost me everything.”

“Hm. Thank you for sharing that with me, Princess.” he replied. “It must have been hard to do...it’s nice to know you trust me so much.”

“It was only fair, I guess.” you boredly drank. “It not that big a deal.” you stared down at your fingers. “It was years ago, I’ve moved on.”

Keigo took note of how your mood faltered. He couldn’t have that.

“Hey, look at me?”

“Hm?” you looked up from your glass.

“I’m sure where ever your fiancé is, whatever he’s up to. He doesn’t blame you.” he put a hand over yours. “He wouldn’t hate you for moving on either.”

“He wouldn’t?” you narrowed your eyes. “How do you know?”

Keigo couldn’t answer, he just wanted to say something, anything, to put a smile on your face. It was like a second nature in such a short time. He wanted to be your hero. “It’s just a hunch...you shouldn’t be afraid to move on...sometimes all you need is a push out the nest.” he winked as his wings twitched behind his back.

“Bird humor? Really?” you scoffed.

“It’s what I do, princess.”

...

After the heavy and depressing, you don’t think you laughed that hard in years. 

“Wait hold on.” you stopped laughing. “Pause for a minute! You, with those big ass wings got your ass handed to you by some chump named ‘The weather man?’” you were crying from laughing so hard.

“He could control the wind!” he defended, also laughing. “You shoulda seen it!”

“Well maybe you need to exercise your quirk more.” you crossed your arms.

“As if you’re the master of your own.” he playfully rolled his eyes.

“As a matter of fact, I am!” you raised an eyebrow. “Shall I demonstrate?” you scooted out the booth and stood up. “Don’t blink or you might miss it.”

Keigo leaned back in his seat, now very interested in what you were about to display for him. He watched your eyes narrow in focus as you held your hands out in front of your face. Slowly, a very tiny tornado formed in your hands, small and handheld. This mini tornado was soon replaced by a tree sprouting out of the top. You waved your hand around and miraculously summoned rain out of your palm. 

“Okay Y/N, focus.” you mumbled. Suddenly, out of everything, a flame erupted from the center of your hand. 

He watched in awe, he had never heard of anyone with a quirk like this one before. With another flick of the hand, everything you had summoned disappeared. “Ta-da!”

“That was amazing.” he commented as your sat down. “What was that??”

“I come from a long line of ‘benders’. Funny name, I know.” you giggled. “I can bend another element...spirit. I can only do it when I’m really happy though.”

“Why didn’t you try that one?”

“...I said I can only do it when I’m happy.” you smiled sadly. It didn’t take long for Keigo to catch on. 

“Oh.” he raised a brow. “Sorry, I-”

“It’s alright.” you shook your head. “Ever since...he died...I’ve never been able to do it.” you shrugged. “Maybe one day I’ll be able to.”

“I’d love to witness that.” Keigo laced his fingers within yours, making your face heat up. “I bet it’s beautiful.”

“...S-shush.” you scoffed, looking away bashfully.

Suddenly the song changed, a slow jazz song began playing. A slow beat, with soft drums and what you could describe as a romantic saxophone.

“Dance with me.” he held out his hand. 

You smiled, rolling your eyes playfully as you took his hand and stood up. He guided you to the middle of the floor. he pulled you flush against his chest. The slow music seemed to drown out the hustle of the city noise outside. He hummed thoughtfully, singing to the tune for you. 

“You never told me.” you mused as you two moved in sync.

“Told you what, princess?”

“Why did you ask me out?”

“Truth be told, something drew me to you.”

“Like what?” you innocently stared. “What about me could possibly interest you?”

“Out of everything you’ve told me, everything really.” he bit his lip. “You’re amazing, everything about you.”

“You aren’t so bad yourself, Keigo.” you shyly replied. You turned around and rested your back against his chest. He rested his head in the divot of your shoulder. He wrapped his arms around your waist, guiding you along to the music. 

He was right, he wouldn’t leave you, not now. Not ever. 

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Go for it, princess.”

“If I admitted I was wrong about you, would you hold it against me?”

Keigo nearly froze. A shock was sent up his spine as the words left your lips. “You shouldn’t say things like that, princess.”

“How come?” you turned around to face him. 

“I want to-” he bit his lip. A gentle hand rested on the base of your neck, his thumb caressing your throat. He laid a kiss on your lips, passion dripping off of every peck. His tongue slipped through the small gap as he moaned against your mouth. You whimpered and shivered feeling his tongue dominate your mouth. He responded with sounds of his own. Shaky breathes and low groans.

You responded to his touch, allowing his hands to travel under your shirt. “Keigo.” you whimpered. Your feverishly ran your hands through his hair, practically gluing your bodies together. You felt his fingertips creep under shirt, dancing across your skin. “W-we can’t do this here.”

“You’re totally right.” he didn’t cease, instead opting to kiss down your neck. “So...my place or yours.”

You felt yourself lose all sense of direction. “Y-yours.”

“You’ve just opened up Pandora’s Box, princess.”

...

You fell back on his bed, crawling backwards. He rid himself of that jacket and his shirt, leaving him to flex his muscles, his wings, and everything. You stared up, trembling in anticipation. 

Your friends would probably kill you, but you didn’t particularly care. You hugged yourself, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. 

Keigo loved it. It meant you still had innocence flowing in your veins, not for long. He would toy with your brain. He would bend you to his will and drive you insane with lust. You would be the perfect sidekick for him. He stalked over to you, biting his lip. 

“Look at you.” he mused. “You’re so cute.” he giggled. He rested a knee at the edge of the bed, beginning to crawl towards you. 

You noticed his wings were spread wide, covering over you two like a shield.

“C-can I?”

“Go ahead Princess.” he smiled knowingly. He had the look as if he knew something you didn’t. You reached a trembling hand to gently brush his beautiful feathers. A low groan erupted from his throat.

“Oh my gosh! Am I hurting you?” you almost withdrew your hand back.

“Don’t stop...please.” he growled lowly. 

It was only then you realized, this was turning him on. You ran your hands through his feathers. They were soft, shiny even. 

“Enough!” he grabbed your hand and pinned it above your head. “Look at you, princess. All ready for me.” he laughed. “I wonder how wet I can make that pussy for me.” he used his other hand to fumble with the button of your jeans.

You trembled under his touch, feeling your pants slide down your legs. You were completely drowned in your own lust. A fire was prominent in your chest. You were shaking under his fingertips. 

“Enjoy this, princess.” he winked before crawling down. He lifted your shirt up and planted little kisses along your stomach. He grabbed the hem of your panties with his teeth and pulled them down. 

You were squirming in anticipation, waiting. 

“You smell so...so-” he didn’t finish his sentence because he had drove his tongue up your slit. A gasp escaped your lungs. Absentmindedly, you had grabbed a fist full of his hair. 

“Fuuuh~” you couldn’t speak. You weren’t even sure he’d be able to hear your over the sound of your wetness. You could feel your water dribble down your thighs. 

“Wrapped your legs around my head.” he growled, digging his nails into your thighs. “Grind that pussy against my tongue, princess.” 

You thrashed against his mouth, feeling warmth gather in the pit of your stomach. “Keigo!”

He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked harshly, making you cry out even louder. 

Keigo felt himself lose touch with everything, he was only focused on you in the moment. Fuck, was he hard too. Hearing your moans. Shit, he couldn’t wait to bury himself into you. 

“Baby, do you hear that?” he looked up at you as he promptly replaced his tongue with his fingers. “Listen.” he pumped his fingers into you. “You sound so fucking cute” he groaned, mimicking your soft whimpers. “It feels good, yeah?”

You couldn’t speak, so you just nodded. 

Suddenly, he yanked his fingers out of you. His head fell forward to rest on your pubic bone. He sounded as if he came just now even if it was you getting all the pleasure. 

Like a predator stalking after it’s prey he meet your eyes. He wore a sadistic grin with his bottom lip taken between his teeth. He sat up, fumbling with his belt buckle. 

“You ready for me, princess?”

“Yes, p-please?” you whimpered. 

Fuck, you couldn’t do that to him. He had a mind to tear you apart where you lay. Your jaw went slack as his cock was released from its restraints. Would that even- Inside you?! 

You felt it brush against you, slightly. You met his eyes and froze there. He was staring down at you. He looked absolutely feral. You could barely look away as he slid himself inside your throbbing hole. He painfully slowly rolled his hips into you. He twitched inside as he bucked his hips into you. 

“Look at how good we fit together. That’s right.” he managed through clenched teeth. “My cock was meant to be here. I was meant to fuck you.” he snarled. 

You tightened around his length as he thrust harder. “You’re so fucking beautiful, princess.” His jaw dropped again. “Say my name, please?”

“K-keigo.” you obeyed. You felt a warmth in your chest as well as your core. It was like a fire was being ignited in the pit of your soul. “I’m gonna-”

“Fuck! Don’t finish that sentence.” he snarled. “You don’t wanna know what I’m gonna do as a result.”

In a swift motion, you were suddenly staring down at Keigo. He had a death grip on your legs as he was now thrusting upwards. You had your hands on his chest in an attempt to support yourself.

“I think I like you more when you’re riding me.” he bit his lip. “You look so fucking sexy. Those moans, that body, your pretty fucking pussy-”

“Keigo, please! I can’t it anymore.”

“Oh yeah, you gonna cum? You wanna cum for me, baby?” he spoke in a babyish voice. “You wanna cum all over Papa Bird’s cock? Do it, do it for me...ARGH FUCK!”

You felt his warmth inside you at the exact same time you had came. He was shaking under you, rolling his hips upwards to relieve the friction he had caused. 

Keigo stared in amazement at a bright light erupted from your chest, a small bird in the shape of smoke began flying around the room.

“That would be spirit.” you laughed tiredly, watching the quirk you had thought died reactivate out of nowhere. 

“I hope you know...you can never leave me now.” Keigo sat up to lay kisses on your neck. “You’re mine now.”

(AND DONE! This was Hawks debut on the blog so lets all give hem a huge hello!)

[msookyspooky]

Random Headcanon's for the Scream Character's

Billy really was a normal sweet kid and a good boyfriend before his mom left. Everyone paints him as always being crazy and his mom just triggered him but I honestly don't think that's true. Sidney and her parents would not have been okay with her dating a bad boy from Sophomore year onward. Sure it happens and maybe she saw past it but If Sidney would have seen how Billy acted with Randy in the videostore; instant break up imo. He could not have hid that side of himself for two years straight. Remember, they were dating a whole year prior to Maureen cheating. My theory is he may or may not have had a 'side' to him or other undiagnosed disorder in his gene pool (Mrs Loomis snapping too.) but Billy's psychotic breakdown was mostly situational + groomed by Roman and there were other things in his life that probably were boiling over and Debbie leaving him completely broke him. So, he was in an extremely vulnerable state when Roman came around and molded him. THAT is why Sidney trusted him so much in Scream before the phone incident and even somewhat after. Because Billy was a good boyfriend before her mom's murder and she would have never suspected it. Now how her or no one else could see him tumbling into madness or at least deep depression before Roman sank his talons in is beyond me. Maybe she did and he shrugged her off? Either way, the situation made him shut down all empathy towards other people and changed him. His empathy is towards his mom, possibly his dad since Hank never died and that is it. He has symptoms of a psychopath and even though that is usually genetic I 100% think a psychotic breakdown could do it as well.(Don't come for me bitch I'm not trained in any of this just using what I know from research 🧍‍♀️) If his mom never left and Roman didn't come along; Billy would have never been a killer

Contrary to Billy's situational psychological crazyness. Stu was always going to kill. I don't even think it's is he a sociopath vs a psychopath argument as much as he is just disconnected from reality. (Though he would most likely be a Sociopath if he was bc of his lack of boundaries as well impulsive behavior. Thinking killing was a game.) Stu possibly suffered abuse as a child. He was terrified of his parents more than the law. Either A. They abused him and permanently terrified him. Or B. He really has a stunted mentality and thinks of killing as a game and fears his parents more than the law bc the consequences are just not clicking LIKE A KID. He's like a giant little kid with no sense of how things work. He still could have been abused and that is what stunted his growth mentally. However, his violent tendacies were always there. Never preplanned just urgent anger or sadistic glee he couldn't control. Billy just suggested the killings and he was instantly down. Like, hell yeah cool. Most ppl no matter what mental illness they have or how severe are not that easy to convince. Whose to say he hadn't killed before or was planning to? My theory is he is so disconnected from reality that killing really is a giant fun game to him and he would have eventually murdered someone even without Billy.

Idk why this isn't more thought of throughout the fandom. Billy and Stu did not rape Maureen bc the evidence would have pointed to someone other than the guy they were framing. Cotton Weary had sex with Maureen, left, Billy and Stu taunted her on the phone and lured her away, they killed her, police suspected rape bc A. they didn't know about the affairs. B. Cotton's semen or her discharge or bruising being there. They naturally assumed it was rape but in actuality no one raped her. Cotton's dna from their affair incriminated him even more. Not saying that Billy and Stu would think of rape as morally wrong enough not to do in their book BUT it would have been stupid on their part and made it obvious there were other suspects besides Cotton.

Stu isn't a lapdog. Stu literally revealed on the phone he was going to throw Billy under the bus. He hesitated giving him the knife. Stu is like a kid. He most likely suffered trauma that regressed his mental age. He's eager to please, desperate for attention and most likely fawns over people he feels close to in an obsessive way. He could have even been in love with Billy and vice versa which is why he was so eager to please him. However, he was not nearly as stupid or a lapdog as much as the fandom makes him out to be. I think Randy saying it in the videostore sealed the deal for people even though he was only acting like that bc he was helping Billy too and covering their tracks. Billy was the one with the plan. Stu just tagged along out of the urge to kill. But he 100% had his own plan to kill and bail if needed. My mind is made up on that.

There was a third killer in Scream and it wasn't a teen or Roman. You're telling me two 17-18 yr old guys could come up with every detail? Roman only told Billy the basics. How did they get tactical police shoes? How did they get to the houses so fast and leave just as quickly? How did they both take down and restrain Steve or Neil by themselves enough to tie them up? Sure, Stu was deranged and tall but these two lanky teens were able to take on a football player with muscles and a grown man? Possible but stil meh to me. Their plan was too thorough for two teen boys to come up with on their own. Both crazy. One completely unhinged and disconnected from reality and the other so blinded by revenge he was stupid at times. (Fucking stabbing yourselves before killing Neil and Sidney. Not even thinking to AT LEAST tie Sidney up as well...Really? Jill was smarter in 4 in that respect tbh.) I truly think their was an adult involved in Scream helping them or guiding them. I would say Roman if it wasn't for him going back to Hollywood. But Billy and Stu had help DURING the killings 100%.

Randy is not this mecha survival final boy like the fandom thinks. The kid watched one too many horror movies and based them on real life. Scream itself is making fun of slasher movies and Randy was supposed to be the narrator setting most of the dumb rules up into play. Everyone is like "omg that's so out of character how he died in 2" no its not. If the rules work then him losing his virginity did him in. He was drinking, he was pissed off and not thinking. Plus Mrs. Loomis attacked in broad daylight, something no one thought of. (And the whole debate how a middle aged woman could pull him in. LOOK. Randy is a fucking small guy and she grabbed him backwards, using momentum to haul him back into the van. PLUS she was enraged at what he said about Billy. Adrenaline is a hell of a super drug as far as testing the bodies limits. I have seen tiny girls become the hulk when they are pissed I'm jus sayin) Point is, Randy was just a teen boy that loved horror movies. He was not some survival guide especially since it showed him even on the couch not aware of Ghostface behind him. He was a giant satire showing how even he didn't always follow the rules of slasher movies and how dumb the rules are.

Tatum loved Sidney and had more chemistry with her than Billy. I am not saying they weren't just BFF's and I don't want to ruin female friendship with constantly thinking "omg they are gay together" any time two women are close. BUT it is strange that it was only those two as friends especially since Sidney didn't fit into Tatum's popular social circle. It's like Tatum went out of her way to be friends with Sidney. Maybe they were childhood friends and that's why? But I think it's entirely possible that just like it's speculated that Stu and Billy were secretly in love; Tatum possibly was at least bi and in love with Sidney.

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 292: You Say Jeans

Previously on BnHA: Horikoshi was all “well anyway here’s that Touya reveal I foreshadowed like a million years ago, viva la 2020.” Dabi was all “hello world, I’ve killed 30 people and today I’m going to explain to you all why” before he proceeded to explain ABSOLUTELY NOTHING but everyone was so distracted by his tale of child abuse and hero conspiracies that they didn’t much seem to notice. Can’t Ya See-Kun’s Shark Friend was all “IS THIS THE END OF HERO SOCIETY AS WE KNOW IT”, and Horikoshi was all “STAY TUNED”, and then Dabi set himself on fire and leaped off of Machia’s back like the chaotic evil, I-just-bleached-all-my-brain-cells weird little fire man he is, ready to burn everyone to crispy bits before they could even react properly to his whole big revenge speech. Fortunately he did not succeed on account of THE RETURN OF THE JING, THE JOAT, BEST FUCKING JEANIST, back from the dead by popular demand in what critics are calling “the best fucking comeback since Jesus himself.”

Today on BnHA: Best Jeanist snatches up Machia and the rest of the League with his fiber steel cables before you can say “more like BEAST JEANIST amirite.” Dabi gets all worked up and lights Hadou on fire which is a real JERK MOVE, and is all “THIS RIGHT HERE IS ALSO ENDEAVOR’S FAULT”, which, NOT SUPER CONVINCED ON THAT, BUT OKAY. Anyway so then he burns up all the cables holding him which is crazeballs btw, and then he and Shouto start fighting, and so basically the whole thing is a literal hot mess and we’ll see how that goes. Meanwhile Tomura wakes up and summons some Noumus, and poor Jeanist has to deal with those on top of the still-attempting-to-rampage Gigantomachia, and everyone else is all “we can’t help you on account of we’re all half dead”, and so it’s looking really bad. And then -- and I can’t stress enough how much I don’t even have the faintest idea how to segue into this next part -- the chapter ends with Mirio!?! just sort of POPPING UP OUT OF THE GROUND all, “SURPRISE, BITCH”, and it literally was so surprising that I am still just kind of speechless. WELL-PLAYED, I GUESS, lol wtf.

lol okay so the first page in the RHA scan is just the “three musketeers” movie promo image that we all already saw a few days ago. but it does confirm that (a) it is indeed a movie, and (b) that it’s set for a summer 2021 release! how exciting

okay so now back to our special Dabi edition of Making a Murderer

“ray of hope” oh hell yes. SAVE US MR. JEANIST

I guess he had a TV in his private hero jet or something?

gotta say, “dammit Dabi” does not even remotely sound like Authentic Best Jeanist Dialogue to me though. gonna need Caleb to see to this. well but what do you guys think? does Best Jeanist curse?? I personally feel like he’s one of those guys who NEVER EVER swears no matter what, except under the most hilariously trifling circumstances. like he’s eating an avocado one day and he accidentally stains the cuffs of his beloved jostume green and he’s all “FUCK”

btw how fucking rich is Best Jeanist though that he has his own fucking plane? the thought just suddenly occurred to me, you know? like even Endeavor, whose agency has its own on-site luxury apartment suites for all of his interns, still drives around in a dinky little car that Bakugou has declared to be too small. which, I guess we know why he felt that way now, seeing as the guy he previously interned with apparently gets around in Jeans Force One

anyway so back to the part where Jeanist shows up to save the day!! YEAH JEANIST WOOOOO

ILU JEANIST YOU REALLY ARE THE BEST!! HUGS AND KISSES!!!

lmao we just saw Gigantomachia take out like a hundred guys not ten chapters ago. and Best Jeanist shows up and takes him down in like two seconds. HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM APPLES LEAGUE OF VILLAINS. BET YOU’RE WISHING YOU’D TAKEN HIS QUIRK NOW, AFO. GET FUCKED YOU OLD SPUD

KACCHAN IS SO HAPPY TO SEE HIM AWW

SIDE NOTE, IIDA, YOU AND I ARE GONNA HAVE WORDS LATER ABOUT YOU ACTUALLY AGREEING TO PUT HIM BACK DOWN. YOU DO UNDERSTAND THAT THIS CHILD IS STILL DRIPPING BLOOD ALL OVER THE PLACE FROM HIS MULTIPLE STAB WOUNDS, RIGHT? WAY TO ASSERT YOUR AUTHORITY THERE. I THOUGHT YOU WERE THE CLASS PRESIDENT NOT THE CLASS CLOWN, COME ON NOW

LMAO DABI IS FRANTICALLY TRYING TO DO THE PLOT MATH

SHOULDA CHECKED MORE CLOSELY MY GOOD MARK. LOOKS LIKE YOU MISSED THE “MADE IN CHINA” STICKER ON THE BOTTOM. YOU HAVE BEEN BAMBOOZLED. OR ACTUALLY, I GUESS THE MORE ACCURATE WORD HERE IS JAMBOOZLED, AHAHAHAHA. JEANS

HOLY SHIT DABI

I legit almost thought that was Tomura for a second. you two look so alike now with the white hair and the crazy eyes

meanwhile, Shouto is still crying and it’s a lot to take, you guys. lotta feels

ffff come on Jeanist you better do something awesome again here, the mood of the chapter is starting to slip now

YES, GOOD, THAT’LL WORK

WELL YOU TELL ME, SPINNER. I GUESS THAT MEANS BEST JEANIST IS OFFICIALLY THE STRONGEST CHARACTER IN THE SERIES NOW. SORRY I DON’T MAKE THE RULES

ffff now Spinner is trying to wake Tomura back up. nah, how’s about we not do that

OH MY GOD HADOU YESSSS

MY GIRL OUT HERE WITH THE “NO THANK YOU” BOUT TO CURBSTOMP THE BIG BAD WITH HER QUIRK KSFHLKLK WHO HERE HAD “HADOU SAVES THE DAY” ON YOUR WAR ARC BINGO CARDS, YOU LOVE TO SEE IT!!

HEY!!!!

fucking son of a... fffkfkff... someone please reassure me that fire isn’t Hadou’s weakness. someone. anyone. also could someone please dial an ambulance and send them to Horikoshi’s house. but not just yet. first I’m gonna need you to wait about fifteen minutes or so while I take care of some things

well all right then, Dabi. so you wanna go on then and explain to us all how this, too, is somehow Endeavor’s fault?

oh I see, you’ve decided that since he’s responsible for “creating” you, everyone you hurt and kill is in truth really being hurt and killed by him! well now, that sure is convenient as fuck I guess

(ETA: that’s a nice effect with the panel sides getting all warped by Dabi’s quirk though, just noticed that.)

amazing how quickly you used up that sympathy card my guy. Shouto please kick his ass, I’m fucking done lol, you can all sort out the rest in therapy later

CAN SOMEONE PLEASE DIAL BACK DEKU’S EMPATHY STATS JUST A LITTLE BIT, HOLY --

“TODOROKI-KUN IS HURT THE MOST”, HE SAYS, WITH HIS ARM BONES SHATTERED INTO LITTLE TOOTHPICK-SIZED PIECES. I MEAN, HE’S PROBABLY TALKING MORE ABOUT MENTAL ANGUISH GIVEN THE CONTEXT HERE, BUT STILL. THAT’S ENOUGH HEROICS FROM YOU ALREADY FOR ONE DAY

NOOO JEANIST

LOTS OF SMOKE IN THE AIR RIGHT ABOUT NOW AND MY BOY’S STILL DOWN A LUNG. GOD DAMMIT

“if the number one suffers a total loss here, this country will fall to pieces” well okay, real talk though, I think the “country falling to pieces” part is pretty much unavoidable at this juncture. you all are just gonna have to try your best to pick up those pieces after the fact and see what you can do with them. if I were you I’d be less worried about the number one’s reputation and more concerned with the half-dozen child soldier interns who are still on the field and very much at risk of being burned to death should you suffer that “total loss.” please try to keep it together here for them

OH FOR FUCK’S

I really thought RockLockRock was gonna come into play here. USE YOUR QUIRK TO LOCK THE ROPES IN PLACE YOU DIP!! if he seriously just sits there and does nothing when his quirk could be the deciding factor I am cancelling his useless ass cute kid or no cute kid shfkjdls

(ETA: is he even there?? did he and Manual just hightail it out of there?? “well good luck, children.”)

also, we’ll put this aside for now to perhaps speculate about later, but what’s with Tomura remembering his dad’s house yet again in that far right panel?? and being itchy again?? I still have yet to fully work out the psychological mechanisms at work as far as his itchiness goes, so I’ll admit this is intriguing to me. it seemed like it was connected to his decay quirk, but then why is it acting up again now. what is this lol

yuh oh

forgot about these guys. looks like these heroes aren’t having such a fun time

oh fucksticks

excuse me ma’am but I don’t like this. you do know that my kids are all there, right. all burnt and impaled and broken-boned and the like. well except for Iida. he’s fine still. BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN I FEEL LIKE WATCHING HIM GET TORN APART BY FOUR HIGH ENDS, WTF

HORIKOSHI YOU MOTHERFUCKER I SWEAR TO GOD

god fucking... okay look. Horikoshi. you win, okay!? congratulations, you win, this is your show and we’re all just sitting here at your mercy. fine. go ahead and just kill off everyone ever, then!! what am I even gonna do about it. stop reading?? fuck

this whole thing really went from zero to fucked before I could even blink huh. I really thought this was gonna be a turning point chapter for the heroes. shows what I know I guess??

meanwhile this motherfucker is just SCREAMING

ngl, if I wasn’t currently terrified on account of things suddenly taking such a drastic turn for the worse, this would be the coolest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Jeanist my man, I hype you up like it’s my job because you are the greatest fucking meme character in the history of time, but make no mistake, you are also highkey WORTH ALL THE HYPE AND THEN SOME

seriously, though. don’t fucking mind him you guys, he’s just standing here in the coolest pose of all time taking on Gigantomachia all alone with one fucking lung because the substance pumping through his veins is COLD-BLOODED LIQUID DENIM, and DENIM FEELS NO FEAR

Best Jeanist really needs to get his own theme song. -- oh my god I just finally thought of a title for this post. lmao and it’s the dumbest thing. omg

MEANWHILE THE TODOROKI BROS ARE OFF IN THEIR OWN DRAMATIC LITTLE FIRE WORLD

which one do you think is the Mario and which is the Luigi. well, but I mean, Dabi clearly thinks that he’s the Luigi though and that’s why he’s so mad. nobody wants to be Luigi. what a life

THAT’S IT, SHOUTO!! POINT OUT ALL OF HIS HYPOCRITICAL BULLSHIT, I WANT ANSWERS

JUST TO CLARIFY, IT’S THAT NATSU, NOT SOME OTHER NATSU!! SO WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF!!

OH, WELL IN THAT CASE

BUT OF COURSE. THAT WOULD MAKE IT ALL WORTHWHILE, holy shit. okay I’m just gonna go ahead and say it, Dabi is a piece of work. I really thought this arc would make him more sympathetic at long last, but it seems like it’s doing just the opposite?? this is like an anti-redemption arc. I don’t relish the thought of venturing into the fandom tags once I finish reading this lol

(ETA: well folks, I’ve done it. and actually it was pretty interesting because there are apparently like ten different things that people are mad about, and so it’s like. each post is a new adventure lmao.)

so Shouto is all “BRUH HAVE YOU COMPLETELY LOST IT” and Dabi is all “YES”, basically? like, he says he’s completely lost his feeling for anything. omg. but you were so sweet. how does that even happen

“finally I can kill you” okay for real what the heck is your damage bro?? can we not. I like Shouto just the way he is, un-killed

oh shit and now the Noumus are here

cue Bakugou diving in to save his mentor, STAB WOUNDS BE DAMNED!! actually it would make more sense for it to be Iida, but if Kacchan is really fixin’ to go full Shounen Dumbass here then he might as well go all out, y’know

-- unless of course, Deku decides to activate another quirk??

“last I checked, the main character of this series was still me” OH? WELL I SUPPOSE THAT IS TRUE, SO PRAY TELL, WHAT HAVE YOU GOT LEFT UP YOUR SLEEVE YOU SUICIDAL BRUSSELS SPROUT

fucking love how he’s all “HAHAHA WITH MY NEW QUIRKS I CAN STILL DO STUPID SHIT EVEN WITH MY ARMS AND LEGS GROUND TO A FINE POWDER” btw. what can I say. Deku gonna Deku

FMMFHDKUHK W H A T

HOLY SHIT. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. WHAT THE WHAT. QUE THE FUCK

(ETA: okay look, all the love in the world to the brave scanlators who take time out of their lives to translate the leaks every week just so we can read the chapter a couple of days early like the addicts we are. that said, translating Mirio’s signature “POWER!!” -- which was already written in English in the original scan -- to “POG-CHAMP” is just a whole new level of wtfuckery from them lmao. is the Lida person back at it again?? amazing.)

MIRIO!?!?! SHOWS UP TO SAVE THE DAY?!?! POGS HIMSELF UP OUT THE GROUND TO BEAT THE NOUMUS LIKE IT AIN’T NO THING. JUST LIKE WE ALL PREDICTED!? I’M SORRY, DID YOU NOT SEE THAT COMING?? YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOUR DAILY HOROSCOPE FROM ASTROLOGY DOT COM DIDN’T HAVE THAT ONE IN THE CARDS?? WAS IT NOT OBVIOUS?? TODOROKIS PLUS BEST JEANIST EQUALS MIRIO??

hot damn. Tintin really saw the writing on the wall with the impending Dabi Discourse and was all “NOT SO FAST” lmao. “HERE’S A BRAND NEW THING FOR YOU ALL TO DISCOURSE ABOUT” MIRIO YOU WILD CHILD. YOU GLORIOUS THUG

MEANWHILE LET’S NOT FORGET WHAT MIRIO HAVING HIS POWERS BACK ACTUALLY IMPLIES. HOLY SHIT. SUDDENLY WE CUT BACK TO ALL MIGHT’S OFFICE, ALL THE WAY BACK AT UA. ERI BRANDISHES HER TOKOYAMI-GIFTED BUSTER SWORD, A DETERMINED GLEAM IN HER EYE. “I HEARD YOU WERE TRYING TO HAVE A GIRL POWER ARC WITHOUT ME.” OH. MY. GOD

[scatter-the-stars]

Badboy

So this became more than I anticipated.

TW: abuse (not Blaine to Kurt)

"Where are we going?" Kurt questions after only just then realizing they're not headed towards Eric's house where the party is. "I thought you said we were going to a party?"

From the driver's seat his friend Jackie lets a sneaky smile spread across her face. "We are."

"Okay. Why are we driving in the opposite direction of Eric's place?"

"I never said we were going to Eric's party."

"Jackie!"

Jackie giggles. Her long auburn hair blowing around her face from the wind.

"Jackie, where the hell are we going?" Kurt takes a look around to see if he recognizes anything. But nothing rings a bell.

"I heard about a... party."

"Where?"

"The south side of town," she replies.

"Hell no, Jackie." It suddenly makes sense why he doesn't recognize anything around him. He's in a part of town he's never been in. A part of town he's been told to stay away from.

"What?"

"We can't be here. It's dangerous."

"Says who?"

"Um... Everyone. Let's just go to Eric's party."

"No." Jackie starts to drive faster. "We're going to this party."

Kurt glares at his friend. "Why?"

Jackie says nothing while she parks her Jeep close by to the party they can hear. She pulls the keys from the engine and faces Kurt. "Aren't you tired of doing the same thing? Going to the same boring parties?" She tucks a strand of her loose hair behind her ear. "I want excitement, Kurt."

"Then go skydiving or something. Don't go to the bad side of town. And don't drag me along." Kurt unbuckles his seatbelt and climbs out of the Jeep. He starts to walk back the way they came. Pulls out his phone in hopes of finding a different friend who will be willing to come pick him up.

"Kurt! Wait!" Jackie runs to stand in front of him and stop him from leaving. "Please, don't go. I need you with me on this. I can't go in there alone."

"I don't care." He moves around her and continues walking. Is pissed his best friend would drag him into her crazy idea. Plus, if his stepdad finds out where he was he’ll be punished. "I'm going home."

Jackie grabs his wrist and stops him. "Please. Stay with me. Kurt."

Kurt takes a few deep breaths before turning to face his friend. "Jackie, this is a terrible idea. All those people are trouble."

"And Eric and his friends aren't?"

Kurt opens his mouth to say no but snaps it shut when he remembers just the week before Eric and his friends decided a car race on the highway at night would be fun. And that's only one of dozens of dangerous, crazy things they've done over the years.

"Please, Kurt," Jackie pleads. "We'll stay an hour and then go to Eric's boring party."

"His party wasn't boring a few weeks ago."

"Yes, it was." Jackie loops her arm through Kurt's. "Aren't you tired of the same boring shit we do?"

"I mean..." There is some part of him that is bored by everything like Jackie said. It's been the same thing with the same people his entire life. Maybe a step outside the norm could be a fun, exciting adventure.

"See. This will be fun."

"But you don't know those people?"

"I'm good at making new friends. This will be no different. So, will you come with me?"

Kurt thinks it over for a moment. Considers he can survive an hour crashing a party full of people he doesn't know.

"Fine." He blows out a breath. "You owe me big time, Jackie. I'm talking about Chanel or Prada big."

"Deal!" Jackie bounces up and down on her feet in excitement. "Thank you so much." She plants a kiss on his cheek.

"Let's get this over with."

Music blares from the two-story house that has seen better days. There's people standing out on the yard and porch. They go silent when they see them. There's whispers as they walk by. Every set of eyes in the house immediately go to them when they step inside. Kurt suddenly feels like he's under a bright spotlight he doesn’t want on him.

"Come on," Jackie grabs his hand, "let's get something to drink."

He follows her through the house to the kitchen. Everyone watches and scrutinizes them as they pass them by. Their judging eyes make him feel two feet tall. They make him feel like the odd one out, which he is. Because he shouldn't be here. This type of place, these kinds of people, are not his scene. And he’ll be in so much fucking trouble if Caleb finds out.

"People are looking at us."

"Ignore them," Jackie casually says, like it's no big deal that a house full of people are staring at her.

Kurt wants to do that. Even tries to. But it proves impossible when he's watched like a hawk. He clutches Jackie's hand tighter and keeps his eyes forward. Says nothing. Not even when someone purposely bumps into him and loudly says, "Watch where you're going you rich bitch."

A few snickers and laughs follow the insult. It doesn't affect him. After growing up and being teased and bullied for his sexuality, a little remark about his wealthy lifestyle won't hurt him. It’s water off his back.

In the kitchen, sticking close to Jackie as she fills two red SOLO cups with beer from the keg, Kurt prays that the next hour passes quickly.

"Drink." Jackie holds a cup out to him. "It'll loosen you up."

Kurt takes the full cup and drains nearly half of it. The alcohol slightly relaxes him in a way he needs.

That relaxing feeling, though, dissipates with Jackie's next words.

"I'll be back."

He grabs for her hand before she leaves. "What? No. Don't leave me alone here."

"I'll only be gone a few minutes. You'll be fine." Jackie flashes one of her mock innocent smiles she's perfected over the years before disappearing in the crowd of people.

Kurt's heart immediately starts to race and breathing grows heavy as he stands there alone being looked at by the people around him. No longer wanting to endure the stares, he turns around to face the cabinets. At least they won't stare at and judge him.

He brings his cup to his lips and drains the last of his beer. Mentally prays Jackie comes back soon.

It's still crazy to him that they're here. That Jackie actually convinced him to come to this party. All his life he's stayed on his side of town. Never strayed to the bad side of town as his mom would repeatedly call it. Can remember her telling him it was full of criminals and people not worth their time. People below them. He never questioned her repeated demands that he stay away from that side of town. Was never curious. Even now he's not curious. He's terrified and wants to leave. Wants to go to the safety of places and people he knows.

Cup empty, he turns to refill it and runs into a wall of muscle. Kurt opens his mouth to apologize to the person he ran into. But his mouth goes dry and tongue grows heavy as he looks at the gorgeous face of the man standing in front of him.

The guy, who is older, is devilishly handsome. Everything about him is dark. From his hair to his eyes to the clothes he wears. Even his polite looking smile hides darkness and an edge of ruthlessness behind it. Kurt can just make out the tattoos peeking out from the collar of the guy's shirt. A light stubble covers his jaw.

The guy eyes him. Arches an eyebrow in curiosity. "Who are you?"

The guy's voice is deep and warm, and sends a shudder racing along his spine. Kurt wants to hear it again. Wants to hear the guy speak his name. To growl it into his ear as he fucks him.

That thought takes him by surprise. Because he doesn’t know this guy. Can’t be having wild thoughts like that over someone he literally met ten seconds ago.

But there’s something about the thought that doesn’t feel out of place.

"I, uh... I-I'm..."

The corner of the guy's mouth curls up. "What? Can't remember your name?"

"I can remember my name." Kurt glares at the guy.

The guy’s grin grows, as if amused by Kurt’s anger toward him. "Then what is it?"

What the hell is his name again? It starts with a K. He thinks.

Shit!

Seconds tick by.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

The guy's dark hazel eyes fill with amusement.

"Did you bump that pretty head of yours and forget your name?"

"No."

The guy takes a step toward him. Kurt takes a step back. His back comes in contact with the edge of the counter.

What. The. Hell. Is. His. Name!

He feels like the biggest idiot as he stands there unable to answer a simple question. But his brain is a jumbled mess filled with static noise as he stares at the sexy guy in front of him.

The guy reaches a hand up and curls it around the back of his neck. Kurt gasps at the strong shock that runs through him at the touch. Trembles when the guy presses his thumb right at the racing pulse point in his neck.

"You'll be fun."

Kurt doesn't have time to consider what the guy means by that because Jackie calls his name right then.

The guy drops his hand, which disappoints him.

"Kurt."

He looks when Jackie runs up to him. She wears a look of concern and tightly clutches his arm, almost as if she's afraid he'll be snatched away.

"So your name is Kurt."

Kurt turns his attention back to the guy in front of him. "Y-Yeah... Kurt. That's my name."

The guy grins and Kurt feels a tingle race throughout his entire body.

"Good to know. See you later, Kurt," the guy says before turning on his heel and walking away.

Kurt watches him walk away. His gaze drops to his fantastic ass in the dark jeans he wears. He finds himself wondering what that ass looks like. What it would feel like in his hands.

Jackie tugging on his arm pulls his attention away from the guy. He sees his friend curiously eyeing him. "What?" he asks when he realizes she asked something.

"I was asking what Blaine wanted."

Kurt furrows his brows in confusion. "Who's Blaine?"

Jackie gives him a Are you serious? look. "The guy you were just talking to."

"Oh." Kurt looks at where Blaine walked away. Disappointment swirls in him at not seeing the sexy stranger. "He wanted to know my name." He looks at Jackie. "How'd you know who he was?"

"Kurt," Jackie lets out a breath, "that's Blaine Anderson."

The way she says his name implies he's supposed to know who that is. But the name rings no kind of bell for him.

"Who's Blaine Anderson?"

"Come on." Jackie grabs his hand. "We need to leave."

Kurt follows Jackie out of the kitchen. Surprised at the sudden urge he has to stay. "Why are we leaving? We've only been here a few minutes. We can stay." He wants to stay. Wants to see Blaine again.

"No." Jackie practically drags him out of the house.

As they leave, Kurt notices the people who eyed them earlier pay them no attention. A few even get out of Jackie and his way as they head for the front door.

Outside and walking to Jackie's Jeep, Kurt stops in the middle of the road after ripping his hand free of her tight hold. "What the hell, Jackie! Why'd you do that?"

Jackie turns to face him. "I was protecting you, Kurt."

"Protecting me. From what?"

"More like who."

"Who?" Kurt grows more and more confused by the second. "What are you talking about?"

"Let's get in the Jeep first."

In the Jeep, Jackie practically speeds away from the house like she committed a crime.

"What is going on, Jackie? Slow down before you crash!"

That seems to produce the opposite effect since Jackie picks up the speed. And what should have taken them thirty minutes, Kurt finds themselves outside of Eric's place less than ten minutes later.

Jackie shuts off the engine. She drops her head back against the headrest of the seat and lets out a heavy breath. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" She covers her face with her hands.

Kurt starts to grow worried something terrible happened. "Jackie, what's wrong?"

Jackie slams the palm of her hand against the steering wheel a few times after lifting her head. She curses a few times.

"You're starting to worry me," he says after she's calmed down.

"I'm sorry. It's just..." She breathes and turns in her seat to face him. "I shouldn't have taken you there. It was a stupid idea. I didn't think..."

"Think what?"

"I didn't know he was going to be there."

"Who?"

"Blaine," Jackie breathes out. "I was told he would be gone until next week."

"What does it matter if he was there? Who is he, Jackie?" Kurt wants to know everything about the sexy stranger who seemed dark and dangerous.

Jackie takes a breath. "He's dangerous, Kurt. And I'm not talking about those lame bad boys that go to our school. I'm talking about the kind of bad boy that got out of prison last year. He runs with the Dark Demons. You've heard of them, right?"

Kurt nods his head. Everyone has heard of them. They're a notorious motorcycle club. Known for violence and wealth and power. They run drugs and weapons. There's even rumors of some of the dark things they've done. Things that no amount of asking for forgiveness will grant them peace.

"Yeah, well, he's a member. One of the more fucked up ones, I've heard."

That nugget of information has Kurt thinking back to the small bomb Jackie dropped in his lap moments before. "You said he was in prison."

Jackie nods her head.

"For what?"

"What I heard, and it could be total bullshit, but apparently he beat some guy to death when he was seventeen. Who knows, though? It could be for something else."

Where that piece of information should scare him, Kurt finds himself mostly unaffected. He isn't suddenly terrified of the guy who went to prison. In fact, he finds himself curious for what the truth really is about Blaine's reason for being in prison.

"Stay away from him, Kurt," Jackie says when she catches him contemplating things. "He is nothing but bad news. Did he tell you anything?"

Kurt thinks of what Blaine told him before Jackie interrupted them. Thinks of Blaine's words You'll be fun and knows he can't tell Jackie about them. That she'll go crazy and do something even crazier.

"No." He shakes his head. "He just wanted to know my name."

"Good. Maybe he'll stay away."

"Maybe." Although he says that, Kurt finds himself hoping that isn't the case.

It should scare him that he wants to see an ex-prisoner who is apparently as twisted and fucked-up as they come. But for some reason, it doesn't.

There was something about Blaine that drew him in.

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A few weeks pass and nothing happens. His life goes on like normal. He hangs out and parties with his friends. Fools around with his friend Colin that he messes around with from time to time. He goes to school and acts like everything is okay at home.

The entire time Blaine is there in the back of his thoughts. He wonders what he's doing or how he's doing. If he's alone or with someone. If he's thinking about him.

Kurt hopes Blaine thinks of him. That he pops up in Blaine's thoughts in the middle of the day.

He doesn't want to be forgotten.

"Are we still on for tomorrow?" Jackie asks one Friday after school almost two months after meeting Blaine.

"Yeah. What time are you picking me up?"

"Early. Seven in the morning."

"Okay. That sounds-" Kurt comes to stop when he steps outside and sees who's there.

Leaning back against his bike, ankles crossed and hands gripping the seat of the bike, Blaine looks as devilishly handsome as ever. In a dark shirt, jeans, boots, and Aviator shades covering his eyes, he pulls off the bad boy, biker thing extremely well.

"Shit!"

Kurt barely hears Jackie's soft exclamation when she spots Blaine. His world has been reduced to this mysterious, sexy man.

Their friends around them all murmur and ask who that is. He pays them no mind. Only cares about the man who has been his go to fantasy when getting off these past few weeks.

He knows the moment Blaine sees him. Sees the grin spread across his face. His heart gives a hard thud in his chest at the sight.

Kurt takes a step forward.

Jackie grabbing his elbow stops him and pulls his attention away from Blaine.

"What?"

"Kurt, don't. He's bad news."

"I know. I just..." He locks eyes with Blaine. "I just want to talk to him."

Like a magnet, he feels drawn to Blaine. Like he's the innocent fish being reeled in by the tempting bait as he makes his way to the man who's been at the back of his mind since he last saw him.

As he makes his way over to Blaine, he notices students, guys and girls, curiously eyeing Blaine. Some wear looks of interest. Which isn't surprising since Blaine is extremely attractive and probably pulls attention wherever he goes.

Blaine pulls off his Aviator glasses. Kurt finds his breath catch at those dark hazel eyes watching him with so much interest and desire it sends a sharp thrill through him.

He stops right in front of Blaine. "Hi."

A devilish grin spreads across Blaine's face. "Hi."

"What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you again."

Kurt's pulse races. "H-How'd you find me?"

"Easily."

Blaine pushes off his bike and stands at his full height. He takes a step closer to Kurt. Kurt feels the heat radiating off him. Feels that heat wash over him. It intensifies when Blaine grabs the back of his neck like he did that night weeks ago.

Heart racing and cock pounding, Kurt is so desperate for whatever Blaine might do next that he would let him strip him naked and fuck him right there in the parking lot for everyone to watch and see.

Blaine stares into his eyes with his dark hazel orbs. "Have you ever ridden a motorcycle?"

It takes a second for what Blaine asked to register. "W-What?"

"A bike." Blaine gestures with his free hand to his behind him. "Have you ever ridden one?"

"Oh... No."

"That's okay." Blaine lets him go and climbs onto his bike. Kurt goes weak in the knees at how sexy he looks straddling the powerful machine. He doesn't stop Blaine when he grabs his wrist and pulls him onto his bike. "Hold tight and don't let go."

Arms wound around Blaine's midsection, he holds tight like instructed. He jumps a little when Blaine starts the engine and revs it a few times.

As Blaine begins to drive away, he looks over at his group of friends who all watch him with shocked and surprised expressions. Except Jackie. Jackie wears an expression of worry and regret.

He doesn't let the look get to him. Forgets about everything he should have done, and will happen to him when he gets home, and instead focuses on how it feels to be pressed close to Blaine's backside. The power of the engine between his legs. The sensation of the cool wind whipping against his face and through his hair. Head dropped back and eyes closed, he smiles at feeling free for the first time in a very long time.

A hand on his right thigh squeezing the flesh has him pressing closer to Blaine. Even more so when Blaine drags his hand up and inside his jean-covered thigh and covers the bulge between his legs.

It's extremely fucking sexy the way Blaine teases him with one hand while guiding the bike with the other. He should probably yell at Blaine to put both hands on the handles. But he feels too good; somehow trusts Blaine. Remembers Blaine has probably been doing this for a long time.

Blaine drives until he's out of town and goes into the country. Kurt is not worried at all when he turns onto a gravel road and drives until an old farm house comes into view. The house has two levels. A large porch is on the bottom level. A hanging porch swing gently sways from the wind. The paint is chipped and grass is seriously overgrown. But Kurt sees past that and can see the appeal the place has. Sees how a family could live there.

He climbs off the bike after Blaine comes to a stop and cuts the engine. "What is this place?"

"This is my parents' old farm. It's mine now."

"Really?"

"Why the surprise?"

"You don't really scream farmer to me."

Blaine chuckles. Kurt likes the sound. "What do I scream?"

Kurt eyes Blaine up and down. "Trouble."

Blaine grins and lifts a brow. "Do you like trouble?"

"I do."

Hand taken by Blaine, Kurt follows him past the house and to the old barn that has seen better days. He takes in the old structure when they go inside. Sees old, rusted farming tools and equipment. There's a wooden ladder that leads to an upper loft area.

He doesn't question anything when he follows Blaine up the ladder to the loft area. Where he expects it to be dirty like the rest of the barn, he's surprised to find it's clean. Everything looks to have been taken away. The only things up there now are an old couch, some rugs, an end table, and a lamp.

"What is this?"

Blaine walks over and drops down onto the couch. "My safe space, I guess you can call it. I come here when I need to get away from everything and think."

Kurt goes up to the open doors and looks out at the view. "This is nice." When Blaine says nothing, he looks back and finds him eyeing him. "What?"

"Come here," Blaine softly growls while tipping his head.

The command has Kurt instantly moving his feet over to the mysterious man he can't stop himself from wanting.

Stood in front of Blaine, heart pounding, a small squeak escapes him when Blaine suddenly hooks a finger through one of his belt loops and pulls him down into his lap. He bites back a moan when he feels the hard length of Blaine pressing against his ass. Every nerve ending suddenly firing and demanding attention. His body shakes with need.

It should terrify him what he's allowing to happen. He tries to remember he barely knows this guy. But those thoughts are outnumbered by how good he feels. How right this feels. That it doesn't matter that he only met Blaine once before for less than five minutes. Because those few minutes were enough to greatly affect his world.

Those short minutes were enough to awaken something inside him that had been dormant for too long.

"Why does this feel so right?" he muses out loud while running his fingers through Blaine's dark hair.

"I don't know." Blaine strokes a thumb over one of his flushed cheeks. "But it does."

The racing of his heart, the wild fluttering of the butterflies in his stomach all calm when Blaine pulls him down and their mouths brush together. A sharp shock courses through him at the teasing touch. He immediately wants more.

With one of Blaine's hands holding his hip, he moans when Blaine crushes their mouths together. His eyes flutter close and hands clutch at Blaine's shoulders. The kiss creates sharp tingles that race through his body.

Lips part under Blaine's demanding tongue. He groans when Blaine teases their tongues together. When they push and glide against each other.

The hand on his hip moves to grab at his ass. And where he shouldn't want the touch, should shove Blaine's hand away since he barely knows him, Kurt finds himself wanting more. He wants Blaine's hands on him. Wants Blaine to touch every inch of him.

He wants to feel a soft touch where there's only been roughness.

Blaine slips a hand under his shirt and splays it over the heated skin of his lower back. The area grows warmer under Blaine's touch.

The kiss intensifies. Blaine deepens it. A shudder wracking his body when Blaine nips his lower lip and sucks on it before pulling away.

Kurt breathes heavy as he comes down from the high of the best kiss he’s ever had.

"Is it true?" The question spills from his mouth unprompted a few moments later. He never meant to ask it aloud. Would have sufficed continuing to go on in the dark. But the question is out there now, and there's no taking it back.

"Is what true?"

"Were you really in prison?"

Blaine takes a breath. "Yes. Do you know why?"

"I've been told rumors."

"What rumors?"

"Jackie said-"

"Jackie?"

"My friend. You saw her that night at the party."

Blaine seems to mentally go back to that night to recall his friend. "What did this Jackie say?"

"She said you killed someone." Kurt looks away for a few heartbeats before turning his attention back to Blaine. "Is it true?"

"Will you think differently of me if it is?"

"I... I don't know."

A few minutes of loud silence follows. Finally, Blaine softly says, "I didn't kill anyone."

Kurt lets out the breath he didn't realize he was holding. "What did you do?"

"It doesn't matter. I served my time. And I don't regret what I did."

Kurt presses closer to Blaine. No kind of fear surfaces at Blaine's confession. His feelings don’t change. He still wants this man. Is deeply affected by him in a way that has caught him by surprise.

"Let's go swimming."

Down by the small lake, Kurt watches Blaine as he begins to undress.

"You joining me?" Blaine pulls off his shirt.

Kurt stares at Blaine as he stands there shirtless. Stares at hard muscles covered in black ink. Fingers and tongue itching to trace and learn every line of Blaine's muscles and tattoos. He’s intrigued to know every story behind them. To know which ones are the most important to Blaine.

He's been with guys who were fit and had tattoos. But not like this. Not a man who looks every bit the dangerous he is. A guy who could easily wrap his hands around his throat or haul him over his shoulder. A guy who is the true definition of a bad boy, and not the watered down version Jackie called the ones at their school.

"Kurt?"

Kurt shakes his head and lifts his eyes up to Blaine's that hold laughter. "What?"

"Are you going to join me?" Blaine gestures to the water.

After quickly stripping down to just his underwear, Kurt takes Blaine's offered hand and jumps with him into the warm water. He breaks the surface, sputtering water and laughing. Feeling the happiest he's been in a long time.

Blaine pulls him close and kisses him.

His heart flutters and stomach swoops.

They lose time kissing and swimming. Kurt barely notices the passing of time. Minutes feel like seconds. Time somehow ceases to be at one point. It's just the two of them and what feels like forever.

Where he fears his feelings are one-sided, that fear is put to rest when Blaine pulls him close and says he feels it too.

Kurt isn't sure what is happening. But he knows it's something special and magical and a once in a lifetime experience.

Out of the water some time later and lying on the warm, soft grass, they hungrily kiss like it's been days and not minutes since they last did so.

Thighs parted and Blaine lying between his legs, Kurt moans at their nearly naked, wet bodies pressing close together. Heat swirls in his belly as his cock grows hard. Against his hip, he feels Blaine hard as well.

Blaine reaches down and palms at his bulge. "Can I taste you?"

Although something reminds Kurt he barely knows Blaine, that he's still a complete stranger to him, he finds himself nodding his head. Because something else, something that overshadows his other thoughts, is yelling at him how right and perfect this feels.

Blaine pushes up onto his knees and hooks his fingers in the band of his underwear. Kurt lifts his hips to let him pull them off. His hard cock springs free and smacks against his belly. Blaine pulls his underwear and tosses them in the direction where their clothes are.

Lying on the grass naked, the sun warm on his wet skin, Kurt feels beautiful and wanted as Blaine looks at him with a hunger no other guy has ever looked at him with before. He wants to be owned by Blaine. To fall into this wonderful moment forever and forget about the horrible secret he's keeping. A secret that made the decision to come with Blaine easy.

Lips press kisses down his neck and along his shoulder. They brush over the scar on his left shoulder. The one he got when he was eleven. He sees the curious question in Blaine's eyes when he lifts his head.

"Please, don't," he softly begs. He can't let Blaine ask about the scar. Because he'll break and tell him. And he doesn't want him to know. Can't let him know. "Please..." He grabs the back of Blaine's head and pulls him down to kiss him. Against his lips, he softly pleads, "Please, don't question it."

He breathes a sigh of relief when Blaine nods his head and begins trailing kisses down his chest and stomach. Tenses when Blaine brushes his fingers over the scar on his left hip while his lips brush a kiss to the scar just above his belly button. He relaxes when Blaine continues his path down his body and doesn't question it like he begged for.

The first drag of Blaine's tongue along the underside of his cock has him loudly moaning.

Blaine doesn't tease him. He kisses the tip of his cock before taking it into his mouth. Gives a long, hard suck before setting up a steady rhythm.

The sensation is wonderful. Kurt finds himself quickly on the edge. Cries out not long after from a powerful release. He shakes and trembles as Blaine pulls off and kisses him. Is still doing so when he shoves his underwear off and starts to jerk his cock.

He looks down and watches Blaine fist his cock. Watches the leaking, purple head push through the tight fist of his hand.

Blaine drops his head on his shoulder and grunts and groans as he chases his release. "Fuck. I... Can I..."

"Yes," Kurt moans into Blaine's ear, knowing what he wants. "Come on me."

Those three words trigger Blaine's orgasm. His cock jerks as he spills over his fist and onto his chest and stomach. Kurt softly whimpers as Blaine's release covers his skin.

He's never felt more owned and desired.

A laugh escapes him after Blaine collapses on top of him in a breathless, boneless heap with a soft fuck.

As they peacefully lie there in a comfortable silence, the sound of their breathing mixing with the sounds of the world around them, the sun starting to set, Kurt wishes time would stop so he could spend the rest of his life in this perfect moment.

"We should clean up," Blaine says after a while when the cum on their skin begins to dry.

Kurt agrees. Follows Blaine back into the water. Smiles when Blaine pulls him close not long after and claims his mouth in a rough kiss.

They get off together one more time before climbing out of the water. They lie on the grass lazily making out while drying off. Start to get dressed once they are.

The sky is turning dark when Kurt climbs onto Blaine's bike behind him to head home. And the sun is completely gone when Blaine finally pulls up in front of his house.

"Nice house."

"Thanks," Kurt mumbles, hiding his hatred for the place where he lives.

He climbs off the bike.

"I had a great time," Blaine says.

"Me too." It was the best time he's had in an extremely long time.

"Can I see you again?"

Kurt lets out a soft giggle when Blaine pulls him close and grabs at his ass. "Yes."

"When?"

"I'll call you."

"I'll impatiently wait."

Kurt laughs and kisses Blaine bye. And as he stands there and watches him drive away, he's left to wonder if the Blaine he was told about was just Jackie talking shit. Because the guy he got to know today didn't fit the person described to him.

He turns on his heel and walks to the front door of the house he hates. The house that feels more like a prison than a home.

The moment he steps into the house a hand roughly smacks him across the face. Kurt stumbles the slightest but shows no reaction to the hit. Has learned to contain his anger and hurt when struck. To project any kind of emotion, he learned at a young age, will only draw out the punishment.

Head lifted, the left side of his face stinging, and lip burning where it was split open by the ring, he stares at his stepdad. At Caleb Rothstein. The man he regrets his mom meeting and marrying.

The first time Caleb laid a hand on him was when he was seven. He was playing around in the living room and accidentally knocked over a vase. Caleb was beyond pissed and punched him in the stomach so hard he threw up the lunch he ate. He cried until he fell asleep.

Life since then hasn’t been the same.

"Where were you?" Caleb snarls at him. His eyes are hard with anger and rage, both of which he doesn't contain.

"With a friend."

Caleb slaps him again. This time he falls to the floor. "That's bullshit! Jackie called and said you left with that criminal!"

Kurt breathes through the pain radiating on the side of his face. He glares up at his stepdad. Mentally tells himself he only has a few months left before he leaves this place, and this man, for good.

"Tell me the fucking truth!"

Instead of lying and being punished even more for doing so, he decides to just be honest and deal with whatever Caleb does.

"I was with Blaine."

"You son of a-"

Kurt pulls in a gasping breath when Caleb roughly kicks him in his stomach. Tears well in his eyes after Caleb does it several more times. He curls into a ball to protect himself.

"You stay the fuck away from him! I find out you're with him again and I'll make you regret it."

The threat doesn't scare him. Not like it would have when he was younger.

Only after hearing Caleb's retreating footsteps does he slowly push himself up and escape upstairs to the safety of his room. Once there, he locks the door and pushes the dresser in front of it. Knows from experience that Caleb sometimes isn't finished with him and will come into his room and take out whatever anger he has on him.

Later, as he stands in front of his bathroom mirror after a shower, towel around his hips, he eyes the bruising already starting on his stomach. He brushes his fingers over the discolored skin. Hates that he knows the bruise will take at least a week to disappear. Which means there's no point in him going with his friends to the lake tomorrow. The bruising will be worse by then.

As he lifts his eyes to his split lip, barely touches a finger to the broken skin, he touches his other fingers to his lips. A smile turns up his mouth as he thinks about Blaine's mouth on him. How right and amazing it felt. How he wants to feel that again.

He dresses and climbs into bed. Ignores his stomach when it growls. Would rather go to bed hungry than risk going to get something to eat and running into Caleb.

He grabs his phone to text Jackie.

Kurt: Can't go tomorrow. In trouble.

It's total bullshit since Caleb told him nothing about not being able to go with his friends. But there's no way he can go with them and explain his injuries.

Jackie: Why?

Kurt: You know why

Kurt: I'll talk to you later

Kurt shuts off his phone to avoid Jackie's reasoning for telling his stepdad about Blaine. He knows she only meant well. But he wishes she wouldn't have said anything at all. Because now he's holding a pillow to his tender stomach while fearful of what else Caleb might do to him.

As he lies there, though, he thinks of Blaine and how even with Caleb's threats, he won't stop seeing him.

[vrishchikawrites]

About YZY leaving YMJ/JFM with her kids Post-WWX Arrival

Dear Dee, feel free to delete or ignore this or post it, whatever floats your boat. This just stuck in my head after those posts and I had to blurt it all to someone. Thanks for taking the time to read my word vomit.

So I had to do this instead of an ask because it got long and I wasn't sure how many asks it'd need or how short I could cut it down without losing parts of the argument. And then other things came up as I was writing and, well.  Well..... >_>;;;; 

But you know, after that post/ask you had about YZY fics saying 'Fuck U' to YMJ/JFM & leaving both with her kids, I had a sarcastic 'yeah right' attitude about it. Mainly due to a lot of negation emotions to such an abusive (and delusional) bitch, partly due to how she wouldn't do that since it doesn't seem to be something her sort of character would consider either because she'd think of it as 'losing' (losing what, IDK, it's why I consider her type of person crazy) or she legit wouldn't think about such a viable action.

But then later, in the shower, I seriously went 'Wait, she can't fucking do that' and it wouldn't be about how MXTX uses her as a part of the narrative but entirely about the/their culture in the novel; the actions that have and would be taken in response; and her entire toxic personality as well.

1) We already know that the sects and the cultivation world in general is sexist, elitist and so Capital T 'Traditional' to the point that it's starting to petrify and any deviancy from this is an exception rather than the norm. YZY might be a madame of a great sect (for what that's worth considering how shit of a madame she's been and the titles she's chosen for herself) but she's still a woman even with her high rank and the things she's personally accomplished.

Even if she was in her rights to leave a 'bad' marriage, she'd be the one who'd get scolded more instead of JFM by her natal family, her former husband's family and by their entire society at large even if she had a few singular supporters. Because That's Not How Things Are Done in their society and I do believe that such a thing was rare even when it was accepted method by the upper echelons. Especially since it would have to be done by more than YZY simply deciding that She Wants Out and just- goes and Gets Out. With no serious allegations that would allow her to divorce or separate from YMJ/JFM without the input from her family, JFM's family and, I think, possibly some measure of compensation as well. And no, having or bringing in a 'bastard child' is not a serious enough offence for such a humongous decision. I think something more along the lines of treason or crimes against multiple, high-ranking parties would be more along the lines. Maybe.

And even if she does this, she'd be considered 'Used Goods' (such a terrible comment) and there'd be no other good/proper marriage prospects for a divorced woman with children let alone a woman like YZY with her entire abrasive personality and attitude put off even easy-going JFM.

(If she'd been widowed then it'd be more forgiven but I consider that a Real Bad End since, IMO, it would lead to the sudden and inevitable decline of YMJ either via mass exodus of disciples and/or residents of LP; being merged with another sect due to it's unstable leadership; or create an internal political war 'cause I bet you anything that the YMJ Elders/relatives (if they have any) Would Not Want YZY in charge of YMJ when she's already proven herself such a shit betrothed let alone madame.)

2) Speaking of families, while YMJ/JFM/LP as a whole might be glad to see YZY's back, I don't think her natal sect, MSY, will be glad to see her come storming back after all the effort they put into getting that particular marriage alliance with YMJ. And if she brings her children with her? Oh man, oh boy- mother or not, that could be considered as kidnapping or line theft (is that a thing?) especially if YZY is also seriously considering divorce proceedings and raising them as Yu and not Jiang. That could give leave to, for anyone more unforgiving and maybe JFM if he's pushed enough, disown both JYL and JWY from the Jiangs through no fault of their own (though I'm sure YZY would make it so as well as blame JFM for her own decisions and mistakes).

Therefore, any inheritance or benefits they might gain for being legitimised children of a great sect are forfeited. JYL will likely lose that betrothal with JZX because JGS will drop it like a hot potato and JWY won't be a sect heir because YZY literally decided to remove that by deciding to raise JWY as a Yu, no matter their blood relation to JFM. They leave him, they leave YMJ and everything attached with it. Which is if YMJ/JFM doesn't demand MSY to give back their heir/ess and to punish YZY for her actions. Or send all three of them back for the appropriate reactions/decisions.

Their society would demand no less in reaction because, to them, it would seem like YZY had gone mad and JFM would look weak (or weaker) and imply that YMJ is vulnerable and exploitable if JFM doesn't do something in response to her actions. That's not even getting into what the other smaller sects may try to do in an attempt to curry favour with YMJ or what LLJ or QSW would try in order to destroy or diminish YMJ. And whether JFM chooses to demand his children back or not, it may not change the fact that this may give him reason enough to choose a nephew or niece to be the new sect heir especially if, even after getting rid of YZY's poisonous influence, JWY grows up to be his mother's child more than his father's or even his own person.

Either way, such a thing would bring great backlash on YZY, and MSY as well as the collateral. No one would want to give face to her or her children because it would bring up some very uncomfortable questions and scenarios to the other sects- specifically, what would happen if the female members of their clans/sets decided to follow the footsteps of YZY and leave with their children and heirs. Especially if they use it as an excuse to leave for their own comfort and whims and not some legitimate wrongs and dangers. That would create some more restrictions on women thanks to YZY

3) And lastly, if any one of those idiot YZY stans think that she'd ever give up the status of being a madame of a great sect they'd be as crazy or crazier than her. YZY is all about status and power and face. Specifically, her status, power and face and how people in her reach reflect her or 'insult' her. She is a selfish, terrible, abusive and toxic person and can only see people in regards to how they would benefit her and the elevation of her and in no other way. Especially her family. They cannot be their own person, they can only be an extension of her and gods forbid they go against her.

We can see this in how she treats the people she supposedly loves. JFM? Arguments day in, day out along with accusations and slander of cheating, having one(1) supposed 'bastard' and being 'in love' with CSSR. Which all seems sus as hell. And that's when she's actually there and not out 'night hunting'. Even her 'training' seems to border on unhelpful rather then helpful if my vague recollections of juniors fainting from exhaustion can be relied upon (please call me out if they're not or find proof).

JYL? Berated by not being 'strong' but not helped at all to be 'strong'. It doesn't help that YZY seems to believe in the same standards strength in their society- that is, of martial masculine strength which does not and should not apply to JYL who has been said to be sickly. Which means h should have been learning a different way of cultivation/fighting anyway.  If that was something she wanted and had been offered in the first place- which I doubt. That isn't even getting into her repeated generational trauma mess of a betrothal which was decided only by those 'sworn sisters', accepted by her as a way out of her terrible home life and puts her squarely within reach of JGS who we know to be a womaniser, rapist, predator and a possible ephebophile considering we don't know the exact age of his youngest 'conquest' or the age of MZY's mother when they met which could be anywhere from 14 to 21.

JWY? Gods, so much meta on him and his(non-) relationships with his parents that I don't think I can contribute more to it. It's been all said and done. Unless people want me to stir the pot by saying that, maybe, just maybe, YZY resents JWY as much as she 'loves' him.Either because he's her son and yet never manages to 'accomplish as much' as WWX or because he's a boy and therefore, more benefits and allowances than a girl/woman- more than anything that YZY ever got without either a fight or screaming at someone about. *shrug*

So, in conclusion to this sudden an unexpected essay that I wrote(I'm so sorry about that, I thought it would be shorter -.-;;;;), YZY leaving YMJ/JFM with her kids? Impossible. Not without some sort of personality transplant or a complete AU. She's too prideful, too bitter, too angry, too everything negative and little positive. She's a resentful product of the values and restraints of her society taken to the extreme negative with a willingness to inflict her pain on others to an abusive degree. But she's also too obsessed and reliant on those same values and restraints to keep up the image of her status. So her? Giving those up? You'd be more likely to see WRH as a doting grandfather than that.

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Dee - All of this is true and yes YZY leaving YMJ is highly unlikely. While there will be consequences if she decides to leave, she does canonically lives separately from her husband. They seem to be in a situation where they are married but living separately, which was a common way to end a marriage (at least in spirit) back then. She essentially had all the perks of being Madam Jiang but fulfilled none of the responsibilities.

Afaik, her training the Jiang disciples is a donghua thing? I may be wrong but I recall she spent most of her time nighthunting.

As for taking her children along with her- that's completely impossible. At that point, children were the property of the father. She could leave but she would've never been allowed to take JC.