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[mxtxfanatic]

And this is why I don’t prescribe to “anti” as a fandom label: it means absolutely nothing except “bad fandom person” to people whose entire self-worth is tied up in whether or not their opinions are “valid” to mainstream fandom. I’m an “anti” for saying that a canon villain is a villain, but you’re not an “anti” despite hating the villain’s canon personality and rewriting their actions and key motivations. And now that you’ve labeled me an “anti,” you can accuse me of egregious behavior that I’ve never committed, because again, you have now defined “anti” as a “bad fandom person.”

The “anti” tag was started as a concession to fans who didn’t want to see or engage in critical critique of their favorite media, so respectful critical fans took it elsewhere. Now that it’s being applied to “you speak about the canon bad things done by a canon antagonist,” it has lost all meaning. Put it up on the high shelf with the other words that non-reading ass bitches have ruined, cause there’s no meaning in using it anymore.

[uceyliyahh]

SOMETHING BOUT’ US

Summary: "I want you more than anything in my life." After being in a difficult relationship with Carmelo Yasmine decided to move on from him and become the next big thing while getting drafted on the smackdown roster she always thought she would never find love again due to her commitment issues until she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 3508

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Yasmine

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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1.

YASMINE I was in the gym working out before going to work today. Being a wrestler was very cool. Shawn Michaels has declared that I will be the next great thing for the organization, which I truly believe.

As I was performing my bench press reps, I felt my phone vibrate and heard from my AirPods that Bianca was calling me, so I paused my reps and placed the weights down to answer the phone.

OTP Minnie🧃: Hey, B what's up? Breezy🫶🏽: Hey girlfriend! How are things going down at NXT? Minnie🧃: it's been going good I'm just at the gym right now before I head into work Breezy🫶🏽: good! I heard melo ass was tryna talk to you Minnie🧃: girl fuck him he's not important Breezy🫶🏽: period but I know the draft is coming up soon so I hope you'll get drafted to smackdown me and Trin is missing you dearly. Minnie🧃: I miss you guys too like our schedules are soo hectic rn it's not even funny Breezy🫶🏽: who you telling girl but imma' go I'll talk to you later girl! Minnie🧃: byeee

CALL ENDED

I hung up the phone and went back to performing my reps. I'll tell you a little bit about myself and Carmelo; we dated for around two or three years? We went from high school sweethearts to almost engaged before he left to become an NXT star and cheated on me.

When I found out he cheated on me with someone on the roster, I was furious to say the least. Since my name was on the lease, I basically threw his things out and told him to go live with his whore.

I blocked him on everything as he attempted to contact me after learning that I would be on the main roster of NXT, but I ignored him since I was focused on my work.

After that day, I couldn't trust any man. My trust issues were strong, and I was an extremely critical over-thinker, always wondering if I'd forgiven him, would he change?

But you know what they say: people who cheat will cheat on you again, and I wasn't going to cope with that.

As I finished my reps, I set the weights down on the side of the bench, grabbed my Stanley cup of water next to me, and began sipping it.

After I got off the bench, I grabbed my phone and checked the time; it was nearly time for me to go to work, so I grabbed my gym bag and keys and headed towards my car.

I opened the door, threw my workout bag in the backseat, and went to Instagram to upload my gym photos from earlier, all while turning on the car's ignition and moving away from the parking lot.

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✧˚° I arrived at work as I parked in the garage grabbing my bag that had all of my gear inside of it while walking towards the building. As I was walking towards my locker room I've seen Lash running up to me as she gave me a hug.

"Hey Girly!" Lash said.

"Hey, Lash what's happening?" I said while folding my arms.

"Nothing much girl getting ready for this tag team match later on did you eat?" She said.

Now that I think about it I didn't eat before heading to the gym I shook my head while she linked her arms with mines as we began to walk to  the catering area.

I grabbed a plate getting me some Salmon along with some white rice and asparagus while getting me a cold bottle of water. I walked towards the table sitting down with Lash as we began eating our food.

"So I heard about you and melo yall ain't together anymore?"

"Nah we aren't together anymore after he cheated on me but he keeps trying to hit me up and stuff but I just ignore him." I stated while eating my rice.

"Mhm, period girl as you should if Trick would've done something like—something like what?" Lash got startled as she seen Trick behind her with his plate in his hands.

The couple stop kissing each other as he sat down next to us eating his food.

He chuckled at her as he set his plate down, placing his hands around her waist as she held him closely and kissed his lips.

I glanced at the pair kissing one other's faces, and it almost made me feel lonely, but I didn't mind since I enjoy being alone. Trick was close friends with Carmelo, and it wasn't strange for him to remain so after his friend strayed. We kept in touch from time to time, checking in on each other.

"What's good Minks." Trick said.

"Hey Trick how you been?"

"I've been good you know being the nxt champion and all how about you?"

"I'm fine just ready to see who am I going against tonight." I said grabbing the napkin that was next to me wiping my mouth in the process.

He nodded affirmatively and continued eating his dinner, while Lash nudged me, as if she saw someone behind me.

When I looked at her, she pointed her finger behind me. As I turned around, I saw the guy I despise the most, Carmelo, with crossed arms. I rolled my eyes at him.

"What? Melo?" I asked sternly.

"Can we like talk in private?" He asked.

I looked over at Trick and Lash, who were gazing at me, and then back at Carmelo. I groaned heavily, finished my lunch and tossing it in the trash bin while walking with Carmelo.

We proceeded to his locker room, and he locked the door behind him as I sat on his couch, crossing my legs in the process.

"What the fuck do you want Melo?"

"Can you relax with the attitude Minks? I'm tryna apologize for what happened I was drunk and stupid." Carmelo said.

"Melo I don't give a damn how many times you apologize to me about your actions I'm not taking you back." He scoffed in disbelief how can this man be so naive to think that I'll just welcome him back in open arms?

"Why do you have to be so difficult, Yasmine? "I'm trying to make things right with yo' ass." I rolled my eyes at him; is this nigga being serious right now?

I sat up on the couch, peering intently into his eyes while we both kept eye contact. "Me? Being difficult? How am I being difficult when I haven't done anything? I'm going to leave since you're already aggravating me, and I've only just arrived at work." I jumped up from the couch and moved towards the door, but he stopped my path while peering into his dark eyes.

He grabbed my throat and roughly pushed me back against the wall, pinning me in the process, which anxious me little. "Nigga, what the hell is wrong with you? "Let me go!" I yelled, attempting to shove him off of me. He held me firmly around the throat and muttered something in my ear that gave me goosebumps. "You'll never be able to find someone better than me and if you do I won't hesitate to kill them because you belong to me and only me understand..?" Carmelo threatened me as I was afraid.

I nodded yes as he left go of my throat, gasping for oxygen before exiting his locker room; I couldn't tell anybody about it or he'd be fired, so I kept it to myself.

I rushed to my locker room, closing and locking the door as I dropped down on the ground, breaking down. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and I gasped for air, attempting to calm down.

I wasn't expecting him to be like this with me because of his behavior, but what he said scared the snot out of me. I kept weeping silently so no one could hear me.

'What am I going to do?'

✧˚°

I was in the makeup chair, getting my makeup done, when I felt someone touch my shoulders. I opened one eye to find Lash behind me and offered her a phony grin. "Ouuu girl your makeup looks so good it matches with your gear so much." Lash praised me. "Thank you girly your gear looks so good make me wanna eat you up don't tell trick I said that by the way." While she and I were snickering at each other, I noticed Carmelo stroll past us, looking at me.

I avoided eye contact with him, which Lash observed as her facial expression turned to one of confusion, lifting an eyebrow at me.

"Did something happen between you and Melo?" She asked. I shook my head because I didn't want her to inform Shawn about what happened between me and him in his locker room.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, nothing didn't happen girl why don't you go focus on your match for tonight I'll catch up with you later." I said as she nodded her head hugging me in process.

After I got my makeup down I looked in the mirror checking myself out and damn I look good for tonight's match against Roxanne Perez for her title this was a good opportunity for myself.

She's been holding that Title for a hot minute now and out of all the girls I got the opportunity to win it.

"Yasmine to the gorilla, Yasmine to the gorilla."

I checked myself about one last time before heading out towards the gorilla I put on my jacket fixing my hair in the process pumping myself up to calm my nerves as I looked up at the TV screen seeing her going inside the ring.

I looked at the camera as my music starts playing saying towards the camera "it's go time baby." As I head out towards the ring. I walked out as the crowd cheered for me I love the massive pop that I am getting from the crowd.

"And her opponent from Brooklyn, New York weighting at 148 pounds Yasmine!!"

I spun around as I was skipping towards the ring flipping my hair in the process while doing the same thing around ring before getting on top of the ring. Sitting on the ropes before flipping over them walking around the ring.

"Yasmine is one of favorite female athletes on the NXT roster, mannn she's so talented."

"I agree with you here Booker she'll be the next NXT women's champion for sure."

I took off my jacket throwing it outside of the ring stretching my arms as the referee held up the championship before ringing the bell.

Roxanne ran up towards me as I ducked before doing a drop kick on her causing her fall on her back holding it. Grabbing a full load of her hair throwing her across the ring like a ragdoll as I climb on the ropes giving her doing a moonsault off the ropes landing on her body as she groaned in pain.

✧˚° 1! 2! 3!

"Roxanne Perez retains her NXT women's championship!!"

"Here's your winner and still the NXT women's champion Roxanne Perez!!"

This was a terrific match for us; we had synergy that no one else had in the locker room. Roxanne helped me up while holding her hand out in courtesy. I shook it, of course, as she hugged me and whispered in my ear that she was proud of me before releasing go.

I raised her hand as everyone shouted before rolling out of the ring, gripping onto my body because I was in pain. I headed towards the Gorilla after seeing Lash and Trick approach me.

"Oh my gosh girl you almost had her!" Lash said.

"Yeah, you did don't worry Minks you'll have that opportunity again." Trick said reassuringly.

I smiled at them weakly due to me feeling tired, "thanks guys I appreciate it but imma hit the showers good luck Lash!" I left them two as I went towards my locker room before I could I see Carmelo coming up towards me.

I walked past him not trying deal with his shit tonight after what happened earlier but he grabbed me by the arm as I looked up at him.

"You did a good job about there baby." Carmelo said as I scoffed.

"Don't call me that we aren't together Melo." I said sternly as I saw a grin on his face.

"Last time I checked we are remember what I told you earlier Yasmine." I just rolled my eyes at him before yanking my arm away from him heading in my locker room locking it.

I grabbed my phone seeing that Bianca had texted me.

IMESSAGE 💬 Breezy🫶🏽 sent 3+ messages

Breezy🫶🏽: Hey Girl! I watched your match with Roxanne and I must say you're one hell of an athlete girl doing all of em flips. 😭😭 Minnie🧃: thank you girl I appreciate it Breezy🫶🏽: you'll be a perfect match for the smackdown roster girl imma need a match with you and Iyo fr Minnie🧃: PLEASE THAT IS LITERALLY MY DREAM MATCH WITH HER😭🥲 Breezy🫶🏽: lol but are you doing okay? Minnie🧃: yeah...

I didn't know if I should tell B about what happened between me and Melo she'll probably be pissed if I told her.

Breezy🫶🏽: what happened Yasmine? 🤨 Minnie🧃: something happened between me and Melo... Breezy🫶🏽: what the fuck did he do? Because I will show my ass Yasmine Minnie🧃: it was just a simple talk and how he was sorry for what he did then when I decided to leave his locker room he decided to put his hands on me threatening me in the process... Breezy🫶🏽: OH HELL NAH IM FINNA TELL MONTEZ! THAT NIGGA DONT GOT NO RIGHT TO PUT HIS HANDS ON YOU! 😡 Minnie🧃: please don't tell Montez ion' want him involved B Breezy🫶🏽: no yasmine this is unacceptable Montez has to know ight? Minnie🧃: fineeee you're technically my sister in law so I have to listen to you. Breezy🫶🏽: good does anyone else know about this? Does Trick know? Minnie🧃: no don't nobody else know but you. Breezy🫶🏽: I'm glad you told me this cuz man but imma let you get some rest I'll text you in the morning. Minnie🧃: okay byee

Sigh now I gotta hear Montez fat ass mouth about this shit I'll probably be switched over to the smackdown brand with them that way I can be around from Melo ass and be with my girls.

After I took a shower I put on the some comfortable clothes while putting the rest of my gear in the bag double checking that I had everything inside of my bag before grabbing my keys heading out towards the garage.

I walked towards the garage unlocking my car as I threw my bag behind the backseat before starting up the car. While I was doing that I saw Carmelo coming up towards my car I just deeply sighed while rolling my eyes in the process.

"Baby where are you heading to?" He questioned me.

'If this nigga keep calling me baby imma crash the fuck out.'

"Nigga stop calling me your fucking baby because I'm not your damn baby now what the fuck do yo' ass want?" I said sternly while feeling irritated.

I made sure I locked my door just in case he wanted to do some sneaky shit.

"Stop catching a fucking attitude with me little girl before I handle yo' ass now answer my question."

"Ion' have to answer to you so I would advise you to me yo' ass before you get run over by me." I put the car in drive as I drove off from the garage leaving him dumbfounded while was driving I was listening to summer walker.

She just dropped a new single and I am in love with it as I was listening to the lyrics throughly.

'Only thing that's saving you (Oh-oh) Is the heart of a woman Yeah Only thing that's saving you, oh Is the heart of a woman Hey, yeah'

I came to a halt at the red light as I took out a pre-roll blunt from my glove section, lighting it up and taking a few puffs while simply vibing out.

As I began to drive towards my house, the light went green. I continued to smoke the pre-roll blunt, feeling my body relax knowing that this would help me calm down.

'Question is, why I do the things I do? Answer I may never find, but I'll always choose you Wanna give up on you but, damn, I know I can't I put the blame on me for giving you chance after chance'

I knew Montez would be unhappy when he found out what Carmelo had done to me; he had always loathed Carmelo since we met, but I didn't listen to him being crazy as usual.

And now I'm in a toxic situation with this man simply because he threatened me if I find someone else, but with my trust issues, I'm not sure if I can find someone faithful since people will do you dirty in the blink of an eye.

'In love with you, but can't stand this And I try to be strong But how much can I take? Put your words on your life this time And I hope your ass ain't lyin' 'cause'

I was overthinking whether someone would deal with my attitudes, or even handle me at all.

I despised being a critical over-thinker because it placed me in a deep state of despair knowing that all I needed was comfort, which he couldn't supply.

'Only thing that's saving you (Oh-oh) Is the heart of a woman Yeah, oh-yeah Only thing that's saving you Is the heart of a woman Yeah-yeah'

I eventually made it home, pulling into the driveway and shutting off my car before getting my belongings from the backseat. My body was still throbbing from the fight I had with Roxanne.

Unlocking my door and feeling the fresh aroma inside my house, I sighed in relief as I gripped against the wall and removed my shoes, placing them on the shoe rack.

I deposited my luggage on the couch and walked into the kitchen, opening the cupboard to fetch a snack because I had already eaten after my match.

Going upstairs to my bedroom, I dropped down on the bed and grabbed the remote next to me, putting on Netflix.

'It's my mind and my soul versus your pride Nigga, check your ego 'cause I left mine at the door Just because I let it slide Drowning in all my emotions I let you slide in this ocean I'm in'

I watched my phone light up as I noticed Trinity had contacted me, hoping Bianca hadn't told her what had occurred.

IMESSAGE 💬 Trin🤭🫶🏽: HE PUT HIS HANDS ON YOU? Minnie🧃: shit...did Bianca tell you? Trin🤭🫶🏽: yeah, ofc Yasmine she did tell me about it do I gotta tell Jon? Minnie🧃: might as well since she's telling my brother 🙄 Trin🤭🫶🏽: un-unt don't do that this is only for your protection Yasmine I can't believe he would do that to you hasn't he put you through enough? Minnie🧃: yeah you're right Trin Minnie🧃: will I ever find love or trust again? 😟 Trin🤭🫶🏽: heyyy don't be like that because I know how you get ion' want you to be in your head you will find it or it'll come to you I promise but this draft needs to hurry up so that you can be away from him Minnie🧃: what if he gets drafted on the smackdown brand too then what? Trin🤭🫶🏽: we will protect you yasmine don't worry as long as Jon and Montez is around you'll be okay Minnie🧃: kk Trin🤭🫶🏽: well imma go tell Jonathan since he don't play about you just like how Montez is with you being is little sister. Minnie🧃: ight then byeee

This is such a mess I hope and pray that he doesn't get drafted on smackdown with me because it'll just start some shit.

'In love with you but can't stand your ways And I try to be strong But how much can I take? Put your words on your life this time And I hope your ass ain't lyin' 'cause'

Why do I have to do this again? When I mean again I've been through an abusive relationship before in the past and lemme' tell you it was horrible but the person I was with before Carmelo is in jail for life.

So now I have significant commitment difficulties, as well as trust issues, since I'm frightened that if I date someone again, I'll get wounded again, so I've created a shield over my heart as a result of what I've experienced.

'Only thing that's saving you (No, I can't take it no more) (l'm bound to walk out the door) Is the heart of a woman Oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh Only thing that's saving you Is the heart of a woman Ah, ah'

Something Bout' Us

A/n: welcome to a new book 💁🏽‍♀️ I hope Montez and Jonathan beat Carmelo ass honestly 😅 because why is he already starting shit with Yasmine?

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

Stay Ucey.

[marimbles]

thank u for your takes on the s5 finale. sometimes it genuinely feels like im going crazy when i watch people talk about it being a good wiriting choice… the whole “be nice about everything that happens on screen or shut up” culture that the fandom has cultivated is genuinely becoming a problem imo

I totally feel that. which is part of why I choose to post about it on main sometimes, even though I really don’t want to ruin other people’s enjoyment in the fandom. I might joke about being a hater, but I have been on the other side of this many, many times where I’m just having a good time my favorite cartoon and salters come in and sour my mood with their relentless negativity. So I don’t want to be like that for someone else! But the thing is, as much as I don’t want to rain on people’s parades, MY parade has been rained on, and I have a sneaking suspicion that that is also the case for a lot of people in the fandom who are staying quiet out of a similar hesitation.

if you’re a long-time fan, of course you don’t wanna be a vibe killer, and you definitely don’t want to be seen as a Salter™️ by the rest of the fandom, especially if you historically have been a person who focuses on the positive. But I hope that this fandom is reasonable and open enough to make room for good-faith criticism. Fandom is a community, and I feel like an essential part of a thriving, healthy community is the joint ability to share and engage with opposing perspectives in a respectful way—while recognizing and holding onto the thing that brought you together in the first place.

I think it’s also important not to make unfair assumptions. Lots of the people who currently have mixed or negative feelings about s5 love ML just as much as the people who have positive feelings—in fact, their feelings might be negative because they love ML so much, and the current story direction feels like a disconnect for them. There are also lots of smart, passionate, media-literate people with varying responses to the finale. We have different logical approaches to similar issues. We have different emotional responses. We have different interests and expectations and perspectives and ideas. That’s okay!

I’ll probably share more about my problems with the currently writing direction, but I’ll be sure to tag appropriately so people can filter if they want to. (Staying in your lane is generally a helpful and valid approach if you don’t want to interact with an opposing viewpoint lol.) I’ll also be blocking/filtering where needed, withdrawing when needed, and trying to stay as respectful as I can. For now, I also plan to keep watching, creating, and enjoying what I find to enjoy in the ml fandom. For me, there is space for both enjoyment and criticism in the way I engage with my interests. So this is not going to become a miraculous salt blog lol (although I might come off as salty sometimes because i’m just a dumb little guy with a lot of strong feelings about children’s cartoons and the emotions overtake me sometimes!!). I still want to contribute to the fandom in a positive way, but I also want to be able to speak critically where I see fit on my own blog. Hopefully I can express my criticism in a balanced way and still have fun:)

[finniestoncrane]

2.5k Event Request - Nick x GN!Reader word count: 970 a/n: what i wouldn't give for this idiot to teach me everything he knows, because i just know he's picked up a few tricks (and infections) along his way... cw: reader is afab, inexperience, loss of virginity, first kiss, dirty talk kinda 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie2.5k (to follow or to block)

Nick was speechless, for once, in the face of your confession. Shocked at how you had said it so passively, how you were willing to be so vulnerable with a man who took everything anyone said to him to use as ammunition when it suited him, whether as a serious threat or as playful teasing.

“Are you… are you kidding me?”

“Does that sound like something I’d joke about? Is my situation funny in any way to you?”

He raised his hands quickly, averting his eyes from your intense gaze as he let you repeat yourself, listening intently to make sure he hadn’t misunderstood.

“I can’t really find the joke when I’m so pissed off, y’know? What kind of bad luck do you need to have to be a virgin at the end of the world?”

“Yeah, no, that’s… That sucks. But you can always remedy that situation.”

In your peripheral you caught a glimpse of that signature Nick smirk, one that seemed playful and cruel all at the same time.

“Oh yeah, because there’s tonnes of eligible partners walking around these days, huh?”

“Listen, being picky got you in this mess, you wanna keep that up?”

You were read to scold him as you turned his way, about to correct him and tell him off for making assumptions, but the words stuttered to a halt in your mouth as you caught his expression. Eyebrows raised expectantly, smirk turning into a sneer as he waited for you to catch on. And when you did, you let out an exclaimed, short laugh.

“I’m up for it if you are. There’s nothing better to do out here.”

“Oh wow. I’m very flattered.”

Your tone was flat, unamused, and as you turned away from him, you felt his hand reach for your arm, grabbing you and keeping you close to him on the roof of the abandoned motel where you intended to spend the night.

“No, no, no, hey! Wait! Come on, that’s not what I meant… I’m just trying to… make it less of an event. It’s casual. No big deal. One friend helping another.”

Eyeing him up, you turned your body back around to him.

“No big deal? Just casual? Promise?”

“Of course, completely! I’ve done this so many times. Just a one-night stand… My experience speaks for itself. Besides, rooftop at sunset? The world all ours? Can’t think of a better time to knock that one off the bucket list.”

“Well… tell me what you’re going to do, first.”

The request flustered him, something you’d never seen before in the man who had always remained cool, calm and collected in the face of even your more monstrous enemies.

“I think we should kiss first. Helps ease the tension, makes the next steps easier.”

“I’ve never kissed anyone either…”

“Fuck me…”

Nick could feel his cock twitching, and he shifted to hide the obvious tenting at the front of his white pants. The thought of you, so sweet and innocent, being corrupted by him, completely at his will, eager to learn, eager to have him show you everything he knew… it was enough to make him lose control of himself. He had to stay focused. So he took a deep breath and continued.

“Ok then. Kiss first. Nothing fancy. No tongues to start. Soft and gentle. Then, I guess we should keep our clothes on as much as we can… Which I have to admit is a little disappointing, because I have been admiring your ample physique when I’ve had a spare moment… But we don’t want to be caught off guard. But I could pull your pants down a little, see what we’re working with.”

“Oh my god.”

He blushed, immediately trying to smooth over his clumsy wording.

“Sorry, I just mean a little foreplay never hurt anybody. Even people who are desperate to get to the main event. Plus, it’ll be a little taste of what’s to come if I use my fingers first.”

“Oh? Are they comparable size-wise then?”

He snorted, scoffing at the ridiculous insinuation.

“No, it absolutely is not. But I wouldn’t want to hurt a pretty thing like you by barrelling into it, even if you have plenty of cushioning where it’s best to have it…”

He was distracted again, focusing on your body, the curves and rolls that he’d thought about running his hands over each night as he tried to fall asleep.

“Nick…?”

Distracted once again, he scolded himself quietly and tried to get back on track.

“Right… once you’re ready, I’ll just…”

“Just what?”

“I don’t know how to word it.”

His cheeks were reddening, brighter than before.

“Are you embarrassed, Nick?”

“No! It’s just hard to figure out how to word it in a way that isn’t just me telling you that once that tight hole of yours is wet enough, I’ll spread you open, push my cock inside of you and start fucking me until you cum quick like the desperate virgin you are. Doesn’t sound that romantic, does it?”

“That… actually sounds good.”

“Really? Well, what are we waiting for then?”

As Nick leaned in, his lips close enough to yours that you could almost feel them on you, a screech echoed across the car park behind you, the warning sign of impending doom in the form of whatever creature might have inadvertently stumbled upon you both. As you looked to Nick, he cocked his gun and stood up, offering you a helping hand as he spoke.

“Looks like you might need to wait a little longer.”

In response to his mean-spirited wink, you offered a sarcastic smile, more a grimace.

“Hopefully I find someone better before we’re alone again, then.”

His smile widened, the flirtatious teasing only securing his desire to make sure he was the one who cured what ailed you.

[riggedtraps]

IT'S ALL BULLSHIT, IT'S ALL A LIE...

...AND I'M JUST A PAWN IN YOUR STUPID GAMES.

Hi, I'm Amanda. Or you can call me Mandy, I don't care. I'm 29. I guess I'm a woman, but I don't care about that either. She/her or they/them is fine, maybe even he/him if you want. Definition of the 'mean lesbian' stereotype.

I work for Jigsaw, so watch what you say around me. He helped me and maybe He can help you, too. DMs and asks from anyone is fine.

I should probably mention I have BPD. Petulant, impulsive and self destructive. So if I'm rude, it's probably me being a cunt, not you.

that intro better be in character or ill cry </3

anyway ooc introduction!!

i'm gia, i use they/them pronouns. im agender (and so is amanda, she just doesnt know it yet!). i also have bpd too, so yes, will be accurate to my experiences. im a minor so nothing too nsfw or gross.

literally anyone can interact! whether ur a rp blog or not, i will literally roleplay with anyone, even oc blogs (y'all are so cool). send me asks or dm me, whatever works. any ships too, i dont mind, though ofc mandys only romantically interested in women and nonbinary folks, but platonic ships with anyone works! :3C

i'm making this because im obsessed with saw rn its my special interest and i kin amanda so hard <3 first ever roleplay blog ive ran, so excuse any mistakes. gonna try keep amanda in character as much as possible, but may add a few headcanons in here and there. if she's ooc, please excuse that too. 🙏

of course, it's amanda so there's gonna be triggers for self harm, suicidal tendencies, mental health, and then general triggers for the saw franchise. will tag things such as self harm with 'tw self harm' or 'tw cutting' so block those if you don’t wanna see it.

also gonna reblog stuff i think amanda would like, so stuff like punk, goth, music stuff—but also blood, weapons, horror. not full gore but implications of it. will trigger tag them, so block those if you don't wanna see it.

gonna use ❪ ❫ for when out of character. e.g ❪hii!! :3❫

'꩜—mandy rants' : making in character posts

'꩜—gia rants' : ooc posts

'꩜—mandy answers' : tag to keep track of answering asks

'꩜—mandy rps' : for roleplay threads

'꩜—mandy writes' : short stories i imagine amanda wrote as a hobby/vent

my main blog: @messyscarletdreams

'♫—mandy's playlist' : songs i associate with amanda/think she'd like

each blog i interact with will have their own tag of their user for easier tracking

each character i interact with has a tag with amanda e.g '❪ john & amanda. ❫'

my saw oc blog: @poor-impulsecontrol

[mmunson86]

I just wanted to come on here and make a little announcement ,I have made a side blog mmunsonsstuff

What I’m trying to do is re-blog everything that I have liked here because I use likes as small bookmarks to remind me of what I want to read next without forgetting and I no longer want to do that

I want to find a better way to organize what I want to read without having to spam like any of you so please don’t be alarmed and please please I beg you don’t block me the last thing I want to do is get blocked.

I just wanna organize my side-blog so that i don’t loose fics & have easy access for me to later on go to my main account (this one) and re-blog with commentary, but still keeping everything organized on my side blog so that I don’t forget

I may be rambling, but I really hope that I make sense the last thing I want is any of the writers i follow or my moots to feel like I don’t appreciate their work I wanna give you all your flowers,I truly appreciate every single of you. I just wanna keep everything organized and I don’t want to loose any fics that I already have saved



Tagging some of y’all pls like i said don’t block me or my side blog we come in peace

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[kellyvela]

I was looking at some Jonnel x Sansa posts on here , and I came across one individual (probably an anti) who posted a screenshot of a grrm interview. He was asked about possible historical parallels from fire and blood to asoiaf and whether that is intentional and he said he doesn’t consciously do it. The tags of their post was something like “grrm: Jonnel who??” While I’m a little worried that grrm said that, the interviewer was specifically asking about fire and blood, not a family tree. And no matter what, I’m still very convinced the Jonnel x sansa addition was intentional, it must have been - Jonnel having a stark mother called Lynara , known as ‘one eye,’ a half brother called Rickon, married to the only other sansa stark ever who just so happened to be the heir to Winterfell with a younger sister . Their marriage solving the northern succession crisis. Not having children from this union, meaning grrm added it in merely to convey a jon married a sansa in canon. The last minute addition; revising the draft JUST to add it in…. It can’t be a coincidence !!! I mean, there’s even a rhaegar frey with a son called jonos… that’s all intentional in my opinion - but now that I saw that anti opinion, this one interview is what they seem to cling to lol. I went on a massive blocking spree so I’m not sure if this is wholly the case but seriously, the similarities are tooooo intense it’s impossible to ignore

Oh I know that post, and I also know that GRRM interview.

That OP doesn't like jonsa, and call shippers "freaks."

That tag was: "[grrm voice] Who the fuck is jonnel stark" (🤡)

The interview in question is this one:

The GRRM answers in question are these ones:

Ashaya: So we were talking about how working on Fire and Blood is history and it’s very different to write. One thing that we like to highlight in our show is something called Parallel Lives, which is the idea that there are parallels in your histories to current characters. George: You stole that from Plutarch, didn’t you?  Ashaya: Yes. Yes, exactly.  Aziz: Absolutely. I read those all when I was a lot younger, fell in love with them, so good catch. I love to apply it to A Song of Ice and Fire.  Ashaya: So we’ve observed it in A Song of Ice and Fire. Have you found that in like writing Fire and Blood, that it allows you to maybe play with plotlines or arcs for the characters in the main series? Do you do that consciously?  George: No, I don’t.  Ashaya: You don’t!  George: It’s not consciously.

But the thing is that GRRM didn't end the matter here, he went on to say the following:

Ashaya: Interesting.  George: Certain similarities are inevitable.  Aziz: That’s for sure. George: If anything, I try to veer away from that, cuz I don’t wanna feel like I’m repeating myself.  Ashaya: But history just naturally repeats itself, so…  George: Yes, there are certain resonances in history, there are certain universals about humanity, people competing for power, people competing for love, lust. All of these things…  Aziz: Some of these things are a constant.  Ashaya: Sometimes people are like, that’s a stereotype or that’s cliche, and I’m like that’s because it’s true to the human experience, it’s just true.  Aziz: A person with a lot of power being paranoid? That happens a lot. That also applies a lot to real world history, or to homages. What about when you’re writing in an homage? For example, one of my favorites you’ve included in the Nightfort scene with Bran, there seems to be a lot of homages to Tolkien and the Mines of Moria in that scene, which I love a lot. Do you aim to do that or is that also accidental or maybe you have some thoughts on your process there?  George: I love Tolkien, and actually the Mines of Moria is one of my favorite sections of Fellowship of the Ring. And that’s my favorite of the trilogy, Fellowship. Not that I don’t love them all. I don’t think I was consciously trying to do that, but again, you don’t know. You read these things and they lodge sometimes in the front of your brain, but sometimes in weird corners of your brain where they pop up at some point. I did wanna make the Nightfort a sinister place, with its own legends. It was very old, it’s a very big castle crumbling. And I wanted to give it that sense that so many things have gone here. Now, which are true and which are not true? I always tend to look at not only other fantasy books and history, but like the real world here. Get me in trouble here for what I’m about to say, but we have these legends that some people believe are literally true in our religion. We talk about the Garden of Eden. Was there ever actually a Garden of Eden? Was there Adam and Eve or the flood? Noah and the flood. That’s a good one. That’s a great story. God was pissed off, he made it rain for 40 days and 40 nights. The entire world was flooded and everybody died, except for this guy Noah, who built a big boat and he got two of every animal on earth. I don’t know how the kangaroos got from down in Australia to the Middle East, but they did. 

See, anon? GRRM didn't say he doesn't do parallels, he said he does them unconsciously, that some things remain in his brain and some day just appear again and he unconsciously writes parallels, similarities, patterns, etc.

He also recognizes that certain similarities are inevitable.

Besides, from his answers, it is obvious that he has realized that he does parallels unconsciously, it is evident that he has reflected on it; but one thing he does consciously is to keep them 😉

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All that said, I think the jonnel/sansa addition to the Stark Family Tree was consciously on purpose.

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BONUS

Q: It is my impression that there are parallels between Westeros history and current events in ASOIAF. so in your opinion to what degree is George martin's history cyclical? Because we have a lot of parallels. For example with the current history and the dance of the dragons.

Elio: You know George even uses that line from talking about the the arms of house Toland, the dragon eating its tail, but it was from the Archmaester Rigney which is a reference to Robert Jordan the writer of the wheel of time, that history is a wheel or time as a circle. I think George certainly deliberately sees, creates parallels. I mean this is a very obvious example, you know if you read The World of Ice and Fire, you saw the family tree of the Targaryens, and the family tree for Jaehaerys and his offspring changes quite a lot when fire and blood comes out. Because George realized that he wanted to create a kind of parallel by introducing another Daenerys. and he said like, i like the symmetry of it, I like the the sort of the way. You could perhaps read it as reflecting on Daenerys's story, maybe. I wish it was true. I mean I think fans of Daenerys need to be really worried about what's going to happen to her. Although I guess Game of Thrones maybe has revealed kind of where things may possibly end. Again the journey is going to be very different. I think you know circumstances, things are going to be very different. So there's a journey that matters. But in any case, so yes I think George uses cycles and things a bit. He likes setting up parallels of events, he likes paralleling characters, he likes paralleling events, and he likes paralleling the past and the present as well.

Linda: I think certainly that when he fleshed out the details of Fire and Blood, even when he first did the sidebars for The World of Ice and Fire, and they just grew. We could see that, okay here he's looking at foreshadowing or commenting on current events by doing a similar scenario in the past and he definitely likes to play around with those aspects.

[Source]

Read more about it here:

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Maybe it's not that unconsciously sometimes . . . .

🤭

[notcalvinklein]

Yeah, so I’ve been seeing this for a while and I’ve finally come out to speak about it. This is not to cause drama, so if you see this and reply in a passive-aggressive manner, you’ll most-likely either be blocked out your comment will be deleted.

Okay so, y’all know how I’m in the Osmosis Jones fandom, right? You guys also know that I am a minor, so this is coming from a younger person’s perspective as well.

To get straight to the point: I’ve been looking through the main Osmosis Jones tag, and most of the stuff I’m met with is porn from accounts like Kharsagi, and supporters like JellyFishSun, stuff like that. And to be completely honest, it’s beginning to make me uncomfortable. And I’m sure that it makes a lot of people, minors or not, uncomfortable as well.

Am I saying that I hate not-safe content and such in general? No, but I AM saying that simply telling people that it’s a ‘minor DNI’ page isn’t going to stop minors from interacting, and as a grown adult you know damn well that kids will come across it as some point.

“You can just block them!” That doesn’t change what I have seen already, and that doesn’t change anything when it comes down to other minors seeing it as well. Not only that, but there’s adults on this app/Twitter that I’m sure who’ll agree.

“They are just being themselves!” I’m not saying that they can’t, but I am saying that this needs to stop. People should have the basic human decency to spoiler not-safe works, especially full-grown adults that one: know exactly how the internet is, and two: have had the choice in front of them from the very start, yet don’t do so anyway.

Not only this is a problem, but there’s also other things that I notice as a biracial trans-masculine man that just rub me off the wrong way. Before I continue, I’m going to remind you that again, this is from my viewing standpoint, if you disagree then that’s fine, just know that starting an argument over this isn’t going to change my mindset.

Other things that I have seen/unnerve me:

- The specific targeting these people have with Osmosis and Thrax. If you want to ship them then go ahead, just don’t make it look like a fetishization.

- How most of the fanfics (which are SMUT) have either Osmosis or Thrax as a trans-masculine man. It’s just weird man.

- These people interacting with minors despite not wanting them on their accounts (both Twitter and Tumblr).

- The way that they project their kinks onto Thrax…specifically the whole ‘muzzle and chains’ thing. Like, if you wanna do that, then that’s fine, but as background information: Thrax is a black-coded character, putting him up in chains and such is just…odd to me, in a way.

In all honesty, stuff like this rubs me off the wrong way, several ways, and I thought that it would be best to call this out while I had a clear head.

[book-nerd-emi]

“I find pieces of you in every song I listen to”

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[mazzystar24]

Hi, a 'BT' here! (Although I also happily ship buddie too because multishipping is so valid!) I come in peace and just looking for some discourse if that's okay? I saw the ask in regard to apparently BTs are saying that all the focus on rg means he's leaving? I haven't seen anyone say that on either side so a strange one huh!

But it was more your comments in terms of pushing for Tommy to replace Eddie as lead when Ravi is right there and I just wanna say I agree! And I have seen many bucktommy shippers including myself pushing for Ravi to be main cast. He absolutely should be and deserves it and is an absolute darling angel and I love what he brings to the whole dynamic!

My biggest hope for Tommy is for his to be recurring much like Karen! Speaking of, there's another character I'd love to be main cast and who I think is ahead of the queue in front of Tommy to be main cast. Heck I'd love if all of them got to be main cast but, as much as I love bucktommy, I definitely can see there's an order to who should be main cast and don't want any 'queue jumping'

One other thing I want to out out there as food for thought, is that on both sides I see a lot of discourse thrown out through anonymous asks of 'oh the bts are saying this' or 'the buddies said this ridiculous thing!' And something I would love both sides to seriously consider is... did they really? Or are there just a few people out there who feed on the chaos that it all brings and will send out anon asks that they know will increase this 'fandom war'and pretend they are kn the other side when doing so just to get a reaction and give ammunition to 'their' side to make it seem like one side is delusional and the other side isn't?

Tldr I just wish we all got along and stopped taking messages intended to stir up hate as gospel.

Peace and love

Glad you agree on the Ravi/ main thing front!

As you know I want tommy out already so no recurring hopes from me sorry 😔💔 ngl at first I was like hmm it can be interesting and I’m not opposed to exploring bt and their potential dynamic and maybe they can redeem him and make him likeable it’d be perfect (like my comparison was if they wrote him like Hannah from bones) but like buddie endgame but as eps went on both he and a section of the fandom became so insufferable to me that I’m like I don’t care about the potential juicy storylines I just want this man off my screen - but it’s totally cool if you like him and ship them it’s just not my cup of tea

For the other part I totally get what you mean and that may be the case like I totally agree that that is possible but I hear like so many things that happen in the bt fandom secondhand cos I’ve got so many of the toxic/annoying ones blocked (my block list is a mile long genuinely) and so many have me blocked too but usually stuff that my anons mention will be talked abt by more people in the fandom (like this is) or like there have been times where if I ask my anons for elaboration links ss etc and they are able to do so

That’s why half the time when I reply it’s more so like “damn didn’t know that if that is the case then xyz” you know? Or if I saw something I’ll mention it and be like oh yeah I saw xyz and this is my opinion on it or answer

Also like I’ve first hand seen things that are like 10x worse or more delusional than the “rg must be leaving and s8 lfj main” thing like no lie some of this stuff makes that seem tame in comparison so it’s like the chances they’ve said this are like HIGH

Genuinely I agree with you on that last point I do wish that this fandom was how it used to be and more peaceful but certain things I follow this kinda mental rule I’ve always had which is that I won’t respect a disrespectful opinion

Like from the very start of the discourse I’ve been very oh let ppl ship what they want and enjoy their fandom space and from the start I’ve encouraged proper tagging to help people do that and like even if you’re fully delusional abt your ship I fully respect that (not saying YOU are but I’m saying like let’s say one side is like yesss they are getting married in s8 and having a baby on the first episode I would genuinely just mentally be like woah that’s a bit delulu but love that for you and move on)

My only issue really has been where people from the bt fandom (not saying they are the only ones who do this but I’m saying personally speaking it’s what I see and what I experience also not saying it’s all the bt fans and I do try to say that as much as possible) being disrespectful whether this be through being racist, being ableist or rude to the buddie fans just to boost their ship

Like I’m so not against hating stuff like seriously idc hate whatever you want rant about it and make twenty posts and make so many jokes but when you’re being disrespectful or when it crosses certain bounds it’s like you’re a piece of shit

Anyways I got carried away but thanks for being so nice and respectful in your ask 🫶

[mariusroyale]

tips on how to draw raph? :3

I’m a raph lover but he is so hard to draw 😔

hey an!! listen i get u completely, this big spikey boy can be a real challenge

my main advice would probably be to recognise raph’s structure? his shapes and how he’s formed, etc. and the best way for that imo are references! i have a tag for this actually

and here’s some raph refs!

if u wanna know how to draw the entirety of the best boy this post wouldn’t do it justice so here’s some main things:

if you’re trying to replicate the show’s style keep in mind how angular everything is. raph's main shape is a square because of how bulky and rigid he is (helps to encourage his character's role too! love that they made him such a fucken tank)

raph’s head shape is basically if you widened leo’s head- they’re both pointed too

one main thing i do for any head really is keep in mind the eye placement and the cheeks

if u happen to draw faces with the fabled circle and two lines- i use the horizontal line to mark where the bottom of the eyes are- and where the start of the cheek begins (i’m doing my best not to make this into a ‘now draw the rest of the owl’ moment)

if that makes any sense. heres a really shoddy 'tutorial'

i kinda just blank out on my canvas and raph appears out of sheer will

but also just like.

figure out how you like raph's head to look (maybe u want his snout longer, or his jaw shorter, etc etc)

figure out where his brow ridges are located and how they're moving (is he grumpy? is he angry??)

make a mask for his eyes to go in (jebus take the wheel)

pronounce snout (it protrudes, which makes it easy to figure out his facial planes)

do whatever feels right for his mouth- im not exactly rigid with how i draw as of rn, i just do what feels right

ive drawn raph with a more pronounced snout too, and oscillate between designs if i feel like it (truthfully i also sometimes begin his head shape with a square (i mean if im doing a different style), feel free to do that if it helps i dunno-)

if you want to draw his shell and plastron here’s what i do:

being able to carve out 3D shapes will help a lot with the border of his shell

by blocking out the main shape and then carving away at it you can then see how raph’s shell is structured (just. try decipher my sketch if u can pfghjhj)

for the actual shell itself it’s a lot like mikey and leo’s where it has a big curve and then dips at his midsection (where his belt goes!) also keep in mind the spikes of his shell follow those same curves (ft. dr belle)

with his plastron (chest plate) i basically make sure it’s the same length of his clavicle? the jagged edges of it i mean. it helps a lot to map out where his shoulders meet his arms

(pls keep in mind my art’s inconsistent and i don’t even follow my advice- the hole in his shell changes every time i draw it 💀)

his body shape is also just in general wider and stockier- if i ever see people draw him skinnier than he is you'd be able to hear my soul exiting my body

all of him is wider in general! hes bigger than the rest of his brothers so dont forget to show it instead of just giving him a height difference. he BEEG.

i’m not sure how else to describe the process of drawing him other than just. draw him?? 😅 my best advice would be to draw him repeatedly based on references- and study your favourite raph artists’ way of drawing him (mine would be jacocoon and itz_jazzy_jazzin)

and it helps to study bc it can answer these questions

how do you want to draw him? do you like the way a specific artist stylises his features? do you want him more spikey? more sharp? maybe you want to draw him bigger! (i myself like to give him a tail, extra markings on his spikes + a few scars post movie and his mismatched eyes)

repetition is super important to get it all engrained in your brain- and it’s why i don’t really even use refs for him anymore fldjs

dont forget a very important rule: appreciate the big boy in all his glory

[poor-impulsecontrol]

ONE BULLET IN THIS GUN . . .

. . . NOT SURE IF IT'S FOR YOU OR ME.

um, hi. i'm ali adams. or you can call me al. my therapist told me to get this app because apparently there's people on here who have gone through the same shit i have. like, jigsaw survivors. what the FUCK?

anyway—uh, so a bit about me. i'm 25. my pronouns are she/they. i'm a demigirl, i'm bisexual, im demiromantic...what else? oh, right, i have autism, self-destructive/petulant borderline personality disorder. my therapist says i have anger issues but i'm pretty fucking sure i can control my anger well.

if you've watched the news in the past year or so, you probably know about the trap i was in. i don't really wanna talk about it.

AMAZING ART OF ALI!!!!

❪ OOC & MORE UNDER THE CUT ❫

HELLO!!! tis me, gia, i decided to join the saw oc rp blogs bc why not.

my amanda young rp blog: @riggedtraps

my main blog: @messyscarletdreams

if you don’t know me, hi, i'm gia. im agender, my pronouns are they/them. im very autistic about saw. i also have bpd as well so i'll base all of ali's experiences with asd/bpd on my own. i'm a minor so don’t be gross with me.

TRAP INFO / ALI'S PINTEREST BOARD / ALI'S SPOTIFY PLAYLIST / ALI FACTS

ali's faceclaim is alice glass (because i can't draw to save my life, and that is how i imagine ali.)

ali struggles with alcohol addiction, nicotine addiction and self-harm addiction. will trigger tag them so block that if you don’t wanna see it.

anyone can interact with ali, canon or oc characters, i don't care! :3

ali says she doesn’t have anger issues but she definitely does, which links into her addictions, so if she's mean, don't take it personally, they're just a bitch.

due to her trap, ali is deaf in one ear and they have their pinkie finger and ring finger missing on their non-dominant hand.

gonna use ❪–❫ for when speaking out of character e.g ❪ hi :33 ❫

'ALI ✶ MUMBLES' : in character posts

'GIA ✶ RANTS' : ooc posts

'ALI ✶ RPS' : roleplay threads

'ALI ✶ ANSWERS' : answering asks

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🌸💜: "....."

🩷🪻: "Oh I want to know how it went! Tell me tell me!"

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🌸💜~Kanao Tsuyuri

🩷🪻~Kanao Kanzaki(Kana)

🫐💙~Aoi Kanzaki

🦋🩷~Kanae Kocho

🦋💜~Shinobu Kocho

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Hi!! This used to be a Kanao only RP account but I decided to merge it with the majority of the butterfly sisters and my OC Kana, there’s a lot of AUs listed at the end so just read those first! My OOC account is @kanaokanzaki-op!! This just ended up being my main blog cuz I never planned to make one for OOC content. 😭

I’d love to rp, answer questions and have fun on this blog but before that-

A few rules, however:

-No NSFW and no hate attacks or spam! (Also if I find you rp/send those things I will block you, it pops up on my feed and I don’t want a heart attack in public please.)

-OCs are welcome!! I love shipping as long as you give me abit of extra info about how their relationship works! (Or link/tag me to something- ALSO NO SHIPPING WITH KANA- I'm very specific on her. She has only one ship and it's with Zenitsu-)

-RPS are yes, I like them , you can start one in the asks! I fully accept crack things and PLEASE ask questions, I love questions!

-Please be patient, I am a pretty busy person! However, you can DM me after 3 days of not answering your reply or question because I am very forgetful. I allow spams on the 5th day as long as there's no post explaining why I'm not responding.

-If I decide to rp with you, I’ll clarify what character I’m using with emojis. I ask you to do the same if you’re asking/rping something orelse I’ll ask you to resend or just ignore your ask. (Even crack, you can just say their names-)

Crack/Random- 🌸💜: "Insert text" Insert what they're doing

RP Starter- 🌸💜 Insert paragraph "Insert text"

OOC- [Insert text]

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I have a Discord account so you can invite me into those instead if dms/tumblr aren’t your type! (I love both equally!!)

Friendship groups are something I love like the Kamaboko Squad or anything else with OCs! I’m a multishipper so if you wanna ship Kanao or Aoi with anyone different then canon ships Idm! (I also like canon ships dw.) I also fully accept someone just randomly adopting these guys- Kana would love it(CC or OC). 

I'll be posting art, headcanons and maybe some oneshots (You can request anything as long as it follows the rules!)

That’s all I really have for now, please don’t be shy to ask me anything! I’m open to a lot :D! For more information, please look at Kana's info page, Butterfly sister AUS and My Carrd!

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[op-smash-or-pass]

Welcome to One Piece smash or pass

This is based off of @fe-smashorpass except with One Piece characters here are the guidelines:

-Each day we will have 2 characters be chosen for smash or pass. The polls will last for a week.

-Obviously I am skipping: Animals, Children, characters that look like children, and dwarfs(Any character that is over the age of 18 after the timeskip we will use those designs)

-You guys can send me asks! Honestly I don’t know how quick I’ll respond to them but go ahead! It can be about anything (yes including headcannons + ships)

We also have a popularity poll going on! Here

Some important tags: #OP smash or pass (where you can find all the current and previous polls)

#Inbox trick or treating- the trick or treat event that is going on

Below are some FAQ’s that might pop up:

Q: how are you keeping track of the characters? How will you prevent from repeats?

A: I spent four hours making a spreadsheet and tried to weed out all the characters we can’t post here. If a character I missed pops up and I post it I’ll take it down and post a new one.

Q: What else are you a fan of?

A: I’m really into Coral island as of late. Fire emblem has always had a special place in my heart. I also have been playing a ton of Identity V as of late. (I’m a college student so I can really only watch anime)

Q: Are you gonna make a spreadsheet of the most smashable characters?

A: Yes! I have a friend who is willing to do it! Plus at the end I have something else planned :]

Q: Are we allowed to request characters?

No, I’m going in alphabetical order, but if I miss someone please let me know! Though if you want people to smash or pass your One Piece OC’s I can do that!

Q: What characters are we including?

A: As long as they fit in our categories and have a photo of them, they are welcome in this. So yes we have some movie characters but not a lot.

I have decided Momonosuke will not be in this poll because he has the mindset of a child

Q: Why are you doing this?

A: I’m jobless, bored, and hyper fixating hard. Also I thought it would be fun. Plus I wanna get a consensus on characters

Q: Do you have an age limit on this blog?

A: Not really, though if you are a minor and try to argue about this being NSFW then…unfollow idc it’s just a silly poll

Q: The series is still running what about future chapters with characters?

A: I’ll add them to the end of the list and we’ll circle back to them once my main list is done.

Q: How many characters are in this poll?

A: 1000+ most are male there’s only about 250 women in this poll. And yes I checked EVERY big mom child

Q: How are we incorporating Zoan devil fruits in this?

A: As long as they have a human form we will be using them. But the lab made zoan fruits were gonna go with how they look

Cheetah for legs: ❌ Ox for stomach: ✅

Q: Why are people smashing XYZ?

A: Idfk it’s Tumblr man, have you seen the bitches these people are into??

Q: I have a friend who you blocked why did you do that?

A: They probably shipped Coralaw, DoffyCora, or some other illegal ass ship, we’re a pornbot, or straight up being racist. Just don’t be fucking weird man and I won’t block you. I love shipping but if your shipping something illegal I’m gonna block you.

Q: Why is Corazon the profile photo?

A: I think he’s hot + idk heart theme kinda fits. And he has some good alts so I can do Halloween and spring themes

Info about OP:

Hello! You can call me Deer/Rafiel (Raffy) Michael/ or Rosinante!!

I am trans masc and use He/they/it/thing pronouns! Though just He/they is fine too!

I am in my first year of college majoring in creative writing leaning towards video game scrips with a minor in digital art.

I’m still catching up on One Piece so please be patient if I don’t tag things correctly! I’m very close though!

Dni:

-Homophobes/transphobes

-Proshippers (fancy way of saying illegal ships)

-Racists

-Trump supporters

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Unravel Yourself Before Me ⛓️ Chapter 13 - New Itinerary▸Shigaraki x femReader

Chapter Summary:

◤ And nothing would make you happier than to wipe his smug ass grin off his fucking face, but alas.

For no other reason than to be a brat, you pick a seat that leaves exactly one empty spot between the two of you and slam your bag against your desk. It works and his arrogant face momentarily drops into one of annoyance. But to your utter dismay, he recovers.

“Move your ass next to me or you’ll regret it.”

“Oh, yeah? Fucking try me,” you say with a ragged voice and drop on your seat, completely done with the world. ◢ Setting: University AU - No quirks (unless degenerate personalities count) Tags: Slow burn, Eventual Smut, Very Unhealthy/Toxic Relationships, Humiliation, Mentally Ill Reader, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to ??? Warning: Dead Dove – Do Not Eat | Mind the tags TW: Implied Su/Self H, Dubcon, Past Child Abuse, Bullying, Reader has a super shitty past like actually, Shigaraki Tomura is his own warning.

AO3 Crosspost | Chain Divider by firefly-graphics

Chapters: One • Two • Three • Four • Five • Six • Seven • Eight • Nine • Ten(ko) • Eleven • Twelve • Thirteen • Fourteen

Chapter 13 - New Itinerary

Everything seems to bother you nowadays.

No matter how hard you try to take some of the heavy load off of your shoulders, things only seem to stack up for you.

They stack and stack, continuously falling on top of each other, until there’s a whole tower of them, reaching well into the sky, beyond anyone’s reach, and thus rendering it impossible for you to manage.

Days are getting cold.

The air pollution is really hurting your nose.

The traffic on the main street is too loud and obnoxious.

Parents are screaming at their kids and blocking the sidewalk.

Your sneakers are squeaking against the wintry dry pavement.

Shigaraki is fucking holding you in a hostage relationship.

Assignments are piling up and you’re falling behind.

The hangover is causing waves of nausea.

Your body is feeling heavy.

But you’re used to it. You’re used to it, knowing full well this won’t be the last time shit goes wrong in your life.

The remainder of last night was spent by puking your guts into the toilet and crying until thin blood vessels formed on the surface of your sclera, creating webbings that are now burning your eyelids every single time they closed.

You’re used to it but fuck if you weren’t tired. Really tired.

Yet you somehow keep walking ahead, surviving ten seconds at a time and letting the late morning air wash over you.

So how long will you be able to keep this up?

You blow your warm breath over your cold fingers, thinking about ordering a new pair of cheap winter gloves soon. Ten seconds at a time. Ten seconds at a time.

There are only a few weeks left until the holiday season and—surprise, surprise—you really hate the holidays.

Taylor, whom you haven’t texted since you got home from the party, would eventually be gone to visit their family. You wish you had the courage to ask them to invite you too, but you don’t wanna be rejected—or labeled as that one clingy orphan friend.

You’re fucking pathetic and your life really fucking sucks right now. But hey, it could be worse for you, right? Right?

In your front pocket, your phone vibrates, making a weird noise.

Ah.

It’s the sound of Omen’s voiceline saying ‘Die’, the one you set up somewhere between you warming up to Shigaraki who was trying to redeem himself, and the time he thought his confession would magically make you fall in his arms with hearts in your eyes, or something.

You didn’t realize how fucking annoying it would sound when he’d actually text you, though. You didn’t realize it, because at this time you didn’t expect him to force you into another weird slave-owner relationship you’d rather die than be part of. 

What’s that saying? Life's a bitch and then you die?

The deep dark rings around your eyes tell the world that you’d love being literally anywhere else but on the way to class right now, especially after the party last night and the rough aftermath of feeling like your life is actively falling apart. Again.

But you’ll recover, you always do.

You’ll recover and save whatever’s left of yourself over and over until you’ll fully break, the perfect little victim that you are.

Get Run Over By A Fucking Car Please — ur late where r u [Sent 9:26 AM]

Yeah, you really are half an hour late. Getting out of bed is kind of a bitch when you’d love nothing more than to shop for a gun and blow your—

Get Run Over By A Fucking Car Please — hello?? [Sent Now]

Get Run Over By A Fucking Car Please — i know u can fucking read this and ur not that fucking stupid to ignore me barely a night after [Sent Now]

Get Run Over By A Fucking Car Please — if u dont reply in the next 10 seconds i swear to GOD [Sent Now]

Who would come to your funeral, you wonder. Taylor and friends? Maybe even your manager if you’re lucky?

You — leave me alone, I overslept. Im omw dick [Sent Now]

Get Run Over By A Fucking Car Please — bitch [Sent Now]

Get Run Over By A Fucking Car Please — hurry tf up before i get mad [Sent Now]

You huff. He’s so disgusting and insecure.

You — wouldn’t miss spending time with you for the world <3333 [Sent Now]

Get Run Over By A Fucking Car Please — fucking gross just hurry [Sent Now]

You — asshole [Sent Now]

Get Run Over By A Fucking Car Please — whore [Sent Now]

“Tsk.” You roll your eyes and stomp the rest of your walk to the college of your nightmares.

Despite your best efforts, the trip doesn’t take you long and unfortunately, you do make it to your dreaded computer science class in one piece—if walking a little slower just to spite him.

From the back, Shigaraki turns his head to you the moment you enter the lecture hall, watching the professor call you out in front of everyone for being late. You shrug the nosy teacher off, because you’d be damned if you could find it in you to care about disrupting his class right now.

You probably should, because your flimsy fucking scholarship depends on it, but maybe a life outside of college didn’t sound so bad anymore. You think you’d rather mop piss-dirty fucking bathroom floors of dingy corner bars for less than minimum wage, than spend another second breathing the same air as this crazy cancer-inducing shit-stain of a human being.

And nothing would make you happier than to wipe his smug ass grin off his fucking face, but alas.

For no other reason than to be a brat, you pick a seat that leaves exactly one empty spot between the two of you and slam your bag against your desk. It works and his arrogant face momentarily drops into one of annoyance. But to your utter dismay, he recovers.

“Move your ass next to me or you’ll regret it.”

“Oh, yeah? Fucking try me,” you say with a ragged voice and drop on your seat, completely done with the world.

Throwing your head back, you screw your eyes shut, not feeling like working on any assignments right now. When you open them again, you see the back of the room swirling upside-down in your vision.

Then the asshole speaks again, his grit-laden voice taking on the tone of a radio broadcaster.

“Hey, did’ya know? Word on the street is that your friend’s mom is covering their whole ass tuition. Ain’t that something?” Shigaraki grabs the back of the empty chair between you and preemptively pulls it backwards for you, the way a dollar store gentleman would.

You scrunch your nose and wince at his words.

Of course he’d stoop so low. Didn’t he say so? He’ll pull just about anything to get you to listen.

“Now, I also happened to hear that their mom is… quite the conservative businesswoman. So let’s assume for instance, that one of their NSFW social media pics from their private account gets unexpectedly… leaked. Mailed, perhaps, to your friend’s bigoted parents, express postage stamp and all. What do you think will happen when their mom finds out that they’re—” 

Shigaraki doesn’t get to finish his cheap villainous threat because you stand up, kick your chair angrily and drop on the one next to him, some of the students in the row before you scoffing audibly.

You want nothing more but to fucking strangle him to death, but that would ruin a few things for you.

He flashes you a crooked smile. “There we go. Wasn’t that fucking hard now, was it?”

Maybe you should take your chances and do it anyway.

But instead, you roll your eyes and take out your laptop, planning to do what you do best. Distract yourself with the mountain of piling assignments that you’ll have to plow through (despite how miserable you fucking feel), and ignore him completely. Ten seconds at a time.

It doesn’t really work, because not two minutes after you start, Shigaraki places a hand on the edge of your seat and startles you, causing you to glance at him with visible disgust. He notices it and takes that as an invitation to reach his fingertips over your thigh, digits splaying apart as he slowly slides his hand up your thigh. A shiver runs through your spine and you immediately tense up.

“Don’t.” You glare at him sharply, slapping his hand away.

He clicks his tongue disapprovingly, like you’re the one annoying him and fucking does it again, gripping your thigh so hard this time, the blunt fingernails that are pressing into the fabric of your pants will definitely be leaving purple bruised half-moons.

“That really, really fucking hurts. So stop that,” you growl at him quietly, jaw clenching and foot pressing hard against the surface of the floor to keep yourself grounded. Ten seconds—

“Nah. You don’t like me being nice, so I won’t be.”

“Nice?! You’re fucking insufferable!” you spit at him in an angry whisper, “Was last night not enough for you, sick fuck?” Shigaraki squeezes your thigh once, eyes narrowing and grin widening in response. “I’m fucking black and blue all over from—”

You try closing your mouth quickly, catching yourself but he smiles knowingly, the scar on his mouth stretching.

“Yeah? My bad then. Lemme see what I’ve done, I’ll be more mindful,” he lies, softening his grip, thumb brushing your leg in small soothing circles, knowing he wants nothing more but to paint your skin with reminders of him, wherever he touches you. “On that note, maybe you should start wearing skirts again.”

“What?” You frown at him. ���I never wear skirts, you delusional creep.”

“You did, for that scumbag.” Shigaraki drops another piece of information, like it’s not creepy as hell to pay people to find out things about you. He then shrugs, toying with the fabric of your pants between his thumb and his pointer finger. “It was good though. You looked hot.”

“What the fuck? How would you know that?!” you shout at him pretty loudly, earning you a few glares from the row in front of you.

He couldn’t fucking know that, because you stopped wearing them long before you even met your ex. 

An unexpected giggle claws itself out of his throat. “Maybe I guessed. Or maybe I’ll tell you if you stop being a bitch one day.” 

So fucking never, you figure, clicking your tongue and turning your attention back to your screen. His hand immediately resumes sliding up your thigh.

“Fucking stop that or I’ll seriously fucking scream,” you threaten, but he’s calling your bluff and takes it as a challenge.

Your mouth opens and his smug expression is egging you on to go ahead and fucking do it, see what happens when you do. But you close it again, feeling defeated.

The anger and shame make your cheeks burn as students occasionally look back at the two of you, whispering and making faces, completely ignoring how uncomfortable you are. No one wanted to lift a fucking finger.

Tomura notices too. On any other occasion, he’d tell them to fuck off. But sitting back and drinking in your frustration, outweighs the need to monopolize your attention at the moment. He’d have time for that later.

By the amount of times you two have been seen together, half the fucking college must assume you have an exhibitionism kink. You don’t—at least not like this, but your train of thought is interrupted by his free hand appearing in your field of view, two fingers casually tapping at the side of your laptop and signaling you to get your work done.

Like you could fucking focus, with him brazenly sexually harassing you in broad daylight.

Nonetheless, you roll your shoulders and once again take your chances, swatting his hand off of you and scooting away from him.

He narrows his eyes, demeanor quickly turning cold. 

“If you don’t cut that shit out, I’ll take these,” Shigaraki pinches at the fabric of your pants, “off of you and force you to walk half-naked ‘round campus, mid fucking december,” he says in a low monotone voice, signaling he’s reached the ends of his patience with you, then pulls your chair closer to him than it was before.

“Maybe you’re into that, freak.” He snarls, wrinkling his nose. “I’d suggest you go on and finish your fucking assignment, miss honors student.” Shigaraki leans in, nuzzling into your ear and making you physically cringe.

You have no choice but to let him.

And once you give up, once your shoulders really slump this time, and you’re halfway through biting the first layer of skin off of your lips, Shigaraki smiles triumphantly, burying his nose into the junction of your sensitive neck and deeply breathing you in.

You watch as the students keep glancing at you and you feel your insides decay a little more.

“You’re the worst.”

Shigaraki snorts.

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Perhaps the most surprising part was that Shigaraki didn’t take it far even days after that awful night at the party. Not really.

He does however keep feeling you up whenever he has the chance to. But he never pushes it beyond critical points. Enough to piss you off, to let your college know you’re his plaything now, but not enough for you to actually freak out—well, freak out more than you already do.

He’d ghost his pale slender fingers everywhere on your frame and you’d notice his hands twitching every time they passed by your curves, leaving them completely unexplored.

He’d inch closer to your neck sometimes, hooking a finger around your winter scarf and pulling it down to examine—admire—the fading bruises that he’d left that night.

He’d sniff your hair like a degenerate whenever he was in a particularly bad mood or someone pissed him off, then he’d tell you to keep buying that brand of shampoo, that he’d even fund it for you if you ever ran out of money. 

Like you’d ever go seek him for financial troubles.

And you couldn’t help but wonder just what stops him from taking you somewhere dark and secluded, to bend you over and fuck his sick fantasies into you. It’s not like you could ask, lest you give him bright ideas or imply you’re even thinking about anything of the sort.

So you deal with his weird fucking obsession of being as close to you as humanly possible, and not leaving inches apart when he’s anywhere around you throughout the day.

You’ve become his human stress-relief toy, you realize. A fucking Shigaraki branded fidget spinner. Taylor would laugh at that joke, but you still haven’t opened any of their messages, or seen them on campus lately.

Shigaraki also makes you—no, he forces you—to take the same fucking breaks as him, eating together at the cafeteria whenever he fucking feels like it, making you miss most of your own lecture blocks just because they don’t match his. Something for which you’d have to draw a harsh line very soon. Blackmail or not, and as depraved and unhinged as you know him to be, you doubt he wants you to fail and drop out. 

But then again, you’ve been wrong about him before.

There are eyes on you wherever you go. You suppose being the campus’ villain’s toy would do that to a person. 

He however seems to only let them linger for half the time nowadays, easily losing his temper (what fucking temper), glaring back and scaring them off wheneve he’s had enough. After which he proceeds to tell you shit like ‘don’t worry, you’re mine’, as if that was somehow reassuring to you.

You’d finished your classes for the day, but he eventually gets the great fucking idea to make you attend his own as well, his professors either not giving a fuck or too scared of his family crest to mention a literal stranger sitting in their smaller group lectures.

It’s only by chance that you’d found out what he was apparently majoring in, glancing at his laptop when he wasn’t looking. It’s a very pretentious masters in Data Science.

Not that you really care to learn about that asshole, but you did notice his schedule being packed. You had half a mind to ask him why he had double the amount of your classes, but you bit back. You weren’t that curious.

A (barely) positive side to this whole arrangement, was that being in class from morning until late afternoon somehow gave you a buff on your ability to study, the same way studying in a library would. You were less likely to procrastinate on your assignments as you often did at home, and actually ended up getting a lot of work done whenever Shigaraki was too busy with his own material to actively make your life a living hell.

His hand would still be placed somewhere on your body, whenever he didn’t need to write or research for his projects, as if he would crumble into dust if he didn’t feel the blood pumping from under your skin.

Thankfully, his last break of the day finally rolls around and the two of you sit together in one of the wing’s common rooms.

He hasn’t laid a finger on you while you were typing away at your laptop, choosing to play some game on his handheld instead. You’re not only thankful for that, but also wonder if he’ll maybe get tired of you quicker than you thought he would.

And if he does, what then?

Would he just leave you be?

You press your lips in a tight line.

“What.” He raises a brow, his signature rasp making you realize you’ve stopped typing away at your projects for a while now and ended up watching the way his fingers clicked on every button with the precision of a professional gamer.

You wince, snapping your head back to your own screen.

“Nothing,” you mumble, “Just surprised you stopped acting like a damn monkey for a second.”

His eyes widen and he grins, hooking one elbow around your neck and pulling you in close enough for you to smell a hint of his expensive cedarwood cologne. 

“Just say you miss me next time,” Shigaraki coos, ruffling your hair up and making you scoff.

“Pass. I’d rather offer my psycho ex to blow him for a pack of weed again.” 

It’s been a while but you finally said the wrong thing again, so he gives you an unimpressed look, shoves you away from him and goes back to playing on his handheld, unpausing his game and now mashing the buttons.

“You’re so fucking stupid sometimes, I swear,” he scoffs, brows pulling together. “Piss me off again and see what happens. I’m nice because I choose to,” Shigaraki says quietly.

You make a disapproving noise, feeling a weird twinge of hurt for—disappointing him…? Seriously?

What the fuck?

He curses under his breath. ”Never say shit like that again. You belong to me now. Fucking get used to it.”

You considered disobeying him again for a second, make him angrier, but all you could do was shrink in your seat and turn away from him defensively.

The rest of the days were more of the same, with you following him around like a pet and letting him do whatever he wanted to. 

Whenever you zoned out or pushed his buttons too hard, he’d either get pissy and threaten you, or dare to sneakily slide his hand over the curve of your ass and squeeze it to get your attention.

And boy did it get your attention.

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Friday finally comes around—you thank the fucking lord—meaning you won’t have to see him for another two and a half days.

You think you’ve spent enough time together to last you three fucking lifetimes—so much so that you started enjoying going to your part-time job. At least that fucking paid.

Your dreams of easing in into a quiet weekend are cut short when Shigaraki opens his mouth on your way out of the building and fucking goes, “Are you free later?”

You stop dead in your tracks and turn around to face him, completely mortified.

He just stands there, solemn expression while staring back at you through half-lidded eyes, hands in the pockets of his overworn jacket. His white hair is tousled and the strap of his ancient college bag threatens to snap and fall off his shoulder any day now.

Shigaraki frowns as he waits for you to answer, one hand reaching to scratch at his neck—something you haven’t seen him do in a while now.

By the way, since when did he start asking for permission to waste your fucking time?

“No. I’m busy,” you deadpan, spinning on your heel and avoiding his eyes.

“No you’re not. You don’t work today.”

“I have plans. Why the fuck do you care?”

“Change your plans then,” he grunts and you want to pull the hairs out of your head.

“No.”

He gives you an exasperated sigh, walks up to you with a clench jaw and forcefully wraps his hand against the nape of your neck before pushing you to walk with him. You just cross your arms and let him walk you like a fucking dog.

“Why ask if you’re not going to fucking listen anyway?” you question, feeling deeply frustrated. 

He considers ignoring you, giving you side-eye from behind his messy bangs, but mumbles quietly anyway.

“To be considerate.”

“Ha! You? Considerate?”

Shigaraki tightens his grip and shoves you forward, making you stumble and almost eat shit on the floor. You luckily catch yourself before you do.

“Yeah, you're right. What the hell was I thinking?” He rolls his eyes and walks away sulkily, leaving you behind. “Follow me. My car is parked off campus.”

“Your car?”

His car.

You struggled to keep up with his stupidly fast pace, but you managed to get there—if a little out of breath.

“Get in.” He opens the door to the driver's side of the car and slams it closed.

What did you expect? Of course Shigaraki Tomura owns a red fucking sports car. Why wouldn’t he?

The passenger door opens for you and you suddenly feel very uncomfortable being in the presence of such a luxurious fucking object. You simply stare at him and nervously fidget with the hem of your shirt.

“What the fuck are you doing? Get in, it’s cold.” He drums his fingers against the leather-covered wheel.

You look unsure of what to do and seeing you being uncomfortable makes him snort, but he doesn't say anything otherwise.

Reluctantly taking the bag off your shoulder, you get inside and place it on your lap. Then you look at the raised door like you’re trying to figure out rocket science.

“H-How do you close it?”

“With your hands, moron. You pull on the handle like any other normal car, now hurry.”

You make a face, leaning in to grab the handle with your sweaty fingers and pulling it down. It really doesn’t take a lot of force and the door slides down in a smooth motion, closing easily with a satisfying thud.

Relief washes over you, glad that he didn’t trick you into slamming or damaging anything, because if you did ruin his car, you could only imagine the amount of debt you’d have to spend your entire life paying. Or have another fucking thing he could hold over your head.

He’s unusually patient with you, letting you settle in and observing you getting flustered over his car of all things. His dry lips slightly twitch upwards.

“A-A McLaren, really?” your voice wavers when you don’t want it to, mentally cursing yourself for sounding like such a pussy.

“Yeah, it’s my errands car.” Shigaraki seems like he wants to say something, but reconsiders.

“This is your errand car? A fucking sports car?!” 

Your gasp makes him fucking chuckle and you’re visibly taken aback by the easy-going reaction. Luckily he only chalks it up as further astonishment. 

“It’s a supercar, not a sports car, idiot. Maybe I’ll show you the others someday soon.”

“Others?!” Your nose crinkles and it makes him snort. Then he presses one fucking button on the dashboard between the two of you and starts his car ‘supercar’ up, engine purring like an expensive metallic kitten.

Fucking rich people.

Frankly speaking, you semi-anticipated for him to pull up to his scary criminal friends, a hotel or worse—his own house. But instead, he parked in the expensive underground garage of your city’s largest mall and then opened the door for you.

He opened the fucking door for you.

You watch him skeptically as he reaches out a hand for you to grab, like you’re Cinderella and he’s going to help you out of the half a million dollar carriage. But you smack it away, making him roll his eyes and mumble an ‘always so fucking difficult’, getting out of the car on your own.

Unlike how he usually acts on campus, Shigaraki is considerably tamer in the unfamiliar public. Maybe even a bit more fidgety than usual. 

He doesn’t grab or grope you and the only contact you’re forced to endure while the two of you walk side-by-side, is the brush of his arm against your own, with the occasional nudge to steer you in whichever direction he wants you to go. 

While he’s distracted, you observe his side profile in secret, glancing at the mole on his mouth, his dark circles and his cracked skin, noticing how the scar on his eye matches that on his lips. You wonder what went wrong to him to become like this. 

It really feels like the moment you ran your fingers through his hair after he came back from the store happened ages ago. It feels like ages ago, but the memory, the sensation itself, is deeply burned in the ridges of your fingertips. Weaved into strands of your DNA. 

Maybe that’s the reason you can feel it, still.

You frown, turning your head away.

If only he’d been nicer. If only he wasn’t a crazy lunatic. If only—

Then what?

You let out a deep exhale while a shudder runs through your body.

“Quit bitching. We just got here,” he grunts, taking your sigh as a form of protest against him dragging you around instead of letting you go home. You’re thankful for that.

“Shut up.” 

You aim to kick him in the shin but he dodges, softly shoving you to the side and you could swear you saw the ghost of a smile on his face.

Oh, the things he made you do.

First, he fucking managed to pull you into the biggest arcade in the city, cashing in gross amounts of money on his play-card for the two of you to literally waste.

Most of the machines he made you play with him were either competitive co-ops or versus games, and despite all of your efforts, you had around 20/80 odds of winning against Shigaraki. Even though you’re familiar with these games. Even though you probably could smoke this entire arcade, you really are no match for Shigaraki himself. 

The rich basement-dwelling redditor is good. Good enough to be an esports player, you think. His reflexes are second to fucking none, his prediction skill is inhumane and then to top it off, the game awareness he has for every game is incredible. 

You know for sure he hasn’t played some of the games you picked (and that’s the only reason you’d even won 20 percent of the time), but he learns fast, never failing to shove it in your fucking face when he bests you and takes the win.

It annoys you. It annoys you so much that during one of your heated matches, you make a mistake.

“Ahhh, I missed the fucking boost,” you say, focusing on the racing game. He lets out an amused breath. “Say, do you play shooters?”

“So random. Yeah I do. Why? Trying to distract me?” Shigaraki’s character bumps into you as he’s on his final lap. “Or did you wanna play the new shooter in the back? It’s single player though, but we can take turns.”

“What?” You use a power-up similar to the blue shell in Mario Kart and you hear him grunt ‘bitch’ in response. “No, just curious.”

“Yeah? Do you play then?”

You nod but you’re not sure he saw it. 

“I play Val. Lemme guess, you’re a CS:GO player. Or a COD one. Gross.”

Shigaraki barks out a laugh that startles you. He continues laughing, closing his eyes and becoming unable to focus on the game while he does, your character easily passing by and reclaiming first place. 

There’s warmth spreading inside your chest and you do your best to smother it.

“You little bitch!” he yells at you with a wide grin.

You just click your tongue. “Eyes on the game, chief.”

“I play Valorant with Spinner sometimes. Need me to boost you? I don’t do it for free, tho’.” He jabs his elbow in your side and you swerve too hard, falling off the map.

“HEY!” 

“Eyes on the game, idiot.”

Your eyes widen and he grins at the screen cheekily, finally crossing that finish lane.

“That’s unfair! I almost had that!”

“No you didn’t. You just distracted me with your stupid questions.”

“Fuck you.” You cross your arms, turning away.

“Later. What’s your rank?”

“Huh?”

He looks at you as if you’re dumb. “Val. What’s your rank? So we can play?”

Oh. Oh shit. Oh no. You’d fucked up. Why were you acting so chummy with Shigaraki? You don’t wanna play fucking Valorant with him. Or anything else. You’re not friends. He wants to hurt the people close to you. You’re definitely not friends.

“W-What’s yours?” you ask, and if your hunch is correct, he should be above Immortal.

“Higher than you for sure. I’ll buy a smurf account anyway, then we can play.”

You grit your teeth, blood draining from your face. He frowns, leaning in to inspect your face. 

It’s dark in this arcade, so you hope he doesn’t see much.

“You look off.”

“I’m fine. Let’s uhh—let’s play something else.”

“You sure? We can chill,” he says, getting off the chair and offering you his hand to stand up. You pretend you don’t see it, getting up yourself and walking past him.

“Yeah, I’m sure. I do actually wanna play that new FPS in the back.” 

Shigaraki doesn’t say anything, using the hand he offered you to scratch at his neck while following you silently.

It’s really weird seeing such a different side of you. One that he never got to see at school.

You’re bouncy and talkative and holy shit were you a big fucking nerd. Tomura has probably never heard you string as many sentences together as he did when you began telling him about the extensive lore of some obscure fucking game from the 90s.

As for playing with him, he’d been right from the start. He couldn’t take it easy with you. You were such a sweat, trying to beat him at every game there was, always asking for a rematch. But… it didn’t bother him.

He commits everything about you to his memory. Your face when you focus. The way you strain your voice when you’re about to win. Engaging in discussions with him…

Forgetting you dislike him.

He’s not stupid. He sees when you catch yourself and realize it’s him you were talking to. You still don’t want to let him in. Still think you’re in control of your fucking life. 

You’re not. You belong to him now and there was nothing you could do about it.

His idea to take you here was good. He likes playing with you. IRL friends who were into gaming are hard to come by, and all of his friends were casuals at best anyway. Which meant his only two options were you and… Spinner.

Spinner.

Fucking Spinner.

Tomura has been sulking behind you for a while now, but thinking about his friend really made him seethe. 

His mood sours in record time, so he promptly decides to pull you away from the crane game that you spent the last twenty minutes on, interrupting yet another unsuccessful run. 

“Hey! I almost had that!” You pout, but he’s already dragging you out.

“They’re all rigged anyway. You wouldn’t have gotten it.”

“Yeah, but they still drop the prize after a certain amount of times,” you whine.

“Don’t care. Come.”

“Ugh! You impatient asshole!” You smack his shoulder with your free hand.

“Yeah, yeah. Can it, loser.”

After he’d robbed you of your prize, the two of you still had time left before the mall closed, so you decided to go to a few stores and look at merch and games you know you’d never actually buy. The figure in the crane game was a total exception. You definitely wouldn’t build a shrine of cute little collectibles with that character. Definitely didn’t already have a few things that were a waste of space, should you need to move right away. Definitely.

Now you’re looking around, listening to him talk about games he played as a child. By the amount of titles he’s dropped, you’re pretty sure he’s had all the fucking consoles growing up and that makes you jealous.

The biggest surprise of the day was probably hearing Shigaraki ask for your opinion on not one, but several games you told him you’d played before. Like he was actually interested to hear what you thought.

He’d even offered to buy you games you had in your backlog, the ones you’d wanted to eventually get for yourself. So after he scoffed at you saying you don’t collect physical ones, Shigaraki asked—no, insisted—to get your Steam ID.

When you figured that he wouldn’t drop it is when you started getting really annoyed.

“Like I’d wanna owe you shit now, too,” you spit, beginning to ruin his mood as you usually do.

“I’ll do what I want. Deal with it,” he mumbles, grabbing the game you wanted.

“Wanna see me do a speedrun and throw it in the closest trash can? Then go ahead and buy it.” You smile at him angrily with a twitching eyebrow.

“Why—” Shigaraki grunts, closing his eyes and running his hand through his hair, then proceeds to chuck the expensive deluxe case at you, hitting you square in the shoulder. “You’re so fucking annoying.” 

“Hey! That fucking hurts, you asshole!” you shout at his back, but he only flips you off and goes ahead to exit the store without you.

After his temper tantrum, the two of you walk over to the food place he told you about before. It’s his favorite in the mall, apparently. Neither of you talk much to each other on the way, but once you receive your plates, he breaks the ice.

You wish he’d stayed silent though, because after what was your tenth extremely dumb gaming argument with him—this time over whether or not they should nerf Solid Snake’s dump-truck because it’s distracting the player too hard when he’s crawling—you find yourself yawning and getting bored. You’re now like ninety-eight percent convinced he’s the owner of half of reddit’s weirdest gaming-related posts.

So you roll your eyes when you notice he won’t drop it, and finally finish eating the last bite.

A shudder goes through your entire body while you’re mid-bite.

“You okay?” Red irises look at you from the other side of the table.

You blink, thinking there must be something wrong with you. Well, you know there is, but this is on another level.

“Y-Yeah, I guess I’m just… cold.”

You must be insane. No, you are insane.

You’re insane for thinking that spending time with him isn’t the worst. That going out with him today, as forced as it was and only because he has you at gun-point, wasn’t that bad. That you two get along well if you wipe your brain of your entire history with him and boil it down to the two measly days he acted decent with you. And while that is true, you’d probably vomit your entire meal back on your plate than to ever admit it to anyone.

God, does that mean you’d actually let this asshole become someone close to you if he keeps acting like this? Are you that fucking damaged?

Shigaraki looks at you intently, making you feel nervous.

He hasn’t been the worst to you lately, but you still hope he doesn’t somehow skew this day to be some weird date. However soon enough you’ll have other things to worry about.

Because as if on cue, Shigaraki opens his mouth and proceeds to ruin your entire fucking day:

“Grab your shit. We’re going back to my place.”

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