Bubblegum Bitch

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Pairing: Todoroki Yosuke x f!reader

Summary: ah, Oya High! The bane of y/n's existence! Why? Because she hated Todoroki's guts, or does she?

Warnings: enemies to lovers, swearing, degrading language, fluffy ig?

Authors Notes: I bet Yosuke could actually treat someone so well if he had charisma

Requests: @shiropatootie

She lay sprawled out on her bed, phone pressed against her ear listening to her brother ask a 'small favour'. The weather had taken a turn that afternoon, the heavens opening to rain with a dash of doom and gloom in the atmosphere, and her brother left for Oya the morning without an umbrella.

She groaned, rolling onto her back, "Ew why should I?...No, what if he's there? I can't stand his face, it's so condescending and he just haaas to be wherever I am," She exasperated, ending the call after giving in to his whines. It was true, l/n y/n and Todoroki Yosuke hadn't gotten along since the day they met, which, by the way, was an absolute nightmare. She called him ugly, he called her pig-like, she pulled his hair, he punched her, you get the gist. Now they avoid each other, truly repulsed by each other's presence.

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The worst thing about miserable weather and Oya High was that everyone seemed to cram into the school at once, congesting every possible hallway. Y/n, being a female, ducked and weaved through, clutching the umbrella in her fist, grumbling profanities as she barged through towards her sibling's common spot (which was just another manky classroom with a couple torn sofas in and porn posters on the walls). Times like these made her wish she didn't have a day off, she liked her job anyway, but dealing with a school full of men was not the vibe.

Sliding the door with vigour, she pelted the umbrella at her brother, who was lounged out on a sofa in the corner, "Ow, what the fuck, y/n?" He whined, rubbing his chest where the item collided.

Folding her arms, she cocked a brow, "You asked, you shall recieve. You're such a dumbarse, next time, don't even call." She turned on her heel to make the trek through the halls again, fighting off the yelling when her exit was blocked. Tall, slender, uniform worn perfectly? "Fuck outta my way, ugly."

Smirking, Todoroki stepped closer, sliding the door shut behind him. "I don't think you'd want to walk home in that," He pointed to the storm outside, he was correct, with that wind no-one would be able to walk in a singular direction. It was a miracle the school was still holding. "So you're stuck here, little bitch."

"I'd rather be run over by Lemura," the speed she had walked away was unlike other, even the guy who was sat next to her brother moved so she could sit in his place. If there was one fight nobody wanted to see, it was Todoroki vs. Y/n, that was ugly. "I'm going to sleep, wake me up when the storms over."

Needless to say that she did wake up, but laying down with a ratty blanket tucked to her chin. Eyes fluttering open, vision blurry and eyes sore, she pushed herself up and used her nails to comb through her hair. The room had emptied, but the roars from some sort of fight travelled through the ground floor obnoxiously. She rubbed her eyes, vision clearing only to see his figure slouched on the sofa opposite the room - legs spread in that seductive way men sit, manspreading but as if they're waiting for you to sit on them. They remained dead silent, not a sound except shuffling, breathing and a lot of eye contact and thick air strangling them.

He was too smug, "Good afternoon, you look like shit. Sleep well?" God Todoroki's voice was so taunting, and unfortunately it was still storming outside, only worsening as now the wind was howling.

"What are you still doing here? Thought you would've left me since you enjoy my suffering." She mumbled, throwing the blanket over the back of the sofa and collapsing back into the cushion.

Todoroki scoffed, unfolding his arms and slinging one over the back of the sofa, "Wasn't gonna leave you alone in this place, are you stupid? And I like teasing you, it's fun."

"But why? You hate me why don't you just get one of your lackies to supervise so you can go off and I don't know, assert your dominance? Makes me think you like me." She mocked, turning her head to watch the rubble outside fly across the courtyard. It was such a shithole, how it was still standing was indescribable, how it was sanity was impossible, she didn't ever ask about the bathroom hygiene situation.

"I never said I hated you. If I hated you, well you simply wouldn't exist to me." Y/n's head snapped around in shock, eyebrows raised in disbelief at his words.

She blinked twice as to process the situation, "So that's why you follow me? Because you actually like me? As a person?" She leant forward, elbows on her knees.

He mimicked her posture, "You could say that. You're very entertaining and fiesty, I like it. And you pack one hell of a punch when pissed off." Y/n sighed, flopping back again and rubbing her face. Initially she thought he was just playing, but he would've dropped it by now and made some sort of rude remark about her. He was right though, the last time she had punched him, his skin bruised purple, and quite frankly, she wanted to punch him again.

"Don't make me punch that pretty face of yours, 'Doroki, maybe it'll knock some sense into you." She continued to whinge, only provoking his unstoppable habit of teasing. Surprisingly, he stood up and strode across the room. The sofa dipped, but y/n didn't turn her head too quickly, feeling his hot breath in her perimeters. One unexpected feature about Todoroki was that his hands were smooth and soft, and these hands gently pulled her hands away from her face and softly tilted her chin up to lock eyes.

"So I'm pretty now? Have you been lying? That's not what good girls do, is it?" He mumbled, the space between them getting smaller with noses just grazing, "Come on, y/n, let's be honest. Neither of us actually enjoy fighting like this."

"Yosuke, if you're gonna kiss me just shut up and do it. Don't be a pussy." She spat, gripping the collar of his jacket and fusing their lips together. He cupped her cheek, returning the sweetness of the kiss. It wasn't anything deep, it was closed but he could taste her cherry chapstick, the same one that flustered him everytime she puckered her lips after applying it. He didn't even mind if it transferred to his, as long as he could taste her forever. They pulled back slowly, eyes fluttering opening but never leaving the intense gaze. His fingers traced from her cheek to her tingling lips, the pad of his thumb nestling on her bottom lip,

"We don't speak of this...unless in private." He smirked, the teasing of his tone melting off his lips like honey.

"The more you keep taking and looking like you're gonna devour me, the more likely I am to do it again."

"Bet."

[Masterlist]

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Thank u for blessing me with this masterpiece <3

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Todoroki and Yuken

Ughhhhhhhhhhhhh, im dyinnnnnnnnnn I need more Todoroki and Yuken fanfics or drabbles or anythingggggggggggggggggggg uhuhuuh cant get enough of these babiesssssssss <3 <3 <3 Wanna see more of them uhuhhuhuhu

[star2fishmeg]

Sore Eyes

Pairing: Murayama Yoshiki x reader

Warnings: making out ig, mild angst, fluff

Summary: y/n wishes she'd never gone to Oya that day, sending her into a spiral of doubt but Murayama always has a solution

Authors Note: I'M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I WAS SO BUSY WITH COLLEGE BUT I'VE "GRADUATED" (aka senior year for you folks in the USA) NOW!! This boy is too cute and there's not enough fics about him so here I am :) the last one got lots of positivity and it made me happy. Thank you so much!

Requested by @shiropatootie

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Cupping his face in your hands, you pulled him closer. "You're too cute sometimes."

"I think you'll find you're the cute one, especially in my hoodie." He smiled, placing his hands over yours. The pair of you sat on your bed, giggling and chatting after a long day of hanging out around Oya. Murayama was a tough guy, physically and mentally; he was forever getting stronger. But moments like these, just the two of you, were the most precious in a lifetime. Only you got to see this Murayama, his boyish smiles replaced with genuine ones where his eyes would wrinkle in the corners. He was your Yoshiki, your ball of energy, and you were his rock, his rational groundkeeper. Gently caressing your hands, he pulled you into his chest, leaning back into your sheets into a cuddle, legs tangled but comfortable in each other's grips.

"Shiki?" You whispered, feeling his chest rise and fall, heart pounding in his ribcage. He hummed, and the vibrations setting your skin alight. "We'll be together forever, right? I only ask because I'll never leave your side. I want you to know that. I'll always be waiting for you."

"Of course, you can't get rid of me that easy. Why would I leave you? I like your cuddles and company." His fingers tucked strands of your hair behind your ear and placed his lips to your forehead, giving a smile again.

"I love them too, but I don't know. Your girlfriend's gonna be really lucky. I'm scared I won't be needed anymore." The softening of your voice struck his heart like a truck. The realisation that he meant just as much to you as you did to him sent his heart into overdrive. He rolled onto his side, propping himself up on his forearm, his eyes boring into yours under him. Your ears burned at the closeness, and individual shaky breaths intertwined.

"Shut up; I will always need and want you. No one pars with you. You're the only one who can keep up and put up with me." He grumbled, his eye contact burning as he ran his tongue over his lips. But he was a coward. Instead of fulfilling his dreams, he buried his face in your nape, rolling you back onto his chest. Your heart pounded through your chest, your mind screaming to confess right there and then, maybe giving him the confidence he needed. It was too good to be true. Yoshiki Murayama, who you had once met by accident, was considering locking his lips with yours. But the reality turned the tables, and he was back under you, holding you as if his life depended on it. However, in the end, just him doing that made you happy. As long as he was in your life, you were satisfied.

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Oya High School really was a dump; how the boys manoeuvred the place was impressive alone. Avoiding a couple of full-timers, you managed to slip your way through, hunting down Murayama to return his hoodie from the night before. You checked 'his' classroom first, but his members hadn't seen him, so you checked the gym; empty. Even the full-timers hadn't seen him, which was possibly the most shocking, seeing as they're on his tail most the time. He wasn't out on S.W.O.R.D duties; he would’ve somehow informed you, and he wouldn’t dare leave you in the dark about it either; he wasn’t like that with you.

Stumbling through who knows where outside, his voice echoed through the rubble. A grin tugging on your lips and eyes glistening, you gripped his hoodie tighter and carefully stepped through, almost jogging to jump into his arms again.

But you didn't. You halted just at the right moment so you could remain in the unseeable distance. Your face dropped, arms slacked, and you stood idle, glaring at the scene before you. You weren't angry. Just... shocked. You'd seen Oshiage around, not friends, neither enemies. Murayama, hands stuffed into his pockets, expressionless yet...bored? Yet seemingly curious as to why he'd been asked to meet in the first place, but not that interested. After all, he had places to be and valuable people to meet.

Oshiage shoved the strawberry-themed bag into his chest, her eyes burning into his.

"Use them." Murayama nochantly took the bag, pulling the elastic open and eyeing the contents. One by one he pulled out various small weapons from nunchucks to knuckle dusters, discarding them onto the dirt without batting an eye.

"No thanks." His fingers casually let the bag go, the rest of the contents spilling at his feet. He asserted his gaze back to her, shrugging.

"Could we...take a walk at least? Just us? Please, I want to talk to you about something." You respected her bravery, it's not everyday someone approaches Murayama, shoves a gift at him and asks to hang out. In fact, you were the only one who dared to do that willingly. Yoshiki, as usual, deeply sighed, throwing his head back and groaning.

"Fine. Quickly, I have somewhere to be." The girl smiled, linking her arm with his, seemingly ragdoll-like one. What a sight for sore eyes. Your heart fell to the floor and shattered, the remnants blending in with the rest of Oya's rubble. Your mind sank, believing irrational, contaminated thoughts of: Why would he ever kiss you? You weren't half as pretty as she was. The jumper he said was cute on you was just cotton and polyester at the end of the day. He probably liked her better anyway; she's closer to the gang life than you ever were, maybe she understands him better. The man you loved, shared intimate moments with, being asked out by a woman you didn't even know. Perhaps you were just his practice run. You had to be honest though, it didn't really look like Murayama knew her that well either, yet he made no effort to steer away. You couldn't bear to continue watching, which might be a later regret, but in the moment, it just wasn't something you could handle after the previous night.

Leaving his hoodie neatly folded in his classroom, you placed the little note on top, giving his members smiles as you left and ran home, heart completely twisted and obliterated. It was stupid really, getting upset over your best friend potentially liking some other girl. And walking home alone didn't make it any better, especially since it was the same route home you always walked with him, attached at the him, linked at the arms. To say the sight burned was an understatement.

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You went to bed early after that, and by early meant 9pm. You couldn't bring yourself to have dinner, you just wanted to get the image of earlier out of your head. In hindsight, you realised you should have stayed longer to know what actually happened instead of taking off, but the emotion just swept through you. Panicked knocks on your front door echoed through your home. You didn't know what time it was, but it was dark outside so whoever it was at your door was desperate. You tried burying your head further into your sheets to block it out, but you got up anyway to keep them quiet. Wiping your eyes and padding to the door, you brought your eye to the peephole, not really thinking about visibility.

Sighing, you pulled the door open, "Don't you have somewhere to be?" You sniffed, half-asleep. He stood there, eye wide, panting and staring with glossed eyes. He stepped closer, slowing bringing his hands up to your cheeks. The rough pads of his thumbs wiped the remaining tears away slowly, gently cupping your cheeks as he had previously. Your words didn't work, everytime you tried to speak, nothing came out but a quiver of your lips. His gaze just burned into you. Murayama hadn't a clue what was wrong, he just didn't want to see you cry and your note to him earlier rattled through his spine;

If you still need me, I will always be here, Shiki.

Love, Y/n

"Y/n," his tone wasn't playful, it was low and raspy, "Where were you? You left my hoodie behind. You know you can keep it, it's yours too." Standing in a painful silence, you both walked further into the hallway, Yoshiki closing the door behind him, pulling you into an embrace. His clothes were crisp cold, but warmed when your eyes broke seal and your cries penetrated his ears. Running his fingers through your hair, his other hand on the curve of your back, he whispered reassurances in your ear, placing small kisses to your head.

"Baby, let's go to bed." Even his whispers were gravelly. You nodded as he held you tight and carried you to your room, in which his natural scent still lingered. Once he'd ensured he'd tucked you in securely, his clothes scattered to the floor and the warmth of his skin against yours felt as if everything had been amended. You missed it, you hoped that only you would enjoy this. Taking a deep breath and running off adrenaline, you snuggled closer, resting your head on his chest, hand following pursuit to feel his skin once again.

"I don't like her, by the way." He mumbled, his hands wandering over the curves of your torso, "We walked but I told her that I didn't feel the same. I meant what I said before, you're all I need." You caught his gaze in the dark, he was playful, but genuine. Your fingertips trailed slowly up his chest to his jaw, his breath hitching under the tingling sensation of your touch. He tilted his head closer to yours, lips close enough to feel the heat of each other's breaths.

"Prove it, Shiki." You whispered, lips ghosting against his own. He wasn't hesitant to react, his lips were chapped yet enticingly warm, moving slow yet early with yours in a soft synchronisation. You parted your mouth slowly, tongues glossing and swirling into each other as his groans of desperation spoke for him. Murayama was the last person you expected to be vocal, he always seemed like the quiet, dominant type to you. While he was dominant, sliding above you, trapping you to the mattress; he was also shamless in his volume. Your cheeks tinted red, mind slipping into escalated scenarios of what would happen if you were to accidentally move your knee slightly towards you, how vocal would he be then? Pulling away to your dismay, Yoshiki buried his face into your shoulder, panting just as heavy as you. Your fingers combed through his curls gently, other arm wrapping around his naked back, drawing patterns into his skin.

"You have no idea-" He breathed, "How long I've been wanting to do that."

"Please, don't hold back anymore." Your lips tugged into a small smile, his rough hands kneading the flesh on your chest and hip.

"If you say so, baby."

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@sleepingprinceoflucis (I remembered you recently got into High&Low and thought of you)

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2021.4.15

什么时候追嗨喽的？感觉已经过了很久了？

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Wowwwwwwwwwwwwwww

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❉ 139 Dreams (Hyuuga Norihisa) Royal

📑 Table of Contents

Request something from my Race to our Dreams! event.

Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life

Word Count: 2,170

Pairing: Reader x Hyuuga

World: High&Low

Notes: Is Hyuuga OOC? I feel like Hyuuga’s OOC. Sorry this took so long to get to you, thank you so much for requesting and I hope you enjoy it ^-^)

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The first time you saw Hyuuga, you were left breathless. The aura he held was one of fury and the way he fought was unstable. He didn’t have a set style, he was a wildcard that couldn’t be predicted, and that terrified you. You had always heard the stories about him and your friends had warned you on more than one occasion to avoid him at all costs, but you had always been attracted toward danger much like a moth to a flame. You knew it would probably burn you, but you just couldn’t help yourself. You knew there was something deeper to this man, deeper than the fury he displayed, deeper than his unwillingness to cooperate peacefully with the rest of S.W.O.R.D. You wanted to know what it was, even if that meant you had to toss yourself into the line of fire.

At first, you settled for watching him from afar. For the most part, he remained at the temple while his men went out to fight and make deals in his place. They were easily powerful enough to get the job done without him, but there were a few occasions when he would rise up and make an appearance himself. You loved watching Hyuuga fight, it was equal parts terrifying and mesmerizing. As time passed, you stopped being quite as careful, wanting to get closer, to learn more about him, but this proved to be a fateful misstep for you. It had been innocent enough; you stepped around the tree farther than you should have to get a better look at him as he sat in the entryway to the temple much like a king would sit upon his throne. And really, you believed he was a king in his own right. Perhaps not in the traditional sense, but there was definitely something about him that fit the role.

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Mahhh babyyyy uuhhuhuhuh <3 i luv this s much huhuhuuhuhuh thank u @therainroguefanfiction

[lamaenthel]

shoutout to paris hilton for not abandoning her ‘micropig’ 

when it turned out that it was a normal piggy who grew up to be a big fat fatty piggu

[chupicronian]

Actually that’s pretty standard size for a micro pig. Pigs are ENORMOUS, dude. The average pig on a farm is 7 feet long and over 700 lbs. A normal pig would be much bigger than Hilton.

EDIT: This is a photo of the world’s smallest recognized breed of pig, the kune kune. I’m sorry cartoons lied to you all.

This is the pot bellied pig, another famous “small” breed.

This is your average adult pig.

[catbountry]

Big ole’ pigs.

[kamiyu910]

Wild boars can feed people for a very long time! I believe this one was 1800 lbs. (largest piggy ever was about 1,984 lbs)

[annabellioncourt]

I NOW KNOW WHY WILD BOARS WERE SO DANGEROUS IN THE DARK AGES HOLY SHIT; RICHARD III I TAKE BACK ALL THE TRASH I TALKED ABOUT YOUR HOUSE CREST GOOD GOD THAT’S TERRIFYING.

[therainroguefanfiction]

❉ Race to our Dreams! (event)

Hello and welcome to my new event, Race to our Dreams! In case you didn’t know, 139 Dreams is a set I started way back in the day (the earliest date I can find is 2018 but I’m pretty sure I started before that because it came from Quizilla) and it holds a very special place in my heart. I’ve been telling myself I would finally complete this set for the past two and a half years and yet… I still have about 60 or so prompts left ^^;) And that is where you come in, my dearest reader. I am opening up requests for this set so I can hopefully get it finished before the end of 2022! Please read all the information before requesting~

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❉ The Rules

Please only choose characters from the list below (these are subject to change.)

These will all be reader x character, I do not write character x character.

I will not accept requests for: NSFW/Smut, incest, religion, politics, non-con, etc.

I will not accept requests for specific disabilities, impairments, or LGBTQ because I have not experienced these things and do not feel that I can write them in a non-offensive way. Exceptions: Anxiety, self-harm, depression.

Please be patient, I am terrible human being and may take more time than you’d like, but I try my best e_e)/

Consider reblogging your fulfilled request so more people can find my work, thank you so much <3

Also consider reblogging this post so more people can find it!

Prompts are first come, first serve. I will do my best to keep it updated but if more than one person requests at the same time, I will give priority to whoever asked first.

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HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAA

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Bishhhh I luvvv rewatching HighandLow like it is always my past time thing but damnnnnnnnn everytime the scene of Smokey babhyyy comes i still cant help but cry like bishhh i already watched these films a couple of times but i still cant help but tear up uhuhhuhuhuhu, miss u Smokey <3 <3 <3

[shiropatootie]

Bishhhhhhhhhhhh, just imagine Murayama pointing at you and shouting out loud

 “SHE’S MINE AND NO ONE CAN MESS WITH HER OR IMMA FUCK U UP!”

yasssssssssssssssssssssssssssss go get it gurlllllll HAHAHAHAHAHA

[shiropatootie]

HUHUHUHUHU im really stressedttttttt out these past few days, plsssssssssss im beggingggggggggg someone plssss give me more Murayama fanficssssss/oneshotssssss. At this moment all I need is Murayama’s love HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAH >_<

[shiropatootie]

Back at it againnnnnnnnnn

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh finally im back ughhhhh i’ve got lots of research papers huhuhhuhuhu i miss tumblr a lot, there’s a lot of awesome people here uhhuhuh <3 love yall

[shiropatootie]

HighandLow and Tokyo Revengers

Bishhhhhhhh, I cant get enough of Tokyo Revengers and High and Low. Like ughhhhhhhhhh can someone plss create fan arts featuring Murayama and Draken ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh luv them both and bishhhh they are both played by the one and only Yuki Yamada my baby <3

[maru6]

Garou, Metal bat and Zenko in turtlenecks.

side note: is there anyone out there still ship batarou? :p

[shiropatootie]

My heart went ooppppppppppppppp damnnn I love the three of the specially Metal bat ughhhh u mah baby <3

[yuujies]

fushiguro & itadori - episode 3

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miss them both uhuhuhuhuhuh

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yassssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss