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liz-on-leash · 2 months ago

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A Bad Friend

[Commissioned]

NewJeans Kang Haerin × Male Reader

Noncon, Drugged, Fingering, Facefuck, Squirting, Creampie

4,850 Words

The air was buzzing with energy as you strolled around inside the college party. The music thumped through the speakers, the bass pulsing in your chest.

The room was alive with movement - bodies swaying, drinks sloshing, laughter and chatter filling the air. The dim lighting cast a warm, hazy glow over the scene, adding to the intoxicating atmosphere.

Amidst the chaos, you spot Haerin sitting alone in the lounge, her phone clutched in her hands. You can't help but notice how her pretty features are tinged with a hint of sadness.

You know she's here because her boyfriend Jihoon invited her, but had to back out at the last minute. Poor thing, all alone at a party where everyone else seems to be having a grand time.

You make your way over to her, a friendly smile on your face. "Yah, Haerin-ah," you call out, drawing her attention. Her face lights up when she sees you, and you can't help but feel a surge of affection. After all, the two of you have been friends since high school.

Haerin's face brightens, her big eyes shining with relief. “Oh, yah…" she calls your nickname, a wide smile spreading across her pretty features. You return the smile as you plop down on the sofa next to her.

"What is a pretty princess doing all alone over here?" you ask, acting not to know the gist of the situation. "Where's your boyfriend?"

Haerin's smile falters slightly as she lets out a small pout. "Jihoon oppa had to leave for a family thing at the last minute," she explains. "Now I'm just waiting around to leave. I already told him I'd get a taxi, but he hasn't replied yet."

You nod sympathetically, placing a comforting hand on her arm. "Well, you don't have to wait around here all by yourself," you offer. "I can give you a ride home if you'd like."

You notice a flash of hesitation in her eyes before she quickly shakes her head. "No, it's okay," she insists. "I will just wait a little longer to see if Jihoon oppa replies. I don't want to put you out."

You know full well that Jihoon has probably warned Haerin to stay away from you. After all, you've never exactly been the model student - you've always been a bit of a troublemaker, much to Jihoon's apparent annoyance.

You remember the smug little smirk on his face whenever he's with Haerin as if he's silently gloating over the fact that he got to "steal" her away from you - that only he manages to get in her pants.

The thought of it irritates you, and you find yourself growing a bit more annoyed than usual before you are pulled from your reverie by Haerin's voice.

"You don't have to worry about me," she says with a smile. "Go have fun! I'll just wait here for a bit."

But you shake your head, returning her smile. "Nonsense, Haerin-ah, I'm your friend, of course, I'm going to keep you company." You stand up, gently squeezing her shoulder. "I will grab us a couple of drinks. Nothing too strong, I know, haha.”

Before she can protest, you turn and make your way towards the drink table. But instead of heading to the main bar, you veer off towards a small, more discreet-looking setup - the "special" booth, as it's known, that provides extra ingredients.

Haerin doesn't seem to suspect a thing as you return with two expertly crafted cocktails in hand.

Haerin flashes you a grateful smile as you return with the drinks. "Thank you so much for spending time with me," she says, taking the cocktail from your hand without a second thought.

As the two of you sip your drinks, you fall into an easy conversation, chatting about classes, professors, and the general chaos of college life. Haerin's cute laugh is music to your ears, and you notice the way her skirt rides up just slightly, exposing the smooth skin of her legs.

Your gaze drifts to the small swell of her breasts beneath her shirt, and you feel your cock start to harden in anticipation.

Before long, Haerin's words begin to slur, her eyelids growing heavy. She doesn't seem to realize her state, continuing to prattle on as you nod and smile, your mind racing with wicked thoughts.

Finally, her voice trails off as she loses consciousness, her head lolling forward.

Right on cue, Haerin's phone on the table lights up with a message from Jihoon, saying he will be there in 30 minutes.

You scoff, cursing that smug bastard under your breath. Haerin is yours for the taking tonight - let's see how proud Jihoon can be after this.

You push aside your anger towards Jihoon, instead focusing your attention on your unconscious friend. You adjust Haerin's posture, guiding her head to rest against the backrest of the couch.

Your fingers caress her soft cheeks, coaxing her lips into a delicate pout. "Such a pretty girl, about to get ruined."

If only she had chosen a better man - for example, someone who didn't constantly get under your skin like Jihoon does. "Oh well," you sigh, "Time to have a taste of Kang Haerin."

The couch is soft beneath Haerin's limp body, her once-vibrant frame now completely pliant and under your full control. You've been planning this moment for weeks, fantasizing about having your way with your friend, and now, with a little help from a potent sedative in her drink, she's at your mercy.

Her long, slender legs, encased in sheer black stockings, dangle over the couch, twitching slightly as if in a dream. You smirk, knowing that soon, she'll be writhing in ecstasy, or so you hope.

Leaning closer, you inhale the sweet scent of her hair, a mix of vanilla and strawberries. Her breathing is slow and steady, a soft purr in her throat indicating she's deep under. You gently brush her jet-black locks away from her flawless porcelain face, exposing her delicate features.

Her lips, usually so quick to challenge and tease, are now slightly parted, revealing a glimpse of her pink tongue. You can't resist running your thumb across her plump lower lip, savoring her warmth. She's so fucking beautiful, and tonight, she's all yours.

Your eyes travel down her body, taking in the sight of her perky breasts rising and falling gently beneath her simple branded white shirt. The fabric is already loosened, hinting at the treasures beneath.

But you're not in a hurry. You want to savor every moment of this violation. Your fingers trace the outline of her nipples, now hard and straining against the thin material. Haerin stirs slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips, but she remains unconscious, a willing victim to your desires.

With slow, deliberate movements, you slide your hand down her flat stomach, the muscles tensing at your touch. Her belly button, a tiny indent, quivers as your fingers poke across it. Further down, your hand reaches the hem of her short skirt. Her pussy, your ultimate destination, awaits.

You lift her hips, bunching her skirt around her waist. Her legs, those long, luscious limbs, fall open, offering you a glimpse of her panties. The fabric is sheer, leaving little to the imagination.

You can see the outline of her bald, swollen pussy lips, already glistening. The scent of her drugged arousal hits you like a punch, a musky, feminine odor that makes your head spin in delight.

You waste no time ripping her panties aside, the sound of tearing fabric filling the lounge. Haerin's cunt is exposed, a pink slit that's already beginning to flower under your intense gaze.

Her clit peeks out from its hood, a tiny pearl begging for attention. You chuckle softly, reaching out to pinch it between your thumb and forefinger.

"Time to wake up, sleeping beauty," you whisper, giving her clit a sharp tug.

Haerin's body jerks, her legs squeezing together as her eyelids flutter, but remain hazy. She tries to speak, but her words are slurred and incoherent.

"Shh, it's me," you soothe, not wanting her to resist. “I'm keeping you company while your boyfriend is gone, remember? And I'm going to make you feel so good."

Your fingers dive into her slit, easily sliding through her juices, coating them in her essence. She's so wet, so ready, despite her confused state. You curl your fingers, searching for her sweet spot, and find it rather quickly.

Haerin's body arches off the couch, her legs shaking as she tries to escape the sudden onslaught of pleasure. "No... stop..." she mumbles, but it's clear she doesn't mean it.

You don't listen anyway. Instead, you thrust two fingers into her tight cunt, pumping them in and out, violating her drugged innocence. Her pussy is hot and unbelievably wet, gripping your fingers. You add a second finger, stretching her, feeling her inner walls clench around you.

"You like that, Haerin-ah? You like being fucked by my fingers while you're out cold?" you taunt, slamming your digits into her harder.

Her eyes roll back, and she whimpers, her body betraying her. You lean down, biting her neck, marking her as you continue to finger-fuck her mercilessly. Her cunt is making lewd squelching sounds, filling the air with the scent of her sex.

Withdrawing your fingers, you admire her gaping hole, then deliver a sharp slap to her pussy lips, leaving a red handprint on her pale skin.

"You're so wet for me. I had no idea you're such a slut. Maybe Jihoon never made you cum like this," you sneer, slapping her again, enjoying her whimpers.

Haerin's eyes focus on you, a mix of confusion and lust clouding her vision. She tries to push you away, but her drugged state leaves her weak. "I'm… Hnn…" she manages, her voice hoarse.

You laugh, grabbing her thighs, and forcing her legs apart again. "You'll be begging for more soon. I'm gonna make you cum so hard you'll forget his name."

Your fingers dive back into her, curling and twisting, finding that sweet spot again. Haerin's body goes rigid, her back arching off the couch as she whines, a high-pitched sound of pure ecstasy. Her pussy clamps down on your fingers, milking them as her orgasm rips through her.

“There you go, cum for me," you encourage, pounding her cunt with your hand.

Her canal spasms uncontrollably, soaking your hand as she rides out her climax. You keep working on her, determined to make her cum again. Haerin's body trembles, her legs shaking violently as she tries to push you away, but you're relentless.

"Please... stop... can't take more..." she begs, her voice weak.

Ignoring her pleas, you show no mercy, adding a third finger, stretching her to the limit. Her pussy is a mess, juices running down her thighs, but you don't care. You want to degrade her, own her in this moment.

Withdrawing your fingers, you lift them to your mouth, sucking her essence off, savoring her taste. Then, grabbing her head, you shove your fingers into her mouth, forcing her to taste herself.

"Lick them clean, you dirty girl," you command, holding her head still.

Haerin's hazy eyes are wide with shock, but she obeys, her pink tongue swirling around your fingers, cleaning them of her own juices. You grin, knowing you've marked her in more ways than one.

As you release her, Haerin collapses back onto the couch, her chest heaving, her body spent. You admire your handiwork, knowing you've given her an experience she will never forget. That is if she even remembers any of this at all.

Haerin's body lies beneath you, her awareness gradually returning to reveal the violation you've already inflicted. Her eyes, like pools of molten honey, weakly flicker open, revealing a haze of confusion and vulnerability that excites you to no end.

With a smile, you straddle her delicate frame, positioning your throbbing erection directly in her line of sight, ensuring her quivering limbs are trapped between your powerful legs. Her chest rises and falls beneath you, the thin shirt now clinging to her sweat-soaked skin, outlining the rigid peaks of her nipples.

Haerin's breath catches, her body stiffening beneath your weight, as she becomes aware of the predator above her. You can almost taste her fear, a delicious appetizer to the main course you're about to serve.

Her gaze locks onto your bulging crotch, her eyes widening as they take in the impressive length and girth of your cock, already straining free against the confines of your clothing.

"Open wide," you say, your voice dripping with lust as you grab a fistful of her silky hair, exposing her slender neck.

She tries to resist, a feeble attempt at rebellion, but her drugged state leaves her powerless against your strength. You yank her head towards your aching cock, making her whimper as her soft, pink lips part in anticipation.

Her breath, hot and moist, washes over the sensitive head, causing it to throb and leak a thick bead of pre-cum.

"Come on, take it in," you coax, using her hair to guide her mouth onto your shaft.

Her lips touch the tip, hesitantly at first, then with more urgency as the taste of you excites her senses. Her mouth feels like a warm, wet glove as you push forward, inch by inch, stretching her lips around your thickness.

A strangled moan escapes her, accompanied by a flood of drool that coats your shaft, making it glisten in the dim light. "Suck it, Haerin-ah," you command, your voice hoarse. "Show me how much you love my cock."

Her eyes, glazed with lust and confusion, meet yours as she reluctantly begins to move her head, taking you deeper into her mouth. The sensation is exquisite—her tongue, still groggy from the drug, clumsily caresses the underside of your cock, sending shocks of pleasure through your body.

You hold her head in a firm grip, controlling the pace as you start to face-fuck her with deliberate thrusts. Her eyes water, tears mixing with the drool that freely flows from her mouth, creating a wet, sloppy symphony as you plunge her mouth. The sound of her gagging and the sight of her struggling only serve to heighten your arousal.

"Look at me. Are you secretly a cock-craving whore, Kang Haerin?" you sneer, forcing her to maintain eye contact as you fuck her mouth with increasing ferocity.

Haerin's throat contracts around your shaft, her body's natural response to the invasion, and it sends a jolt of pleasure through your nerves. You thrust harder, her nose buried in your pubic bone, her breath hot and desperate against your balls.

With each thrust, you feel her resistance melting away, her mouth becoming a willing participant in this depraved act. Her tongue, now more alert, swirls and flicks, learning the contours of your cock, making you grit your teeth to hold back your release.

“Ohh, fuck… I'm going to feed you so much of my cum,” you groan, slamming into her mouth with abandon.

Her eyes roll back, her body trembling beneath you as she tries to process the overwhelming sensations. Her hands weakly push against your thighs, a futile attempt to create some distance, but you easily swat them away, holding her in place.

As you pound her mouth, her lips and throat provide a tight, wet sheath for your cock, massaging and sucking you with each withdrawal and penetration. The slurping, gagging sounds fill the room.

"Swallow it all, or I can make you wear it and parade you all around the venue," you threaten, your voice desperate with impending release.

With a final surge, you unleash a torrent of hot cum down her throat, holding her head in an iron grip as you empty your balls. Haerin chokes and sputters, her eyes bulging as she tries to swallow, but you keep her impaled, forcing her to take every thick rope of your seed down her stomach.

You feel her throat muscles working, massaging your sensitive cock as she struggles to accommodate your load. Finally, you release her, allowing her head to fall back, her mouth hanging open, glistening with the evidence of your pleasure.

Gasping for air, she stares up at you, her expression a mix of shame, pleasure, and disbelief. You admire the sight of her, knowing you've pushed her boundaries, marked her as your own.

Adjusting your clothing, you shoot a final, possessive remark. “Remember this moment, Haerin-ah. Tonight, You're mine to fuck however I please."

Just as you're about to tuck yourself away, the sound of giggling and high-heeled footsteps approaches. Two women, clearly inebriated, stumble into the lounge, their eyes widening at the sight before them.

"Oh, shit! Are we interrupting something?" one of them slurs, her eyes flicking between Haerin's disheveled form and your half-exposed crotch.

You let out a bark of laughter, relishing the momentary confusion on their faces. "Not at all, ladies. Just having a bit of fun. Come on in, I was just finishing up anyway."

The taller of the two, a blonde with smudged makeup, raises an eyebrow. "Finishing up? Looks like the party's just getting started." She winks, taking a step closer, her gaze lingering on your brunette friend.

You'd love to stay and play, especially with Haerin's warm, cum-soaked body still waiting for you, but you're aware of the ticking clock. Her boyfriend is on his way, and you have no intention of ruining your plan.

"Tempting as it is, I've got other plans for this one," you say, nodding towards Haerin. "But feel free to help yourselves to a drink."

With that, you scoop Haerin into your arms, her body limp and pliant, and gather her belongings. She mumbles incoherently, her eyes blinking as she tries to focus on your face.

"Where... what...?" she slurs, her voice hoarse from the rough face-fucking.

"We're going for a short ride, baby," you whisper, nuzzling her neck. "And then I'm gonna finish what I started."

You stride towards the door, Haerin's body cradled against your chest, her legs sagging, still bearing the marks of your fingers. The two women watch, mouths agape in a chuckle as you exit.

Outside, you gently deposit Haerin into the backseat of your car, arranging her skirt to provide a modicum of modesty. Her eyes drift shut again, her body surrendering to the drug's pull. You start the engine, a devious plan forming in your mind.

"Time to take this party somewhere more private, Haerin-ah," you mutter, pulling away from the curb.

The drive to your apartment is a blur of streetlights and growing lust. Haerin remains unconscious, her body swaying with the motion of the car. You can't wait to have her again, to mark every inch of her without the fear of interruption.

As you pull into the empty parking lot of your building, the excitement builds. You carry her up the stairs, relishing the weight of her in your arms, and unlock your door, stepping into the quiet sanctuary of your home.

Haerin's eyes flutter open momentarily as you lay her on your bed, the soft sheets welcoming her small body. She blinks, trying to focus, her lips forming a question.

Your gaze remains fixed on Haerin's body as you begin to undress, your cock already stirring back to life, eager for another round. You peel off your clothes, revealing your muscular frame, every inch of you focused on the beauty lying on your bed.

Her eyes, slightly clearer, watch you with fear as she processes her surroundings. In one motion, you yank her skirt up, exposing her stocking-clad legs.

The delicate fabric clings to her thighs, accentuating her slender limbs. You then tear the material away, leaving her stockings intact as a sexy contrast to her pale skin.

Haerin's breath quickens as you pull her body up to remove her shirt, her movements weak and uncoordinated. She blinks rapidly, trying to clear the haze from her mind. "No... please..." she whimpers, a feeble attempt at resistance.

You snatch her shirt and bra from her body in one swift motion, baring her perky breasts. Her nipples, already hard and erect, stand at attention, begging for attention.

"Relax, Haerin-ah," you whisper, your voice a low, menacing purr. "You're gonna beg for more after I'm done. Trust me."

She tries to push against your chest, but you easily overpower her, pinning her hands above her head, holding her in place. "Why are you doing this? We're friends..." she pleads, her voice cracking.

You lean down, your lips brushing against her ear. "Friends fuck, Haerin. And I've been wanting to fuck you for a long time. Especially now, to teach that asshole boyfriend of yours a lesson."

Her eyes widen at your words, a mix of anger and unwanted arousal flashing across her face. Before she can respond, you align your throbbing cock with her sticky slit, the tip already slick with her juices.

"No... please, not like this..." she begs, her voice breaking as you tease her entrance, not yet granting her the penetration her drunk body craves.

With one thrust, you bury yourself deep inside her, claiming her pussy in one stroke. Her eyes roll back, and she screams, the sound raw and primal. “Ohh God—!"

Her body trembles beneath you, her pussy gripping your shaft like a vice, milking you as her internal muscles spasm. You feel her heat, her wetness, enveloping you, welcoming you home.

"Scream harder for me," you grunt, pulling out almost entirely before slamming back into her, over and over, setting a brutal pace.

Haerin's cries fill the room, a mixture of pleasure and pain. "Oh God, oh God, please... it's too much..." she sobs, her body shaking with each violent thrust.

You show no mercy, pounding into her, your balls slapping against her ass with each retreat and advance. Her pussy is so tight, her walls massaging your cock, threatening to milk your load prematurely.

"You feel that, Haerin? My cock owning your pussy?" you grunt, reaching down to pinch her hard nipples, making her arch her back.

"Yes... oh yes... I feel it..." she cries, her voice hoarse. "It's... too much..."

You lean down, biting her neck, marking her as yours. "You're gonna take it all, every inch, and you're gonna beg for more," you promise, your voice a gravelly growl.

With each thrust, you go deeper, harder, your cock hitting her cervix, making her see stars. Her body is a mess of sensations, the drug intensifying every touch, every penetration.

"Please... I can't... I'm gonna..." Haerin's words trail off as her body tenses, her pussy clamping down on your cock as she's hit with a powerful orgasm.

You don't let up, continuing to pound her through her climax, determined to make her see stars again. Her screams echo in the room, a testament to the raw, animalistic sex unfolding on your bed.

As Haerin's resistance crumbles, you release her wrists, knowing she's now completely at your mercy. Instead, you grasp her hips, your fingers digging into her flesh, and lift her, angling her body to meet your relentless assault. She clutches the sheets beneath her, her knuckles turning white, as she screams, her voice raw and hoarse.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she cries, her words becoming indistinguishable from the guttural sounds of pleasure and pain.

You watch her face, contorted in ecstasy, as you thrust into her roughly. Her eyes, wild and unfocused, stare up at you, pleading and inviting at the same time. Your cock, a rigid piston, disappears into her wet heat with each forward lunge, only to emerge slick and glistening before slamming back home.

The force of your thrusts lifts her body off the bed, her ass meeting your groin with a satisfying smack on each downstroke. You feel her inner walls, hot and slick, gripping and massaging your shaft, threatening to milk your cum prematurely. But you hold back, wanting to drive her to the brink of insanity.

Her pussy, now raw and swollen, stretches to accommodate your thickness, the lips molding around your girth, leaving a red, puffy outline as you withdraw. Her juices flow freely, coating your cock and balls, creating a lewd, glistening display.

"Please, stop, it hurts!" Haerin begs, her voice cracking. "Your cock... it's in my stomach... it hurts so much!"

You chuckle, withdrawing almost entirely before slamming back into her, making her body jerk. "Liar. You love it. You're just a dirty cum slut who can't get enough."

Her cries turn to incoherent moans as you lean down, your free hand pressing against her distended belly, adding a new layer of sensation to her already overstimulated body. Her orgasm, which had momentarily subsided, reignites with a vengeance.

"No... again... can't..." she whimpers, her legs stiffening, her body shaking as she's hit with another powerful climax.

You feel her pussy convulsing around your cock, trying to pull your seed from your balls. With each spasm, you thrust harder, driving her over the edge again and again.

Haerin's body goes rigid, her back arching off the bed, as she screams, her throat raw from her incessant cries. Her pussy clamps down on you, a grip that threatens to send you over the edge.

You violate her deeper, harder, your balls slapping against her swollen, sensitive lips, driving her to the brink of consciousness. Her tits, bouncing wildly with each impact, leave a trail of saliva and sweat as they sway with the rhythm of your pounding.

"Cum for me again, Haerin-ah," you demand, your voice a raspy command. "Let me feel that pussy squeeze my cock."

Haerin's body convulses, her orgasm ripping through her like an electric current, causing her to see stars. Her juices flow, adding to the wet, sloppy sounds of your fucking, as she surrenders to the pleasure you're inflicting upon her.

As your climax approaches, you feel the familiar tightening in your balls, the knot forming, signaling your impending release. Your thrusts become more deliberate, slower, as you savor the moment.

Coincidentally, Haerin's phone starts ringing, its shrill tone cutting through the room. You see the caller—her boyfriend. An evil grin spreads across your face as you withdraw from her, leaving her pussy gaping, glistening with her juices.

Haerin, sensing a momentary respite, flips onto her stomach, her body trembling, as she tries to crawl away, her movements uncoordinated and weak. You chuckle, striding across the room to answer the phone.

"Jihoon sunbaenim? How's it going?" you answer, your voice laced with false formality.

Haerin, hearing her boyfriend's voice, freezes, her eyes wide with panic. You toss the phone onto the bed beside her, the screen lighting up her tear-streaked face.

"He wants to talk, Haerin-ah. Go ahead, explain what you've been up to."

She shakes her head, her body trembling, as she tries to cover herself with the sheets. "Please... don't..." she begs, her voice vibrating.

Ignoring her pleas, you grab her by the waist, pulling her up onto all fours, her ass high in the air, presenting herself to you. She knows what's coming, her body betraying her as she begins to leak fresh juices, her pussy still swollen from your rough treatment.

"Looks like she's too busy to talk right now," you say into the phone, positioning yourself behind her. "But I'll be sure to pass on your regards."

With that, you plunge back into her, your thick cock stretching her well-used hole. Haerin screams, her hand flying to her mouth to muffle the sound, but it's no use. Jihoon's voice, now frantic, fills the room as he hears her cries.

You grip her hips, holding her in place, as you begin to pound into her from behind, your balls slapping against her clit. Her body is a canvas of pleasure and pain, her ass cheeks quivering with each impact.

"Fuck! Fuck! Oh God— No!" Haerin screams, her voice muffled by her hand, her body betraying her as she pushes back against your thrusts, meeting your rhythm.

You reach around, grabbing a fistful of her hair, and yank her head back, arching her body, exposing her neck.

Her response is a guttural moan, her body going limp as she resigns to the sensations coursing through her veins. You feel her pussy clench around your cock, milking you as she's hit with another powerful orgasm.

With a throaty grunt, you unleash your load deep inside her, your cock pulsing as you fill her womb with your seed. Haerin screams, her body shaking, as she's forced over the edge once more, her juices flowing to mix with your cum.

You hold her in place, your cock twitching as you empty yourself into her, before pulling out with a loud, wet squelch. Haerin collapses, unconscious, her body spent and satisfied.

You laugh, ending the call, and head to the kitchen, leaving her lying there, sated and vulnerable. As you pour yourself a drink, you can't help but chuckle, anticipating her reaction when she wakes up, the realization of what her trusted friend has done.

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atrophiedemotion · 4 months ago

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ivantill cafeteria scene analysis

keep in mind that this is fully just my personal opinion and interpretation of the scene okay cool

the cafeteria scene from round 6 has always been really interesting to me, and i've seen a lot of people take it different ways, so i just wanted to walk through my view of it because it's such a telling scene about their dynamic more recently than as kids

the scene starts with a shot of till during the round that looks to be from ivan's pov, showing us what he's seeing in the moment, and flashes back to one of ivan's memories from anakt.

considering the almost identical expressions till is wearing in both shots, it seems to be ivan thinking back to a time he saw till look the way he does in round 6- miserable, hopeless, defeated. like he's given up.

we then see ivan noticing till's apparent resignation and shitty mood (because of course he notices, it's his personal watching till time after all), then getting up to go bother him. i say 'bother him', and it definitely looks like that's what he's doing, but i don't think that's ivan's goal. i think ivan's goal is to comfort, or at least distract till.

despite their juvenile fights, we've never seen ivan actually want to cause till true harm. his lyrics in both black sorrow and cure are caring and reverent, making it apparent that ivan really does just love and care for him and just wants to be able to do things for till. this is furthered ofc by the whole post-club scene where ivan looks absolutely devastated seeing the state till is in.

i always reference back to my mirroring post bc it explains the way i imagine ivan's train of thought, and it applies here again. ivan does not know how to comfort till in a conventional way (probably for a few reasons; till is different from the other students, both in the way he acts and displays his emotions, and in ivan's opinion of him. till is special to ivan, he usually drops his mask around him so meaningless platitudes wouldn't be right) but he does know how to get till's attention on him and out of his own head.

all this being said- what ivan does next:

he swipes his hand across the cut on till's cheek. yeah, i know, definitely not what most people would consider 'comforting their friend' but that's what makes sense to ivan. 'how could i possibly distract him if he seems to ignore me most of the time?' (for now looking past the fact that till actually seems comfortable in ivan's quiet company, ivan's too single-focused to realize that)

and, well, i mean. he's right. till gets visibly disgruntled. he doesn't exactly look pissed as much as he looks caught the hell off guard, but it grabs his attention.

ivan, on the other hand, looks almost fond to me. i don't know, i just don't really think he looks smug even though i'm assuming that might be the general consensus. he almost seems a bit soft. to me, it looks like he's adoringly thinking, 'it worked. there, no time to be sad anymore, huh?' he probably is proud of himself for it, but not really in a selfish way.

till, of course, sees that it's ivan who's messing with him, and turns away.

i've also talked about this but at this age it really does seem like till's mindset when it comes to ivan is something along the lines of, 'oh, it's just ivan. he's fucking weird, that's just how he is' and more or less shrugs it off. he's used to ivan's "quirks" it seems.

this, till looking at ivan only to immediately look away, won't do. he only caught his attention for a few seconds, so i assume ivan's next logical move is to do something that will get an even bigger reaction. (ivan is a logical thinker, after all, at least in my perception of him)

so he. ya know. does that. which really seems like a great way to get himself punched, right? which honestly is also probably his plan. have till explode in anger, forget whatever happened for him to be injured in the first place, and ivan gets his undivided attention for a period of time. a win-win.

and you might be saying "oh, but couldn't ivan have just been doing that selfishly? we know his main goal is to get till to look at him." to which i say, yeah fair. i don't think this was done completely selflessly (i don't think anything ivan does is fully selfless but that's perhaps for another day) at all, he could've gone at it a different unconventional way if it was. but i think he probably sees it as mutually beneficial.

yes, it does seem like a way to show ivan wanting to keep till's eyes and attention on him. an example of how he seeks out till's attention no matter what, but the preceding shot of a hopeless till reminds ivan of this particular interaction for a reason.

there had to have been a motive behind what he did and why he did it then, and what we have to go off of for that is the first three shots. till wearing the same misery on two different occasions and ivan noticing. with that information, it's really not a stretch that this could be ivan's fucked up version of comfort.

#ivantill #alnst ivan #alnst till #alien stage #screaming into the abyss this pathetic homosexual will not leave my mind #i want to give him a dbt workbook or like. a human interaction guide idfk /lh #alien stage ivan #alien stage till #alien stage round 6 #alnst meta #cast's analyses

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toomanythoughts2 · 3 months ago

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I like to think that Murderface's genuine love for history came from a teacher. For all his stupid shit, Murderface really does know his stuff when it comes to historical artifacts (not counting the comics cause they're not canon)

I could imagine a young Murderface, already ostracized by his classmates and teachers in the school. He's angry and upset, but he's also volatile. No one wants to deal with him, not the students and not the teachers. He's halfway out the door of being expelled by the time he hits 4th grade. But one teacher decides to truly look at him and see him for what he is, a sad little boy who was given a shitty start in life. This teacher would do everything they could to get him engaged in something, anything. The other teachers call him a lost cause, just let the system work him out and focus on the other students. But they don't give up. Murderface notices the persistence and doesn't know how to feel about it, unnerved, because no one has ever given him this much attention before. Then, finally, the teacher finds his niche.

He has a love for the macabre, specifically medieval torture devices. I'm pretty sure every school in America has that one torture device book that probably shouldn't be there but is. (I CANT FIND THE BOOK IM THINKING OF BUT ITS ONE OF THOSE WHITE INFORMATIVE BOOKS, EYEWITNESS BOOKS, ABOUT THE TORTURE DEVICES)

Anyway, the teacher finds his spark and they spend time together pouring over it. And Murderface is enthralled because he's never been so into something before, let alone with someone who wants to be around him. I can see him spending the rest of his school year forfeiting his recess and free time to spend reading the book over and over again and spending time inside with the teacher. Murderface isn't totally cool with school and still hates it, but that teacher has Murderface’s respect, which already is a huge deal for everyone in the school. They've never seen him listen to a teacher before until then.

As time goes on, Murderface’s love for history grows, but he always thinks fondly of the teacher who never gave up on him.

#metalocalypse #william murderface #metalocalypse headcanons

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writingforatwistedworld · 2 years ago

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self aware au: basically the same request where the reader enters the game world and when he finds a certain character, hugs them and says how amazing he is, but this time, with Floyd, Ruggie and Jade. I feel like they deserve to be appreciated.

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, violence, manipulation, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, fighting

Ruggie Bucchi/Jade Leech/Floyd Leech-Player hugs them and tells them how amazing they are

*sobs* I'm so sorry but I don't know whether I should be happy or terrified

You see, Ruggie was always the one making sure that everyone back home was doing well

Please don't think that his family is ungrateful but after a while you just get used to the “Thank you”s and they become just monotone

So imagine someone outside of his circle, may I add the Overseer, is suddenly coming up to him and telling him that he is amazing

Did I mention the hug? Oh yeah, you also did that

He was just walking down the hallway, having to run an errand for the wannabe king of Savanaclaw, and then something just barrels into his side

It's a miracle he didn't hear you from miles away, those beastmen genetics can be quite useful, but let us say that he has been more than just busy on that day

Reggie was ready to defend himself only to notice that... someone was hugging him??!

The hyena was expecting everything but that.

Having to work for his boss had made him one or two enemies so it would have been no surprise if he was attacked

But no. Here you were in your entire glory, hugging one who was the lowest of the low like he was some sort of priceless treasure

And then you told him how amazing you think he is. Please hold on to him, I think he might fall over from shock

Now to the not so pretty part, becoming part of that circle

Now, I'm not saying that his family is made up of bad people but you have that special pedestal

And boy is that pedestal high.

Ever wondered why it has become so hard to talk with others? Well they all have gotten hurt

Only your dear admirer friend Ruggie is still by your side. Him alone. Just how it should be

So we are talking about the butler danger noodle

He is, how should I say this, always rather busy

Whether his day is filled with making sure that the noodle beside him, also known as his twin, is not beating people left and right up or doing what Azul ells him

Oh right! Almost forgot Mostro Louge, that too

But I think we all can agree that even though he doesn't show it he is pretty much overworked

So imagine how elated he must be when someone finally notices all his hard work

Here you were, hugging the hat stand tightly whilst telling him how amazing he is

You see him turning his head away? He is just getting a bit shy

I mean, no matter how suave you try to be there is always that tiny bit of you that wants recognition

And this is where the fluff ends

You see, that tiny bit of positive attention you gave him had felt so good and who is he to deny such a great feeling?

His shoulders were feeling so light, his neck not stiff and his thoughts clear again

Were you having this effect because you were the Overseer or was it simply because you cared?

But remember, he can be double as cruel as he can be kind

It started slow, students looking at you nervously which soon ended in empty hallways the second you entered them

How sad! Seems like they all were just acting like they liked you. But don't you worry. Jade will be with you now and always

So we are returning the squeezing now?

But jokes aside, you actually made the usual loud eel very silent for a moment

I don't think that Floyd would be just that loud, violent person but also someone who has a lot more going on in their head than they show

And also, he is probably pretty touch starved because of his rather unpleasant reputation

So here we have an eel who could use a hug and some affection, platonic or not, and who is to deny him that? (You probably should)

Imagine his surprise when he saw you waiting in front of Mostro Lounge

It was almost like a dream, the person he had always admired finally standing in front of him

He was in fact so enthralled that he didn't even notice how a smile formed on your face and you ran towards him

Only when your arms snaked around his torso did he finally notice that you were hugging him

And then you told him how amazing he was!

Jade was lowkey afraid of the calm expression he made the entire day after that

But why are there so many students in the infirmary since you met him?

Floyd has no positive reputation to loose and he knows that

So why hold back?

There are just so many annoyances in this school taking your affection which obviously belongs to him

So don't talk with that student whom you met yesterday. Your Floyd is here, right? So why are you looking for someone else??!

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shinayashipper · 7 months ago

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Puzzleship role-reversal AU following Egyptian boy Atem who transfered schools to Japan because of his father's job. As a son of a busy, high political figure, Atem constantly changes schools and have very little friends aside from Mahad and Mana who are the children of his father's close colleagues. (The other kids also got scared of him because his father is a powerful figure / only attempting to befriend him to gain benefits).

Atem grew up with strict lessons and pressure. Always have to be the best in everything. He always tried to maintain an aloof, cool-headed, always reliable leader persona, but in truth he's very shy and anxious. His only comfort was playing games, but it's very lonely to play alone (and he's not so fond of online games) (Mahad and Mana play with him but Mahad is older and doesn't have time to play childish games with him and Mana has other interests)

Atem had changed schools a lot, but it's the first time he moved overseas. He didn't know anyone in Japan and only spoke the language a limited amount (even tho his lessons back in Egypt always drilled the language into his brain but with no one to talk to it's pretty hard).

He instantly became The Talk at Domino High as "The cute/cool foreign transfer student from Egypt" and he didn't really like the attention. He became closed-off and only interact with his classmates a minimal amount, even tho he had always wanted to make more friends. (Now people thought he got a Mean Look, because of the frown 😂). Anzu was the first person who greeted him in good-faith because she purely wanted to get to know him and make him feel accepted in class (but he always brushed her off too). Jou and Honda are still part of The Delinquents(TM) and Jou just hated Atem's guts because he thought Atem is "snobby little Rich Kid". Kaiba is still Kaiba and he just Doesn't Care much.

One day, Atem got some free time and decided to visit a nearby game store: Kame Game. It's kind-of old and there's more board games and puzzle games instead of the ever-popular digital ones. But this is how Atem loves his games. (And there's always a weekly little tournament where kids can play Card Games against each other. Very Fun!).

When he came in, the store was empty and dark, but the store still has the "Open" sign at the door so Atem just kept going. There sits an open wooden box with silver carvings on one of the small table where kids play. Atem was intrigued to get closer and he saw some... wooden blocks. Maybe a Puzzle? Atem loves solving puzzles. Because this is just left alone on the play table, it means he can try it right? So he tried Solving it...

And as if the Puzzle itself was calling and urging him to Solve it... he's assembling it very smoothly. He can finally see that it's forming some kind of pendant, just a few more blocks but Grandpa Sugoroku suddenly appears and surprised him 😂 Gramps saw him with the Puzzle/Pendant and you know I really like the idea of him Knowing More than he lets on, he told Atem that this Puzzle was an artifact from The Gods' Time and whoever solved it will get a Wish come true. He urged Atem to take it home and solve it in peace. It might help you in some way, he told him.

So Atem brought The Puzzle home, thinking how that grampa was kind of Weird, but he's also intrigued with the Puzzle- so he's going to solve it. And a wish coming true doesn't sound bad at all...

Atem had solved it Perfectly, and it was a pendant. But nothing happens. Ha! What wish... Atem thought it's probably just Sugoroku's attempt to make him come back to the store and buy something. Atem was kind of Sad tho. But nevermind that, he got a new pendant now, so he wear it immediately and went to sleep. (Having strange Dreams about Storms and a boy with white robes and wearing The Pendant Facing Them... but he's not going to dwell with it- he must be Tired)

#puzzleshipping #reverse au #sorry its getting too long I have more notes but this post is getting too much ahaha sorry

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zeroclockk · 5 months ago

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— ⋆˙⟡ Love Your Feeling (JJK) || Chapter four

- Handling It₊˚⊹♡

“I can handle myself Yoongi,” I look down. “How do you know? He doesn't turn into Dad. How do you know he won't lay an unwanted hand on you,"

Pair: jjk x femOC, college students, best friends

Word count: 7.3k

Warning: this chapter includes explicit scenes, mentions of abuse and past SA⚠️

masterlist || taglist

!Friends to Lovers, Protective Brother, Secret Dating, Friends with Benefits, Angst, Mature content, Dysfunctional Family, Fluff, Smut, Mentions of Alcoholism and Abuse

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Time passes quickly at Jungkook’s place, or maybe just with Jungkook. It’s so effortless that sometimes I wish everything would go so smoothly.

It’s probably one of the only moments in my week that I feel properly comfortable. And it’s an awful shame that, that comfort has to come to an end. Before Yoongi goes all crazy mode again.

“Noooo I don’t wanna go,” I’m in this mood, where I just want to do nothing and where there’s just a small sadness settles within my chest, it makes me clingy. Only around the right people, if I were to be around Yoongi right now I’d probably be pissed off getting yelled at.

And how much I hate it, every good has to come to an end. And after The Titanic, some lazy monopoly game -that I won- so does this night.

By the time we spent 3 hours and 16 minutes watching The Titanic, I still hadn’t cheered up. So we moved to plan B, choosing a movie that’s not on the “classics” list. I picked one of my favourite animated movies, ‘I Want To Eat Your Pancreas’. Needless to say, it didn’t make it through the movie with dry cheeks.

And neither did Jungkook. I saw he was trying to act tough, but I caught him blinking a tear away.

He hadn’t watched it yet, it was a movie from my favourites list I’d been dying to watch with him. It always hits a soft spot.

“You gotta go, Bun,” It’s awful how he’s right. If I don’t go home now I’ll get in trouble, again. Going to the gym is more fun than going home, and I seriously hate the gym. "Uhg you want me gone so bad," I'm sprawled out on his carpet nearly dragging him down with me, as he tries to drag me inches closer to his front door, holding me by my wrists.

"Yes, leave," He drops my wrists back to the ground, really I could just stay on the ground here if it meant I didn't have to go home. though I have to give in before it gets too late. With a huge sigh, I get up to my feet grab his hoodie from the couch, and take it with me.

"Later Koo," I give him a high five, dragging one foot in front of the other as I get to the front door.

It is quiet out, there's a cold chill that settled inside Jungkook's stairwell. Pressing the down button on the elevator.

My earphones are completely tangled, I should probably save up for some AirPods. I've borrowed Jia's AirPods before and I basically fell in love with them ever since. With music now settling in my ears, I step inside the elevator.

It's awfully quiet out on the road. It's one of those nights where you feel like others can just feel the sadness radiating from you, even though you're not even sad. You just have this strong load of nothingness, sure it might have a little depressed hint to it, and sure I feel like if I missed my bus right now, I'd break down crying.

But luckily I don't, It's perfectly timed actually. right as I step out of Jungkook's building, my bus appears around the corner. Not paying attention to anyone that's around me, there's exactly one person who highlights the place. Just after I checked in and turned to the bus aisle to get seated, Taehyung is sat there, right at the end of the bus.

I debate for a second if I should sit next to him or not, but the moment he makes eye contact with me it just feels weird not to. I shoot him a small tight-lipped smile whilst making my way over to the seat next to him.

"Hey," I tell him as he waves a little at me, giving me one of his gorgeous smiles. "What are you doing here? I've never seen you take this bus before," I try to sound the most genuine not to be rude, I mean I am genuine. I've seriously never seen him on this bus before, and I take this bus a lot. It's the only bus that goes from the city to the suburbs, Or the only one that goes from Jungkook's apartment To mine.

"Oh well, you know... There's this awesome girl that just has been ignoring me for two days now, I was going to check up on her," He tells me, and then I'm sat there thinking I had a chance with him. But then he gives me this look, eyebrows raised, eyes slightly in a pouty look. is he talking about me? I mean, I haven't used my phone since my fight with Yoongi, so that includes not responding to him.

I point at myself with raised eyebrows, nonverbally asking if he was going to my place. Which he responds to with a small smile followed by a nod of his head, confirming my assumptions.

"Ah well, my phone got partially smashed and, I swear it’s getting worse by the hour... I haven't charged it since, sorry," I apologize. "How'd you even find out where I live anyway?" None of my friends have ever been to my home, Jungkook's first time was today. Taehyung doesn't know Yoongi so it couldn't have been him either... But my thoughts are cut off by his response "Oh! my brother's dating Ashley,"

of course, I know Ashley, she's been to my house plenty of times... I think. I don't know, She's a really good friend of Yoongi's. They've known each other for as long as I've existed. Even after all the years they've been friends, I haven't really gotten to know her. She comes by sometimes, so I only see a glimpse of her. The past couple of years have been pretty quiet, though I see her texts sometimes and I see her Instagram stories.

Though whenever I have women's problems, where Yoongi doesn’t know what to do. Hell call her up and ask her for advice, or to come by and handle the situation.

This one time I thought I was having my first period and I just needed pads, he called Ashley to get some and explain to me how they work.

Then this other time my boobs first started coming through and I needed to go bra shopping. Yoongi and I made it to the store but the second he saw a bra, he magically turned into Ashley. Yoongi was nowhere to be found unit later that evening, with a cake to celebrate the birth of my boobs. Yeah, I wish I was lying.

There settles an awkward silence between me and Taehyung, it's late in the evening so we're the only two on the bus besides the driver. the drive doesn't take long, it's about 12 minutes from point A to B.

It's by the time we hit the start of the suburbs that a thought pops into my head. All scenarios flash through my brain if I had stayed home today. Taehyung probably would've stumbled upon Yoongi, I don't want to know how things would've ended then. I know it would be bad but...

I shouldn’t be worrying about this, I don’t forbid him from seeing girls. Ignored their existence even, not that there ever were many girls at the apartment. I’m too scared to even let people in, too bothered by a stupid reputation nobody cares about.

I don’t care if he’s banged some girl he doesn’t know, I don’t care if he’s going to propose to someone next week. Okay well, that’s a stretch. The point is, it doesn’t matter to me what he’s doing with who and where, neither should he.

Now it's only two stops away from my destination and I'm freaking out. "Uhm Taehyung, I really don't mean to be rude but.. you have to get off," which obviously leaves him confused, I’d be too if this random person from school told me to ‘get off’ for no valid given reason.

"What? Why? It's late I thought I'd walk you home," Gosh, bless him and his sweet heart.

"Although I'd seriously love for you to walk me home, Yoongi is going to kill the both of us if he sees us together, so please do me a favour and get off. I promise I'll make it up to you," I plead. He must see how panicked I look, cause his expression softens and he gives in whilst I apologize to him profusely.

He waves it off as an 'I'ts fine' and then goes to stand outside, watching the bus pass by leaving him behind.

I shoot him one last apologetic smile, gosh I feel guilty. The first thing I’ll do when I get home is text him because this is just a shitty thing to do without a proper explanation. He doesn't know Yoongi, he doesn't know how the situation sits, I hope he'll be understanding.

With a big sigh, I try to relieve the stress off of my shoulders, I spot someone in the corner of my eye that looks all too familiar. Walking on the sidewalk past the next bus stop that the bus reaches. I'm so glad I pushed Taehyung off of the bus cause, speaking of the devil, Yoongi is walking home. I quickly press the stop button and run off the bus trying my best to catch up to Yoongi.

"Heyy Yoongelss!," I sound totally fine, not suspicious at all. I probably sound mostly out of breath, from the run over here.

I can see him raise on eyebrow squinting his eyes a little at me. "where have you been!!," I try my best to show my interest in him, getting all spotlights to go his way.

"Uhm, I just got back from Seokjin and Namjoon’s place," he explains. Seokjin and Namjoon are his friends from college. Aside from Ashley, I was confused to see he actually has friends.

Ashley was our childhood neighbour, she's always just been here. Not a moment has she ever bothered me. But his other friends? They're dicks. I've only met them very few times, They always make fun of my being Yoongi's little sister, with emphasis on little. It’s unfair really! I’m not even that tiny, they’re just freakishly tall. I'm sure they're nice once you get to know them.

"You hungry?" With all the fights between us these past few days, I feel like we need some quality time. "Sure let's go," He takes the turn towards our street, which has a convenience store on the corner.

Both getting ourselves some noodles and a drink, coincidentally both having the exact same order as we meet at the tables. Yoongi sitting opposite me, he's quiet.. he isn't much of a talker anyway, we both enjoy our quiet times. but I came here to talk so...

"Yoongi, I'm sorry if I disappointed you..," Deep down I know I didn't do anything wrong, he's the one who got mad in the first place. All I ever do is care, mentally and physically. I care so much for him, all I ever do is for his convenience.

"No, I should apologize," Is he, serious? I don't think I've ever heard him apologize before, even if he should've, he finds it difficult to admit his faults. "I shouldn't have been so harsh on you.." he starts. "It's just.." He sighs deeply, he is having a hard time saying whatever he's about to. It must've been bothering him a lot.

"Nayun.. Before you were born, Dad was living at home like.. consistently. And he wasn’t as bad as a father as what you know him as. When you think of Dad you just think of this abusive asshole who left us and probably some really traumatic things. When I think of Dad… I see my Dad, the guy who used to play basketball with me, take me to school, and read me stories to bed until mom got pregnant with a girl... and when I see you with guys, all I can see is what dad turned into and how these guys could too,"

Wow, he's never opened up this much. I never knew Dad wasn’t like that before I was born, I guess it explains a lot. But still, this doesn’t justify the way he’s been acting, for like ever.

I don’t really know what I should do with this information, I don’t know if I’m better off knowing it or not. All these years Dad was just like that because he was Dad, and now I feel responsible for it. I’m not the only one who suffered from his abuse, Yoongi did too. If I wasn’t born, maybe Yoongi would’ve had a proper dad.

But then also, why did Dad didn’t like me? Why does he resent me? He couldn’t just pretend I was a guy, yes sure it would’ve fucked me up in different ways, but I think I prefer that over the things he’s done instead.

Instead, I wound up with an evil baggage of daddy issues, the version that includes the sexualized version.

“I can handle myself Yoongi,” I look down at my noodles, chopsticks ready to grab some. Instead, I bite down on my lip and pick at the separate strings of noodles, suddenly my appetite has completely gone out the window.

I was ready to sit down with Yoongi and have a heartfelt conversation, make up even. It’s every time that Dad gets mentioned, it runs my mood entirely. I hate that man from the bottom of my heart. I hate him so much, each time he leaves I hope he’ll never come back. It even gets so fucked up that sometimes I dream of police coming by the house, telling us the ‘bad news’ of him being in an accident. And I hate that I still care so much, I still love him deep down.

“How do you know?.. huh? How do you know that this guy that you’ve been seeing that's just oh-so-perfect. Doesn’t just turn his back on you and turns into Dad,” His voice raises.

“How do you know that one day you won’t end up with a guy that hits you every day uses you for his needs, and doesn’t give a fuck about your feelings on it,”

“How do you know he won’t just go at it without checking up on you asking you for a fucking green light knows when to keep his hands at home,”

It’s a chapter I put past me a while ago. It wasn’t even a heavily reoccurring event anyway, I’ve moved on that’s the point. Yoongi and I both went through tough stuff with him, I know he wants to protect me. But all I really need from him is love and support. To get through everything together, but I’m afraid that’ll never go through to him.

“You know how much it hurts me? Looking at you? All I can think of are the sounds from your room and I couldn't do anything, you didn't do anything,” He sounds angry in a way, it’s not said softly or calm, he doesn’t take his time saying what he said no it’s rushed. His words poke right through me, it hurts. How does he think he can just say that, he's being so unreasonable.

And there goes my entire appetite, in with the tears. Great... I don’t like crying like this in front of Yoongi. It’s okay when he’s yelling at me, or smashing things around me, being in a fit of rage. Not when he’s being honest, emotional, and nonviolent. I can’t say his voice gets the memo too.

Yoongi hadn’t bothered keeping his voice on a socially acceptable level, I could see the cashier looking at me with a funny expression that told me he was assuming way too many things from this conversation alone.

What makes it worse is that he doesn’t know how to act, he just sits there staring at his noodles looking all stupid. I don’t want to cry but the tears just keep coming, I don’t make a single sound. I must look stupid along with him, swallowing my tears back as much as possible. But it’s hard, there are far too many to swallow back, frantically wiping away my tears with the sleeve of Jungkook’s hoodie.

I want to get out of here, I just feel out of place. But I just can’t go running to Jungkook every time something bad happens. He shouldn’t be the one who cheers me up and he shouldn’t be the one who has to sit with my feelings.

But he’s also always been there for me, still after everything he tells me he’ll be there for me whenever. So you can call me selfish for this but, I’m going to take his word for it and go over to his place. It’s either that or go home and after this conversation that’s the last thing I want to do.

“I’m sorry,” I sniff back my tears, stabilizing my voice as much as I can. “You can have mine,” I push my bowl of ramen towards him, getting up from my seat and practically barging out of the convenience store.

He looks dumbfounded as I pass by the window he’s sitting at, and he just continues eating his stupid noodles. I try my best not to cry during the bus ride but it somehow just feels so much longer than usual.

After what feels like an eternity, I just stand there, in front of his apartment complex. Trying to muster up the courage to knock on his door.

I’ve calmed down a little, I’m not crying anymore. Though my mind seems to be racing at 100 miles an hour, I’m never this hesitant to go up to Jungkook’s apartment. So whenever I do, it’s a cry for help -to myself that is-. It makes me nervous, cause I feel like a bother to him. He’s made me sure I’m not, so I set it aside the best I can and knock.

There’s a long moment of silence after I knock on his door, is he home? My phone is dead so I won’t be able to text or call him and I don’t have a spare key either so.. oh my god what if he’s in there with someone? Maybe he’s just asleep I mean it is pretty late.

Suddenly everything I’ve set aside comes rushing back to me almost twice as hard as it did before. I panic, I shake my head at the thought of me standing here as if I’m not literally in that situation right now. I really need to get out of here.

In a fit of confusion and regret, I barge back to the elevator, pressing its button which definitely takes longer than usual to work.

But then finally the doors open, ready to step inside eyes glued to the ground.

“Nayun?,” It's a male voice, familiar even, but it's not Jungkook’s or Yoongi’s. And Yoongi is quick off the list cause, he wouldn’t be confused about me being here and I would’ve just known if it were him. I quickly look up from the ground to identify whoever’s speaking to me.

Suddenly my panicked thoughts, have turned into a panic attack. I take a step back, breathing getting more difficult than usual. It’s as if talking about him, has summoned the devil. I can’t think straight anymore, the world suddenly spinning around me. Everything had been feeling like an eternity, but this moment right here is something I’ve never in my life witnessed before.

Not a moment where he walked inside of the living room that had me this shocked, not a moment where there was cash left on the table with a note to another disappointment that he was gone for a weekend that left me this devastated.

What is he even doing here? He has no use in a neighbourhood like this, it’s not the way he works like he’d always tell me. That even though we live in a dump, always shitting at how disgusting we live and never taking action to make the situation better.

“D-Dad? What are you doing here?..” I stutter, barely being able to form proper sentences. My mind is blank for a second, time pauses and all I can think about is him, quickly followed by how disgusting he is and how he still walks around freely and everything just crashes down on me. There’s so much happening at once, I just feel helpless at this point.

He’s about to take another step forward until he’s cut off, making him step back staying put in the elevator.

“Yun, I found it. You don’t have to buy new ones let’s go” a voice says from my left. I look at where the voice is coming from, registering his features. It’s Taehyung again jumping out from behind the corner, right beside the elevator. He doesn’t see my father, nor does he see Taehyung.

There are so many questions going on inside of my mind, but I don’t have any time to act on them. Telling Taehyung it’s ‘great’ even though there’s nothing about today that is ‘great’ before I walk with him not thinking twice about whether I should tell my Dad goodbye or not. Or even hear him out.

I follow Taehyung up one more floor, into his apartment. Quite literally shaking from what just happened, and he tried to take care of me so well. He sits me down on his couch, takes my shoes off, and gets me a glass of water. Tells me to breathe in and out, tells me everything is going to be okay.

Something in me tells me he has done this before.

I could ask him one hundred questions right now, give him a thousand explanations, or freak out and run. But the first thing that comes out of my mouth is; “How did you know..?”

“I didn’t,”

“Let me explain,” he gestures for me to sit down on his couch.

He explained to me how he was walking up the stairwell and saw me walking through the hall, great time to have glass doors. He was going to call out for me until he heard me and my dad. Assuming the panic in my voice wasn’t something positive and felt like I just needed to get out of there.

“I hope it wasn’t the wrong move to make,” he asks looking somewhat apologetic, just in case.

“No, no you were great. I think with the bus and everything I owe you an explanation as well” I saw looking down at my hands fiddling with the hem of my sleeve.

I try to give him a light explanation, which is difficult since the story has so much to it. Sparing him the details of my childhood by just telling him he’s a very bad Dad, that I hadn’t seen for an entire year. That Jungkook lives downstairs and that, that’s why I was there in the first place.

“Oh and about the bus... You know Yoongi? Ashley’s friend?” I ask him, to which he nods in agreeance.

“Yeah well, that's the brother I was talking about, and.. we just had a big fight about how he doesn’t let me date and such,”

I can hear him sucking in his breath through his teeth at the mention of Yoongi being my brother, I guess his name has come across some time.

“I swear he can be really nice…” he chuckles at that, hand scratching the nape of his neck.

He walks over to his fridge holding up a Coke, looking at me with a questioning look to see if I want one as well, then hands it to me.

“So you live here?” I ask him.

“Ah no, my sister just moved here recently,” That makes sense, I’ve never seen him here before and I’ve been in the building plenty of times.

“She’s out for the weekend, I promised to watch her cat,”

My face immediately switches into a pouty face with big, big puppy eyes. “You have a cat? I love cats!”

He nods excitedly before he starts calling out pet names, making squeaky noises with his mouth to lure the cat to him.

He disappears into the hall for a second before his head peaks through the open doorway “Found her!” I immediately stand up walking towards him, into a bedroom.

I don’t see a cat at first, but upon better inspection, there’s a little tiny bump under the perfectly made-up duvet. I fold over the covers to reveal the cutest little cat I’ve ever seen. Okay well not the cutest, coco will always be no.1.

It’s a really small fluffy cat, she must still be a kitten. “What’s her name?” I ask between my awh’s and baby talks to the cat. I look over my shoulder to see him leaning against the doorframe.

“Bada, because of her eyes” I look back at the cat, she has have most crystal blue eyes, or, I guess ocean blue.

I lie down on the bed petting the cat's head before she rolls around exposing her belly, and stretching her little arms and legs out. I think I might melt from cuteness overload

“Aren’t you the cutest little thing,” I must sound so stupid, but it’s a cat! I can’t help it.

“Not to me she isn’t,” Taehyung says from behind me. “I’m taking you’re not a big cat person?”

Couldn’t be me. don’t get me wrong I like dogs, but you actually need to walk them and stuff. I like affectionate cats that are a little lazy, you can just cuddle with them and their playtime can be done from the couch.

“I actually own a dog, his name is Yeontan he’s like really cute and fluffy,” he tells me walking over to the edge of the bed with his phone out and showing me a picture of his dog.

I got to give it to him, he is cute.. most small dogs look like little rats but if they’re fluffy they’re a lot cuter.

“Okay, I guess he’s cute but.. over a cat?” I pick up Bada and hold her up next to my face, her arm right under my chin as I look at Taehyung with a pouty face.

Talking like a little kid “How could you have me?.. I don’t bite you’re just biased,” which makes him chuckle. He looks gorgeous, his laugh is so adorable and cute it instantly makes me smile along with him. Just looking at each other for a few seconds, smiling like two idiots.

“Uhm do you have a charger perhaps? I should probably bring my phone back from the dead,” I ask breaking our little stare-down. Which leads us back to the living room.

He searches for a charger because it’s not his house, it gives me a moment to inspect the room a little bit. I see a picture of Taehyung and what I assume must be his sister, stood on the TV stand.

She’s really pretty, she looks like Taehyung. Their family must be blessed with good genes. His sister has light brown hair and a bright smile so big her eyes are closed shut, a peace sign next to her cheek as Taehyung stands next to her poking out next to her, holding two fingers behind her head to imitate bunny ears.

Next to it is a smaller picture frame that holds a picture of what I’m guessing is Taehyung his sister and his little brother as kids, I can’t help but smile at it as I pick it up.

“Oh gosh that is so embarrassing, put that down,” he laughs seeing what I’m holding when he walks up to me, handing me a charger.

“Noo! You look cute,” I smile looking up at him over my shoulder, I feel like I’m about to faint as he looks back at me. He’s close, so close.

His hair falls over his forehead, lightly touching his right eyebrow. not a pimple or a pore to be seen, but the slightest little stubble peeks through on the bottom of his chin. his deep brown eyes have a subtle glint in them, I swear it's shaped like a four-pointed star.

My eyes falter down to his lips and I can see him inching closer, ever so slowly. Until I break it, clearing my throat and taking the charger from his hand. I mean I’d kill to kiss those gorgeous lips, but not today. I’ve been on such an emotional rollercoaster it just feels wrong to let those take over pleasure.

"Where's the outlet?" he takes a step back clearing his throat as well, his eyes scanning the room. "Yeah there," purposely not looking at each other. I walk in the direction he pointed at plugging in my phone, before sitting down on the couch.

And now it's back to awkward silence again. I slide my hands across my thighs and knees, lips forming in a tight line. He doesn't say anything either, sitting down on the couch next to me leaving more than enough space between us.

"You wanna watch a movie? Or should I get you home?" He asks me, so so polite, but going home? yeah hell no, that's not happening today. I think I'm going to text Jungkook when my phone charges to see if he's home and then sleep over at his place.

so movie time it is, it's great to spend some quality time with Taehyung. "Yeah no a movie sounds good" I patiently watch him as he turns the TV on navigating to Netflix.

"Fall?" he suggests. "hmn no," he continues scrolling. "Oh! Perks of Being a Wallflower?" I suggest. but he declines and says he didn't like it that much. "Me before you?" he looks at me, at this pace it'll be a continuous loop of this and that. but I've seen it already, and to be honest I don't want to watch it again.

"OH! She's the man! I love that movie!" I see the hesitant look on his face, but something in him makes him go with it.

I tuck my knees up on the couch, inching a tiny bit closer to Taehyung. I don't know what happened but by the end of the movie I was cuddled up into his arms, I heard him laugh during the movie. he turned the TV off, taking his arm off of me.

"Did you like it?" I look at him hopefully, awaiting his approval of the movie. if he doesn't like it I don't know what I'll do. "It was.. good! I liked it," he smiles. this is one of the movies in my top 10 list, god top 5 even! And he thinks it's good? he liked it? This is a great movie, an awesome movie.

I stare at him in awe, unbelievable that he just said that. I shake my head in disagreement, though he picks it up the right way laughing along with me.

"Thank you for having me over," I thanked him, it was late already when I got here. after a whole movie, I really should get going.

I thank him once more unplugging my phone from the charger seeing it's nearly 2.30 in the morning. He walks me out, my eyes linger across his features once more as I stand outside of the door. It takes everything in me not to kiss him right on the spot. "I'll text you," I smile widely at him.

I don't text Jungkook I'm only one floor above him, and I'll pass his door anyway. I make my way downstairs knocking on his door for the second time this night. He's probably still awake, playing overwatch or something.

And the door opens this time. But I don't see Jungkook, no. Mingyu opens the door ever so cheerfully, welcoming me in without a doubt. "Hey, Mingyu! Jungkook home?"

"Sorry Yun, I don't think he’ll be home tonight but you're free to take his room," that’s embarrassing. Mingyu knows absolutely nothing about me, and yet he just knows I need a place to sleep. "Thanks. I’ll... text him,"

His room is neat, bed made perfectly. I hold my phone up to my ear. Ringing, once, twice, trice, like four hundred more times I don't know. it feels like an eternity until it goes to voicemail, which leaves me with a text.

no matter how close Jungkook and I are, it's still weird to sleep in his bed without him knowing.

Hey Koo, I'm staying over at yours just so you know.

What a rough night, I went from crying at home to being emotionally rescued by Jungkook. Then going home meeting Taehyung on the bus, just to rudely push him off of it. Meeting up with Yoongi five seconds later, fighting once again, getting back to Jungkook’s apartment where I found my Dad after a whole year to once again be rescued by Taehyung this time. Followed up by Mingyu letting me into Jungkook's apartment and now we're here.

I don’t think it's a crime to say that I'm tired, and I just want to sleep the night away. I'm actually doing fairly well for the rollercoaster I've been on, Taehyung really helped me out tonight.

I scavage around Jungkook’s dresser to find a black shirt, placing it on the bed. taking my makeup off in the bathroom, Jungkook was right this morning. I really do look terrible. Gosh, I went to Taehyung's like this? I hope he didn't wear his contacts.

Back in Jungkook’s room, in his shirt that's far too big on me. I settle down in his bed, off to fucking, unicorns, and elves or something. I'm going to dream so, so well, Jungkook's bed is like a cloud in physical form. And before I know it I'm off to dreamland.

at least that's what I think, I sent Jungkook that message 15 minutes ago tops. And he walks in, doesn't even say anything but cuts right to the chase and kisses me with force, hungrily whilst cupping my cheeks.

"I haven't stopped thinking about you all day Yun, you drive me insane," he says between kisses, trailing down my jaw and my neck as I give him more space to mark me even more than he already has.

he moves onto the bed, pushing me further back against his pillows. his lips work me so good I think I’ll get addicted to it soon.

He takes off his shirt, pulling at the hem of mine placing small kisses all over my face. His hands are all over me, massaging my thighs, trailing up over my hips to hold my waist whilst the other one is holding himself up as he hovers over me.

He just knows what to do, gets me so wet so easily. Skip the foreplay, fuck me right now. mainly because this foreplay feels like it's taking forever, I just want him out of his jeans right now.

I move my face away from him, pulling the shirt off that I'd been wearing. The sight of my bare chest is all it takes for him to start unbuckling his belt, his abs on full display, oh lord I love this sight. wish I could marry this sight.

His hair falls in front of his face trickling his nose, gosh he looks so goddamn handsome.

My eyes shoot open and I'm met by the sight of Jungkook's PC setup. What the fuck, did I seriously just have a sex dream about Jungkook?? my best friend? My head shoots to the door as Jungkook walks in, the real one. He peeks his head through to see if I'm asleep or not.

"Jungkook?.." I nearly whisper. He takes this as his queue to come in, dimly turning on the lights. rushing over to my side of the bed, crouching down next to me as I swing my legs over the edge. knees facing his chest, taking my hands in his.

"Are you okay? what happened?" He looks panicked, I feel guilty. he must think something major is going on because I'm staying over. well maybe because I came by at 2.30 in the morning, or a combination of the two.

"Where did you come from? You’re out of breath," Though I feel guilty I can’t help but suck in a deep breath, this stupid dream is making me delusional into thinking I’m attracted to him.

"Yun, You're here at 2 in the morning what's going on"

"I'm fine really," I assure him. I don't know if I want to break down in his arms or pretend like everything is fine. I don’t want to burden him each time with my issues, we barely ever talk about him and his situation.

but he insists no matter how much I hold on to the 'I'm fine act' he doesn't let it pass until I spill everything out.

"Okay.." I sigh letting my shoulders drop, here it goes.

"So... I left your apartment and when I got on the bus, Taehyung was sitting there. I push him off of the bus and at the next stop I meet Yoongi, we go out to eat. he tells me he hell basically never let me date and that I'm the big cause of turning Dad into what I turned into. well, he didn't tell me that exactly but that's what it felt like okay. Anyways, I ran off and came back to your apartment but nobody opens so I went to the elevator where I saw my Dad, I nearly got a panic attack but then Taehyung was there yelling out something about a store and I needed to come back so we go to his apartment upstairs, sorry I mean his sister's apartment that has a really really cute cat by the way a-"

"Yun, Yun," he waves his hands around a little cutting me off. "Your Dad was here? in my building?" he asks, his brows furrowing a little as his expression turns into a combination of complete shock and something that makes me think he isn't processing this properly.

"Yeah, But it's fine! Taehyung and I watched a movie and I actually feel way better right now," that's not a lie, I do feel better. I was shocked at first and yeah I might've had a slight panic attack, but now it just feels numb. I see he's doubting me, eyebrows raised with a questioning look on his face. "Seriously" I assure.

"Alright," he stands up his hands ghosting mine before he walks over to his dresser grabbing the pyjamas that are folded on top of it heading back to his door. "Let me know if you need anything m’kay?"

I nod with a small smile, more like the corner of my lip inching up for a split second. He walks back out, turning the lights off before he shuts the door.

It falls silent. I grab my phone off of the nightstand to check the time. 3.40 am. I should really be going back to sleep. I lay back down on my back, staring at the ceiling waiting to fall asleep again. I close my eyes but all I see are flashbacks of the stupid, stupid dream I had. I shouldn't think about it, nope.

Lasagna, yes I'll make lasagna tomorrow *Jungkook’s abs* no no no. Okay uhm, Karaoke. I should practice my singing. Yeah! That IU song has been going well, I should learn the second verse. Or maybe something with a higher range, I mean certainly the f#5 was harsh on me first but I think I've got it. Maybe I could up it a notch by going for like a G5. I know Sia's chandelier is also *Jungkook* no no no. No!

Maybe something sad? Today was sad! shit, what if Yoongi texted me? I flip my phone over to look at it. 3.50, that took me ten whole minutes to think about? Woah.

I unlock my phone and I see exactly one message. From the group chat, something about Kai and his slutty waist or something, I don't know. But nothing from Yoongi, glad to know my brother cares so much. Who am I kidding I should be glad to be free from him for a second.

He worries about the wrong things, worries about things that aren’t there. Talking to guys is forbidden but walking off in the middle of the night where anything could happen, that’s okay with him? I could’ve been kidnapped countless amounts of times, I guess he’s used to me running off.

Wait, what if Dad went home after he saw me? what if he's there right now? I don’t know what a disaster it could be back at home. I don’t know if when I go home tomorrow I'll stumble upon a murder scene or a trashed house, or a bleeding out Yoongi with a drunk mom and dad in the room or-

I sigh deeply, this is too stressful for me to think about at the moment. Hey well, at least I'm not thinking about Jungkook's big, big strong veiny hands anymore. oh, what is wrong with me?

That's why I decided to get out of his bed and go over to the living room. He's sitting on the couch, TV on. I can see there's a soju bottle on the coffee table unable to tell if it is full, empty, or partially drank.

The back of the couch is facing the bedroom doors, he can't tell I’m here.

"Koo?" I sound quiet but it's still enough to make him turn around and look at me. "I can't sleep" I haven't properly tried but my mind is racing from thought to thought and when I do actually sleep all that I can seemingly think about is Jungkook and his crazy good abs.

he nudges his head for me to come towards him. he adjusts his position to lie down completely on his back, with his neck looking for support on the armrest whilst holding out an arm for me to join him. so I do, lying down on his chest and closing my eyes as I lay down.

His attention stays stuck on the TV, now with a lowered volume. My back is facing the screen anyway, the only thing I pay attention to is the rising and falling of Jungkook’s chest and his heartbeat beating in an exact pattern. That is until I hug his waist and let out a big sigh of relief. It goes from a steady pattern to a moment of nothingness until it switches back to its original pattern.

“Thanks for letting me stay,”

“Anytime,” His hand falls on top of my arm that’s hugging him, the pads of his fingers lightly tracing figures on it.

“Hope I didn’t intrude on your plans,” I look up at him.

“Never,” he smiles.

“I was watching football with Eunwoo, Guesung and Minghao. Mingyu was supposed to be there but he had to pick his girlfriend up from the airport,” he explains.

I hum at that readjusting my head back to its original position, on his chest. “Sorry for giving you a heart attack,”

“Yun,” He moves his hand under my chin lifting it up to look at him. “Promise me that next time you fight with Yoongi, or see your Dad -no matter if something happens or not- You’ll call me,”

“Sure? Yoongi loves arguing,”

“You know what I mean,” he says, taking his hand away from my face. “Promise me,”

“Okay…”

“Say it” He insists, making me smile.

“I promise” Now I can sleep, in peace.

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aae-tuu · 1 year ago

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The Kikyo-Kagome Effect

In which you look like someone who he used to know

A Gojo Satoru (jjk) x platonic!gn!reader short fic

(readers appearance nor gender isn’t stated but there is mentions of them looking like someone else who’s gender is a girl so uh... Also slight spoilers for JJK season 2 but it’s not like explicitly stated what happened. Also also, probably some ooc gojo tehe)

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You could feel it.

The way Gojo's eyes would always linger on you a few seconds more than they would linger on others, never in the romantic sense of course.

You were one of the four first years at Tokyo Jujutsu High, and along with Itadori, Megumi, and Nobara, worked towards perfecting your cursed technique.

But, there was always a question at the back of your mind.

Why doesn't Gojo Sensei like me?

It felt as if in a way he hated you, but at the same time didn't. Like he didn't want you around but wouldn't want you to leave either.

Whenever Itadori went to give him a high five or any sort of physical contact, Gojo accepted with open arms. Whenever you attempted any physical contact, Gojo would tense, his fun demeanor vanishing instantly and you'd be left wondering what you did wrong or if you had offended him in any way.

You'd hear stories about how fun Gojo is to go shopping with from Nobara and Itadori, but whenever it's just you and Gojo out, it's as if you have a suffocating helicopter parent.

One time, you had disappeared from his side to go look at a product at a store window. When he had found you he grabbed your shoulders, looking you over from head to toe, asking questions that ranged from "Who took you?" to "No shots?"

You didn't understand what he meant by that last question, but brushed it off as just Gojo Gojoing around.

It wasn't until he really scolded you for leaving his side, his voice and gaze uncharacteristically serious, that you had your suspicions that something else was going on with him. From then on, he's always make you hold onto his sleeve when out, or he'd hold onto yours.

That was one of the closest physical contacts he's granting you and it's only for when you two go out.

Another thing you noticed was he didn't like when you and Megumi hung out together. You didn't know why

He'd see you two talking and suddenly he has to whisk Megumi away for "something important" or if you two are sitting too close he'd either scoot you apart with his hands, or he'd just plop right in the middle of you both, doesn't matter how uncomfortable it is.

You could never understand why he acts like this around you. At first you thought he was just being protective over Megumi (who is basically his son), but the feeling in your gut said otherwise as you continued to observe his actions.

You try to be friendly, you really do, but he never gives you a chance to bond. He's always running off to annoy someone else and as much as you hate to think it, you wished he'd annoy you too.

You wanted a fun relationship with your teacher just like the other students. Someone who just wasn't a teacher but a friend as well. You wanted the inside jokes, the fun shopping trips, the physical affection, all of what the others have with Gojo, you craved as well.

But he wouldn't give it to you. No matter how much you begged for an ounce of your teachers attention, he simply couldn't look at you when you looked too much like her.

And those eyes bring back an unbearable pain that he refuses to go through again.

Even if it meant creating a barrier between him and his precious student...and watching you walk away, a disappointed look on your face, as he once again made sure only you wouldn't be one of the few who'd get past his walls. And he knew, deep down, even though she's gone and you're still alive, at this rate

he'd lose you too.

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AN: i had to get this off my chest you guys because I like making Gojo suffer idc

Also let me know if this is ooc but honestly I just want that man to be sad

#jjk gojo #jjk #jjk spoilers #jjk season 2 #jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #gn!reader #platonic #first time posting #haha fuck #felt cute might make more angst later

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bulbabutt · 2 years ago

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i would never want to imply that 87 doesn't have issues writing women, cuz it really does (there's diet jokes, there's misogynistic dialogue, and one uncomfortable ...harem...thing...) but what surprises me most is how actually nicely the women can be written into stories when they show up? like case in point: mona lisa.

first of all, when i looked her up before watching this episode for the first time i had seen one picture and was so nervous to get to this episode like "god a girl turtle so she has hair and a pink scarf, and raphael has to comfort her? great its gonna be cringe" but it turned out i was super wrong. its a one off episode for her, but she captures your attention because raphael has fallen into her story (the same way the turtles as a whole in this series fell into april's story)

she uses raphael as a way to get into a party via hanging off his arm and pretending they're a couple, and then leaves him. the camera doesn't ogle on her, they don't make him infatuated with her, they just have him clearly confused by why a girl took his arm kissed his cheek and then left. and then he sees her acting suspicious so he follows her, sees her hijacking the ship and assumes she's up to no good, cuz this is a turtles episode damn it, shes probably the bad guy!

she doesn't take his shit and tries to tell him to leave cuz he doesn't know what hes getting into and thinks he'll get hurt (she doesn't realize he is a real ninja turtle) before the villain shows up. we get her back story, where we learn she's a physics student who was kidnapped by the villain and forced to work for him, to which she plays along with because she's clever, and she found a way to stop him from the inside. this gets her mutated in the process. raphael realizes hes messed up and assumed this was his story to figure out but it wasn't, he's interrupted her story. raph realizes hes made a mistake and has to help her fix it.

at no point do they actually write this as a romance (despite it being possible to read some dialogue as flirtation, it isn't overt) they're writing mona lisa as someone who isn't taking raphael's sass and is dishing it right back at him and us the audience. the fact its called "raphael meets his match" is so fitting because she's just as much of a character as he is, and the reason it became a ship is on the merit of the way she is written to be a character with her own story and her own personality first, and then as a companion to raphael second

and its kind of sad when i think about 12 mona lisa because, yeah shes this huge alien warrior who fights well, shes not a pretty character, but we don't get to know much about her before her new role in this story is to be the object of raphael's affection. in the end i think its a matter of the (male) writers thinking "well the original mona lisa is too cute and wears pink and she gets helped by the turtles so if we make her a COOL ALIEN WHO FIGHTS GOOD that will make her a stronger character" which is not how that works!

unlike 87, she gets multiple episodes where she shows up, but each time her role is the same. she's raph's girlfriend first and foremost. there's moments of inner turmoil in her, but it always comes down to her fighting for her people vs staying true to raphael. and since this show is about the turtles it puts her place in the story as being about him.

so to me, given the choice between a mona who's story raphael falls into, vs one where she's forced into his, give me the cute pink one any day. that's the stronger character between the two.

#tmnt #tmnt mona lisa #tmnt 1987 #87 mona lisa #yeah ive had a lot of thoughts about the women in this franchise and it seems like people might like hearing abt it?#this was in my drafts for a while #again..... we are only speaking about the agency of the women in question #not the shows as a whole #thoughts

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old-poptart · 2 years ago

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*coughs cutely* miss me-?

Can i request hanako and teru (separately) with a s/o who overthinks A LOT and always gets nervous that people don’t like them- s/o reads into what people say BIG TIME so they can ‘prepare’ for when people leave them

So like the boys start to get distant (for school and other stuff) and s/o sees that as a sign that the boys dont want to hang out with them. Because of this s/o goes into a bit of a panic thinking that they might break up with them soon so instead of talking to them, s/o takes matters into their own hands. So when s/o tries to get their attention but the boys still shun then due to them being busy, s/o freaks out mentally and tries to hold back tears not to cry in front of them- you know what to do- ah-

(I totally don’t do this with everyone i know and I’m totally not spilling my guts out rn- nooooo-)

(Probably another reason this is so terrible written-)

ANGST TO FLUFF PLEASE!!!

a/n: yes i did ml 😘 AHHH IM VERY MUCH LIKE THIS AS WELL, REASSURANCE DAWG this idea is so muah chef's kiss, ANYWAYSSSSS ONTO THE HEAD CANONZ!!!

warnings: fear of abandonment, ignoring, wah wah sad stuff but yippee happily ever after :D!!!!

Hanako 🌺 and Teru 🤺 with an s/o who has a fear of abandonment (gender neutral):

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Hanako 🌺:

"for we are like glue, stuck together forever."

hanako briefly knew about how you would get about the people around you

lil ol' you cant help but think of every possible outcome or aspect of the people you meet, if you didn't then you'd prolly go crazy and you'd be unprepared for any misfortunate upcoming events

as of recently, your beloved ghostly love has been quite busy with his supernatural schedule. meetings, rumors, keeping the school in order and in shape! it's tough being number 7!

he doesn't like that he has to spend less time with his partner but he is doing his best!! hakujoudai always helps y'all keep in touch, so does writing letters!! what a cute couple~

though you appreciate the sweet gestures from your boyfriend, you have been feeling like he is running out of love for you

you two normally cuddle and kiss like over five times a day, nowadays you barely get to peck each other's cheeks

sure you may be overthinking this but you never know the outcome!! you gotta be prepared!!

as time went on it kept getting worse, you two barely hung out anymore. he was the main subject of the day, now he was just another thought you kept in mind just in case

he's been meaning to talk to you about his absence but due to his ghostly duties (haha i said duty) he couldn't. believe me he is very upset that he can't speak with you at the moment and he's trying his best!! but alas, your thoughts took over

you came to visit him during a meeting, thankfully it was nearing the end of it and he was wrapping up the conversation. the small salty drops were beading up in your sullen eyes as your eyebrows were upturned, accompanied with your quivering lips that were too scared of saying of anything wrong

he noticed that you came to visit, a smile on his face but it slowly transitioned into a sadder expression when he saw your emotional face. once the meeting was officially over, he came over to you and quickly hugged you, murmuring these words as he kissed your sweet face, the face he missed so deeply. "im so sorry we've been apart for so long my love, im here now. tell me everything"

Teru 🤺:

"leaving you is like having my heart torn to pieces"

while you may not know it, teru reads your emotions very well and knows when you've been overthinking your relationship with him

he's tried his best to be a good boyfriend and spend the most of your time together, if he ever has any time with you

teru is a busy man. he has student council work, exorcist stuff, being the school prince, a lot is on his shoulders! he tends to get carried away with work a ton

he has been quite dry recently as well, his texts have been so lifeless.. you've wondered if a certain ghost decided to snag his phone and slide up on his contacts

you've also noticed that he has been getting more attention from his fans at school, it reminded you how much attention he had before the two of you started dating. you've also specifically seen more confessions towards him, it all seemed strange since the news about you two stuck to everyone like a piece of tape that would not get off of paper

with all of this, you felt less than. to you, it was clear that he didn't love you anymore, he just kept you around because he pitys you. you felt like decoration when you stood next to him, even when you two were alone

one day you finally decided to talk to him about this, you knew he was staying late for work as per usual. with balled up sweaty fists and a nervous mind, you walked inside that student council room

"hm? oh s/o!! come in!!" that charming smile of his always made your heart flutter. you sat down with him as you too a look at how busy he was, analyzing the paperwork on his desk

"yeah it's a lot- these are up for debate on the-" "teru, can we talk..?" your voice shook his head, he listened to what you had to say. he was still holding the pencil he had in hand and it made you sad, how he was right there next to you and yet he didn't fully pay attention to you, his lover.

you started to unravel about how you've been feeling recently, how these thoughts tricked you into thinking about how you boyfriend didn't have room for you anymore. he payed close attention to your tone, letting you finish and noticing how you tried your hardest to not let everything loose

he cupped your face, his thumb wiping away those sad tears of yours. it pained him to see you like this, he would do anything for you. and if that means to cut back on his duties, then that he will do. "dear, im sorry about all these things that have caused you pain.. i will help you go through this, and that it won't happen again.." his soft lips touched yours, making you feel loved again.

I HAD A BLAST WRITING THIS- HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

-ooga :D

#tbhk x reader #hanako #hanako x reader #teru minamoto #teru x reader

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candlecoo · 2 years ago

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I can't stop thinking about the fake angst opportunities of the vigilante doll au.

Like yeah, Izuku isn't dying he's just overusing his quirk. But Hizashi, Shinsou, and Shota don't know that >:]

Imagine after the sports festival and Izuku making it very clear he cares about Shinsou succeeding, they start paying more attention to his health. Wanting to see if they can help him become a hero, and the sadness when they realize that he probably really can't.

Imagine Recovery girl shaking her head at Izuku's daily check up, knowing that even Aizawa or Yagi can't compete with Izuku in terms of such poor health. Keeping her mouth shut because it's not her place to tell a kid his dreams aren't viable, but secretly hoping he finds a less stressful passion.

Izuku falling asleep during English class because he got the worksheet done early and the sound of pencils against paper lulled him to sleep. Hizashi letting him sleep for the rest of the period, and even afterwards once the classroom is empty because those bags under his eyes really say he needs more sleep. Hizashi is probably already worried that Izuku might have something like insomnia because of how tired he is all the time. Bush baby can sleep a bit longer.

Aizawa randomly coming up to Izuku and telling him he has permission to sleep in the teacher's lounge. Lol, Izuku never gets the hint that it's an order to sleep more.

Imagine Shinsou going to Shouta after the sports festival, asking him if he'd be willing to take Izuku on as a student too. Aizawa considering it for a second, before refusing. Shinsou and Aizawa having a bit of an argument before Shouta points out that Izuku' health is so bad that any physically straining activity could easily make things worse. Shinsou reluctantly agreeing, sad that he can't do anything in return for his friend with Shouta patting him on the shoulder a bit.

After that, Shinsou seems to make it a mini mission of his to force Izuku into better health. Izuku will just be walking the halls and Shinsou pops up with a water bottle like "It has vitamins, DRINK". Or at lunch time Shinsou just hands him some fruit and says "You're skinny, eat this". Izuku is very confused but will never say no to a friend so he does as Hitoshi directs.

Imagine Aizawa and Hizashi watching all this go on from a distance happy that Shinsou is teaching Izuku better health but also sad because subconsciously in their minds they know that if his health is this bad on its own then it's going to take a lot of effort to get it bad to "normal person health" and even moreso to hero training level, so they still don't know if Izuku can make it.

This is actually very close to how I imagine it all plays out!!! Like everyone doubts he could become a hero cause they think he has long standing health issues and think Izuku has always been this unhealthy.

But they are so wrong Izuku is usually really healthy and it has just been for like a year. Cause he's been going out wearing himself out with vigilante work, is 100% the worst person at taking care of himself and his mom accepted her dream job that requires her to constantly travel. The only time he eats outside of school is when Bakugou or Shinso force him to eat at one of their houses and that's not too often.

If they just correct his bad habits he'd bounce back in no time, but they don't consider that's the issue and don't look further into it.

Plus Izuku doesn't want to correct them cause then it'd reveal that he's actually Changeling!!!

#wooden doll au #candle answers #ask the candle #bnha au #bnha #bnha headcannons

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mtdthoughts · 11 months ago

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Obvious Disguise (Migi & Dali Observation)

Here, I just want to list some definite red flags and warning signs regarding Sali that Migi should have paid attention to before going to Eiji's house in Episode 7.

Facial features: Migi and Dali look alike and have seen each other for 13 years. Sure, Dali has a wig on, but shouldn't Migi be able to recognize his face? Also, blue eyes are quite the rarity where they are, and Sali just happens to have the same eyes as himself, his mother, and his brother. I suppose love is blind...

Height/build: Again, Migi and Dali have almost the exact same height and build. At ~140 cm, they're both quite uniquely petite for their age.

Sali is left-handed: Left-handedness is quite uncommon, and Dali is probably the only left-handed person that Migi knows.

Migi has already crossdressed once: Wouldn't Migi know by now that crossdressing is 100% in the twins' playbook?

Dali quickly changing his tune after Migi saying that he'd do anything for Sali: Doesn't it seem super suspicious and uncharacteristic of Dali to be suddenly approving of Migi straying from the mission and wooing Sali?

"Sali" sounds like "Dali": Was Dali even trying to conceal his own identity?

Sali is always in the library: Didn't Dali mention a perfect place to study?

No one knows who Sali is: Surely a real student named Sali would have some classmates that recognize her. It seems reasonable to at least do a little bit of recon on your crush.

Sali only talks to smart kids: This rather strange criterion happens to line up with Dali's agenda.

Sali's weird criterion for love (i.e. getting 100s on the Japanese and English midterms): Coincidentally, Japanese and English are the subjects that Migi was designated. Apparently, Sali doesn't care about math, science, or history.

Migi doesn't seem to know anything about Sali: At least Eiji had the sense to ask about Sali's past.

Sali's sudden reappearance and relationship with Eiji when the twins are trying to get information out of him: Doesn't this timing seem a bit too odd? Also, doesn't Migi remember that Dali was handling the interrogation?

Dali is never around when "Sali" is: Doesn't Migi ever wonder where his brother is while he is spending quality time with Sali? I suppose not…

Dali's clear attempt to cover up Sali's sudden reappearance: It's kind of sad to see this slip past Migi. It's not like Dali knows how to do Jedi mind tricks.

Sali going on a Sunday date at Eiji's while Migi is at home crying without his brother to comfort him: Again, doesn't Migi wonder where his brother is? Also, if Migi knew that Dali stepped out, doesn't this timing seem super suspicious?

Looking back on it, Dali really didn't need to try that hard to fool poor Migi. I get that being a little goofball is a part of Migi's charm, but it makes me feel bad seeing Dali take advantage of his less intelligent brother who has absolute trust in him. But I suppose the betrayal and separation was necessary to their growth.

#migi and dali #migi to dali #observation

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annkous · 1 year ago

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WE ARE SO BACK

SO LESSON 21 DROPPED LAST NIGHT OUT OF THE BLUE.......

Lesson 20 here!

LET'S DO THIS.

We start with a bit of whiplash because the brothers are getting ready for RAD in their school uniforms, but RAD is not quite open yet. There's still two months for the Founding Ceremony, and today the brothers are helping around the school doing chores. They're also excited you're walking with them, Mammon the most of all. Love the spotlight on him always, they even call him out on his eagerness lmao.

Satan is having trouble with a jar of marmalade, and you try to help him with magic... but it's not working. And it's not the jar. It's clear something is wrong with your magic, but since you still use a spell to stop the jar from spilling all over the brothers (and it works), it gets forgotten quickly. Weird.

You can tell something is in Lucifer's mind, being the most perceptive of the brothers. I think he's noticed that failure at the beginning wasn't just a fluke. Something is wrong with your magic, but apparently you brush it off since the mc doesn't comment on it again.

Then I just got excited because WE HAVE A NEW SONG MAP!! "IT'S MY PARTY!" IS FINALLY HERE! And it has a new pretty background too! We also have new UR cards in hard mode ;u;

Also in normal mode we have new cards too, and I usually don't pay attention to those, but this time they caught my attention because they had German on the titles for some reason and I'm a language nerd so I just can't help but point them out.

For example, Lucifer's card is called "Prideful Eins", Mammon is "Greedy Zwei" and Levi is "Envious Drei". Sounds cool and that's probably all there is to it aaaa ANYWAYS BACK TO THE GAME-

Some shenanigans happen where they all want you to fix their uniform. Nothing out of the ordinary.

LMAO rip

When we arrive Mephisto is already with Diavolo. He tries to get a rise out of Lucifer, but he gets ignored and quickly gets distraced since he's "the best suited demon to take care of RAD's newspaper". Barbatos asks us to keep an eye on the brothers as they do their chores by pairs, and we have to bring a report to Lucifer about their performance as well. The job of a devilsitter is never over.

Simeon and Luke are still around, but they're only staying until the Founding is done. They're not enrolled in as exchange students just yet after all, and Luke's sad about it. Simeon calls him out on it www I love this child.

Anyways you arrive to the first pair and then you get this ominous title that confirms that yes. Something, definitely, is not right.

First we have Satan and Belphie, who got demoted to weeding duty after Lucifer caught them slacking in the library (they were supposed to be cleaning but went off looking for curses instead. Of course.)

Satan has no right to be this funny is2g.

However they're close to fighting, and Satan is done with this ardous task, so he decides, being the smartest person in the area, to summon a hellfire salamander to burn the weeds. He might be the smartest around but it wasn't his turn with the braincell today, huh.

Anyways it goes bad, as expected, but we can see what this little plot is for: it's not to cause trouble, but to show you that yes, your magic is growing weak. You can protect both brothers with water, but none of you can send the salamander back. Thankfully, Solomon appears out of the blue and solves this mess. But he also notices that something's wrong.

He says this when you ask. Alright then, keep your damn secrets.

Next up are Asmo and Beel, and again we can see something is definitely wrong. Asmo asks us to help them to cheat by using magic so their cleaning goes faster. You have the option to comply or refuse. I refused, and so Asmo used his charm on me. AND IT WORKED. I THINK IT SHOULDN'T HAVE WORKED????

Regardless of your choice, magic is used, and then it gets out of control. The brooms/mops move on their own, but so do Beel and Asmo and now they can't stop their bodies as they move around cleaning non-stop. You have to undo the spell before anyone gets hurt.

mc PLEASE

We use the "stay" command to stop them since we can't find another way to undo the spell, and it works... But it's not the same. It feels weird, and even Beel and Asmo mention it.

They've stopped dropping hints and just outright said it: our magic is fucked.

Now, since by using stay we made Beel and Asmo fall on us, Beel has to carry us to the classroom to look for something to heal our ankle that just got sprained by this mess. BUT BEEL PIGGYBACK MOMENT.

Levi and Mammon are inside the classroom, also ignoring their cleaning duties, obviously. They're on their phones instead. Mammon immediately gets bossy when he sees that you are hurt, I love it. But again, things go wrong, just that this time it's not how you might expect it. You find an ointment for your leg, but...

Mammon starts acting weird as well, as if he's blinded by greed and nothing else, like he can't even see you: he only sees profit and ignores that you need help. That he's not actually joking makes it look really bad.

I believe they wrote Mammon in this part to be such a dickhead so you would definitely notice that something is wrong. Like, they exaggerated his sin so bad so every single person can tell that something's wrong. I'm not really bothered by it (but I do feel a bit sorry for him kjdsf) because not only I think that's the reason, but I also think he won't be the only one changing. Personally, I think that they're going to be fully turning into the avatars of what they embody, and it's up to us to help them to keep their shit together.

The present brothers (Levi and Beel) call out Mammon, understandably. Simeon comes in to cut the fight before it starts and uses a healing spell on your leg. Problem solved, except now we got confirmed that shit's starting to go down and we don't know from which direction this mess is coming.

The chores are done, so time to head back with everyone and give the report to Lucifer.

I'm crying. I mean, he's not wrong.

They were all walking disasters so of course they get a lecture from their older brother.

Barbatos brought cookies, the sweetheart please give me your birthday card I am suffering over here I have no vouchers and he's hidden a lucky coin in one of the cookies that supposedly brings good luck to whoever carries it. And we got it!

I love this option. We give it to Simeon for good luck (I can't help but think that mc is thinking about the Simeon in the present, who was demoted down to a human......) but he insists that you shouldn't give it to him in exchange from him helping you with the ankle before...

So Mammon yoinks the coin instead. Wow.

He gets called out on it. And yeah. He's definitely off the rails.

Finally we notice, as the mc, that Mammon is acting strange.

And so does Luci, as Mammon keeps talking about money on the way home, happily flipping his coin. He's not calling him out on his behaviour, though. I wonder if he's just watching so he can get a better grasp of the situation. He hasn't mentioned a thing about our magic failing this morning either.

Mammon bumps into Belphie, who's suddenly stopped, and the coin falls and gets lost on the street. Mammon gets unreasonably angry at Belphie about his coin. driving home the greed point. Belphie feels bad, and finally, Mammon seems to realize that he's going overboard and just walks home :(

My favourite part here was that when you talk to the brothers about how Mammon has been acting strange, you get points with both Lucifer AND Mammon.

The lesson ends with us having a bit of a stressful talk with Solomon back at our home.

I assume that's what he noticed when he used his magic to fucking yeet the hellfire salamander away.

Well shit.

So we have these two months to do the Pacts again, or we're screwed.

At least he's trying to cheer you up.......

Then he finishes dinner while we're not looking and it's the end of lesson 21 so I assume we just fucking died on the spot.

I'm joking AFTER THIS WE HAVE A VIDEO CALL. PLOT RELATED. AT LAST. IT'S BEEN SO LONG OH MY GOD I NEED MORE OF THOSE I don't mind the models I've grown used to them. They're fun to watch and they're fully voiced!! It's basically you, Satan, Belphie and Asmo talking about Mammon, who hasn't gone to eat dinner even :( they just tell you not to worry, as if this won't be turning into everyone's problem soon hfjdhf oh dear.

It's short but I hope there's more calls in the future...

The extra lesson is right after Mammon left, where Beel, you and Luci go to buy groceries for the House of Lamentation. They give him a long-ass list of extra things to buy and this poor man is just Tired and Done. But he does it anyways for his siblings.

There's a bit of a memory game going on during this whole lesson where you have to remember everything the brothers asked of Lucifer and help him get the stuff. They did it too in the classroom bit where you sprained your ankle. I don't know if you showing you have incredible memory (or not) is going to be relevant, but it's fun. C-check the log? What log? Cheater? Me? I don't know what you're talking about-

Lucifer only tells you "not to worry" about Mammon and sadly that had the total opposite effect on me because I'm sure this fucking stupid man said this bit because his Pride is showing, just like Mammon's Greed, and will try to solve it on his own. This is going to be a smackfest of mc vs the brothers and we're going to go ONE by ONE telling them to tone it down, isn't it.

Since this lesson was shorter than the others, I also went ahead and did the hard version. I wanted the extreme version of "it's my party!", but not yet :( anyways the hard lesson scene is ahout Mammon and Simeon.

Simeon is having trouble choosing what to add to his hot cocoa when Mammon walks in. Simeon seems chill towards Mammon, being the angel that he is, even if Mammon basically took your gift away from him.

Mammon looks like he's about to say something about the coin, I think he was about to apologize, but eventually switches the topic to Simeon's choice dilemma and just says this:

That can't be tasty, Mammon......

What Mammon said reminds Simeon of this so he just pulls a uno reverse on Mammon, who pretends that doesn't remember. I love this angel so much.

Mammon says that he's going out for a walk, but Simeon knows that he's going out to look for the lucky coin, so he goes and places a blessing of luck on Mammon so he finds it and sends him off.

Also the cocoa tastes disgusting. That's where the hard 21 scene ends lmao.

I have to say, I love the conflict that's building up. Like, I know in ogOM Mammon was a bit of the butt of the joke and got called out a lot on his greed, and I think a few people aren't going to like this lesson because it feels like it's going back to that point, but I personally don't mind it as much because it's not "part of Mammon" as it was in the og (it wasn't even THAT bad either, if anything, it might be just like when you two first met), but it feels like a "plot point", exaggerated too so you notice the change from how he's been in Nightbringer up to this switch. Hell, they even want YOU to see that he's going overboard by taking the coin you gift to Simeon when he politely declines it. Not even YOU are exempt of his greed, as you can see when he refuses to give you the ointment for your swollen ankle unless you pay him, and that by itself is the biggest red flag I've ever seen on Mammon tbh. Like, damn, they really wanted you to see it jdsfsf.

I wanted even more conflict so that's what Solmare is giving me I GUESS lmao

And I love that the pacts thing is moving forward with a sense of urgency now. We have two months left as our power runs low or else we're getting stuck here forever AND we're also growing weaker while the brothers are, for some unknown reason, (potentially and just one brother for now) becoming assholes by fully embodying their own avatars. We've been OP for too long. Time to get humbled. I bet Michael is watching with popcorn.

There's also no sign of Michael yet btw, as expected. Seeing the direction this story bit is taking, I feel he's not gonna show on this arc just yet. We have this mess to solve before the Founding Ceremony, so maybe after? I wonder if Solmare will tease a silhouette at least lol.

Can't wait for the trouble.

Edit: trouble is here on LESSON 22 AAAAA

#GIMME IT'S MY PARTY ON EXTREME #Anne plays obey me! nightbringer #nightbringer spoilers #I always think I'll be done in an hour or two as I write these and then I look at the clock and FOUR HOURS HAVE GONE BY #obey me! nightbringer #obey me!

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the-ninja-legacy-whip · 2 years ago

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Rereading your story again and I just noticed how Wu is almost like a father figure for Kai or at least it seemed like it for me and if that's the intention than I am all in for it ❤️ how do his student view their relationship with him or everyone in general?

Definitely the intention with Kai especially; I'm happy you noticed! <3

Overall Wu was originally like 'don't get attached don't get attached this time' but after seeing the absolute shambles the Sixth Generation found themselves in, it was...hard not to. They were sad kids, he's a sad person; they all managed to find happiness with each other! Found family woo

Wu was the first and then-only person Cole had spilled his home situation to, and after that Wu was already in Dad Mode. It was important for Cole to train, but he tended to work himself way too hard and put so much pressure on himself that Wu made sure to praise him when he could and encouraged him to do things just for himself. Cole (even before breaking through his issues) did recognize Wu attempts to help, and holds him in very high regard as a father figure (if not higher than his own father, despite the improved relationship). They do drift apart a bit (as referenced in NS13) but that bond is there forever ;w;)/

Zane, with intact memories of his father, sees Wu more as the grandfather he never knew, and Wu's tried to be extra present for him to ask questions and express concerns as well, given that thanks to Julien he'd been under the belief that Zane was still processing his mother's death (which...isn't untrue but not the whole story). Generally there's just very strong mutual respect here, but like I said Wu is very attached now and thus overprotective of Zane, especially with all his sacrifices augh please stop hurting the robot—

Jay probably sees Wu as a parental figure the least, and even though he does get to see his parents the most out of everybody, he still gets a little jealous when the others tend to get more parental-eqsue attention from Wu than he does. Wu has no problem showing him attention when he needs; he just also recognizes that Jay doesn't need it as much (but he will be there when duty calls!!)

Kai gladly sees Wu as the father he knows he deserves even if they don't always see eye-to-eye and that's why it hurts Kai so much whenever they get into an altercation (but then when his parents actually come back and all is revealed things get a little...tricky) BUT Wu is particularly partial of Kai because a) that's his best friend's son, that's basically his son already so must protect at all costs and b) Kai reminds him of Morro and he does NOT want to repeat mistakes. but hey might be a touch too late oooooh—

In the same vein as Kai, Wu is also somewhat partial to Nya, but as she's so self-reliant and independent he only hovers over her on the rare occasions when she either asks or she's particularly (read: physically) upset. He tries not to overstep too many boundaries but he also worries about her a lot (especially with Garmadon's shenanigans). Nya doesn't even realize he's filling a much-needed role for her because she's never had the context for it.

(...and I totally don't already have another story tackling these very points that I have yet to finish because writing Nya is very very very hard but it is in progress and it will get done I SWEAR)

#shameless plug is shameless #but i am very passionate about father figure wu okay!!!!#it's my agenda #ninjago #the lego ninjago movie #tlnm #legacyverse #info tag #master wu #i'd talk about lloyd too but aaaaaaahmmmmm #i'd be dipping into some stuff that would ruin the surprise for both my works haha #can't play my cards too early y'know

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lara-kaminari · 2 years ago

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Another person in the room // Ominis Gaunt x F!Reader

Summary: Things weren't supposed to turn out like this, this situation doesn't even make sense, what would Ominis gain from this, why involve Sebastian?

Warnings: Light Angst, +18, explicit content. Ominis Gaunt x F!Reader, Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader, one-shot

A/N: Nope, English is not my first language.

MC looked at the shredded parchment on top of the desk. The paper was crumpled and torn from the number of times she'd mishandled it to get rid of the evidence without employing her wand since pulling it out in the middle of class would be too conspicuous. Perhaps she could have solved that inconvenience in another way if it weren't for the fact that it was a surprise: The message appeared in the pocket of her robe, just as she was reaching for a mint to help her focus on the boring History class.

Ominis wanted to meet her again in the prefects' bathroom tonight after curfew.

MC had started talking to him earlier in the year, it was inevitable. The close friendship between the blond boy and Sebastian forced them into a relationship thanks to the new circumstances. The two were always together in the library and eventually started to get along. Ominis was a quiet and reserved student. She excelled in Charms, a subject MC often frowned upon. Ominis had offered to tutor him and it was there, in the library, that they shared a more personal talk.

Ominis was very close to Sebastian, he probably had more right than MC regarding what was best for him. However, she... Well, it wasn't just friendship that controlled MC's actions. Sebastian was special.

Yes, a special boy who was pursued by almost the entire student body of the school.

She was special too, or at least special enough that a little "slip up" had allowed her to spend a night together with who she considered to be a mere high school romance. There wasn't much romance or affection in the following encounters, though neither was she the victim of mistreatment or attitude changes. Sebastian is Sebastian. He wanted to enjoy himself and thought his friend was a good choice for that because, and in her words, she said, "I feel more confident doing it with you, we know this has no future so there's no pressure."

MC was suffering because there are supposed to be more important issues to focus on other than love turmoil that will get her nowhere. She kept telling herself how pathetic it is to wander the halls lamenting over a guy who she then invites to Hogsmade for a butterbeer because, "That's what friends do."

It was in one of those encounters, just as Sebastian was walking away to talk to a girl who caught his attention in the distance, that Ominis appeared behind MC.

—You smell like salt. —He said, suddenly.

—What?

—You smell like salt, you cry too much.

—What the hell are you saying? —MC remembers touching his face subconsciously, as if she was afraid that the ghost of his crying was really there.

—If you keep this up then Sebastian will soon realize.

—I don't know what you're talking about, but I recommend you stay away from what doesn't concern you.

—It's sad. —Ominis said, ignoring the girl. —It must be stressful for you, I know Sebastian and the things he does? It must be depressing for you to end your stay at school having saved yourself for a man who only uses you when....

—Ominis!

—Did I go too far?

—You are not the one to talk about my personal relationships; it seems to me that all this time I have been kind and respectful to you so I will ask you not to cross a boundary of the poor trust we have built, it doesn't suit you.

—Why doesn't it suit me? —Ominis asked. —I'm just trying to...

—Do you think I'll listen to the babblings of a blind, virgin child?

Ominis smiled, it seemed to have been funny to hear the girl talk to him like that.

—Do you think I'm a virgin?

—I know you are.

—Why don't you find out? I mean, after all you have that choice or wait for Sebastian to notice your existence? He's still not coming back, is he?

In that Ominis wasn't wrong, Sebastian seemed to have forgotten about MC a long time ago.

After that day, the relationship between Ominis and MC was now complicated. MC couldn't decide where she stood with him. She enjoyed meeting with Ominis. He was a strong and complete lover. Every encounter always left MC satiated and wanting more. She had strange feelings for Ominis, but she didn't love him.

And he certainly didn't love her. Ominis had a... particular taste when it came to sex. In fact, if MC had to label the boy's inclinations, he'd say he was pretty kinky. Yes, that described Ominis perfectly. Ominis, the silent, perverted Slytherin.

MC looked across the Great Dining Hall at dinner time. As he looked at the Slytherin table, a pair of milky eyes lifted from their lowered position and it seemed as if he was looking directly at her. He smiled as if sensing her, causing her to look away and blush.

—Are you all right, MC? —Sebastian asked, noticing the strange expression on her face.

—Yes, everything's fine.

He arched an eyebrow before walking over to her table.

MC bit her lip. She would definitely look for Ominis later that night. She couldn't say no. She didn't want to say no. When she looked over to the Slytherin table, she saw that Ominis was talking to Sebastian.

Now she just needed to wait until the evening.

Fortunately, the hours passed quickly and soon curfew arrived. MC had just come out of hiding and planted an alibi, so he quickly made his way to the prefect's bathroom. Her heart was pounding as she did so. She was always nervous about getting caught. However, she could make up some excuse as to why she had gotten up late.

Besides, getting caught was part of the fun, wasn't it? The threat of someone catching them in the act added to the excitement. Her body buzzed with anticipation. She knew Ominis loved having sex in public spaces. Once, the two of them played under the Quidditch bleachers while a match was going on. One of the best orgasms of her life.

She whispered the password and then went into the bathroom. MC took a few steps before someone tapped her on the shoulder.

—Hello.

—Hello, Ominis. —She turned around and wrapped her arms around his waist. She noticed that his milky eyes looked more beautiful than usual. It was almost magical. —How was your day?

Ominis shrugged.

—The same as usual. —He pulled her to him, so that she was now pressed against his body. —It's about to get a lot better. —Ominis lowered his head and kissed her gently. —I've missed you.

She blushed.

—I've missed you too.

Ominis smiled. He took her hand and pulled her toward the bathroom. The tub was already full and frothy bubbles covered the top. MC's sense of smell allowed her to distinguish that the bubbles smelled of lavender and muskmelon. Ominis loved those scents.

—Get undressed. —Ominis ordered, his eyes darkening with desire. Now they were standing near the edge of the bath.

MC swallowed hard. Slowly, she pulled her sweater up over her head. Then she unbuttoned her blouse, not breaking eye contact with Ominis throughout the process. Once she was alone in her bra, she unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She took off her shoes and pulled down her stockings. After removing them, she stood in front of him in her bra and panties.

Ominis' fingers ran over her body delicately, caressing the bare skin with his fingertips until he touched the fabric that remained undisturbed.

—MC... —He said slowly, sending shivers up and down her back. —I thought I told you to get undressed.

She bit her lip. Reaching behind, she unclasped her bra and slid the straps off her shoulders. After placing her bra with the rest of her clothes, she slowly removed her panties. Now she stood in front of Ominis completely naked, the cold air hardening her nipples.

The door was open. MC knew that, at any possible moment, someone could walk in and see them. Her heart was pounding in her chest, adding to the mix of emotions she was feeling; excitement, nervousness, desire.

—Get in the tub. —Ominis ordered.

MC quickly did as he told her. Ominis liked to be in total control, which she didn't mind. She liked to do what Ominis told her...it always put her in the mood.

Slipping into the bathroom, she sighed into the warm water.

—Are you coming in? —She asked her companion.

—Of course. —He said, rolling his eyes. Using his wand, he removed his school robes. —Why wouldn't I come in?

MC shrugged.

—I love fucking you in the bathroom. —Ominis said, his voice husky as he pulled her closer to him. Their naked bodies touched causing each of them to let out a small sigh of satisfaction. —There's something about you and water that makes me hard.

She let out a low chuckle, touching the boy's erection with confidence. His cock was really hard.

—Do you want me, MC?

—Yes. —She answered honestly. MC looked at him with desire in her eyes. —Touch me, please.

Ominis smiled as he slid his hand between her legs. He quickly caressed her clit, enjoying the soft moans she was making.

—Ominis. —she moaned.

Ominis greedily captured her lips in a kiss. He continued to caress her, knowing she was more than ready for him.

When their tongues entangled, she moaned. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him to her. Her hand ended up crushed between them, but MC didn't care. She rocked her center against his straining erection and let out a small choked cry. They both pulled apart.

—Fuck me, MC. —Ominis ordered breathlessly. —I need you now.

MC bent down as she brought one leg up against her hip and grabbed Ominis cock. She guide him to her entrance and let out a moan as he positioned himself fully inside her. Moving her hands around his neck, she pushed against him.

Ominis grunted and began to thrust inside her. He gripped the edge of the tub in an attempt to keep his balance.

—Wrap your legs around my hips.

She did so, sighing at the new position.

—Merlin, Ominis.....

He smiled.

—You like that, don't you?

—Of course. —She answered, breathless.

Ominis fucked her slowly, penetrating her with purposeful movements. His eyes watched the pleasure on her face as she moaned and groaned.

Suddenly, the prefect's bathroom door opened.

MC and Ominis stood still. Footsteps were heard. The person walked towards the shower.

—Ominis. —MC hissed. Water splashed, causing whoever was walking to stop.

—Who's in there? —a voice shouted.

Ominis smiled. He recognized his best friend's voice.

—It's just me, Sebastian.

—Is it okay if I take a shower? —Sebastian asked.

—Of course. —Ominis answered, with a smile still on his face. —I'm enjoying my bath.

—Well, go on then. —Said Sebastian, with a hint of humor in his voice.

MC let out a sigh of relief when she heard the shower water turn on.

—Did he see us? —She whispered.

—You tell me. —Ominis said.

—That side of the bathroom is dark.

—Sounds like we're safe.

—I'd better go while he's distracted. —MC muttered. —I don't want him to catch me.

—Don't talk nonsense. —hissed Ominis. —We'll be done when you and I are completely fucked.

—But-

He shushed her with a passionate kiss. Ominis pushed inside her roughly, enjoying the way she bit down hard on his lower lip. He turned and heard her stifled moan. He smiled, knowing he was hitting that sweet spot deep inside her.

MC moaned and gasped, trying to keep quiet. She didn't want Sebastian to hear them. However, Ominis was fucking her too well and she simply couldn't help it. She gasped as she felt her inner walls flutter around his length. She dug her nails into his shoulder as his orgasm slammed into her. Each deep thrust made his pelvis graze her clit. It was almost too much for MC to take.

Ominis felt her contract in ecstasy. She was beautiful. He always thought MC was beautiful, but in moments like these, she was beautiful. There was nothing more precious in this world than her.

—Do you want him to listen to you? —Ominis joked. —Do you want Sebastian to know what he's missing? Do you want to tell him that you never needed him and that you pretended to be a good friend while you fucked his best friend in secret?

—Ominis, stop it...

—He's here, why don't you just let yourself listen?

A well-crafted move forced MC to be loud, he too cum with a choked cry, crumbling as her name left his lips repeatedly. Pleasure rippled through his entire body, leaving him breathless.

They both gasped, each trying to breathe in as much air as possible to catch their breath.

MC again smelled of salt and no longer cared to hide, she had been discovered anyway. She ran out, soaked from head to toe, covering herself only with her tunic and without looking back. Ominis didn't know what to say, she wasn't thinking either.

—Ominis, what have you done?

Right, there was another person there.

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