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cuntdevil · 2 months ago

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★ SORRY WON'T HEAL EVERYTHING !

you've been lying to megumi, saying that you need his help in organic chemistry, when in actuality, you just want to be in close proximity.

( fic demographics. ) jujutsu kaisen, megumi fushiguro, sexually mature | minors, ageless & blank blogs: do not interact & 6472 words !

╰┈➤ aged up!megumi fushiguro, tutor!megumi fushiguro & rich college student!reader, crush to enemies to lovers, breaking & entering (not really but megumi & reader gets into a little tussle-ish), bickering, reader is described to have a bush, dom!reader, sub!megumi, dry humping, edging, nipple play, whining & begging, edging, multiple (2) orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie, cowgirl position, etc.

( author's note. ) no special note this time other than to comment & reblog with your thoughts uwu !!

The world is cruel to pretty rich girls like you. Creating a stigma that you all are just ditzy and dumb, leeching off the money that your daddy worked damn hard for and will tarnish their legacy. And it's unfortunate that people think that you'll end up the same way. Majoring in Biochemistry, people don't know how you've made it so far. Convinced that you've been sleeping your way around with the university professors to stay on top of things, or coercing the board with bribe money to continue funding the legacy admissions that continue to come. Or, you’ve been paying off your tutors to do the work for you. Either way, people have painted a fairly dark picture of you that couldn't be more wrong.

You wouldn't say you're a genius or some sort of prodigy, but you understand the material. When you don't, you're studying your ass off and going the extra mile to make sure you do. You have access to the best learning tools there is, enrolling in subscriptions to websites to receive the guides and tips you need. You put in the work, and people reduce you to nothing just because they have their stigmas and biases on rich people. It's a shame really, but if they want to make a presumed opinion about you before knowing you, then you'll play right into their hands.

You play the cute little bimbo that takes notes fancily, titling your notes with calligraphy pens and markers. Color-coordinates everything you do because it's pretty, and not because it'll help you retain the information better when you look over and study. You'll put down sticky notes all over your textbooks, highlighting important keywords that pop up just because the professor said so, and not because it coincides with something else and you were paying attention to it. And after the lecture, when everyone's packing up their belongings, you'll linger behind because you have so much stuff to put away. Not because you want to talk to Megumi Fushiguro, one of the top students in the class.

When people see you sauntering over the messy-haired boy who always looks bored of everyone, they think of the typical. You're going to ask him for help when in actuality, you'll pay him just enough to get him to do your work for you. You're lucky enough that the professors know that your work is legitimate as you've spoken to them outside of class for them to collect that much from you. So, they don't bat an eye when you're calling for the boy's name as he's ready to leave. “Fushiguro, can you wait a minute?”

You catch him off guard the moment he turns around and realizes that it's you. His eyes widen before he controls his composure, returning to his slouched pose and waiting for you to catch up. “Yeah?”

You're polite, holding your hand out as you introduce yourself. “Hey, I'm (Y/N).”

He takes it, feeling the smoothness of the palm of your hand. You smile widely, eyes beaming brightly as the corner of your lips only expand. “Hi. I would introduce myself, but it seems like you already knew my name, so…”

“Oh, well, yeah,” you shrug sheepishly. “I've heard the professor call it out a few times or so. Anyway—” It feels harder than you thought it would, approaching him to ask for help. Truth be told, you're lying under the jurisdiction that you need assistance in the class. You need far from it, but you've seen him from time to time, developing a small crush on him and apprehensive on how you should approach him. You thought this would be the best and most believable way. “—I wanted help on the next assignment. You seem to know the material really well, too. I'll pay you! Just tell me your rate! It won't be a problem.”

It won't be a problem. Tch. Megumi can't help but wonder if he's your next victim. That he'll be the next fool struggling to finish his own assignments on top of yours. While the extra money does sound good, he has more dignity than that and so should you. “I'm sorry, but I'm busy.”

He doesn't give you the opportunity to say anything else before he's heading through the double doors of the lecture room.

The next time you run into Megumi, it's at the courtyard and you have more confidence than you did the last time. Maybe you shouldn't though because he's hanging out with his friends. One a boy with pink hair that has adorable brown eyes that resemble a puppy and the next a girl with auburn brown hair that stops at her shoulders. The two seem to be arguing over something while Megumi's face is on his phone.

“Fushiguro, hey!” He recognizes your voice now, and he lets out a dreadful sigh before he turns around. Yuuji and Nobara have thankfully stopped their pointless bickering because of you, so he should be an ounce but grateful. When he spins around in his seat, you're wearing a cute little get up. A denim jeans skirt that falls mid thigh and a silk baby pink top with bows on the shoulder. You adorn goddess braids that are pulled up in a half-up, half-down do— a bow holding the ponytail together as well. You look cute.

“Hey,” his dryness should let you know perfectly clearly that he doesn't bother, but you're a stubborn girl. You had talked yourself over the entire ordeal for the past two days since and didn't let it deter you. You just instilled the hopefulness that he truly was busy and needed to get to his next class. Now, he was available and you could properly talk to him.

“We didn't really get to talk properly last time,” you beam. “I know you said you're busy, so I want to say that I don't have a problem doing it whenever you're available. I can give you my number and we—”

“Can we talk in private, please?” Megumi asks, seeing that you were serious in regards to a tutoring session. You nod, humming out an ‘mhm’ as Megumi gets up and leads you to somewhere secluded and where his friends can't hear nor watch. When he's a safe distance away, he turns to you as you still look so expectant and hopeful. Part of him is starting to think you genuinely need help, but his bias starts speaking against him.

“Look,” Megumi starts. “I don't have enough time in my day to do the workload for both me and you. I'm being nice when I say find someone else to do your work for you and leave me alone.”

Your face falls, to what Megumi believes to be your hopes of getting the easy way out of the next Organic Chemistry assignment being crushed. However, it's more-so annoyance than anything else as you become heated in it. Megumi's about to leave when your voice rings in his ears. “Did you really think I took time out of my day twice to ask you to help me cheat?”

“What?” He asks, taken aback.

“You heard me,” you snap. “Do you really think that if I wanted someone to do my homework, that I wouldn't just find the next guy smart enough to do it for me? For a smart guy, you're really clueless.”

“T-then, what?” Megumi clears his voice. “Did you really need help? I'm sorry if you did—”

“Honestly, I already had the work done,” you prop a hand on your hip, frowning. “And no, I didn't need to pay someone to do it for me. And I didn't use the internet.

“You know what I really hate about people,” you continue to drone on. “I hate that they would just jump to conclusions rather than get to know someone to know that, hey! They're actually smart. But no, you guys would rather go with the presumption that all rich people cheat their way out through life. Yeah, I have a card in my father's name to buy what I need and want, but he's too prideful to pass his name down to a girl that can't tell the difference between rDNA and DNA, so yeah, it's not as easy for me as it looks!

“To think I had an inkling of a crush on you that I was desperate enough to ask you to tutor me under the hoax of needing help, when you're just a stuck up asshole like the rest of them. Ugh, this was such a waste of my time!”

This time, you're the one to leave Megumi speechless, stomping off to your next class.

Megumi didn't realize how many classes you had together, but you did. Whenever you made eye contact with him, you turned immediately back around. Whenever he was close to approaching you ready to apologize, you were out the door in a flash. He must've really worked you up to the point that you quit your facade, raising your hand more in class to answer questions. You even started correcting him during the lectures, having students stunned when the professor had confirmed that you were, in fact, correct. It had his ears red when Inumaki nudged him and snickered at how you one-upped him.

However, in Organic Chemistry, you're staggering. Try to stuff all of your things inside your bag because honestly, you do like making your notes pretty— for the pretty colors and for better retaining the information. You're close to sipping your bag shut when something falls out, your pencil pouch again. Someone beats you to it, picking it up for you right as you're trying to maneuver things around.

“Thank you,” you begin to ramble. “I packed so much stuff today, and I honestly really didn't need to because the professor didn't even end up asking for them. Like—”

When you look to see who it is, you're quick to shut your mouth and give him the cold shoulder once again. Your time is dry, just as he was with you once upon a time. “Thank you.”

“Wait,” Megumi sighs, grabbing your wrist when you're ready to head on out. “Please, just listen to me.”

“Oh?” You cross your arms. “Like how you were so willing to listen to me.”

“I'm sorry—”

“Apology forgiven. Bye,” you cut him short, trying to leave his tight grasp around your wrist, but he won't budge.

“You were right,” he admits. “I was being an asshole, and jumped right at the gun, thinking what everyone else was thinking. They just said you were some spoiled rich kid and I believed them right away. My apology is crappy and you don't have to forgive me, but if you really want that tutoring session, it'll be free of charge. I'm available on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursday afternoons.”

He reaches for a crumbled paper in his pocket, which you hesitate to take. When it's in your grasp, he finally lets go. “Call me or text me when you're available.”

You pout, not liking how your heart is skipping a beat when you look up at him. Your wall is quickly breaking as you stumble on your hips. You can only get yourself to mumble, “I’m busy,” before you're grabbing your bag. Completely forgetting about your pencil pouch.

—

You don't realize you've been missing your pencil pouch for four days straight. In your defense, Organic Chemistry is your last class of the week, so you have a huge chunk of time in between it. You had emailed your professor about it, but she had said that didn't it see it when you left. You checked the campus’s lost and found and even reached out to the custodial staff to see if they had found it when they were cleaning, but to no avail. It was just a pouch that you could easily replace at the snap of a finger, but you hated not trying to look for something before spending money. Trying to retrace your steps, you're wondering if you were with anyone the last time you had it— fuck.

You curse to yourself incessantly as you realize that maybe he picked it up when you had forgotten it. If so, why hasn't he returned it to you? Is this some sick tactic of his for you to reach out to him? He did give you his number, after all. Groaning, you feel like you'd rather buy a new pencil case at this point in time.

You find yourself an easily forgiving person. Knowing that if you messaged him, you'd forget what he did to make you upset in the first place and easily break your resolve. For once in your life, you wanted to stay angry for a decent amount of time before reaching out again. You are proud of yourself, though, because he apologized to you first. However, you didn't want to falter so easily and forgive him just yet. No, he could wait a little longer until you're ready to message him.

Two hours pass until you have the phone in your hands, fishing for the slip of paper that you had to fish from your dirty laundry hamper after shoving it in your pocket that day. You luckily found it, not thinking twice when you dialed his number in your phone and saved it under Fushiguro.

to fushiguro: hey. it's y/n. do you have my pencil pouch by any chance?

You didn't want to further elaborate on it, hoping that he knew what you were talking about the moment you hit send. When Megumi received the message of an unknown number, seeing a sliver of it that revealed your name, he sat up on his dorm bed as he clicked open. Reading the message in its entirety, he was close to saying yes and that he would return it to you next class, but he remembered what he told himself. He wanted you to talk to him, to schedule a tutoring session. And he'll make you do it the best way he knows how.

to you: sorry, but we're able to compute that. please message with your preferred tutoring date, time and preferred meeting spot.

It was stupid, but he was hoping it would work. He figured that he could annoy you to the point where you would give in and set up one, or you'd block him and he'd finally take the hint that you don't want to talk to him ever again. But, he really wanted to address the fact that you went through all of this because you liked him. It warmed his heart.

You frowned at the message, rolling your eyes as you quickly grew agitated. Was he really going to do this right now?

to fushiguro: are you kidding me rn?

to fushiguro: fushiguro, if you don't answer me seriously, i'm going to block you!

from fushiguro: im calling your bluff. schedule an appointment if you want your pencil pouch back.

to fushiguro: no. give it back to me at org chem.

from fushiguro: no.

to fushiguro: fuck you.

to fushiguro: im being so serious. fuck you.

Megumi curses to himself, never registering that he could piss you off this bad. However, he was adamant on meeting you in private. You didn't realize that in your pouch, you had labeled your dorm room number in case it got lost. When he messaged you again, you blocked him.

—

There's a knock on your room door as you're underneath the covers of your bed, the lights off as you're doom scrolling. You pause, sure that your roommate had brought her key along with her. Unless she had lost it— that would be the third time this year. Grumbling, you jump from out of the bed, “Maki, if you lost your key again, I swear to God! I'm not going to open the door for you anymore—”

“Please!” Megumi begs. “Don't shut the door on me!”

“I'm going to file a harassment report on you,” you sneer, trying to shut the door but he's wedged his foot between the frame to block you from doing so.

“(Y/N), I'm sorry,” Megumi whines out. “Please, just listen.”

“I did and I said you were forgiven,” you groan, trying to kick his foot from between, but he's being such an ass— a strong one at that.

“But you don't mean it,” Megumi huffs. “And, I have your pencil pouch, right here. I can give it to you if you just let me in.”

“Not in a fat chance,” you pant as Megumi's come to wedge his body inside. “You're starting to become really weird, y’know. It's not that deep. It's just a pencil case.”

“Says the girl—” Megumi exhales, finally halfway inside. “—that texted me for it.”

He nearly knocks you down with the brute force he has to use to get inside. You stumble back as you nearly lose your footing. You catch yourself against the dresser, pushing yourself back on your feet as Megumi stands inside. You're breathing heavily as you both collect yourself. You've given up, seeing the stakes that he was willing to take for you to talk to him. You surrender, your hands falling to the side as he stands before you in silence. “You're inside my room now. Say what you have to say.”

Now that he was here, Megumi didn't know what to say. He takes a look around, noticing your choice of decoration. Your side of the room is simple, a pink tapestry hung with floral designs with a cork board hanging over your bed— important dates, photos and sticky notes attached to it. On your desk, you have your notebooks and textbooks aligned where tabs are neatly placed inside it. He shuffles toward them and you don't say a word, watching as he flips through them. You've taken elaborate notes, have study guides and print outs annotated. They're better than his own.

“Wow,” he chuckles to himself. “I really underestimated you.”

“Is this what you came to do?” You ask him, sitting on your bed as you observe the boy. “Look through my things and violate my privacy?”

“You can report me after this,” Megumi says. “I deserve it.”

“You sure as hell do,” you mumble. “Can't believe I had a crush on a creep.”

There's that word again. Crush. Megumi looks over at you, his face heating up at the thought. “Do you really— have a crush on me?”

“I did,” you correct him, though you're lying to yourself. “Before I found out you’re an asshole and a creep.”

“Why?” The question catches you off guard, your eyebrows furrowing as you look up at him in your sitting position.

“Why, what?” You ask for elaboration. “Why did I have a crush on you?”

Megumi nods, cheeks tinted in a deep shade of red that it's nearly concerning. “What made you attracted to me?”

“I don't know,” you shrug, placing your hands in your lap as you begin to fiddle with them. “You're cute. I mean, you have messy jet black hair that I’d love to play in, and these serious blue eyes that I'd want to make lighter. But, when you frown, I also find it cute.”

Megumi grows even more flustered, finding himself looking away. “You're also cute when you blush.”

Megumi finds the courage to sit on the edge of the bed, close to you. “You can… You can play with my hair now— if you want.”

And you hate it. You hate it how cute he looks right now, eyes pleading with yours and asking you to touch him. And how your body wants to give in and lean in. And they do. They have a mind of their own as Megumi's body leans against yours, giving you better access to his head. It's comforting, running your hands into his locks.

He can feel your heartbeat against him, how it's grown calmer by the second as you absentmindedly run your fingers through his hair. “You're also very smart,” you continued. “I liked that about you, but then…”

“I'm sorry,” Megumi whispers. There's a big pause.

“Yeah,” you hum. “You keep saying that.”

Megumi pulls away from you, getting on all fours as he crawls. You scooch further, wondering what he's doing until your back hits the headboard having you pinned down. His eyes seem sincere this time when he says it. “I mean it, (Y/N). I really am sorry.”

“I know,” you breathe, his face inching closer to yours that you can feel the heat of him. Your heart's starting to pound again as all rationality flies out the window, telling you to push him off and grow a backbone. However, you know that this has gone long enough and that you truly did forgive him the moment he apologized the first time. You were just being petty.

“Please forgive me.”

“I do, Fushiguro.”

“Call me Megumi.” There was a small measure of uncertainty. If he should really do this, what he's about to do. His fingers linger on your face, your beautiful skin as he looks down on your plump lips. You lick the bottom lip, and in his mind it's so tantalizingly slow that you must be purposely teasing him. His thumb reaches for it, gliding against the skin before his eyes are meeting yours again. It's faint, your nod, but he notices it. It gives him the courage to make your lips touch, his pink ones against yours.

It's chaste and dry at first, both of you testing and tasting the waters before you're both pulling away. There's a cloud full of need inside the two of you, a thin layer of arousal sprouting out of you as his chest presses against yours. Enveloped in each other's heat as Megumi comes to push a few strands of hair out of your face. Your hand comes next to caress him, mustering the confidence for both of you to really dive in the waters.

He tasted of spearmint and strawberries. You, the sweet artificial flavor of cherries. It's addictive as Megumi finds himself moaning into your lips first. You find yourself giggling against him when he pulls away, wanting to apologize yet again. However, you seize the opportunity to flip him over, catching him off guard as his eyes widen and you pin down his arms. This change of position, he has no problem with it. Eyes glossing, his hands instinctively find your hips, pulling them into him as you feel his growing erection.

With a breathy sigh, underneath your flimsy shorts, you can feel him. Feel his cock hardening underneath you as you press your hips down on him, putting all your weight on the poor boy's groin. You rock your hips gently just to tease him, feeling your own cunt clenches at how quickly Megumi grew aroused. But who are you kidding? So did you.

He’s hard inside his pants, loose fitted sweats where the material is thin. You’re wearing shorts that barely cover your ass, feeling how he continues to harden underneath you. Your languid movements, how your hips sensually as you rock back and forth. The hem of your tank top is riding up, revealing an inch of skin as a cute happy trail becomes visible. Megumi finds his hands roaming to your hips, pulling you to ground yourself against him before you swat away his arms and lean down to his level. Pretty plump lips that are close to his as he’s got no other choice but to look at you so close up. They curve into a smile, a small giggle leaving you before you’re licking at them and making them shine. “No touching.”

Megumi lets out a whimper in protest, daring to return his fingers to grip at your waist, but you grab ahold of them before they make contact. Your gaze is sharper, glaring at the boy as he can only mewl out, “Why not?”

“Why not?” Your manicured nails are sharp, digging into his pale skin that it’ll surely bruise. However, he can only feel himself twitch into the pain as you move against him, tutting out a sound of disapproval and looking down at him as though he’s stupid. “After you’ve been so mean to me, you think you deserve to touch me?”

��S-sorry,” he apologizes, but this time it doesn’t meet his eyes. Only leaving his lips in a desperation for your touch. Sorry, sorry, sorry. You come to roll your eyes as it becomes more meaningless everytime he says it. With both of his hands in your tight hold, you bring them to pin them over his head and pull Megumi in for a kiss. He moans into your lips, his pelvis jutting upwards in a need for more. To feel the friction and heat of your pussy against him. You let out a breath, a high-pitched squeak that leaves you as your tongue dives into his mouth.

His body has fallen so eager to you, begging for any close proximity that you can give him. The warmth of your body being too much that already he feels himself near, how he can imagine his length flushed in a red so needy that he’s ready to combust. “I—please…”

His face heats up in a bright shade of crimson that it’s nearly concerning. He finds himself embarrassed about how worked up he got over just you kissing him and the buck of your hips. You find it cute. You can feel his cock twitch underneath you fortunately, and you stop before he can spill himself inside his pants. The moment your weight isn’t pressed down into him, he whines in protest as his blue eyes look for yours in pleading. You shake your head, bottom lips poking out in a pout. “Nuh uh,” you say. “Can't have you wasting yourself in your pants.” Even if it’ll be the hottest thing you’ll ever see.

Still, there’s a wet patch in his pants, darkening the material as you slot yourself in between his legs. His shirt has ridden up considerably, revealing most of his stomach and the short pebbles of hair leading down to his length. Your touch is cold. Megumi shivers underneath it as you tuck your fingers underneath his pants and underwear, tugging it down slowly in exaggeration to reveal his cock to you. Shaft and balls a dusty pink with the head of him bright with need. Where he’s not too gifted in girth, he’s been blessed with a slightly over average cock that’ll surely be enough to reach your g-spot. Pre leaks from his tip, jolting ever so slightly at the cold air engulfing the room.

You hum in delight, finding him so pretty like this. His shirt rose and his pants pooling at the ankles before you can remove them completely. He pants heavily, a visceral desire reverberating off of his chest as you leave him wanting for more. To have you over him like this, his pupils dilate as he watches you crawl over him and reach to pull off his shirt. When he’s completely bare underneath you, he lays down pliantly as he waits for your next move. You can do anything to him, he wouldn’t care, he just needed you.

With his length hitting his lower stomach, you’ve positioned yourself to how you previously were and returned to your teasing movements, rocking against his length. It’s overwhelming, but in a way that doesn’t have him begging to leave. He keeps his arms over his head, his short stubby nails doing nothing as his fingers dig in his flesh. Again, your chest is pressed against his as you kiss him, tasting you and loving what he receives.

How did these events transpire? If someone were to ask you, your mind would go blank, only happy with the outcome of it all. You hold Megumi’s face in your hands, caressing his cheeks as your tongue dances against his. Filled with so much fervor as your movements sound the gentle creaks of the bed, you have to restrain yourself from what you truly want. How you truly want him to fill you up and give you what you’ve been craving this entire time. But, he looks so handsome like this— watching how his face heats up with either lust or embarrassment, or how he moans and whines against you. To feel how you’ve had him on the brink of an orgasm just from kissing alone, it’s enough to build up your ego, never having a man like this. It’s usually the opposite.

When you detact your lips from his, a string of saliva is attached, becoming thinner and thinner until it snaps. Megumi’s blue eyes have darkened significantly, pink lips opened up slightly as he takes you in. Taking in your absolute beauty as you’re still clothed. Under your tank top is nothing, forgoing a bra and your nipples are poking through. They rub against the fabric in heavy need, and he can only imagine how they’d feel in his mouth.

“Can you take off your top?” His voice is low, coming out breathy as his mouth waters. He’s afraid that you’ll say no, so he makes eye contact with you, eyes widened in a begging motion as he adds, “Please.”

You’d be lying if you said that didn’t make your heart flutter and before you can thoroughly think it through, your arms cross as you pull up your shirt. Your breasts spill out of the tight fitted top, dropping out like a breath of relief. Dark areolas that are puckered as your nipples stand out prominently. Megumi’s body has a mind of its own, sitting up on the bed before you can completely register as he takes you ahold of him and drags you down to lay on top of him. His mouth opens to suck you, and you can feel the warmth of his lips as he lets out a wanton moan.

It’s dragged out as he can taste your skin, feel how your back arches into him as you can only succumb to the pleasure. Your hips buck against him, pressing against his cock as he continues to leak precum. The translucent mess sticking to your bottoms as he holds your waist tightly against him as he ruts himself into you. The salt of your skin is quickly washed away as he sucks and nips at the pebbles, seemingly wanting for something to come out of you.

His eyes are shut as his grip on you is tight and forcing your hips to ground against him as you call out his name. “M-Megumi…”

Such a quick turn of events as your mouth hangs open as he moves you how he wants, tightly ground him as he rocks his hips into you. He alternates between your breasts, giving them equal opportunities of love as you can feel your slick sticking to your underwear. Your juices pool at the amount of friction against you. You can feel Megumi’s erection against your covered cunt, and the wetness of each other against it. It feels so dirty and so nasty, but simultaneously all too good to pull away from each other.

“You feel so good,” Megumi breathes against you, feeling that familiar knot within his stomach as his cock twitches. And he’s greedy, not wanting to stop in fear that you’ll edge him again. “P–please… Make me feel even better.”

“I will…” you draw out, voice getting higher. “I will. Just— Don’t stop right now!”

Megumi shakes his head in promise, his hold on you getting impossibly tighter. “I won’t. Trust me.”

There’s a huge wet patch on your shorts now, the cotton in your panties being too weak to hold all of your juices in as Megumi beckons that much from you. You continue to grow aroused the more he moans against you, sucking on your breasts and kneading them with heavy devotion. However, those same moans become more choked and staggered as you feel his length against you, a wetness foreign to yours leaking from him. Cumming all over your shorts as his lips finally leave your breasts to get ahold of himself. Eyes shut as his eyebrows knit together before he’s returning back to you. “Fuck,” he breathes, eyes open again yet hazy. That same pink tint returns to his cheeks and you can anticipate what’s about to leave it next.

“Don’t say it,” you giggle, putting a finger on his lips. His eyes widen before he’s chuckling, about to say it again before he can catch himself. Instead, he replaces it with, “Okay.”

Soon enough do you replace the word from his vocabulary, stripping yourself out of your shorts and down to your soaked panties. Your juices stick to your inner thighs as you push the crotch of your underwear to the side and leave Megumi a short period of time to ogle your bare cunt. It’s such a beautiful sight to behold, the dark curls of your happy trail leading to the little bush that you adorn. How he’d like to run his fingers along the tufts of hair, but you’ve got his hands up again, commanding him not to touch. Your folds glisten magnificently in the lighting as Megumi’s dark pupils are trained on your pussy, watching how your essence sticks to them.

With the cum that sticks to his stomach, you use a finger to collect the strays and paint it over your clit. He watches in awe, the white painting to the contrast of your dark nub and into the hairs. It’s messy and downright disgusting how you’re playing in his release, but it has his cock needy in delight and anticipation. Your pussy envelopes his shafts, painting him in your sweet nectar that has him wondering if it’s the forbidden fruit. And if so, would you be willing to let him have a taste? Would God allow him to?

His tip kisses your entrance, nearly bringing him to his second release when you sink down onto him. It’s so dramatically slow, or maybe that’s mind conjuring that, beckoning himself to disobey you and pull you down against him to sheath himself completely inside you. Your hole swallows him up like corset strings continuing to pull and pull. You’re an enchanting temptress hovering over his body as your walls suck him in whole. It’s a miracle how he hasn’t succumbed to his wants by now.

You feel full, feeling how his cock has embedded itself inside you. Your pussy clenches around him, a sigh leaving your lips of true satisfaction. You still yourself for a moment, body going unmoving as he watches Megumi from below. He looks so in awe as though he’s in complete adoration of you and your body. His hands twitch overhead as you know he wants more than nothing that touch you again, wanting to feel the warmth of your skin as you fuck yourself on his cock. You’re amazed by him, how he keeps such a calm and collected composure inside of the classroom. Making him appear as he has everything together, but here he is— underneath you and you have his entire composure falling apart in a matter of seconds. How he was eager to have you play in his hair and shortly disintegrated into a thousand tiny pieces the moment you kissed him.

How he went under great lengths to try and prove that he’s truly sorry. You wonder how he feels, believing that the pretty rich girl that he thought was stupid now has him to the point where he can’t even think a coherent thought outside of your pussy. He’s come to believe that your cunt is magical and how it’s managed to make him come undone in such a short period of time. And when you start bouncing on his cock, you have him completely enamored.

Your breasts move up and down at the pace you’ve set, already having him a moaning mess. The stench of sex reeks throughout the dorm room, your juices and Megumi’s release being so potent that your roommate will scorn you and have you spray air freshener until it’s gone and can’t smell a trace of it. Skin slapping against skin and your wanton moans filling the air as neither of you are quiet and you show no ounce of remorse for those next door hearing it. The bed creaks with your movement, and you’re watching how your juices stick to him every time you meet his pelvis.

You’re focused on your pleasure, using his cock to get you off as you bounce and grind against his length. Pressing into him, his tip kisses at your g-spot, having you mewl against him as you fall into his chest. Breasts pressed into his chest, based on muscle memory, your lips find his in a matter of seconds as you continue to fuck his cock. Your pussy wraps him in a tight grip, having Megumi moan out against you. They’re swallowed away, but he doesn’t care.

You find yourself gnawing at Megumi’s bottom lip when you feel your release approaching you, that familiar coil in your stomach greets you. Your mouth goes dry as your eyes squeeze shut as your teeth let go of Megumi’s lips. You don’t have to utter a word for him to know that you’re close. Your impending orgasm only eggs his on as he moves inside you. When your movements become more sporadic as your thighs begin to shake, it’s as though your body is control of his, commanding him to cum alongside you. Your juices seep down, adorning his cock in your creamy essence as continuously milks his cock. A white ring forms at the base as your cunt grows messy itself, the mixture of cum twirling itself inside of your pretty little bush as you ride out your orgasm. You whine at the overstimulation, your clit rubbing against Megumi as it becomes sensitive.

Together, the two of you pant until that lust-blown fog is cleared from your minds and you’re staring into his eyes. Those blue eyes that stared back at you with so much lust and adoration. When you’re both breathing steadily, you lay your head in the crevice of his neck and feel the rhythmic beat of his heart.

It’s his turn to play in your hair, messing with the braids and the curled locks of hair that reside outside of it. He comes to chuckle, the vibration jolting you up as you shift. His cock still inside you, your movement has him groaning when you look up at him in curiosity. “What?”

You’ll probably slap him for this. “Does this mean I’m forgiven?”

#megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro smut #megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi smut #megumi smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #megumi fushiguro #megumi #fushiguro megumi #x reader #x black reader #‧₊˚ ⋅ standalone.#tw: (n)sfw

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lena-in-a-red-dress · 2 months ago

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Musician Age Gap AU Pt 16

"AUNT KARA!"

Esme throws the front door open and sprints full tilt across the lawn to throw her arms around Kara.

"Hey there," Kara greets.

Pulling her face back to look at Kara with wide eyes, Esme gets straight down to business.

"Tell me *everything*."

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Kara's exhausted on the couch by the time Esme runs out of questions. She softens the blow of having left Esme so long without updates by letting Esme watch her video recording of Lena's new song. Oh, Esme has already seen the bootlegs of the song spread online, but none of those were taken from backstage.

The hard conversation doesn't come until after dinner, when Esme goes upstairs to finish her homework and leaves Kara alone with Alex and Kelly. They both gaze at her with soft, but expectant eyes.

"I'm fine," Kara tells them.

"No one is saying you're not," Kelly assures her.

Alex is less gentle. "Doesn't mean we can't be worried."

Two days ago, Kara would have taken offense. Today, she recognizes the validity of Alex's concern.

She sighs. "I don't think it was the wrong decision."

"Neither do we," Kelly says. "I don't think choosing happiness ever could be."

"But going half the way across the world at the drop of a hat is bound to be jarring." Alex's voice isn't sharp at all. In fact, she's far more calm than Kara expected her to be.

Kara glances at her suspiciously. "You don't approve."

Alex shrugs. "It doesn't matter what I think. The fact you made the choice tells me it was the right decision in the moment." She lifts her glass of wine to her lips, eyeing Kara over the rim. "But is it sustainable?"

Biting her lip, Kara considers the question. She doesn't regret her choice, and the past few weeks have been a whirlwind of excitement and novelty on all fronts. But what happens when the shine wears off?

"I'm still happy," she says carefully. "And Lena has been amazing. I just... don't know what my role is."

Kelly offers a soft smile. "Growing pains is natural, especially in a situation like this where you've been thrust into an unfamiliar industry and an intense career like Lena's. And learning to navigate the personal stuff is requirement of any relationship. It's just going to be harder with Lena than with anyone else."

"Why?" Kara demands, defensive at the implication she would be daunted. "Because she's famous?"

"Yes, Kara!" Alex leans forward, features lined with concern. She sets her wine down, and scrubs her hands over her face. "I don't-- it's not that she's famous, it's the fact that she can't meet you halfway."

Kelly nods. "Successful partners find the common ground-- a spot where they can meet in the middle. What Alex is trying to say is that Lena can't do that."

"Look at what's happened so far," Alex elaborates, gesturing towards the door. "You uprooted everything and got dropped into her world. She hasn't-- she *can't* do the same for you."

Kara looks into her glass, pensive. Again, Alex isn't wrong. Lena's single foray into her life had been coffee in the park-- in disguise. Meanwhile Kara has been thrust into the deep end of Lena's own life. Her career, her family and friends...

Could Lena ever find the same kind of assimilation into Kara's life? Would she *want* to?

And does Kara care if she doesn't?

"I don't think it would be fair to either of us to end things before even trying."

Before anything else can be said, Esme's door slams open upstairs and teenaged feet pound down the stairs at a breakneck pace, only to screech to a halt at the threshold of the living room.

"Aunt Kara?"

Kara sits up from her slouch, concern leeching over her. "What's wrong?"

"Yeah, you okay sweetie?" Kelly asks.

Esme's features crease in apprehension, her anxious gaze flicking between Kara and her phone.

"Um... there's something you should see."

Kara reaches for Esme's phone when she offers it. She shoots her sister an uncertain glance, then turns her attention to the glowing screen.

She blinks at the list of breaking news results on the search screen, jaw tightening. She clicks on the first. A photo fills the screen-- and Kara's heart plummets.

#supercorp #musician age gap au #sowing the seeds of discontent #sorry not sorry

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tired-biscuit · 2 years ago

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Step-dad bakugo breeding kink part 2.

cw: stepcest, breeding kink, daddy kink, age gap, infidelity // 18+ mdni, fem!reader

part 1

ever since filling you up that drunken night on the couch, bakugou becomes addicted to fucking you completely sober, too.

some may call the first time it happened an unfortunate mishap, perhaps even an accident to some extent, however katsuki is already hooked after a single taste.

and much to his surprise, it seem that you are, too.

it's the way how you offer him the googly eyes not a moment after you step foot out of your bedroom the next morning, that has him thinking that. how hearts are literally lighting up inside your pupils like that damn effect which you've shown him trending on social media a while back, your pretty eyelashes fluttering; driving him batshit crazy every time your gazes meet as he drinks his coffee and eats his breakfast instead of taking the fuck off like the smart man he claims to be.

it's how you bend over as dramatically as you're able whilst rummaging through the fridge then, dressed in the tiniest pyjama shorts he's ever seen a woman wear before turning to smile at him over your shoulder because you just know he's watching. it's all of that.

you're insufferable, you make him want to claw at the walls even if his nails are blunt. and god, you're just so young. so ditzy and vigorous that you make him feel alive again by turning him into a leech for the thrill only young pussy can give to a man like him. i mean, how can he possibly resist slamming you again, when you're right there; throwing yourself at him in the middle of his fancy kitchen?

so he doesn't resist. no, instead, bakugou sighs as if it's a chore to indulge you as he pushes up from his favourite chair that he never allows you to sit on and walks over to where you're standing; still smiling that wretched grin that makes him want to slam his cock down your throat deep enough to wipe it off your lips. he shakes his head as if it's a bother to bend you over the kitchen counter and give you exactly what you're so shamelessly asking him for. he grunts as if it's a burden for him to fuck you stupid and make you cry for your daddy by the end of it.

but that's not what he actually thinks of the entire thing, of course not. no, because weeks pass, and yet he spends them all by continuing to slam you stupid on every single flat surface inside his home - the big, enormous house with plenty of room, and tables, and desks, and sofas, and counters, and beds; all of which he pays for with his sky-high pro hero salary and doesn't mind breaking at all.

and speaking of that, he also doesn't particularly care if you're on birth control or not either - never even asks if you are. the fact that there is a possible risk of him knocking you up is not important, because all that matters is taking you raw over and over again; getting the full experience of just how sickeningly sweet his little girl's cunt can be.

how your walls can squeeze him in a way his wife's can't as he fucks you amongst the stupid plushies in your new bedroom; how your grip turns so fucking tenacious that it feels like you're going to milk him dry whenever you become undone and he has to use those skilled, scar-riddled hands to paw at all of your trembling pieces before assembling you back together. how he gets to leave a mark behind after it - gets to watch his cum leak out of you, as well as the way you frantically squeeze your thighs together to keep it from spilling out of your abused hole every single time.

and fuck, he smirks whenever you do that: panic and try to push him off the moment he pulls out. you're nasty and filthy - letting him pound the shit out of you with zero protection and stuff you full with his cum, sure, but you're also weak; easy for him to manipulate you into letting him do just that, and to tease you about it, too.

especially when you're scared of your own mother coming home to find you like this, when you're so fucking afraid of the possibility of having to explain the mess on your bed sheets to her, because there's never a boy there to cause it in the first place. the only man that's allowed inside the house is your handsome stepdaddy, after all.

and much to your misfortune, he's more of the provocative sort.

#katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo smut #bakugou smut #bakugo x reader #biscuit drabbles #cw stepcest #bnha smut #mha smut

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caitchercatlady · 21 days ago

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Sleeping Over at Ramshackle w/Jade & Floyd

*I'm so sorry that I posted this so late. I've been dealing with some life stuff these past few weeks, and that's given me a hard time with writing this story. I hope you guys enjoy it now that I've managed to post it in time.

Image credit @mostroloungeofficial

The last time Jade and Floyd came to Ramshackle, they nearly trashed the place for Azul’s new venture. Now that the dorm is safe in your possession, it's much more relaxing without the tweels messing up everything. They're practically banned from staying for more than two minutes (although that within itself is generous of you).

One Friday, you encounter Azul and the tweels in the hallway. Azul asks for a huge favor from you. He explains that he’s making some renovations for the Monstro Lounge over the weekend, and the Leech brothers would greatly appreciate it if they can stay over at Ramshackle until the renovations are complete. You point out that the Lounge and the dorms are entirely unrelated, so why do the tweels need to stay with you?

Azul pulls you aside and tells you a story about the last time he let Floyd and Jade Leech be in charge of Monsto Lounge work. “It cost more than the budget, and I want to keep my profits in the black. Do you catch my drift, Prefect?” Between the two of you, Azul is indeed the business professional. He sees your scrunching face of hesitation when Azul offers up a deal you couldn’t refuse. “If you do this favor for me, I assure you that every and any mess that comes from those two shall be cleaned and reimbursed.”

“How can I know that you’ll keep that promise?” you ask.

“Oh, (Y/N), you break my heart. You still don’t trust me?”

You give him the death glance.

Azul snaps up a contract in mid air and lets you read every detail to make sure that he wasn’t going to pull the rug under you later.

The evening falls onto Night Raven, and as you finish preparing two guest rooms (unsure if even the boys wanna share a room), you get the expected knock at the door. You don’t expect anything normal to come from these twins, and you’re scared to find out what they’re up to.

Jade thanks you for opening your dorm to them in their time of need. Floyd also thanks you, but as chill as he is, Floyd is the first to make himself comfortable by going into your kitchen to see what you got to eat. This puts Grim into protective mode over his tuna cans (not that Floyd wants canned tuna anyway). This doesn’t become a bigger problem as Jade reminds Floyd to be respectful while they are guests.

“You have to ask permission before you go scavenging like a catfish in someone’s fridge,” Jade explains without an inch of scolding in his tone.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry, Shrimpy. May I scavenge through your fridge?” replies the other brother.

You clarify that you actually have ordered some delivery for dinner, so the tweels can indulge in whatever is on the kitchen counter.

“See, Floyd? When you are patient, you get rewarded,” says Jade with an all-too-pleasant grin.

The tweels thank you as they treat themselves to your offerings. You help Grim crack open a tuna can as they eat, and you can see that Floyd is still moody.

“Aye, Jade. You know what would perk up this dower, old place?”

Jade taps his chin. “Perhaps a bit of music? What do you think, (Y/N)? Would you mind some music?”

You guess that music wouldn’t be a problem, but you soon remember that you don’t know what music the Leech twins have in mind. However, it’s too late to go back on your word because the moment Floyd activates his smartphone, the biggest blast of orchestral jazz explodes from the speaker.

Grim nearly falls off the kitchen counter. You grasp your heart, telling yourself not to have a heart attack in the center of Ramshackle dorm since you and Grim know that the floors aren’t going to rescue you as you fall. The twins are dancing with each other in the living room as if it’s the happiest of times. Maybe that’s a good thing as they have no ill will against Azul. Floyd’s mood is improved by the proof of his loud scat singing. Not even Kalim parties this much at Ramshackle.

“(Y/N), don’t be such a wallflower,” Floyd coxes. “Dance the stiff away!”

Jade stretches his arm, takes you by the hand, and pulls you into the small yet blaring celebration of…Seven knows what.

Grim goes running up the stairs, shouting, “If you need me, I’m gonna protect my ears!” along the way.

Despite your mind spinning, letting yourself loose isn’t such a terrible thing after all. In fact, sharing your dance time with both casually dressed tweels increases the fun. All three of you don’t even make it upstairs for the rest of the night.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney #anime #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst wonderland #stories #twst disney #jade leech #floyd leech #twst floyd #twst jade #octavinelle #tweels #leech twins #birthday series #birthday jade #birthday floyd

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automeris-io-moth · 1 year ago

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I told you this would happen

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“Oh love, I told you this would happen.”

Hero looked up with wide eyes, legs trembling as they tried to push themselves further against the wall.

Their eyes burned with the heat of tears they denied themselves to shed in front of their captor, Supervillain thrived in vulnerability, they fed off of it like a leech and Hero would not give them such satisfaction.

They watched with shaking breaths as the other approached, cold sweat running down their back as the looming figure of their master’s enemy leaned down, towering over them even when bent over right in half, having them feeling like a scared mouse in the corner of a cage.

A warm hand cupped their cheek, and Hero was far too scared to flinch back, caught frozen. Supervillian’s thumbs stroked their cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, I can’t remember if I locked the door this morning,” Supervillian said, kneeling down before them, gently twisting their head, forcing Hero to look straight at them. The pure worry in their eyes made Hero dizzy. “Is that how you got out?”

Hero found themselves absentmindedly nodding.

Supervillain sighed “I’m sorry, love, I know how impulsive you can be when given the chance, it won’t happen again.”

Slowly, as if with a scared feral cat, the criminal approached their victim. Pulling them in by the neck, and leaning to kiss their forehead.

Then, they felt it. The prick of a needle, the sharp pain of metal breaking the skin, a weave of nausea, and the feeling of laying in wet fabric.

The hold tightened, they were being rocked.

“I know you don’t like it when I use it, it’s okay, you’re okay,” Supervillain whispered, pulling Hero impossibly closer “but I know you won’t behave on the way back home, you get so angry when this happens. So this is for both of us, okay? To make the way as comfortable for us as we can.”

A foggy drowsiness started to overtake, and whatever words Supervillain offered as comfort muddled together into a pile of nonsensical gentleness accompanied by the soft touches of hands responsible for so much bloodshed.

Hero trembled still.

Their head fell full weight over the other’s shoulder.

“What happened to your pet? They look horrible,” asked Villain, entering the studio.

“Escape attempt,” Supervillain answered, eyes not leaving the sleeping face of the hero laying in their lap, brushing their head off of their face “didn’t get too far, those traps really roughed them up.”

“I didn’t go to the trouble to get them for you just so you can break them, take care of your things.”

“I do, Villain, I’ll make sure they never want to pull something like this again once they heal. Now, what did you want here?”

Villain smiled halfheartedly, throwing the front page of the newsletter to the couch Supervillain sat on.

A YEAR AFTER THEIR DISAPPEARING, EFFORTS TO FIND [HERO] HAVE ALL BEEN DISMISSED.

Gently despite the enthusiasm, Supervillain pulled Hero up, pressing them against their chest and smiling with their face buried in the other’s hair.

Finally.

Masterlist

More short ones people, I need to practice after like two months of writing nothing but scienc-y stuff.

I wanna do a little small bunch of short pieces starting with the "I told you this would happen" dialogue, just because.

#my writing #creative writing #hero x villain #short story #villain x hero #heroes and villains #writing wip #hero #writing snippet #wips #supervillian #supervillian x hero #hero x supervillian #hero whump #intimate whumper #whump drabble #whump writing

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honey-minded-hivemind · 4 months ago

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Fool, you think I can't handle such dark ideas?

I live for this kinda stuff!

imagine Reader was used as a tracking device to find Genosha without them realizing it- imagine if Reader survived and found out before anyone else and just-

Stared into nothing, their poor robotic brain racing with too many thoughts to properly function

And like- when they're found imagine they just slowly reached up, and without a second thought, began tearing themself apart

They caused so many of their friends to die without realizing it, they're horrible, they're a monster

Those are thoughts that ran through their mind as they tore off their own head

Cube Anon

Oooooo... I see you like where the darkness is taking us...

Reader rips themself apart slowly, unable to cope with the fears and despair and unending unrelenting pain that drenched their core, that smothers each breath, each thought.

Friends of their's were gone.

Gambit was gone.

Leech was gone.

Magneto was gone.

Genosha was gone.

And it was... Reader's fault...

Hearing their friends find our, hearing their anger, their pain, their hate...

Reader couldn't live with it.

They don't go with them to find Trask. They can't. Their friends hate them, and all they want is for Reader to leave tbem alone, to go away, to not come back or cause more damage.

So here Reader is, at the edge of a cold, freezing lake, in the middle of the night, alone, about to plunge in.

They tore open their arms, their legs, exposes the wires in their neck, their stomach, tore their core out and ripped their false hair off and tore at their eyes, breaking them to pieces.

They hated themself.

They couldn't live like this.

They couldn't exist this way, knowing they were the reason everything was bad and their friends were dead and the surviving ones hated them.

So with that final, heartbreaking thought-

They plunge in, screaming as the water burns their system, and their being, into nothingness...

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For the X-Men, fighting Bastion amd Sinsiter had been brutal.

It was filled with pain, despair, blood...

What was worse?

Knowing their old friend, Reader, was dead now?

Or knowing that they were innocent, save for the fact Bastion had uses them, created them to be a scapegoat, and would have killed Reader before they'd met the X-Men for being too human for his tastes?

They don't know.

And it burns.

Kurt hadn't turned his back on them. He kept checking the one gift, the one piece, he had left of them, a small wire butterfly, beaded and bright and colorful, just like him, they'd told him. He hated not knowing if they were gone, forever, or if they were possibly in Heaven... He wasn't sure he wanted to know...

The team had decided to build a new safehaven, somehwere safer and more hidden, a place that only allowed mutants and trusted humans into its paradise... It was an island, one that seemed... almost sentient... at times... But it hosted many wonders, good plant life, beautiful animals, clean water, and it opened itself to them, to their kind... It was easy to shut themselves, their new home, everyone and everything, off from the rest of the world. It seemed the only reasonable, the only sane thing, to do, after all they lost and sacrificed amd had destroyed.

And when they discovered pools that could create bodies...

And found out that they could try to enter the spirit realm to bring back those they'd lost...

It was only a matter of time before they started bringing back those who had died unfairly, to give then healthy bodies and a better life and new hope...

All anyone asked, was that they drink of a special liquid and eat its fruit, for then they would know peace...

And it seems the next two they needed to find, the last two, were Gambit and Reader...

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(Meanwhile, in the afterlife, Gambit hasn't left Reader, begging them and pleading with then then tell him why they think their friends hate them and who the h*ll told them they were some robot-! How dare someone say that to them?! They're with him, aren't they? So obviously they ain't evil! He's hugging them, murmuring soft words and letting them cry into his shoulder, all to try and stop their sadness, their self-hatred, their pain... He isn't leaving them, no, not for one minute. They need him... But they need to figure out what's taken everyone else, and see if they can't stay safe... So can they please calm down, just for Gambir, please-?)

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere xmen 97 #platonic yandere xmen: the animated series #🌸rose by any other name🥀 au #🦾sentinel reader au

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solarwynd · 9 months ago

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Hi!

Thank goodness I was "able to catch you" while your asks are still open. I'm new army (does being into bts for a year and half now count as "new"?) and I've noticed how armys or other members' solos seem to always have a problem with jimin specifically? Yesterday pjms were talking about how jimin was dragged last year for appearing on the big screen at yoongi's show only for it to turn out that Yoongi was the one who wanted it

Now I've noticed that it's always Jimin who gets such reactions. When he goes to support one of his members, they say he's an attention seeker trying to steal the other's shine. I saw the Hobipalooza reactions live, when it was reported that Jimin was on his way to see Hobi, people were so mad. They were sure he'd try to take over Hobi's stage and make the show all about him. Also when he was seen with Jk on the streets of New York, they called him a leech. And when Taehyung had a show (I can't remember what it was but it was when Taehyung had the silver hair) they said the same thing

I haven't been in the fandom that long I think but Jimin has never once struck me as the kind of person to be envious of others and deliberately take their spotlight or turn attention towards himself. Instead he is the one who supports his members the most and doesn't ever differentiate between them.

What breaks my heart the most is that you don't see such reactions when it's any other member visiting the others and supporting them. I've never seen others being accused of trying to steal a member's spotlight when they go to visit them while they are busy with a show. You might see a member being called a leech but it's only done in regards to a ship. "Oh he's just doing this to feed the delulu" but never the way Jimin is accused of doing.

All the members solos don't always have a problem with each other's faves. But when it comes to Jimin it's like they've all established that he's the enemy. Jjks and kths never hate on each other's faves the way they hate on Jimin. Rapline stans claim to have a disdain for Maknae Line for being privileged since debut and being overrated while their faves are overlooked, but if you see their hate tweets, it's all directed at Jimin while the other two seem practically non-existent to them. They were just vile and awful during FACE era accusing Jimin of payola and getting fraud achievements, they'd be at it for WEEKS, but when Jungkook actually got all that it was silence. The few who did speak out about did it with such a nonchalant vibe like they were obligated because they don't wanna be called out as hypocrites by pjms. And they only spoke of it once while for Jimin it looked like they didn't sleep just to keep the trend going.

It's just so bizarre and very sad. How there are so many people who are unable to see how Jimin is being treated, baffles me. Because even during my first week getting into BTS I'd find comments that would make me side eye. Jimin would be praised and armys would have a "okay can we move on" vibe about it and even comment "ooh you should see Hobi. Now that's dancing/JK has the most beautiful voice/Taehyung has the best stage presence" and the classic "ALL members are good on stage, ALL of vocal line have unique voices, ALL of BTS suppor each other not only one" but when any other member is praised they enthusiastically agree and even talk about more stuff said member is good at or their "iconic" moments, there's no comparison, no "but" no "all of them" comments. How does anyone else not see this?

Why is Jimin treated like a rival of BTS instead of one of its members? What did he do?

He didn’t do anything. People fear Jimin’s gravitational pull because it throws things off balance.

Rational people know Jimin has never been and isn’t an attention seeker. He’ll highlight and praise people ahead of himself (often at his own expense) because he’s humble. But irrational people find him the complete opposite and it’s not to any fault of his own, it’s just because people are naturally drawn to him. He’s an attention hogger. That’s what these people are really getting at. He doesn’t have to do much to have all eyes on him and that’s to the detriment of the other members whose stans feel like they’re superior to Jimin but don’t command that same interest as he does. (There’s even an older video of th calling him out on needing to tone it down) That’s why people think Jimin purposefully tries to upstage the other members, but it just turns out that way because he’s the best performer out the bunch. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Best example would be that same yg concert you mentioned. Jk went the day before Jimin and there wasn’t that much noise, (outside of armys). Then in comparison, when Jimin came the next day, the hype and anticipation was astronomical. Hit tweets everywhere. Everybody was talking about his LC stage and that Tony Montana pop up. And that’s where the insecurity started to seep through from different corners. Nobody had any reservations about Jk performing the day prior yet with Jimin all of a sudden it became an issue. Yg stans kept reiterating how jimin was at his sold out tour. Armys acting like jimin was a stranger that yg graciously allowed to perform, and of course jjk’s who were pissed because jimin’s day made more noise than jk’s did. (Also that the infamous “I heard you guys are having more fun today than yesterday line) I never took it as a direct jab at jk, obviously. He was referencing what yg said earlier I believe, but he still wasn’t wrong. You watch the vid of his LC performance and you listen to those fan chants? You can tell that they were it’s just the truth.

Another non bts example is something that recently happened at a Dune premiere with Zendaya and Timothee where she got that really cool robot archive pull. There was a Timothee stan that got mad because Zendaya was the talk of the night and nobody was really paying attention to him. Calling her an attention seeker as well and claiming that she did it to get people to focus on her. But you see how crazy that sounds? Zendaya is known for her outstanding looks just like Jimin is known for his performances and stage presence. They don’t have to put any extra effort into getting seen. Everybody was already gonna be focused on them anyway because of who they are. Neither one of them can help that they’re impactful, but people take it as a negative because they believe that they’re taking up too much attention and they feel like the person they stan is getting left behind.

It’s just like in the initial years of when BTS was really blowing up and you’d see kpop stans every under hit tweet or YouTube comment. Trying to promote their own favs get some recognition. Or when they’d get mad when whenever somebody mentioned kpop all they’d know was BTS. Exactly why you have all these ex armys running around so resentful towards them because they were obsessed with the underdog story. BTS didn’t fit that mold anymore. They went to find a group that was unknown and realized they’ll remain that way because BTS and kpop still go hand in hand. Some people are adverse to super popular things. They always have to tear it/them down. Nitpick and find something to devalue it or claim they don’t deserve their spot because someone else does. That’s why people hang onto jimin’s vocals for dear life and over exaggerate their response to any mishap he may have. They need something to knock him down a peg and keep him at ground level. It’s basically a way to placate themselves by framing it like it “he might be popular but he’s still imperfect as a performer.”

Armys also don’t do the unanimous ”they’re all good” for BTS out of respect for them as a group, because (as we’ve seen) they have no issue speaking in hyperbole for other members. They just have to neutralize the praise jimin gets because it’s a way to take away from the spotlight put on him so he doesn’t shine as much. Another tactic kpop stans used to use, but armys conveniently act like they haven’t also acquired. They’ll use the guise of the OT7 umbrella to make it look like jimin getting his dues doesn’t bothers them, but realistically they know each bts member does not have equal talent. Some have their strong suits and in other areas they lack. With Jimin, people can talk about that encore all day and barring the unwarranted hate boner towards him, they still can’t truthfully say Jimin can’t sing at all because he can. His vocal color is unique and pretty. (people can have their preferences for others, not a problem.) and it caries a certain Je ne sais quoi that makes him that much more alluring.

Jimin’s just a powerhouse all on his own. Hybe knows it, armys know it and kpop stans know it. That’s why they all restrict, undermine or berate him at every turn (respectively). As long as Jimin is Jimin, he’s gonna be a threat and the anomaly, similar to how BTS was but on an individual level.

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general--winter · 5 months ago

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May I please request headcanons for Naoto, Yu, and Kanji reacting to their S/O having anger issues and snapping when a bully goes too far?

author's note: So, hi y'all! i've had quite a year, i'll make a post later. I wanted to clear out the one or two things I had already finished in my WIP folder, though, so this is my return for now.

rating: teen

fandom: persona 4

pairing: shirogane naoto x gn!reader, narukami yu x gn!reader, tatsumi kanji x gn!reader

word count: 1336

summary: you stand up to your bullies! wish i was this brave when i was in high school and college LOL

Naoto Shirogane

For months, Naoto has heard story upon story about how you have been putting up with crap from a group of people in your club. It’s all endless, from how they give you backhanded compliments about your skills to them “accidentally” giving you the broken equipment and watching you fail over and over again for their amusement.

Honestly, you weren’t even aware of half of the incidents being their fault, Naoto had to be the one to sneak into your club room to investigate and find that your stuff was being tampered with in the first place. She absolutely hated breaking the news to you, but she knew she had to tell you the truth. What wasn’t expected, however, was the pure rage that shot through your eyes. Naoto thought there might be sadness, maybe even tears if you were particularly emotionally vulnerable at that moment, but this was so unlike you. “Let me handle it,” is what you told her. She kept her eyes on you from then on.

Which is exactly why she caught the beginning of the incident the next day over lunch. A leader of your club struck up a conversation with you at your desk, and Naoto immediately noticed you were snippy with them. It wasn’t until they dealt a snide comment, however, that you slammed your hands on your desk, sending your empty bento flying to the floor and catching the attention of every student in the room.

What came out of your mouth next could be described by Naoto as… needlessly vulgar. You tore into the leader, listing off bullying incident after incident in cruel detail, as well as what it said about the leader and their deepest insecurities that they actually did those things. It wasn’t for a few moments until Naoto realized that she had helped you put that list together (...sans emotional damage, of course) herself if you ever decided you wanted to go to the principal with the information. Oh, dear, she would think. I really should put a stop to this.

While you were in the process of tearing the club member down with a snide smirk, talking about how “their efforts will only set their own club performance and university admissions back” and “if they wanted attention so badly, well now they’ve got it undivided from the entire room”, Naoto took a hold of your wrist and dragged you out of the room, gently sliding the door shut.

Your breathing haggard from anxiety, she would drag you to a barren corner and tentatively hug you for a long time before pulling back and placing her hands on your shoulders, suggesting with a sigh: “I’m proud of you for sticking up for yourself, but next time do not use my data for your vigilante justice? Please?”

Yu Narukami

The last week of school was rough for everyone, but particularly you. On top of winter semester finals, you had to deal with a… let’s say, cast of characters that leeched on to whatever insecurity you radiated and made it as much of their problem as it was yours. Underhanded compliments, disguising random rude gifts as acts of kindness… Yu especially hated it when they played you into thinking they were your close friends. Couldn’t you see that the Investigation Team was more supportive of you than they could ever be? Couldn’t you see that he was trying his best to lift you up when all they wanted to do was bring you down?

But Yu isn’t about forcing people into their decisions. As much as he has a soft spot for you, he’s going to let you figure this one out yourself, of course with his own support. More times than he could count, Yu listened to your suspicions with an open ear and a sympathetic face, always reminding you of your positive traits. It was the only thing he could think of that would help, but your sorrow turned to anger slowly. Almost too slow for him to notice.

He’ll be clued in real quickly, though, when he sees you flinging a tray of “food” at a group of people crowded around you on the school roof. He’ll be shocked - Yu’s never seen you get violent with anything but Shadows. He seriously thought you didn’t have a mean bone in your body. However, he couldn’t help but feel a little bit of pride for his partner standing up for themselves. Maybe, you could hold back on the string of curses that flow from your mouth, though!

After this event, when the bullies run off covered in whatever mystery substance they had placed in your lunch box, Yu is there to sit beside you as the weight of your actions hit you.

“I… I just threw that shit at them,” you murmured to yourself, barely registering Yu’s presence beside you.

“You stood up for yourself, he clarified, just sitting down to wrap an arm around your shoulders. “I’m proud of you.”

Kanji Tatsumi

Kanji has always wanted to handle the problem himself. Every time he finds you upset or you have yet another problem with a bully, he’s ready to throw his weight around to close their mouths for you. You always refuse though, with a level of grace that sends Kanji into a fit that he has to tamper down. He wished he could take away every single problem in your life, but he trusted you to do it in the way that was best for you. However, that smile on your face was always there when everyone shit on you. Gleaming, wide, mistakenly joyous. But it never reached your eyes. It wasn’t even like Kanji’s own situation. He chose to look and dress and act the way he does. But you were being bullied for something you couldn’t control. It drove him, for lack of a better term, damn crazy. Which is why he was giddy when he caught the scene in front of Yasogami after school that day.

A circle of students were gasping and egging on some sort of event happening in the middle. With his shoulder, Kanji easily wedged into the inner ring, though he seriously couldn’t believe what he was looking at when he got there. You were hammering your knee into the stomach of the ringleader of the group of bullies, propping up their body with a fist in their uniform collar to take more blows. In between the crowd's noises, you cried out, "This is what you get for every. Single. Terrible. Hurtful. Word!" Before he could think anything, he was pulling you off of the bully, arms hooked under your shoulders, feet dragging against the concrete and asphalt as Kanji once again split the crowd. This time, it was his mere presence that had people parting easier than Yaso-Inaba's fields of wild grass in a storm's wind.

You didn't struggle against him at all, your limbs just went limp while Kanji carry-dragged you down the pathway to the Samegawa Floodplain. Kanji was proud of you for standing up for yourself. That was the first thing he told you after he sat you on top of his jacket on one of the walkway's benches, misted from the afternoon rain sputter.

Despite his words, your thoughts swirled. What had you just done? You never thought of yourself as the type of person to just… snap in public like that, but it happened. The lid on your ugly thoughts and feelings came undone, and you'd let them loose. Kanji settled next to you, placing an incredibly stiff arm across your shoulders as you shoved your face into your hands. "I know I'm not—shit… the best person to be lecturin' on this, but," he started, his voice gruff and unsteady, "you stood up for yourself, right? Maybe starting a walloping like that in the school yard might not have been your best moment, but, what I'm trying to say is, y-you did good. In my book, at least."

#persona #persona 4 #persona 4 fanfiction #naoto shirogane #naoto shirogane x reader #yu narukami #yu narukami x reader #kanji tatsumu #kanji tatsumi x reader #gender neutral reader #request #headcanon #i had a huge crush on yu when i was a senior in high school and i think this shows here

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ryuichirou · 8 months ago

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who do you think out of the twst boy tops is the meanest to their bottoms? (ok it’s probably the leech twins combined but i’d love to know how you think the tops would bully their bottoms for pleasure of course)

Sorry for the late reply, Anon!

First and foremost, I think you’re right, the Leech twins are the meanest, but that would be quite an easy and short answer. And now that I think about it… a lot of these boys are pretty mean lol but I guess they are villains so it’s natural for them to be not-so-wholesome, especially considering my own bias towards this kind of dynamic. So uuhh, let’s examine all of them! And rate their level of meanness from 0 to 10 while we’re at it, we love scaling stuff in this household…

Ace – around 6-7, he is pretty mean. His default option is to tease his Deuce (or Riddle, if this is a AceRid situation) and to bully him a little bit, mostly by touching him in a way he doesn’t expect and commenting about just how much he likes it. It’s always a game of never-ending bickering with him and Deuce, and Ace always wants to get the last laugh… He also loves to tease Deuce for being loud and talk about how they’re going to get noticed.

Trey – if he was true to himself, up to 8. But he has to be in a very comfortable place in his relationship to actually stop holding back lol He knows that his desires are unhinged and is very afraid of scaring Riddle away. He is not mean at all when he is with him, as if he’s going to break him if he does anything remotely uncomfortable. With other potential bottoms (Idia? Vil?) he allows himself to be a liiiitle meaner, mainly because they are more aware of his “true colours” and wouldn’t be as shocked by the contrast. If he didn’t hold back at all though, I feel like he could be pretty intense: verbal degradation, spanking, forcing his bottom to eat or drink semen…

Cater – normally around 3, but could go up to 6; it depends on a situation, but I can picture him getting meaner than one would expect him to be because the arousal partially shuts off the part of his brain that forces him to be friendly and cute all the time. Especially if both of them are into it to some degree, Cater could get carried away sometimes. I guess taking pictures/videos and forcing his bottom to act for them and then look at them later or asking if he should post it would be on brand for him lol

Ruggie – he usually minds his own business and doesn’t do any of the mean stuff, but honestly around 4?? There are moments when Leona gets on his nerves, so if he has an opportunity to be a bit more mean, he always uses it lol Mostly in a physical way though, like tugging on Leona’s hair and tail, biting his ears, even smacking his butt if Ruggie is lucky. And Ruggie enjoys these moments tremendously… but it’s not like he is naturally inclined to be mean by default.

Jack – good boy, not a meanie :( But he is also a tsundere who could say mean stuff every now and then, so I guess that’s a 1. It’s not like he doesn’t have potential to be a bully, it’s just way too embarrassing and feels weird and unnecessary for him. That being said, despite being such a gentle giant, he loves being physically rough and can’t control his own strength well, so if we’re judging by the level of “damage”, he is higher than a 1 lol

Azul – horrible. Definitely around 7-8, and on a good day could even jump up to 9.5. Azul thrives on dominating his partner, this is one thing he loves the most about having sex. Being better that everybody around you academically and a successful young entrepreneur is one thing, but overstimulating your partner to the point when you can see his body aching for your attention and his brains get all foggy? This is priceless, Azul’s ego is orgasming. So yeah, be it Idia or Jamil, Azul loves overstimulating them and then preventing them from reaching an orgasm, and he ALWAYS accompanies it with verbal bullying. Because he knows that Idia is going to grind his teeth and sigh in arousal and annoyance unable to talk back (finally!). And he knows that Jamil is going to get snappy at him because he doesn’t have all the time in the world to play Azul’s stupid games (how impatient~).

Jade – like we already agreed, the tweels are the meanest, so 10. And in some sense Jade is the worst out of all of them? There is no point in having sex to him if there isn’t any bullying involved; I think to Jade sex is just a pretext lol Otherwise he isn’t all that into it. And to him the bullying part starts before sex and continues after sex… so a lot of mental mind games, confusing his bottom about whether he wants to have sex with him or not, gaslighting him before AND after about what actually happened between the two. But other than that, he also teases a lot, degrades verbally a lot, and threatens a lot, but always in such a sleazy way as if he is slowly putting himself under his bottom’s skin. He also does a bunch of physical stuff too, like feeding funny mushrooms, playing with needles and choking. He also made Idia feel like he is going to kill him during sex once, and Idia genuinely believed him and almost died due to being scared. Of course, that made the orgasm stronger for both of them.

Floyd – also a 10, obviously. In a way, he is better than Jade because he actually does enjoy having sex, and sometimes he just wants to have a good banging session, and he might even be somewhat passionate and sensual (not gentle though lol). But when he wants to bully, he is much less premeditated than Jade?? He just does the first thing that comes to mind. So sometimes he just tugs on Riddle’s underwear and playfully blows on his sensitive ear in public, making him moan in surprise… but sometimes he threatens to do horrible irreversible things to him while he fucks him, licks his tears off and steals his phone to make it seem like he’s calling his mom. And then throws away his clothes so he has to come back to his dorm naked.

Kalim – barely a 1, he isn’t mean at all. Even when he gets playful or capricious, it’s never really a desire to bully or be even mildly sadistic. All the mean stuff that he does is kind of unintentional?? I think to some degree Jamil would prefer him to actually be mean and degrading than to do whatever the fuck he does when he suddenly decided that they need to change the position once every minute or so.

Rook – another weird one. He isn’t malicious and wouldn’t consider himself a bully, so it feels like he would have a very low number… but similarly to Kalim, he does stuff unintentionally, and he is kind of much worse than Kalim. The thing with Rook is that he enjoys the thrill and enjoys his partner feeling all kinds of complex emotions while having sex with him, it’s like seasoning a good meal to make it into a great meal. So while he wouldn’t call Vil (or any other of his partners) a pathetic slut, he would ask weird and invasive questions, hint at things, make his lover’s mind go straight to conclusions about Rook being unfair and cruel. If Rook can make his partner hate him with passion while also fiercely, actively and desperately enjoying his dick even for a minute or two of confusion, Rook is happy~ Also, does chasing someone in a forest count as bullying?

Ortho – in general he is around 4-6, you know, more playful and mischievous than mean, but he has the potential to be a lot meaner. Especially when he gets carried away… He gets a lot of ideas from the internet and gets experimental, especially with Idia. The more sex they have, the meaner Ortho gets because bullying provides new reactions, new sensations and new data. And it could be both verbal and physical… well, we have an entire post about just how mean Ortho could potentially get lol

Lilia – 8-10, he is one of the meanest ones for sure. And if he was his younger self, he would definitely be the meanest. We talked about him being sadistic a lot of times, in this reply for example, but these days he mostly teases his bottoms verbally, pranks them, makes them do embarrassing kinky stuff that could easily get them caught and overstimulates them. You know, like asking Silver not to wear underwear, forcing Idia to meow while he is being fucked or even saying that Malleus seemed way too happy about getting attention and therefore should show how much he wants him to continue fucking him (although the last one is very dangerous; Lilia is very careful with Malleus lol). Similarly to Rook, he thinks it’s just him being playful~

Sebek – as things always are with Sebek, it depends on who he is with. Because if it’s Malleus, he wouldn’t dare to be mean to him, at least intentionally, so that would make him a 0… but with Silver or Idia or anyone else I can see him getting very cocky. Despite how physical Sebek always is, he is surprisingly into verbal degradation, so Silver is going to hear a lot of comments about him not being able to handle Sebek and his legs being shaky because of them having sex, and Idia is going to hear a lot of... all kinds of mean stuff about how pathetic he is to be honest lol But Sebek also gets overstimulated easily, so he’ll either start spouting nonsense or will proceed with physical bullying – hair pulling, smacking and stuff. So either 0 or 8 for him lol

#replies #headcanons

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aetherdoesthings · 10 months ago

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Resend of my request because you said so lmao (ima just copy + paste)

Hi, m'back :D and because I love hurting myself, can I request a hanahaki au! Reader x Robin? :))) if you thought the enies lobby one was angsty, that one was just a test. I'm feeling evil to myself >:)

If you're not familiar with what hanahaki au! is, basically nothing changes about the world except there's now a disease called hanahaki disease, and essentially, someone can get hanahaki disease when they have unrequited love for someone. Symptoms of hanahaki disease include flowers growing in the victim's lungs, and the first signs of the disease come when the victim starts coughing petals. The longer the hanahaki disease prevails (it can go on for years), the more intense and painful the coughing can get and can eventually lead to coughing up whole flowers (stem, petals, and all) until the victim eventually dies. (Fun, right? 🥰) Hanahaki disease can only be cured if the victim decides to lose their feelings for someone or if the victim's crush likes them back.

Typically in Hanahaki au! Fics, the victim hides their symptoms in fear of revealing their romantic feelings. In some fics, certain actions can trigger their coughing, for example, if someone mentions the victim's crush's name, or if the victim sees their crush with someone else, they may start intensely coughing at that moment. Although less rare, some fics make the hanahaki disease non-lethal and more of just a life convenience. This is an option you can put as well. I'm not picky. :)

I thought Hanahaki Disease might fit given Robin's Devil Fruit. Reader would have the Hanahaki disease (so reader likes robin, but robin doesn't like her (yet?)) and because I love to share pain, I'll let you decide reader's fate :). Does she let go of her feelings to live, does Robin like her back to live, or does reader die without the chance of confessing?

Take as long as you need :333. Go ahead, break my heart. I wonder if you're just breaking your own in the process as well :D anyways, TYSM ILY 🫶🫶

the day has come, Eneis Lobby anon. the first part of the hanahaki au!reader x robin fic. i don't break my heart writing stuff like this. only robin's past can make my heart break and cry.

forethoughts: ooffff probably gonna be a three parter? idk, depends on how much i write and how much i want to drag out y/n suffering.

notes: fem!reader, modern au!, high school

You hated going to school. You hated waking up at 7 am in the morning, to trudge to school in a uniform with other adolescents that didn’t make your life any better. Sure, it was your junior year; one more year and you’ll finally be done. But you didn’t want to wait for one more year. You wanted to just end school now.

As much as you loathed sitting at a desk looking at the whiteboard while your teacher rambled on and on about the lesson, there was one good thing that came out of school.

Nico Robin.

Another junior in your grade. The popular and extremely unbelievable smart girl everyone loved. She was the center of attention during lunch, where other juniors would swarm her just to have a word, or beg her to help them with their homework. You sat there on the side, watching it all happen, hoping you could be one of them. One of her close friends. It pained you to see so many people who didn’t even give a rat’s ass about Robin and only talked to her for her intelligence. Robin was so much better than her brains or her brawns, even her beauty. She was a goddess in your eyes; in everyone’s eyes, and all you wanted to do was be seated by her side, basking in her beauty and appreciating her smarts. She didn’t deserve to have other juniors crowd around her and leech off of her brains. She deserved better. She deserved someone who would treat her well and treat her with kindness instead of selfishness. She deserved-

A harrowing cough was ripped out of your throat, as you buckled over until it stopped. You stared at the ground, and found a single cherry blossom petal right where your shoes were. You rubbed your throat, searching for a reprieve to the sudden pain you just felt. Was that petal always there? Couldn’t be. There was no way you coughed out of a petal. But it wasn’t anywhere near cherry blossom season…

You kicked the petal that was in between your shoes, and to your dismay it moved. You weren’t hallucinating. A cherry blossom petal was there, even though it was nowhere near cherry blossom season. You looked back up at Robin, who had disappeared, and so did the entire table of juniors.

It’s fine. It’s nothing. I’m going crazy. I’m just batshit insane. Yeah. That’s what I am. You nodded your head at that statement. While no one was looking, you picked up the petal, shoving it in your pocket as you moved on with your day, pretending nothing ever happened. You weren’t coughing up flower petals, and even if you were, there’s no reason for you to be coughing up flower petals. Who even coughs up flower petals?

History, the one class you shared with Robin. You were good at that subject; history was your thing. Of course it was her thing too; Robin was the biggest history buff ever. She knew how the Earth was created and every single era leading up to now. During group projects, everyone wanted to pair with her, and you were left to work by yourself.

Class began, and the teacher started to talk.

“Alright, class. Today we will begin working on our project regarding absolutism and absolutist rulers. We’ve gone over a few classes talking about absolutism, and now it’s your turn to present. I will be pairing you with another student, and the two of you will have a week to work on it before presenting it in front of the class. I will be assigning a country to you, and the two of you will choose which absolutist ruler you would like to do. Do I make myself clear?” The teacher announced. Once the teacher heard a chorus of mumbles and agreeing nods, he began to walk through the rows of desks, pointing at students and saying a random country.

“Robin and Y/N, England.” Your eyes widened when the teacher said your name and Robin’s. You looked at Robin, who was sitting in the second row, just diagonal to your desk. She gave you a warm smile, making your insides do a flip. You watched Robin move her stuff next to you, taking a seat by your side.

“Hey! You’re Y/N, right?” Robin smiled at you.

“U-Uhm, y-yeah. Mhm. Yep.” You stammered, your face heating up at the moment.

Robin let out a chuckle at your response, opening her computer. “So, England. Do you have a ruler in mind? I’m open to any.”

“Uh…” You cleared your throat, feeling a strange lump in your esophagus as you pushed it down. This was your chance. To talk to the one girl you never talked to before. Not because you were shy, well, maybe because you were, but because you never had the time to. This might as well be the only time you got to talk to her before she’d get swarmed by her friends and other desperate juniors. Might as well show what you got, right?

“I was thinking of Elizabeth I; I can think of some absolutist traits about her that could be worth a presentation.” You regurgitated each word out. You felt that strange lump again, as well as the urge to start coughing up a storm. You suppressed the urge to cough, as you waited for Robin to reply.

“That could work. Alright, let’s do Elizabeth I. I’ll share a document with you. You can type down whatever you already know about Elizabeth, and we can just add more information as we go, until we have a basis of the things we’ll talk about.” Robin replied. You reloaded your email, suppressing your urge to cough and your surprise at her reaction. That worked? You could just voice your opinion and she’d listen? That was certainly a development.

You opened the document Robin sent you, your fingers moving furiously as the urge to cough became much harder to suppress, the urge becoming much more unbearable.

“Hey, Robin!” A boy walked up to Robin, a big dumb grin on his face. “Which country are you doing?”

“England, Franky. Go back to your partner.” Robin chuckled, brushing him aside. The moment you heard Robin reply, the floodgates burst open. You coughed, as an onslaught of coughing ensued. It felt like you were vomiting, minus the vomit and the strain on your throat. The entire class fell silent at the sound of your cough, all eyes on you. You lifted your head up, removing your hand from your mouth as you let out a deep breath. The class went back to work, quiet chattering ensuing.

“Are you alright, Y/N? That was quite the cough.” Robin looked at you, her brows furrowed and eyes filled with concern. “Do you need some water?” “I’m fine.” You replied, looking down at your palm. Three flower petals. You balled your fist, shoving them into your pocket as you looked at Robin with a tired smile. “I’m alright, thanks.”

Robin was not convinced at all, but she stopped asking, as she went back to work. “Alright then.”

Your mind was racing, heartbeat pounding out of your chest. Shit. Shit. Shit. What the fuck was that? What in the fuckknuckles was that? How the fuck did I just cough up three fucking flower petals? I’m going insane. I’m actually fucking insane.

You spent the rest of class trying to work, writing a few lines just to not raise Robin’s suspicion and act like you were contributing.

Once the bell rung, you shoved your computer into your bag, your body shooting up like a rocket as you darted to the door.

“Wait, Y/N!” You paused in your tracks, moving backwards to face Robin. She still had a smile on her face, but by the way her eyebrows crinkled you could tell she was suspicious of your cough.

“Yeah?” You responded.

“Message me sometime, alright? You already follow me on Instagram, right?”

“Oh! Uhm, y-yeah. Sure. I’ll do that.”

“Cool. Hey, get that cough checked out, okay? That’s not a normal cough. Get better soon, okay? We have a presentation coming up.”

“I will. See you tomorrow.” You smiled at Robin, before booking it out of the classroom and out of the school. Immediately, the urge to cough disappeared. You reached your hand into your pocket, staring at the flower petals. You pulled out your phone with your other hand, opening a new browser as you searched for an answer to your symptoms.

The fuck is hanahaki disease? You thought to yourself, clicking on the link as you read the entire article. Your heart dropped to your stomach, mouth open as you read the description.

You had a crush on Robin. And that crush was going to kill you.

I just won’t think of her. That’s easy. Then I’ll stop coughing up flowers and I won’t die. That’s easy. You thought to yourself. Oh, how wrong you were. The entire walk back home, your head was clouded with the thought of Robin. The sound of her voice was already enough to make your knees buckle and hypnotized. Whether it was lust or love, she was on your mind. And she’d never go off your mind.

Shit… I have an entire group project I have to do with her… what do I do? Your mind raced for ideas, anything that could work, just so you wouldn’t have to come into contact with her or see her in person.

Nico Robin was going to be the death of you.

But somewhere inside your heart, you were content with that.

#one piece #op #nico robin #hanahaki #aetherasks #nico robin x reader

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eezeybreezy · 1 year ago

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜɴᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴀᴛ pt.2 ➜ʜᴏʙɪᴇ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ x ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

This is the result of Hobie brain rot. Was a lot longer than intended so now it's broken into multiple chapters. Part 1, Part 3, Part 4🔞

warnings: suggestive, not-so-accurate accent, recreational drug/alcohol use, partying, punk shit, eventual smut?

You pout, clearly disappointed by the innocent peck he’d given. Deciding to be petty, you turn on your heels and head back towards the club.

Hobie follows after you and grabs your shoulder, spinning you around to face him.

“Oh come on now, don’t be like that… oi, wait a sec!”

Your cheeks puff out childishly, you’re going to have to lay this on thicker than you’d thought.

“I just thought a punk vigilante would be more aggressive is all..” You trail off, looking down at the lace code adorning his boots. “And a cop killer at that.”

He pulls you closer, snaking his arm around your waist and whispers, “If you want aggressive, I can show you aggressive…”

He kisses you again, deeper than before, like there’s a point to prove, or a goodbye to be said. You kiss him back, melting into his arms, grabbing at his vest or anything in reach. We pull apart breathless and cheesin, corny idiots.

“I don’t do well with broken promises, remember that Punk.” You say it with a smile, still catching my breath.

He smirks, “And I’ll make sure I never break that promise, sweetheart.” He gives a final quick peck before continuing, “Now are you done pouting or do I have to give you yet another kiss?”

He’s clearly teasing.

Deciding to get back on track, you pull away and continue sauntering down the grimy London sidewalks, “No, but I think a joint would quell my troubles.” You look back at him, urging him to lead the way in his city, his dimension.

“You’re not wrong about that, I think that could solve most anyone’s problems.” He takes her hand and starts walking again, towards the club. “So you’re a smoker huh? Me too, I can get you some good weed if we get back to my place. And if you wanna stay the night with me it’s no problem.” He says the last part with a smirk, how chivalrous of him.

You’d know better than to go to a function empty-handed, however, pulling a grinder and rolling papers seemingly out of nowhere.

“I’m not a leech either, we can match.” You give him a toothy smile and hope you don’t look like a dork. “A sleepover sounds great, though I was hoping to party with the punk for a bit.”

Hobie is taken aback, your being prepared was a perk sure, it showed your consideration. But that smile. It’s wide and welcoming, showcasing perfectly aligned, shiny white teeth that contrast the plump lips they so greedily hide behind. The sharp canine teeth stand out, adding a sense of playfulness and mystery to the grin. They're slightly longer than the other teeth, but their shape is graceful and elegant, lending to a smile that is just a little bit mischievous.

He has to catch himself from staring, keep it cool Hobert.

“Eh, I’m sure we’ll have time to party before bedtime. Don’t worry about it, it always works out. So do you wanna split the joint or something?”

You toss him the grinder and papers, trusting his reflexes to catch them, you’ve seen this so-called “spidey sense” in action, yet it’s all the more impressive the more you’re a witness.

“Whatever you prefer ‘Bert.”

He catches everything swiftly, throwing you a lopsided smile as he rolls quickly, unbeknownst to you, the club was swiftly approaching.

He takes the joint and starts inhaling it, taking a long and hard hit. He holds it in for a few seconds before exhaling a plume of smoke. The music from one of the buildings is getting louder as you approach, and you look at Hobie questioningly.

“Blimey… that is some good stuff.” He takes another drag of the spiff, and soon you’re mouth begins to water.

“Hey! Puff puff pass you punk!” You playfully yell at him, and take the lit joint from his hands. He chuckles as you yell at him, gesturing for you to go ahead.

As the music gets louder he seems more distracted by it, quickening his pace to take the lead again, excited by this new experience.

You have to damn near jog to catch up with his lanky ass, and quickly finish the joint before walking next to him. He notices your silence and demeanor, having opted to look at the ground as you approach the hole-in-the-wall venue.

“Hey don’t worry, I know some people here. We’ll be just fine.” He looks back at you, trying to be reassuring. “Besides, what’s the point of being brave if you’re not gonna be a little scared first?”

You continue to stare down at the dirty city concrete.

He notices your demeanor and stops walking. “Is something wrong?”

You speak without looking at him, too embarrassed to see his face. “It’s just that there are creeps in every dimension, and I really don’t feel like getting groped or harassed and-”

He sighs, not annoyed with you, but in the vain of understanding.

“I hear ya, I promise to keep an eye on you… how about this, you stick right next to me and I’ll deal with any creeps that try anything ok?”

You were at the front of the line now, and so you ask in a low tone, one seemingly reserved for your newly found date. “Promise?”

Hobie smiles softly, “You have my word, I will not let you get harassed here. And if any creep tries something, I’ll be sure to kick the shit outta em’ before the night ends.”

You sigh, looking down with a smile, “You’re lucky I think violence is hot.”

He puts an arm around your shoulders and starts walking again, giggling a bit.

“Oh? You think so huh? Didn’t think I’d meet a girl who likes to watch guys fight that soon.”

You elect to hold the hand that’s slung over your shoulder, “And I didn’t think I’d meet a guy that makes me feel small but here we are. Though I do think I could snap you like a twig.”

“Hm, are you challenging me?” he chuckles, “Because I won’t go down that fast.” He pauses for a second, mulling over something, “Do you want me to prove it to you? I can show you how much of a fighter I am…” he asks innocently but smirks mischievously.

Two could play at this game, and you were a sore loser after all.

“Oh I wasn’t talking about fighting Hobert, that’s for damn sure.” You begin caressing his arms, and trailing your hands up to the nape of his neck. It takes a second to think about what you’d meant before his eyes widen with realization.

“Ohhhh… I catch your drift cat,” he smirks again and reaches for you, but you snake out of his grasp before he gets too comfortable.

“Save it for later Punk, think you can match me shot for shot?” You ask as the doors to the venue open, it’s finally your turn to enter. He holds out his hand to help you step through the opening,

“I think I can match you, love. And if I don’t at least it gives me an excuse to drink more. We should head in then.”

The bass was so loud that the ground itself seemed to be shaking. The crowd was a sea of moshing bodies, all flailing about in the dimly lit room. The air was thick with sweat and smoke, the smell of leather and beer a heady mix. Despite the chaos, there was an intense sense of camaraderie among the fans, and a shared sense of passion for the anti-establishment message of the music.

The punk rock anthem blared on, electrifying the crowd with its infectious refrain. It was a rebuke to the status quo, an anthem of defiance, and it resonated deeply with everyone in the room. You step into the venue, and Hobie hits his head on the door frame, giving it a nasty glare on the way in. You laugh, though you feel lightheaded after a while, you gotta ask about his dealer.

Rubbing his head, he continues, “Well we can always play it safe, and if there isn’t here there’s plenty of liquor shops nearby. I can just buy us drinks if there isn’t an open bar here already. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you have a good time.” He seems to be getting a little intoxicated as well, he gives you a playful smile. “Are you alright though? If you’re not feeling well we can leave if you want.”

You’d begun to clear your throat, “Damn that was some good shit Hobie, what strain was that?” you ask, coughing, but still giving him a cheeky smile.

He giggles at your expression, “Not sure, I think it might’ve been some kind of sativa though, that’s what the guy said at least.”

He laughs. A sound you’ve heard too little of tonight, “You seem to be having fun, so that makes me happy. Glad you like it.” He seems to feel much more relaxed and talkative now that the highs kicked in.

“If you want we can get more after this or, well, you know…” He gives you a cheeky wink and a sly smile.

“Let’s get some drinks before the show starts,” you bite your lip to emphasize the point, “cuz once we get home I don’t want to leave.”

“Sure we can do that, we’ve got time before things get started so we might as well enjoy the night to its fullest.” He says, grabbing your hand and gesturing towards the bar. “What do you want love? I’ll get you anything you want.”

“Hmm, I’m down for anything, so why don’t you surprise me ‘Bert?” You have to get on tippy toes to kiss his cheek. “I got just the thing.”

He turns and starts walking towards the bar, and starts ordering some drinks for you both.

“I’m gonna guess you’re a vodka girl, but you’ll have to let me know later.”

He smiles back and gives her a quick kiss on the cheek as he grabs the glasses from the bartender and holds them up for her to take them

“Cheers love.” He raises his glass to hers and takes a sip, waiting for her to do the same.

“SALUE!” You yell and chink our glasses together. You throw the shot back and it goes down surprisingly smooth, you’re giggling by the time the tender has taken the glasses, and he’s smiling at you. When he takes his drink and he swallows, takes you all in.

“This is gonna be a good night I can already tell…”

He looks down at you and gives a playful grin.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so full of life. What’s your secret?”

“The substances are definitely helping, I’m sure you know how it is keeping a secret identity, bearing the burden of an entire city.” I throw back another shot. “It’s nights like these that keep me going, to feel normal y’know?”

He chuckles and shakes his head, “It’s a nice escape right?” He takes another swig from his glass. “You know sometimes I wonder if being punk means I’m even allowed to enjoy nights like this. Maybe I’m not punk enough to have fun. But you seem to have a pretty loose definition of what fun is.”

You give him a playful grin as he says the last part, “It’s subjective yeah? Mr. I hate labels.”

You say the last park rather cheeky, and the grin only widens, your teeth on full display.

Hobie tries hard to stay focussed, “I agree, I never really liked the idea of conforming to labels and restrictions like that.” He smirks, “If we wanna enjoy nights like this, why the hell shouldn’t we?”

Somehow, the vigilante leans in even closer to you, “The only thing that matters is what you wanna do. Labels be damned.”

For the first time in the night, you’re the flustered one, tripping over the beginning of every sentence in shock. “I-uh- what do you want to do?” You say trying to smile and keep a strong front.

You think he either doesn’t notice, or elects to ignore you. Yet he puts an arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer to him, whispering softly in your ear.

“Anything you want to do, love. But if you want an idea, me and you could go somewhere more private. I’ll take you any way you want.” He smiles, smug with his response. “I’m sure you know what I mean…”

You squeak at that, shocked at what liquid courage does to someone so quickly.

It seems that he was right when Hobie suspected you’d get flustered, but he doesn’t seem to mind at all as he looks down at you, giving a flirty smile.

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, sweetheart,” he says in such a soft and reassuring tone that almost seems to be trying to comfort you more than convince you.

“Let’s just have some fun tonight then,” You’re practically in his lap now, “but what about the show ‘Obie?” If you were sober, you’d care that the question came out as a whine, but you’re crossed at this point, the tree and drinks mixing in your system to create a needy vixen, dead set on her prey. You’re pouting as you pull him up to the floor.

While he’s surprised by your sudden change in demeanor, he quickly recovers and seems to be enjoying himself even more, “Oh we’ve got time for more than just the show if you wanted.” He looks at her deeply, that smug grin plastered on his face as you drag him up onto the dance floor. “Besides, I gotta show you how much fun I can have when I’m not being the punk of this city.”

In the center, a few hardcore fans pogoed with abandon, their brightly colored hair flying crazily around their faces. On the outskirts of the crowd, groups of friends screamed along with the lyrics, beer cans and cigarette butts littering the floor. You join him, the same smile plastered on your face as I headbang to every beat, keeping up with him on my own wave. As the song wounds down, a riotous cheer rose up from the crowd, accompanied by violent applause and raised arms. This was the raw, unvarnished energy of punk rock, a tribe of like-minded souls united in their quest for liberation. They reveled in the chaos, the fury, and the raw beauty of the moment.

“I gotta take you to a goth club back home!” You’re yelling, maybe louder than needed, trying to talk to him over the venue. “It’s called Club Hell, we’ll expand your horizons bruv!”

Hobie yells back in response. “Hell yeah! That sounds right up my alley love, can’t wait to go!”

He keeps dancing, smiling as you both get really into the music. He spins you around before pulling you back in for another dance. “Squeeze got the moves!” With a wink and smile at you, he’s enjoying himself more and more. And as the night goes on, y'all become more and more intoxicated.

“You know what sounds really good right now?” You shout after a dozen songs go by.

“Hm, what is it you need right now luv? Do you want to go somewhere else? Or are you ready to head back to my place? I can bring us some drinks if you want more than just what’s here.”

Even without the drinks, you’d have giggled at the enthusiasm.

“I was just going to say some water love.”

“Ah, fair enough. Water is very good for you. Let’s see if they have some here.” He looks around for some water or even a vending machine. A smile breaks out when he finds one and goes to grab a few water bottles from it

“Here’s a couple waters, love.”

He holds them out for you, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. “How are you feeling at the moment? You alright with the stuff you had, or are you trying to sober up a bit?”

“Naw,” you reply between drinks, “I’m not trying to sober up, but I don’t want to be fucked up in the am as well.” You speak absentmindedly, ghosting over the spot he kissed with your fingers.

You push one of the water bottles back into his hand. “You drink some too, you’re too big for me to drag back to wherever you stay.”

Hobie chuckles at that, “Yeah fair, I guess it’s probably time to have a couple water breaks.” He chuckles again and opens a water bottle for himself and starts drinking. The cold water was refreshing and it calmed him down a bit. After downing some of the bottles, he speaks before you have the chance.

“You know we could skip most of the dancing and head back to my place already if you wanted.” He takes another sip of the water before offering some to you. “We could just listen to some music and relax if that’s more your vibe, can head back to my place whenever you’re ready luv. I won’t make you wait a second longer than you want.” He grins and squeezes your waist, when did his hands get there? “Now are you ready to head back, or do you wanna spend a little more time dancing?”

You’re so entranced by him, he’s so effortlessly handsome and he's wearing crust pants.

“You can choose I’m honestly down for whatever as long as we’re together.” You smile dizzily, clearly crossed but elated to be here. “But before we do anything I want to take another shot,” you say giggling.

Hobie grins when you mention the prospect of taking another shot.

“Hell yeah, I think I’ve found my soulmate tonight.” he laughs a little. “You can go ahead and take a couple more if you want, maybe one for the road?” he says with a wink and chuckles.

“Do you wanna do that or can I buy us a bottle?”

I answer after throwing my shot back, “I really like you Hobie, so whatever you want to do I’m down.”

“If we’re gonna buy a bottle I think I know a place we can run to nearby where we can get a few things. I’m down for whatever you wanna do.” He smiles, with his full face, and gives you a wink as he takes your hands. “ So how ‘bout it love?”

He starts walking off the dance floor and towards the exit, “We can get our drinks and then grab a bottle on the way back.”

“Let’s do it!” I say, doing a little skip toward him, trying to keep up. “I know I’m tall, but you’re too long! I can’t keep up,” you say trying to tease him.

He chuckles at what you said and slows back down to wait.

“Didn’t realize I was walking that fast. I was just excited, gotta make sure I don’t lose you.”

He grins and gives a light kiss on the cheek. “Let’s go, shall we?” He peeks out the door and starts walking towards the shop when the coast is clear, “I hope nobody recognizes a half-drunk Punk in the city….”

“This should be fun,” you mumble lowly. “The sooner we get back to your place the better, where do you stay anyway?”

As you both make your way out of the venue, and you begin to follow in his step as he makes his way to presumably the corner store. As they make their way to the corner shop, you can tell he’s been through here before, easily finding everything he needs without hesitation.

“Aha found it!” he grins and motions to the store once they stop in front of the door. “Let’s go get those drinks shall we?” He moves towards the door, holding it open for you to go in first.

“Such a gentleman.” you poke fun at him stepping inside. You’re anxious to see what shelf he picks from.

Chuckling at your joke, he moves to the back of the store, where a small shelf of liquor sits. He picks out a bottle of Jack Daniels and a couple bottles of beer and puts them into the shopping basket. “Alright, now you get to pick whatever you want.”

You peek down the eyes every aisle until finally spotting the culprit, Henney. You pick up the bottle and check it over, happy with your decision before putting it in the basket. Before you leave the aisle though, you make sure to snatch up some Fireball from the lower shelves.

“I see someone has good taste.” Hobie smiles and moves to the checkout, putting the liquor and beer onto the counter and paying for everything. Once he’s done the clerk hands him a bag with all the alcohol in it. “Alrighty then, we’re all set! Want me to carry the bag so you’re not weighed down?” He looks over at you and smiles so sweetly that you feel your jaw lock.

You smile goofily up at him, still so taken by how handsome he was, “That’d be great thanks Hobs.”

“Shall we?” as he gestures to the exit behind him as he speaks.

“Lead the way, love, I’m all yours.”

“Oh my, now I wonder how serious you were about that…” he chuckles as he walks back to the door and starts leading the way. “It’s a short walk back to my apartment so we’ll be there in no time. Hope you’re up for it.”

#hobie x reader #hobie brown #atsv hobie #atsv spiderpunk #hobie spiderverse #spider punk x reader #atsv #spider man: across the spider verse

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bones4thecats · 1 year ago

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If it's okay can I please ask for more Twisted Wonderland characters with kianna

It's up to you and what you want it to be about and the characters you want to write for

A/N: @nunezs-stuff, it's great to have another request from you! Thank you for the freedom for my own prompt, I rarely get a request with this much space to work! I hope you do like this piece of your OC! Reader! Enjoy~~

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This man drinks respect women juice day-in and day-out, so he was very respectful of you before and currently whilst your relationships has happened

It wasn’t unusual for him to see you whopping another member of his dorm’s ass, as they were quite stupid

But when you came back from beating a second year and you pulled your shirt up, he saw the scars that were littered throughout you’re back

And he was pissed

He never expected you to hide something this important from him, which resulted in him scolding you, holding back the urge to yell, as he knew it only made you mad in turn

After hearing the story about it, he just growled about the men who caused it all and cuddled you, saying how he was happy they got what they deserved

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It still surprised him that you wanted to date him

But when he saw how cold you looked at people who offended Malleus, whom you were fairly close to, he just chuckled, knowing his S/O was now a fellow protector of Waka-Sama’s honor

Now, he had started watching you duel against Lilia and Silver, and he just stood to the side barking out cheers to you while Malleus encouraged you, and his yelling, of course

After this duel against Lilia, he watched you walk off, and with Malleus’ ‘order’ he ran after you to assist you in the aftermath of cleaning the magic ‘stains’

He expected to see slight bruising, but not deep and gruesome looking scars lining your bones and seemingly perfect skin

He immediately began to ask you who did the damage, in which you told him the story, which made him even more mad than before

It took the work of Lilia, Silver, Malleus, and you to calm him down, but afterwards, all he did was hug you and rub your scars, saying how brave you were and how he was there and if they ever came for you, he’d be there to protect you no matter what

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This guy is the definition of hyper-active psycho

And it made no sense, not even to him on how you two had gotten together in the first place

But he was known for his mood swings, and you being known for your cold and terrifying personality made you a couple to be feared

This Leech twin had wanted to see you practice basketball with him and the rest of the team, and besides, watching you kick people’s asses made him laugh with delight

After the funny defeat of his teammates, Floyd grabbed you and ran out of the gym to change and go back to his dorm

He had practically demanded you to stay with him for the night, claiming he ‘felt lonely and needed his little stingray!’

(I believe he’d call them that since they’re pretty, but have a bite like no other)

Seeing your gashes on your body made him freeze in shock and anger

Who dared to harm you in any kind of way?!

He was close to breaking whoever he saw next, other than You, Azul, and Jade of course

Hearing how you had gotten them made him angry at those brothers, and he swore if they ever, ever came back, he’d make sure to give them an extra tight squeeze, especially a certain one…

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ermmm posting dudemarnie hcs again bcuz when i did a few nights ago i chickened out&deleted the post. anyways here it is bcuz what other purpose does it have other than sitting in my notes. i hope u all hate these guys as much as i do

- ermmm i have mentioned this b4 but they met at a bar when dude socked marnie in the face on accident&bcame interested in her in how unbothered she was from the blow which is not a reaction he usually gets from ppl&bcuz she was blonde as he has a thing for blondes.😁

- marnie unintentionally played very hard to get which is what drove dude mad&made him want her even more until he finally got her. i say unintentionally bcuz at first it was not marnies intention to be a tease, it just happened bcuz she is a bitch&sarcastic all time but then seeing how he reacts she kept going as a way to mess with him up until she started like liking him

- dude is the 1st who caught feelings for her bcuz of his horrible marriage&marnie was the 1st person after a long time who was great company where he genuinely wanted to stay around for as long as possible&some1 who was more than just a hookup/person to leech from. marnie felt suit not long after. while there were hints from both to one another that they want to be more than friends; they never really established the start of their romantic relationship w smth like “will you be my gf/bf” by word bcuz it is not smth dude or marnie would do; they had feelings that they did not admit to each other loudly but were evident to each outher&then moved in 2gether&just kind of both knew that this is it&they r dating

- marnie is a nickname that solely dude uses for maureen. it 1st was a way to get into her skin bcuz she did Not liked being referred to it but in the end it bcame their thing. sorta like an endearing manner. it does not even feel right when any1 else other than dude calls her marnie. marnie primarily calls him dude bcuz it is what he prefers. calls him by his name(tanner or parkley, both my hcs for his real name. do not execute me) to take the piss out of him or when being serious

- to dude, marnie was supposed to be nothing more than some1 he can sleep with whenever he is horny& can stay at&hang out with as a getaway for when the bitch is nagging him too hard where he needs a break&a person he can leech off booze&weed whenever he wants. marnie kept dude around bcuz of how chaotic he was, he brought a great deal of thrill into her boring life which consisted of nothing more than work&rotting at home on days off. idfk what happened between these to but yeah

- marnie is the 1 who took champ in after dude shot himself&was @ the hospital+the bitch left& after he got out looked after his bandages&stitches&made him stuff that he likes when got home&gave him meds when the aches were too much after the motherfucker shot himself bcuz marnie genuinely cares abt him. this is what prob solidified their whole relationship or smth

- i know i portray them as lovey dovey sometimes but reality is they r not that affectionate tbh. they r loners at heart&prefer to have their own space. they basically never cuddle in bed bcuz not only it is hot as balls in arizona but also bcuz they just like space. they do not kiss that often bcuz they like their space. there r times where they sleep separate or go on a full week if not more with barely talking to each other&it is not bcuz they are avoiding each other out of malice; they just like to have their own space&sometimes need a break from each other

- both genuinely hate pda. while dude does partake in it in some degree but it is only to mess with, tease, etc marnie because he knows she does not like it&she never reciprocates back. but when it comes to being genuine like holding hands or making out in a line at a grocery store like w some straight couples neither of them do that shit. nasty ass shit it is nobodys business in them being 2gether. that shit is not normal. they like to have space and do those things at home

- dude is the 1 who uses petnames as he is more playful out of the 2 w shit like babe and dear, the universal 1s but 1 unique petname for marnie that he has is doll .idk why but he just calls her doll as endearment sometimes. marnie does not really have any petnames for dude bcuz there r no nicknames for a motherfucker like him :/

- again dude is the one who is more witty and playful both in public&at home because he is the more outgoing out of the 2. marnie can sometimes be playful in return or even be the 1 who starts it 1st but only in private because that is where she feels most comfortable doing so

- giving both r pieces of shit their arguments r not as explosive actually. i always believed that in order to have dude blow up during an argument u would have to be feeding into the fire which is fighting back&pushing him over the edge; marnie does not do that. they do argue but marnie shuts the argument down&does not initiate any further b4 it reaches a breaking point bcuz not only she does not have the time to prove herself to dude, but also bcuz she does not need to. she knows her truth&there is no point in trying to prove what is right to a stubborn motherfucker. she does not care what he thinks it wrong or right, she knows her truth(whatever it is). this gives time dude to cool down bcuz there is nobody who is keeping the fire aflame to a point where he genuinely loses his shit. this is not to say that they have had not had violent arguments; they have. but they r rare bcuz of prev mentioned stuff

- they do not share clothes bcuz that is nasty. do u really think marnie would want to wear dudes gross ass unwashed shirts?

- dude has been sleeping butt ass naked at marnies even b4 they were an item&just friends. this is how he asserted his dominance (no he did fucking not)

- marnie is the breadwinner bcuz she is the 1 w a serious job that pays super well so dude in return is literally the housewife(what the hell am i supposed to call him). not ideal at all but he does get the job done enough it is satisfactory for both which is does not take much because both are messy low value pieces of shit so the bar is low. it is not everyday u bag a chick that has a hefty salary. sacrifices have to be made.

- dude uses marnies self care products in the shower in the most incorrect way possible whenever she gets smth nicer than what she usually uses. she could buy a scrub or smth&the next day it is basically empty bcuz dude idfk puts it on his balls or whatever

- 1 thing that makes dude genuinely angry is watch marnie roll blunts bcuz she rolls the worst blunts he has ever seen. he cannot watch. marnie is not 1 who gets angry but sometimes gets angry just by the sight of dude bcuz who let this wet dog white man into her damn house

- sometimes late at night both of them just walk aimlessly up&down the street or walk around town&talk abt everything or nothing. idk weird ass guys

- nearly every friday they go play pool&have a couple beers :) this is their idea of a date \o/

- marnie forges prescriptions for dudes migraine meds bcuz he needs them&she wants him to feel better bcuz she does care abt him deeply ♡yay ♡

- it is dudes duty to come by marnies work whenever she asks for him to bring her cigarettes or an energy drink whether it b 2am or 4pm. i like to think dude constantly comes around during her break so they can briefly hang out :)

- they never ever talk abt their feelings bcuz ermmm idfk wtf is wrong w both of them. both r more keeping that crap to themselves&neither know how to deal w it properly let alone properly support the other when it comes to feelings

- i always imagined that dude is a bit possessive? he does not blow a fuse whenever marnie hangs out w any1 else other than him or any of that sort, he really does not care. he is chill. she can have other interactions. sometimes he wants marnie to talk or hang out w some1 else than him bcuz he wants to be alone by himself. however he may get a bit jealous if marnie talks to some random guy for too long to some bar or whatever&thinking on how to take that guy out. he does know she is faithful but just does not like it when other guys r eyeing on marnie for too long i guess. marnie genuinely dgaf to who dude talks bcuz the same applies to him - she never questions his faithfulness bcuz she trusts him. but also she dgaf as long as he is away from her bcuz sometimes he is just too much🤬

- i do not really know where dude stands when it comes to being protective? he does not rly seem the type who would guard marnie like a fucking dog bcuz he is a fukcing jackass&does not seem 1 who would b this invested but also bcuz marnie does not need dude to defend her as she can do that herself just fine. she is not weak. but yet again marnie means everything to him so ermmm. for now i say he only gets involved when there is physical shit involved bcuz marnie is not one to strike back most of the time which to dude is ridiculous bcuz “an eye for an eye” or whatever. but it is also an excuse to b physical. marnie dgaf abt him🙄he is a grown ass man he can fend for himself. i am pretty sure she would gang up on him if some1 was beating his ass bcuz he is fucking insufferable

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- dude takes the “til death do us part” thing seriously bcuz if he cannot have marnie no one else can. i genuinely say this that dude would murder her&himself if it were that they would not b an item anymore bcuz marnie said so. luckily or whatever this never happens&marnie is all his sooo ermmm yuh i guess(scratching head)

- ermmm ermmm ermmm okay will let into my au for these 2: so technically they r legally married bcuz if they r going to live together might as well cut corners w the taxes. marnie is not going to pay his damn taxes. this decision was genuinely very random bcuz 1 night they made up their minds in like 10mins&went to a courthouse&then had takeout for dinner&did not mention to any1. good times i guess

- in general, they actually have an alright relationship. i have always believed in order to be w dude, u urself would need to be a horrible person, bcuz then his terrible deeds r more acceptable in ur eyes&u have less of an issue, meaning less fights&whatever. like w every couple, u r happier if ur morals&views on the world align. i say this is why dude&marnie r such a strong item bcuz they r similar ppl but do have their differences which makes it more..interesting?i have always said that in society they r both misplaced puzzle pieces that have weird edges that do not connect w the other pieces but lock in w each other perfectly like they were made for each other. there r ups&downs bcuz they r still horrible people @ the end of the day but they r genuinely happy 2gether. they r horrible 2gether. they r each others person on this god awful earth.

everybody say it in unity w me….. one is glad the other is horrible too. ♡

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got any tips for beginner aquarists? :O

any advice i’d give is highly dependent on what you’re looking to accomplish — all fish are very different and have different needs! however in all my years working in the aquatics department at a pet store, i’ve found that water quality can be hard to grasp for some people — understandably so, it can get complicated, but it’s very important for the health of your fish. here’s some of the important stuff that i learned the hard way so you don’t have to!

- FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY. DECHLORINATE YOUR WATER!!! seachem prime is the most concentrated dechlorinator you’ll find at most stores at 2 drops per gallon, and it lasts a good while. it’s got a strong sulfur smell to it in the bottle, but unless you massively overdose it you won’t smell it in your tank. the #1 mistake people make is not dechlorinating their tap water before filling a tank or doing a water change, and it sucks because it’s such an easy fix but can totally wipe a tank. always pre treat your water!!

- if you’re going to be using tap water, consider testing your water’s pH at the very least so you know what you’re working with. pH is integral to the health of aquatic animals down to a cellular level — if your pH is too high or too low, it doesn’t matter if you’re doing everything else right. keep an eye on that shit.

- if you need to adjust it, look into more natural ways to do so rather than bottled pH booster or reducers (sometimes chemical additives can react with eachother in funky ways). to raise your pH, put a mesh baggie of something like crushed coral sand in your filter. to lower it, look into driftwood that leeches tannins - it’ll turn your water a bit brownish, but that’s okay. in fact, a lot of fish in the hobby naturally come from waters thatre tannin-y, and will be quite alright with things a little murky!

- if you can’t use your tap water for whatever reason, bottled spring water is next best. distilled is really only good for topping off after water has evaporated, but it lacks a lot of minerals thatre important for your fish’s health, so don’t JUST use distilled.

- the larger a volume of water you’re working with, the more forgiving the entire tank system will be. i usually don’t recommend going smaller than ten gallons for your first tank — maybe a 20long or 29 if you want lots of options. you can definitely make tank volumes smaller than ten gallons work (i’ve got a planted low tech 3gal that’s been going strong for quite some time now) but it’s generally a lot more finicky and will be much easier for a mistake to snowball into an emergency

- filters are good! please use a filter on your tank. in general every tank should have a mechanical filter for water movement and to help maintain good bacteria (more on that in a bit), an airline bubbler to help keep the water moving and make sure it’s oxygenated, and a heater because most fish in the hobby are tropical and like things toasty.

- make sure you get a heater with a built in thermostat that will shut off if it gets too hot, ideally one that you can adjust instead of a pre-programmed one. they’re a bit pricy at box stores because they’re the ‘advanced’ option, but hygger is a solid brand and you can get a really nice one of theirs with a temp control dial on amazon for like 20$.

- PLEASE NEVER EVER EVER LEAVE YOUR HEATER PLUGGED IN WHILE ITS OUT OF THE WATER!!! it will overheat and break and is also a fire hazard. i recently had my water level on my reef tank drop due to a pump malfunction and the heater was SMOKING when i got home from work and found it. it will also make your heater thoroughly nonfunctional, and replacing them is a pain. most have a minimum waterline marked, make sure you pay attention to that. unplug it during tank maintenance if you’re worried about it not being fully submerged.

- you’re going to want to be patient. while you COULD fill a tank with water and then plop fish into it the next day, you’re not going to be as successful as if you’d aged the tank a bit and allowed a biofilter to establish itself . i recommend doing some research about the nitrogen cycle and nitrifying bacteria, but the long and short of it is as follows:

— biological waste (fish poop, uneaten food, dropped plant leaves if you have live plants) in your tank produces ammonia. ammonia is highly toxic to fish even in small amounts, so you want this to be as close to 0 as possible.

— there are certain bacteria that will process ammonia into NITRITES. nitrites are still not great to have a lot of, but are much less toxic than ammonia.

— there are OTHER bacteria that will then take those nitrites and turn them into NITRATES. nitrates are the least toxic of the three, and so your end goal is to establish a healthy population of these various bacteria so that any available ammonia is quickly processed into nitrite, which then becomes nitrate. nitrate can only be removed from the system via a water change, but some is absorbed by plants as well. you still definitely want to do water changes even in a well planted tank.

- there are lots of different ways to introduce these bacteria populations to your tank and establish a biofilter. bear in mind that you want to treat your biofilter like any other living thing, so make sure things like temperature and pH stay as consistent and stable as possible. ideally, you want to decide what sort of fish you’d like to keep and then figure out what their preferred ranges are, and then keep your tank at that for the entire bioseeding process

- if you want to do it au naturale, these bacteria will colonize any body of dechlorinated freshwater if given enough time. you want to add a source of ammonia (some people will buy cheap feeder fish and put them in there, but i find that a bit unfair to the fish as if it doesn’t go smoothly they could suffer from ammonia burns or other health issues. plus, it could introduce all sorts of parasites and pathogens to your tank that can be a pain to clean out without hurting your bacteria) . the safest and cheapest way is to ‘feed’ your tank with little bits of fish food every now and then

- either invest in a test kit, or find a fish store that can test for you. chain stores like petco or petsmart offer testing, but they use the cheap strip tests that are probably the least accurate. they’re mostly good for telling you ‘yup, ammonia is there’ but not actually indicating if it’s decreasing over time or not. do some digging to see if there’s any local fish stores in your area that can test for you, and ask what methods they use. chemical tests are good for giving a ballpark and generally the highest quality the average hobbyist will get. i use a spectrophotometer at work so i’m spoiled LMFAO but you don’t need all that

- you want to see an initial spike in ammonia, which will then start to go down. you don’t want it to go down TOO much and starve your bacteria, so keep feeding your tank as this happens. eventually, you’ll also see a nitrite spike — this is good! this means the first group of bacteria are here and working hard. once the nitrites start decreasing you will hopefully see nitrates start to go up, and then congrats, your tank has a biofilter!! you can start adding animals now, although make sure you don’t have too much leftover ammonia or yucky food on the bottom first. i would start small — nerite snails are the roombas of the freshwater aquarium world, so you’ll want a couple anyway. add these first. if they’re still chillin after about a week, you’re good to proceed.

- this process can take anywhere from a few weeks to a few months. the longer you wait, the more well established and stable your tank will be.

- you CAN buy bottled bacteria to speed this process up a bit — your success may vary. most of the stuff you’ll find on shelves at a pet store likely isn’t alive anymore, but it doesn’t hurt to add because even if the bacteria are dead, you’re still adding waste material to help kickstart your cycle. the brand i’ve had the best luck with (and that we use for bioseeding systems at the aquarium i work at) is dr tim’s. not sure how many stores carry it, but you can find it online easily. there’s freshwater and saltwater versions, make sure you get the right one.

- even if you’re adding bottled bacteria, i would still let the tank run empty for a couple weeks. this lets you make sure all your equipment runs well and lets you play around with decor or lighting without stressing any fish out.

- when adding animals to your tank, do so gradually to avoid overloading your biofilter with ammonia. how gradually depends on tank size, but it’s always better to be more cautious than not.

- information about the hobby in general varies in quality depending on where you get it — so seek information from as many sources as possible! look through forums! read articles! ask the guy at your local fish store! ask another guy at a different fish store! don’t take any one source as fact, but bear in mind that not everyone may be right. the more opportunities you take to learn, the faster your knowledge base will grow and the easier it will get.

- tank size is its own beast, but my rule of thumb has always been that there’s never any such thing as giving a fish TOO MUCH space, but there’s absolutely such thing as not giving them enough. a betta fish, for example, can SURVIVD in 1-3 gallons of water… but will absolutely thrive in 10-20. in general, take a recommended tank size for any species as the bare minimum if anything.

- most of all, don’t be afraid to make mistakes! it happens to everyone, and it’s part of learning. anyone who tries to make you feel bad for not knowing something is just being rude. if you’re willing to learn, that’s the most important thing!

- pet store employees usually aren’t experts, but they’ve got questions they’re obligated to ask before they sell you an animal. if they deny you a sale due to tank size or something like that, don’t argue with them. they’re not judging you personally, they’re just doing their job. if you absolutely must lie to them to get them to give you the fish, at least be consistent with it. nobody ever likes having to go ‘well actually…’ halfway through scooping a half dozen fish because you let slip that you only have a ten gallon after insisting you have a 40.

- unless you have a pond or space for several hundred gallons of tank, stay away from goldfish. they’re adorable, i know, but they’re carp. they get big. they live a long time. they poop so much. they aren’t worth the hassle for most people.

- please never ever release fish you don’t want into the wild. if a pet store won’t take them for whatever reason, that sucks, but it’s on you. we don’t need any more invasive species. please

- please don’t flush fish that are still alive. if you absolutely must euthanize a fish, look into how to do so humanely (yes, people do this, and yes, there’s a right and a wrong way to do it)

#THIS GOT INSANELY LONG I AM SO SORRY. IM VERY AUTISTIC ABOUT FISHKEEPING

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