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mikalara-dracula · 2 years

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🏍️ Ayato’s Biker Shenanigans—

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So, @liannelara-dracula and I came up with this idea when we saw a Rockstar Energy poster at the gas station.

It was an image of Jason Anderson on a dirt bike striking a cool pose in mid air and we instantly thought of what Ayato would do if he saw this poster.

We all know that asshole would do something crazy if he got inspired, which brings us to this scenario here.

🔥 So in the DL universe, this all began when Ayato saw this poster, and it really drew his attention.

🔥 In fact, it was so bad that he thought it would be cool if he could get some rad pics for his Vampgram (vampire instagram lmao).

🔥 So with this, he headed to Karl’s garage in hopes of finding a dirtbike.

🔥 Now bear in mind that Karl’s garage is a place that houses thousands of different gadgets, car parts, cars, motorcycles—you name it, he’s probably got it.

🔥 And let me tell you, this place is a mess. It’ll take days to get out if you get lost in there.

🔥 (In one of the CDs, Subaru spoke about a room Karl had filled with his junk and said it would be a nightmare for anyone who had to clean that room since there’s so much stuff; which in thus indicates that Karl’s an old collector, so you can imagine his garage consisting of old cars and shit that’s no longer in use. And the worst part is, he probably doesn’t auction/sell none of it no matter how much his sons beg him to.)

🔥 His sons dread it every time if they’re asked to go look for something in there—it’s honestly a punishment.

🔥 To Ayato’s luck, he found that Karl did in fact have an old dirt bike stashed in there.

🔥 “Hah, knew that old man had to have one.”

🔥 But to his surprise, the bike didn’t run, so he had to call in some back up.

🔥 And his back up happened to be Kino and Shin.

🔥 Plus, they wanted in on Ayato’s plans too once they heard about them.

🔥 So they snagged some tools and old oil out of Karl’s garage and began working on the old thing . . . And tbh, none of them knew what they were doing.

🔥 They worked for hours on it, trying everything in order to make it work, and even going to YouTube to try and fix it, but it was a total bust.

🔥 And when they thought they figured it out, they ended up ruining it even more instead.

🔥 Kino threw his hands up in the air at some point. “Give it up, dude. We’ve tried everything.”

🔥 “Yeah, I’m getting tired over here. Why don’t you just go buy a new one?” Shin would say, feeling mentally exhausted.

🔥 “Cuz that old man keeps me on a tight budget.” Ayato would complain.

🔥 “Fine. Let’s just call Yuma.” Kino would say, pulling out his phone being ready to call.

🔥 “No way, man!” Ayato would say, snatching the phone from his grasp. “No one from that house is allowed here . . . There’s still one more person we can ask.”

🔥 “Oh really? And who’s that?” Kino would ask.

🔥 “Don’t worry, I know just the guy.” Ayato would add. “There’s no one better for this job. He’ll have it fixed in no time.”

🔥 “Are you talking about Subaru? What good can he be with this?” Shin would say.

🔥 “Dude, he’s named after a car. There’s no way he doesn’t know how to work on something like this.” Ayato would say, walking off inside to fetch Subaru.

🔥 And after convincing him enough, he finally got him to come outside and have a look at it.

🔥 When Subaru begins analyzing and trying to scope out the problem, he begins to tell them what’s wrong with it thus far, such as the battery being old, the oil was bad, etc.

🔥 Overall, there were a lot of things wrong with it.

🔥 “You’re not going anywhere with a battery like that. It’s too old, the transmission’s off, and the radiator needs repair. A job like this is-,”

🔥 “Look, no one cares what’s wrong with it. Can you fix it or not?” Ayato would rudely inturrpt.

🔥 Subaru shot him a death glare. “Tch! Of course I can, dumbass. But it’s gonna take a while if you want it fixed.”

🔥 Ayato sighed. “Fine. Just make it work.”

🔥 Subaru began working, taking his time and making sure all the wires were connected and such, and just doing a bunch of mechanic things.

🔥 But let’s just say there were a few mishaps in between, mostly because Ayato, Kino, and Shin were trying to help him out to get the job done faster.

🔥 They were mostly just handing him the tools or whatever he requested because them touching the bike would potentially make it worse.

🔥 And a lot of the time, Ayato was mostly grabbing and handing him the wrong tools, leading them to waste even more time.

🔥 Being ready to conclude things, Subaru asked Ayato to grab some new motor oil and put it in it’s designated tank.

🔥 As soon as he did, Subaru asked Ayato to turn on the iginition to see if they could get it to start.

🔥 Luckily he got it to start, leaving Ayato to say, “Dude, you are brilliant- BRILLANT!”

🔥 But unfortunately, as soon as he started it, the bike squirted oil onto Subaru’s face, and this only happened because dumbass Ayato didn’t tighten down the oil cap’s lid.

🔥 It’s kinda like this clip from Full House haha xDD (@ 2:50 if it doesn’t work).

🔥 Once they got it to start (and tightened the oil lid), it sounded awful and loud.

🔥 It was so loud that Reiji stopped for a second in the middle of his experiment and looked out the window to understand where that sound was coming from.

🔥 “What’s making that horrible noise?” He questioned.

🔥 Ayato was thrilled knowing Subaru got it to start and got onto the seat, giving it a small rev.

🔥 “When I drive this thing around town, it’ll be pickin’ up chicks for sure.” He’d smirk.

🔥 “Ayato, what is this repulsive contraption?” Reiji would say, his hands on his hips as he questioned him.

🔥 “It’s one of the old man’s dirt bikes. I need it.”

🔥 “What for exactly?” Reiji would ask.

🔥 “Eh, for fun reasons you wouldn’t understand.” The red-haired vampire answered smugly.

🔥 Reiji pushed up his glasses to the bridge of his nose. “Very well. Just don’t cause any trouble.”

🔥 He soon left, leaving the group of them alone.

🔥 “Alright, now that that stick in the mud is gone, let’s get started.” Ayato would command, taking the dirt bike to an offset ground of the mansion’s perimeter where there was enough room to ride, Subaru, Kino and Shin following.

🔥 Ayato decided to bring Yui along when they were taking photos and riding the bike around.

🔥 Ayato alternated with Kino and Shin since they wanted cool pics for their Vampgrams too.

🔥 Ayato took his off his shirt for certain pics on the bike and tried to flex to Yui.

🔥 He wears sunglasses too. xDD

🔥 Laito came along as well and was the one taking pictures of Ayato.

🔥 While riding, Ayato would try to do some cool bike stunts like the stuntman in the poster.

🔥 And let’s just say, he failed miserably at doing them and fell off his bike doing certain ones.

🔥 Meanwhile, Kino and Shin are nailing them and getting good pics and vids of their stunts xDD.

🔥 And if that wasn’t bad enough, with Laito taking the photos for Ayato, they're honestly coming out horrible.

🔥 They're either too blurry, or he's just missing Ayato every time he's in mid-air—AND the worst part is, is that when Ayato’s gotten the move to look decent, Laito keeps missing it with the camera.

🔥 There’s competition among Ayato, Kino, and Shin—like, who looks cooler in their photos, who’s photos look the best, and they’re pressuring Yui to decide.

🔥 And after a while of riding, something was bound to go completely wrong.

🔥 Maybe a little too wrong.

🔥 Ayato took the bike for a final spin, but began to lose control of it and it wasn’t steering properly, which lead him to crash into things at an uncontrollable speed.

🔥 Due to Ayato not having much knowledge about engineering, it was unknown to him that Subaru had rigged the bike to lose control at a certain point.

🔥 And he did this all for payback—such as for making him fix the bike and interrupting him when he was explaining what was wrong with it.

🔥 Seriously, don’t fuck with our bby car.

🔥 Yui noticed that the bike started acting up and when all chaos was breaking loose, she saw Subaru laughing and asked what was funny and this is where he confessed that he rigged it.

🔥 “That fuckin’ moron’s not even gonna know what hit him.” Subaru would laugh.

🔥 With not having control of the dirt bike, he ended up crashing into Yuma’s garden and totally bulldozered the place.

🔥 Yuma was so pissed off, and with Kou finding it funny and laughing behind him, it didn’t make things any better.

🔥 In fact, it almost ended with Yuma throwing him through one of the mansion’s windows.

🔥 “Great, just great! Who the hell is gonna pay for this shit?! That Sakamaki-asshole ruined everything! . . . Once I get my hands on him, I’m gonna-,”

🔥 “Violence won’t solve anything, Yuma.” Ruki would interrupt attempting to calm him down. “We’ll go over to the Sakamaki Residence and speak to them promptly about this issue.”

🔥 “Tch! You’re gonna go talk to that uptight asshole?” Yuma would say, referring to Reiji. “Good luck striking a deal with him.”

🔥 Kino and Shin posted Ayato bulldozering Yuma's garden since they caught it all on film and it went viral as a result, leaving them to have the last laugh.

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers headcanons #ayato sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #laito sakamaki #ruki mukami #kou mukami #yuma mukami #reiji sakamaki #shin tsukinami #kino sakamaki #yui komori #anime #anime requests #anime headcanons #diaboys #dialovers #diahell #diabolik brothers

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magicaigirl · 2 years

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@heliurg-blog thanks for asking, love ❤️!

So here's the story. Back when I was in college, our admin was... pretty demanding. They didn't give a fuck about us students. Something about the uni brand name got into their heads I guess - they loved reminding us who was in charge.

So they'd call meetings with us on a whim, give us unrealistic deadlines for signing up for courses and stuff, extend or add classes to our schedules last minute, publicly call out students over the smallest issues and even call some of our parents to campus to complain because we didn't stoke their egos fast enough.

You get the gist.

They were assholes, they were in power, and they loved it.

Before my final year started, covid hit. Of course our admin didn't want us to go home. They pretended like it didn't exist and dodged our genuine concerns for our safety. Other campuses had already shut down and sent students home. Ours was one of the last, and they let us go only because someone reported them to the police.

Now fast forward one year. We were taking our classes and exams from home. I learned about manifestation and our second year was coming to an end. Things seemed to be getting better, covid-wise.

And then the bad news came.

We had to go to campus to write our finals. And they were taking no excuses.

I was terrified. Ofc I missed my friends, but writing exams from home had done wonders for my anxiety. It was an open book system and I had enough time to think out my answers and format them well. I was getting great grades.

On the other hand, exams from college... those of you who have attended them, you know how it is. The noise, the stress, and being under the asshole admin's thumb again- I did NOT want that. Not at any cost.

So I created a subliminal playlist (I didn't know about law of assumption then) and listened to it over and over everyday till I felt like it wasn't going to happen. I also scripted that I was giving my exams from home. But still... a part of me wanted to meet my friends one last time. I was also worried about all the clothes and stuff I'd left in my dorm, as I had no idea when I'd be able to go and get them.

Then the day came for me to fly out to my uni.

The email I had been expecting - that exams from campus were cancelled - didn't come.

I got in the car. No email. I got into the plane. No email. I landed in my university city. No email. I took a cab to campus. Still, as you rightly guessed, no email.

My manifestation, which I was so sure would come true, had FAILED.

It was all a big lie. It seemed like I had no control over my reality after all. And man, that heartbreak.. it was on a completely different level.

Still, I managed to pull myself together. I was in college with my friends. The city was relatively safe from covid. I still had 3 days before my exams were supposed to start. Those were three mad busy, amazing days. In which, of course, the email I so desperately wanted did not come.

Writing exams on campus still didn't feel real that Sunday night.

Our admin had called a meeting to smugly announce the timings of our exams and seating arrangements, as well as inform us that we wouldn't be allowed into the hall if we were more than five minutes late. The first exam was supposed to start the very next morning.

In spite of all this, I ended up affirming that I wrote my finals from home. And then I fell asleep.

The next morning we got some news. Some students from our sister campus tested positive for covid. And because of that, our exams had gotten postponed by a day to make quarantine arrangements.

I kept affirming that I'd give my exams from home. I and my friends huddled together in their room, too excited to do any studying. Here they told me the rumor of a few juniors also showing covid symptoms.

Then the news broke that in the past 3 days, covid had been rapidly spreading in the city and it was unsafe to keep university campuses open.

The admin held a private meeting with our student council. No one officially said what it was about, but we all knew that they were debating on whether to continue holding the exams on campus or send us home.

It was a tough fight. We had a friend of a friend as an insider to that meeting, and she reported that the admin did not budge an inch. The exams were going to happen on campus no matter what. Meanwhile our student council was fighting tooth and nail for our safety.

Everyone thought they admin would get their way, as usual.

But I? Oh, I gained hope.

I affirmed like a madwoman. The same sentence, over and over again: we would all be giving our finals from home.

It was the admin against me, and this reality was mine. I would win.

Spoiler alert: I won.

The sister campus shut down and sent everyone home.

I got that email on the fifth day of being on campus.

I knew it before even opening my inbox. Everyone was screaming and running around, hugging each other, just going wild because holy fuck. WE WERE GOING HOME.

And I did :) I got to meet my friends just like I wanted, I got all my stuff from my dorm room, and left with the satisfaction of no more loose ends. I wrote my exams from home, with everyone else, did amazingly well and got my degree.

Basically, manifesting works no matter what!! All you need to do is PERSIST.

#this took a lot longer than I expected #law of assumption #dream life #manifesting is easy #success story #manifestation #loa #cai's affirmations

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m-y-fandoms · 4 years

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Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu x reader (fluff + angst) - (COMMISSION)

When I get a commission that isn’t Danganronpa related, I keep the client’s name private and switch names and some paragraphs around to fit a Danganronpa character so you all can enjoy it. This commission best fit Fuyuhiko’s personality, so here you are - Admin Kokichi

SFW, gender-neutral reader

I walked through the halls of Hope’s Peak Academy, still toweling off my scalp after a shower in the gym’s locker room. Heavily I sighed, thankful for the much-needed sustenance that was soon to come when I finally reached the cafeteria. Sport after sport, activity after activity, it really wore the body out. Hope’s Peak really stressed the importance of the Ultimate-level students honing their skills. That’s why we were there, after all. Yes, we took general education classes like any normal student, the basics like the many different types of mathematics, general art, history, government, sciences and all that, but each student in the Main Course had several hours a day blocked out of their schedule dedicated to their specific talent and that talent only. It was rigorous, obsessive, and exhausting.

At times like this, I envied those who sat down for their talent, like animators and gamers, for I, the Ultimate Athlete, was always on my feet. Not that I’m saying art and gaming don’t take a lot out of those students, I just wanted a break from physical exertion once and awhile. My brain wasn’t stimulated quite as much as I’d like. Even the other athletes, like Aoi Asahina, the Ultimate Swimmer, and Akane Owari, the Ultimate Gymnast, had one set training area, and trained one sport for long sessions during the school day. As the all around Ultimate Athlete, the administration of Hope’s Peak had me training lots of different sports and exercise methods in short bursts. This meant running across campus from the pool to the dojo, from the gym to the baseball field, from the wrestling mat to the biking trails. Every day, a different muscle was sore, but I suppose I can’t really complain. It is an honor to be selected to attend Hope’s Peak. I mean, there were hundreds of regular students paying extraordinary rates to attend, just to be mocked and berated for being Reserve Course students anyway. I was lucky to have been chosen as the Ultimate Athlete at all, considering they already had so many types of athletes here. I think the appeal of my talent was that instead of being the best at one sport alone, I was above average at every single sport there was. Well, there was no use wasting time dwelling on my burnt-out body, because immediately after lunch, I was expected back at the gym with no delay. The longer this walk took, the less time I had to eat.

Picking up the pace, I sprinted - something I excelled at - through the courtyard that connected the Reserve Course and Main Course wings for what was a well-known shortcut to the cafeteria. Reaching the other side, I slowed my pace, my eyes landing on a curious scene that caught my attention. Three Reserve Course girls - distinguishable by the ash-black of their identical uniforms as opposed to the customizable (and optional) Ultimate uniforms - were whispering in hushed tones in front of one of the cream-colored pillars of the courtyard surrounded by some well-tended flowers. They trembled slightly, a bit jittery it seemed, and were clearly gossiping profusely like the gaggle of hens they resembled. There was malice and fear in their expressions as they looked back and forth from the object of their scrutiny then back to each other to deliberate and discuss. My eyes followed their line of sight to the opposite side of the courtyard, where the pond and benches sat. Of course, it was him. How did I not notice him as I passed by from that end? I must have been in some hurry.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu, the Ultimate Yakuza, sat on the ground leaned up against a wall on the opposite side of the courtyard, scrawling notes into a notebook in his lap. His brow was creased, fairly engrossed in his studies. I could tell he heard the girls chattering, they weren’t being subtle and weren’t very far away, but Fuyuhiko was paying them no mind.

“Do you think his dad threatens the teachers if they give him a bad grade?” A blonde gasped, as if the thought had just occurred to her.

“Probably, I wouldn’t put anything past that clan of brutes,” another plain-looking girl whimpered in reply.

I stopped to watch the situation play out, hiding behind a nearby pillar and ready to step in if it continued, as rumor-spreading bullies were something that I just couldn’t stand by any means. I knew Fuyuhiko could handle himself… err… maybe I was just being a bit nosey to be honest.

After a few more minutes of the clique getting louder and bolder with their insultingly toxic babble, I saw Fuyuhiko’s head snap up, throwing them a pointed glare. The flock gasped in unison, with looks of horror on their faces, and scrambled away past me and into the hall. I smirked merrily: now that reaction was the more typical one. I was just thinking how brave these girls must have been to be provoking a Kuzuryuu in the first place. Many people in the school, and just the country in general were terrified of them. I myself felt a bit indifferent about Fuyuhiko. He was in my home room and never caused trouble.

The Kuzuryuu Clan was the largest and most powerful Yazuka clan in the country, with ties to national governments, huge drug rings, and a hand in many influential corporations throughout the country. People knew to fear them and not to mess with them, like any gang. Fuyuhiko was the only son of the head of the clan, and next in line as its leader, but if you’d spoken more than two words to the guy, you’d see that it was wise to respect him, but there was no need to fear him. In fact, his little sister Natsumi, who terrorized the Reserve Course girls, probably was the reason Fuyuhiko’s reputation around the school was smeared by association. People saw her bitterness, her jealousy, her need to harass or threaten anyone who she felt inferior to, her horrible attitude, and probably transferred that fear over to her older brother, thinking the siblings must be similar. It was just ridiculous. If anything, he was an asshole at times, but not dangerous.

Plus, how could someone be afraid of a guy who looked like that? Fuyuhiko was both adorable in some ways, and handsome in others. His cute side came out through in his meager height, the way his pale skin blushed easily when flustered, the softness of his blonde hair, the small pout he wore at times. He didn’t even have ink yet like most Yazuka. His skin was milky and untouched. On the other side of the spectrum, he was handsome and manly in the way he spoke, the elegance of his expensive suits and ties, his intelligence, the way he carried himself, his sharp and intense gaze. I always thought it was more reasonable to be attracted to him rather than afraid.

He did have a bit of an attitude problem, but I often felt bad for him because of it. The quipping, feisty exterior he presented was clearly a coping mechanism, a method of self-defense after years of pressure to be a pillar of his family and being misunderstood by his peers. It probably wasn’t easy to be expected to watch or even perform drug deals, interrogations, or even murders - who knows? Then after all of that, you come back into normal society and get judged for being tiny with a baby face behind your back while people are scared of you to your face.

He projected the anger he was taught was normal, and used the years of being raised in the Yakuza to adapt and mold his personality. He often cursed out or blew up at others, was stubborn and hard to work with, did his own thing, and despite how well he thought he hid her, his personal bodyguard being around the corner ready to kick someone’s ass at a moment's notice deterred many potential friendships. Most of our home room were friends with him, but I rarely talked to him. I really only made myself known to a few of the quieter kids in our class like Komaeda and Tsumiki, even Peko herself at times… but other than them I mainly kept to myself.

I just wished…. he’d talk to me first. I was desperate to get to know him without the fear of feeling like I was bothering him.

Ok, so maybe I wasn’t as indifferent as I let on before. Now that I’ve given myself away, I suppose I’ll just say it:

Yes, I was a bit biased on the topic of Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu because… I had a massive crush on him.

And it was hard, so very hard to see him in class everyday, at the dorms, around campus, and not be able to make those feelings known. I couldn’t tell if it was fear of judgment, fear of rejection, fear of him just cussing me out until I pissed myself, maybe a mix of all three? But now we were alone… save for Peko, who was undoubtedly spying from somewhere close by. Why should I care what anyone thinks? I was sure he’d never tell anyone if he rejected me anyway. He wasn’t the gossiping type, and he only told people what he needed them to hear. Steadying myself, I took a deep breath and stepped out from behind the decorative colonnade. As I shakily stepped across the grass, lunch became the last thing on my mind, and I approached him. He didn’t even look up until I began to speak, cowardice lining my tone.

“H-hey,” I mumbled, towering above him like some weirdo. He squinted in suspicion, a small pout settling onto his lips as he silently acknowledged me. “Are you studying?!” I yelled more than spoke, my nerves taking hold. He rolled his eyes, holding the notebook up with one hand. I couldn’t help scanning him, taking in the way the sun bounced off the yellow fluff of his buzz cut, the way his chest heaved slowly, the cute little mole under his bottom lip. I was sweating, wondering if Peko would knock me out for getting too close, but also entranced in his hazel eyes.

“What does it look like?” He huffed, irritated by my very presence. He probably came out hime to be alone, after all. Now he had to deal with me right after those insufferable girls.

“Ah, haha, yeah, well anyway, I wanted to say that those girls were obnoxious and wrong. You shouldn’t let their words get to you. They’re meaningless. Y-you shouldn’t care about what they think. I-” I spoke quickly, nervously, and he parried my words instantly, tired of me wasting his precious time.

“I don’t give a shit what they think. Since you’re such a fuckin’ creep and were apparently watching the whole time, you must have seen me scare them off, yeah? I obviously don’t care, and I don’t need some rando to come give me a fuckin’ pep talk! What do I look like to you, some fuckin’ kid that got his feelings hurt by some bullies? Fuck those bitches and fuck you! If that’s all you had to say, get lost,” he spat, and I flinched backwards. He was feeling vulnerable, and biting back was the only thing she knew, like an abused dog lashing out at its rescuers. I knew not to take it personal, that Fuyuhiko sometimes said things he didn’t mean out of anger. I knew all of this, but I was still taken aback and thoroughly intimidated. Almost as soon as he’d snapped at me, he settled back into his calm studying, opening the notebook again. That was Fuyuhiko, a little ball of rage that could be turned on and off like a switch.

“Well, I, um-” I cut off my own words, swiftly turning on my heel and marching out of the courtyard, clutching my bag like it could save me from this humiliation.

“Fuck… I’m such an idiot.” I shook my head, involuntarily replaying my blunderous attempt to ask Fuyuhiko out in my head over and over again. Could it even be called that? I mean, I didn’t even get to the asking out part before I made a complete fool of myself and pissed him off. I was now rushing through the corridors of the first floor, trying to make it to what was my last class of the day after a very short lunch and some extremely demanding training. The gardening class was mainly unsupervised and casual, but I hated the feeling of being technically late nonetheless.

The term “class” is used loosely hime. At Hope’s Peak, each student was required to choose an elective course that “gave back” to the community or school in some way. It was thought to boost the school’s reputation, along with the student’s resume. That was the sentiment the school held, anyway. Some students volunteered at local retirement homes, some, like the eccentric Gundham Tanaka, lead clubs that tended to rescue animals and raised them. Others tutored exchange students in Japanese, some did maintenance around the school to earn the credit. I chose the gardening club, where students would break up into little groups and tend to all the plants, flowers, grass, vegetable gardens, and courtyards on and around campus. Sometimes we even took “field trips” to tend to other local greenery. I found it to be the most calming and quiet option of all the electives. There was very little human interaction, and it was satisfying to see the (literal) fruits of your labor grow.

Today I would be tending to the garden in the secondary courtyard behind the school. This one was more hidden away, rarely ever used, and that’s what I loved about it. But… as I turned the corner, my box of gardening supplies in hand, I froze dead in my tracks, shuffling back to hide behind the cover of the wall.

Fuyuhiko was sitting there on his hands and knees, pruning weeds from the garden. The coat of his uniform was discarded, and she sat in only his slacks and a button up dress shirt with a tie. He had little towels folded up as make-shift knee padding, green gloves on, and was leaning into his work with such fervor.

What?! I screamed internally, panic taking hold of me. I had been a member of the gardening club for months, and not once had I seen him on the class roster or in rotation. I’d been to every station, been assigned every task at least once, and I’d never been paired with him. So of course, on the day I was thoroughly humiliated in front of him, here he was, ruining what was supposed to be the most relaxing part of my day. I considered leaving, simply lying about my hour of gardening time on the school’s check-in portal, but something in me told me to stay. I sat there, fighting with myself, nearly collapsing with anxiety, and then he began to speak, tearing my from my thoughts:

“Now now, how are you gonna grow big and strong if you keep lettin’ these little punks fuck you up like this…?” He huffed, almost fatherly in his tone. I peeked around the corner, wondering who the hell he was talking to. Maybe this shift wouldn’t be so awkward with a third party to distract me from him, I thought, but when I hazarded a glance, not a soul was in sight, save Fuyuhiko. Taking a closer look, I noticed his calloused hands nestled around the leaf of a plant, and he tsk’d, observing the bite marks left by pestiferous insects and small animals. He was talking to the plant?! My cheeks started to warm up, my heart melting at the realization.

Fuyuhiko began to hum, then to sing softly, a lullaby of sorts for this injured little green darling. Holding my breath, I nearly crumpled against the wall, feeling my flush spread from my cheeks to rush throughout my entire body. This is so fucking cute, I thought to myself, glancing once more, perhaps a bit riskily. I was getting greedy, greedy for even a glimpse of seeing him in the state of happiness I knew he deserved. I couldn’t care less if Peko was sneaking up behind me with a bamboo sword at the ready.

When I looked, he was smiling, truly smiling. I’d never seen him smile like that before, a smile birthed out of an innocent and serene joy, and now I never wanted it to stop. There was no way I was turning back now.

I took a few steps back down the hall, then stomped loudly toward the courtyard, allowing him to save face by thinking I had only just approached. I knew I would be in for quite the sour retaliation if he knew I had caught him singing. He may have even gotten up and left. He looked up, still leaned over his plants but now dead silent as I entered, and when he realized who I was, his breath caught in his throat. Another expression I rarely saw from him: one of being caught off guard.

“Hey… so, I didn’t know you were in the gardening club? I’ve been in it since the start and I’ve never seen you.” I set down my box next to him and pulled out some gloves. I was hoping that acting like earlier never happened was the best course of action. Something can’t be awkward if it doesn’t exist, right? Luckily, he played along… or rather, just didn’t bring it up, either.

“Uh, yeah. I was hoping to avoid all the bullshit of the whole, volunteer-but-not -actually-because-it’s-a-requirement class thing altogether. I just don’t have time for this shit, but my academic advisor caught on and forced me into gardening. It was the last one with spots left open…” he grumbled, as if he weren’t absolutely loving it mere moments ago.

“Huh… and they aren’t penalizing you for, you know, losing all those points from the first few months you missed?” I inquired bravely. Maybe those girls were right earlier about his father threatening professors…?

“Nah, I guess not. My advisor is super chill. She worked something out…”

“That’s lucky…” my words trailed off, and we both got to work. The longer the silence grew, the more the awkward energy imposed itself on both of us. I could tell that he was thinking back to our earlier encounter by the way he made eye contact and quickly snatched his gaze away, the way she would open his mouth then close it without a hesitant word.

Half an hour passed, and my nerves were beginning to stand on edge. What was more daunting than being alone with your crush? Being alone with your crush who verbally ripped you a new one that same day.

Now mere inches away from him, focusing in on the same patch of flowers, we both reached for a small watering can at the same time, and our hands touched briefly, fleetingly before he snatched his own back, a shade of pink dusting his soft cheeks. He turned away, embarrassed, but I couldn’t have been more excited by the small interaction. Still, for both our sakes, I felt the need to break the silence.

“You… you seem happier - now, I mean… as opposed to earlier today…” It was time to bring up the elephant in the room. I saw his body tense up, his spine stiffen, and he turned to face me, dirt staining his forearms and a swipe on his cheek where he’d scratched an itch earlier.

“Yeah… I should probably apologize for that, bein’ a dick and all. I was just, really pissed and stressed. I shouldn’t have attacked you like that… it’s just… those stupid, loud-mouth, air-headed-” I saw his fists clench, his gloves squeaking a bit under the pressure. I continued where he left off, not wanting him to force himself to relive the gossip or the anger attached to it.

“It’s fine, seriously. I get it. There will always be assholes like them in the world. I don’t blame you for being upset. Besides, I’m sure it was weird to have a stranger just approach you like that, trying to give you unsolicited advice and bothering you by-”

“Well, you’re not really a stranger, are you? I’ve seen you around plenty of times… and you’re in my home room.” He spoke reluctantly, clearly fighting against the compulsory need to deflect and defend.

“O-oh, yeah, you are. I didn’t think you’d notice.” I felt my heart rate speed up. Of course I’d seen him many times in the back of the classroom, but I had no idea he’d given me even a first glance, much less a second one.

“Of course I noticed. Sports, right? Exercise, fitness, an’ all that?” He nodded, smirking. God, he was so hot… I didn’t know how to contain my excitement. I was trying my best.

“Yeah, exactly. Sports, exercise, fitness. That’s me.” I chuckled a bit, finding myself more and more drawn to him with every second spent in his presence.

“Shit’s cool. I can respect someone who’s disciplined and keeps in shape. I’ve seen a few of your games,” he let slip.

“You have?” I immediately picked it up, a shiver of anticipation running over my skin and setting my pores on fire. Fuyuhiko wasn’t on any of the teams I played for and his Ultimate talent had nothing to do with sports. He wasn’t the type to go watch a sports game for fun, and didn’t have the free time for it anyway.

My eyes widened slowly, and I’m sure he could see the moment I made the connection deep inside myself almost as soon as I’d made it.

That was the day I realized that Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu liked me back.

An obscene shade of red flooded onto his face and his nose scrunched up, his voice cracking as he spoke:

“Stop starin’ at me like that! The fuck’s wrong with you?!”

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astoldbysteph · 4 years

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We’ve all seen them. I’d like to say that they lurk in the shows, waiting to see which innocent character they’ll discriminate all in guise of ‘creative freedom’. But the thing is, these character don’t hide in the shadows, they’re out in the open, being lauded by people that care more about ships than protecting the people around them and ensuring everyone is comfortable, enabling harmful portrayals that I really believe should be a thing of the past.

In this tungle hell post, I’ll talk to you about sexist characters, and why we need to stop allowing them in your groups.

This post is specially dedicated to the admins such as the people that ran @elisabethisland, to the people that write sexist, assholish male characters, and those who happily write against them and have enabled them for years.

So, what is a sexist a character? At least from my experience, most of them have been cis, usually straight, men portrayed as big shots with jobs that give them massive amounts of power, although there is also a classist trend of playing roughnecks that don’t know any better and thus they treat women like objects. Things only get worse when people use faceclaims of color to play them, but that’s something for another day.

These characters are also usually portrayed as playboys, which is all fine and dandy since they’re hyper cool big shots that can do whatever they want, and while there is nothing wrong with portraying serial daters as long as you do it with respect, the problem with these dudes is that they use their status as a playboy to interact with a lot of female characters they end up demeaning.

That is something that needs to stop.

The rpc heavily shifts towards romantic ships, especially m/f pairs formed by cishet people so people tend to give writers who write misogynistic men since people that write cis dudes they can ship with are a very small minority. And, ugh, ignoring the problem behind people’s obsession with male chasing and playing their cishet girlies against every cis dude they encounter (because male chasing has a layer of transphobia that also should be called out), there is absolutely NOTHING that justifies writing men that are downright misogynistic and bigoted.

NO, you are NOT more mature than the rest of us because you think you’re shit shit since your character refers to women as sluts, whores, and whatever other names you can think of while treating them like they’re below him.

NO, portraying a man as a woman hating raging asshole is not something to be proud of, nor is it something to boast about, especially when you play him against characters that are subjected to be mistreated by him.

NO , telling you that you should not play men that are sexist and don’t respect women is not infringing your creative freedom. You are not writing 50 shades of grey fanfiction for yourself only, you are ROLEPLAYING. You are writing all while collaborating with someone that does not deserve to be exposed to male chauvinist that get off on mistreating women, especially since the majority of roleplayers are women and believe me, we see enough of that sexist shit on the daily so some of us would like to not also have to deal with the same short dick smegma smelling assholes we avoid irl on our dashes.

NO , you don’t have to make your male character an abuser or a bigot just because you are playing a villain. You can play an antagonistic character without incurring in flat out writing about them discriminating others and then putting it on the dash for everyone to see. Put a little more effort into your characterization and just don’t choose the easy way, because nowadays the easy way is just the way of the people that have no respect for others.

NO , just because you add trigger warning to your characters your actions are suddenly okay. I mention this because there is a very poignant example on what elisabethisland’s players did when people noticed that they had a group of men that were being downright disgusting towards the girls they were writing against, and admins happily approved of this behavior and even participated in it.

Before they deleted everything and erased all evidence, those gross players literally tagged their stuff with things like sexism and misogyny, only to follow up the triggers with tags were they expressed their annoyance over the people that “complained” and forced them to start tagging their shit.

And the sad thing is, they’re not the only people doing this. They weren’t the first to be doing this, and they sadly won’t be the last. But maybe we can try to change that?

If you play male characters, I urge you to think hard about their development, use this chance to play them as good men. Even if they’re not overly happy or have a lot of issues and even trauma, that doesn’t mean that they must act like total assholes that put down women as a hobby. There are so many ways to give your characters depth without making them horrible people. Please stop exposing people to horrid dudes that are one second away from hurting women. Stop normalizing these sort of portrayals or let’s take advantage of the fact that we re literally in control of what we are writing so if we want, we can use our writing for good.

And this goes to women writing them... Really guys, really? There is no excuse to continue perpetuating this sort of stereotypes and continue putting this kind of men out there. If we could (sort of) put a stop to people playin full blown racists, maybe y’all can rethink your actions and stop playing these assholes? LOVE YOURSELVES!

If you write against male characters, value yourself and your characters more and refuse to enable writers putting out disgusting portrayals of misogynistic men, especially if you’re thinking of doing it or have done it just to have a ship.

I personally believe that ships shouldn’t be the most important thing in roleplay, but I am not your boss so I can’t stop you from only wanting to roleplay your self inserts against male fcs you find attractive. BUT, what I can do is to implore you to at least think about changing your ways.

Listen, we’ve already established that you’re only here to play self inserts against hot dudes. Okay, cool. That means you have all the power so seriously, why in the world would you want to play a portrayal of yourself to interact with a raging, abusive asshole?

Come on guys, let’s not traumatize or retraumatize ourselves and at least try to encourage people to play the men we’d like to see and not the men that have hurt us for centuries.

#rpc #rpt #rph #steph helps #sexism tw #misogyny tw #wntta

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weirdlyhornyforegos · 4 years

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Googleplier x reader

@sororia04s: If I'm not too late (otherwise do ignore!) could I request a reader x Google (you can decide if squad XD) just showing reader how much better they are at pleasing them than any other weak human (maybe even convincing them to relinquish admin control?) ah i dunno just some real good Google lovin! Go crazy and hope ya have fun!

MINORS DNI! I was just gonna do the main Google, but then uhh..... Enjoy.

You don’t know how everything led to this situation exactly, and you’re not overwhelmed, but it’s a lot.

You think it started when you came home from another failed date and hookup, frustrated and angry about what an asshole your date turned out to be.

You had complained out loud to the Googles as you took your coat and shoes off, and one of them had said in a matter of fact tone of voice that it wasn’t hard to disappoint when you were human, and since they were robots, they were a lot better at everything. You snorted, not buying it at all.

You had merely comment that there was certain things you needed another human for. They had taken that as a challenge, and this is how you find yourself in the current situation.

On your knees on your bed, more or less surrounded by all four Googles. They all have their shirts on, but are naked from the waist down.

At least this way you differentiate between them all.

Green is standing right in front of you, coaxing your mouth open with his thumb, sliding his cock in as you open up for him. Red is on your left, grasping your hand and moving it to his cock. Yellow is on your right, kneeling next to you, hand moving along your stomach and chest, occasionally pinching a nipple. Blue is behind you, slowly starting to work you open with lubed fingers.

It’s a lot, and you can’t really concentrate on any specific feelings or sensations, your attention being dragged in multiple directions. You try to suck Green off as well as you can, at the same time jerking off Red, and pushing back on Blue’s fingers. Yellow pinches a nipple before sliding down to brush against you. You moan around Green’s cock, causing his hips to snap up against your face.

You almost choke on his cock, but Green pulls back enough so you can gather yourself and get back to sucking him off properly.

It’s not long before lubed fingers are replaced with a lubed cock, pressing against your hole. You draw in a sharp breath as it slowly slides into you, not stopping to give you a let you adjust, instead you’re moved up and down Blue’s cock by his hands on your hips.

It gets difficult trying to focus on sucking off Green and jerking off Red at the same time, so you let your mouth go slack around Green’s cock as you look up at him. Green understands, and starts fucking into your mouth, one of his hands finding its way to your hair. Yellow groans at the sight as you try to jerk off Red as best as you can. Yellow’s hand is still on you, and it speeds up.

All the sensations and noises, and everything happening, is pushing you quickly towards an orgasm. You can tell it’s going to be intense by the way your legs starts shaking way before the orgasms even fully hits, and then you’re coming, hard.

You can’t keep up any form of coordination, letting go of Red’s cock to grasp at Green’s thighs, moaning as good as you can with your mouth still being used.

Yellow’s hand moves off you, and just seconds later you can hear the unmissable sound of someone jerking off. You glance over at Yellow, and then Red from where you’re holding on for dear life to Green’s thighs as he and Blue fucks you.

They both have their hands on their cocks, and you groan as Green tugs at your hair to get your attention back to him. He stops fucking your mouth, his fingers sliding along your lips where they’re stretched around him.

“I’m going to fill your mouth, and then Blue is going to fill your hole. After that Yellow and Red will do the same. Understood?” You nod, mouth still full, and he grins, starting to fuck into your mouth again. Blue never stopped fucking you, but something he does makes you see stars, making another orgasm fast approaching.

You come as Green fills your mouth, Blue doing the same to your hole. Green is early silent when he comes, only a single grunt as he spills down your throat. Blue is more vocal, although not by much, as he comes inside you, grunting as his hips stills with his cock emptying inside of you.

They both pull out of you, quickly replaced with Yellow’s cock pressing into your hole and Red’s cock sliding into your mouth. You moan as they start fucking into you, their pace making clear that they’re both close.

You hear something click from somewhere, and then Yellow’s cock is vibrating inside of you.

You scream, so sensitive from your two orgasms, but it feels so good. You’re muffled by Red’s cock fucking into your mouth, but the vibrations of your voice must feel good, as with a few pumps of his hips he’s coming.

He pulls out, some of his come leaking out from the corner of your mouth. He catches it with his thumb, pressing the finger into your mouth, making you suck on it as Yellow keeps fucking you with his still vibrating cock.

“Fuck! I-I’m!” You can’t even get anything coherent out of your mouth, you hear one of the chuckle as you’re pushed over the edge for a third time that night.

Yellow follows closely behind, his cock stopping vibrating as he stills inside as he comes. He pulls out with a groan and you almost face plant onto the mattress when you’re not hold up anymore, but manage to twist yourself so you land on your side.

Turning over onto your back, you put an arm over your eyes, not wanting to see of smug they probably all look with how fucked out you feel, and most likely look as well.

“Are you sure you need a human still?” You’re not even sure who’s asking, the huff you let out is almost a laugh.

“No, fuck, I... Give me a few minutes.”

#googleplier #googlplier x reader #googleplier fanfiction #googleplier fic #google fic #google fanfiction #lemon #reader insert #my writing

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fullmetalscullyy · 4 years

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if you’re taking prompts,,, could we get a jealous!roy and oblivious!riza where they end up being super soft together after an argument 🥺

always, friend! and thank you so much!! 💖🥺 i appreciate you sending in a prompt!! hope you enjoy 💕

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“He can be such an ass.”

Rebecca Catalina, who was often in agreement with such a sentiment towards the reason for Riza’s ire that night, was taken aback momentarily by the harshness of the statement. It was not common for Riza to feel this way towards the Colonel. In fact, it was extremely rare. This was the first time she’d ever voiced such an opinion.

“What did he do this time?” Rebecca snorted, lifting her glass to her lips to take a sip of her wine. Resettling herself on her couch, she tucked her feet underneath her body and hooked her elbow over the back of the couch, taking the time to observe Riza’s body language.

The grip Riza had on her wine glass was not gentle. The tips of her fingers had turned white with tension. Her spine was straight and she hadn’t relaxed back against the cushion behind her, the tension in her shoulders still present from upon her arrival. She’d opted to remain facing straight ahead, rather than towards Rebecca, like they normally did of an evening. There was a tiny crease in between Riza’s eyebrows, drawing them downwards as she stared at Rebecca’s coffee table like its very presence offended her.

Rebecca had taken one look at her friend and known something was off. After a few glasses of wine, she’d vowed she’d get it out of Riza, but Rebecca had only taken two sips of alcohol before voicing her irritation. It wasn’t exactly difficult either to figure out who had made her so annoyed, but the fact Riza’s reply had been so heated left Rebecca instantly intrigued.

In response to Rebecca’s question, Riza was silent. Her frown deepened and her lips pursed in displeasure, clearly remembering her last interaction with Mustang.

“Said something stupid,” she muttered darkly.

“Isn’t that every time he opens his mouth?”

Riza shot her a warning look. Rebecca shrugged, uncaring at her jab. She had to get them in somewhere. Still, she was here to support her friend. Only one would do for tonight. Silently, her hands lifted in surrender, motioning for Riza to continue.

“He was spouting off that he didn’t want me to work with that new Lieutenant in Admin. Such bullshit,” she added with such a ferocity it made Rebecca laugh quietly to herself.

“It is bullshit. But…” A mischievous thought overtook Rebecca, and it was too good to pass up. “I can see why,” she offered, not wishing to elaborate further until Riza asked her about it.

“All right,” Riza announced. “I’ll bite. Why?”

“Second Lieutenant Wellwood is a good-looking man,” Rebecca replied casually. “I can see why Mustang wouldn’t want you working with him.”

“What?”

Poor Riza looked so confused. Rebecca resisted the urge to role her eyes at her friend’s inability to see the forest for the trees.

“Well, think about it,” she prompted. “Why wouldn’t he want you working with Wellwood?”

“There’s no problem with it. It’s an insult that he even brought it up,” Riza explained, her frown returning. “I can’t work with him,” she muttered to herself before scoffing in disgust. “He tried to remove me from Admin too to another task when I’m more than capable of carrying it out. Asshole.”

“I think there’s more to it than that.” Rebecca was trying to steer her away from the anger towards what Rebecca believed was the root of the problem. That Mustang liked Riza. He was probably in love with her, after all Rebecca had deducted over the years. Seeing their interactions, the way they just knew what the other was going to do, it made Rebecca squint at them, critiquing every movement as she wondered about the story behind them. When a hunk like Wellwood came along, all six foot two of him with his tanned skin and copper hair, a man like Mustang would get jealous if they were removing Riza’s attention from him.

“Like what?”

Rebecca sighed in frustration at how oblivious she was.

“Mustang would do anything for you, Riza. You know that, right?”

Riza blinked at Rebecca, stating that in fact, no, she didn’t know that. Rebecca coughed quietly as Riza looked down at her wine glass, a dusting of pink appearing over her nose.

“It still didn’t give him the right,” she muttered.

“No, I agree with you there. It didn’t. But…” Rebecca cocked her head. “I can’t put this subtly and also, it’s so blatantly obvious to me that it pains me to see you so unaware, so I’m just going to come out and say it. The fool is in love with you, Riza.”

Her head snapped up, instantly alarmed.

“I mean it,” Rebecca continued, “he really is. He’s like a lost puppy when you’re not around. And you’re both practically joined at the hip. Wellwood is a good-looking dude. No wonder he wouldn’t want someone to potentially steal your attention and affection away.”

After Rebecca had spelled it out for her, a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. It had felt like she’d needed to voice that thought for too long.

Riza’s mouth opened and closed a few times, no sound leaving her. It caused Rebecca’s eyebrows to shoot up as she witnessed it, never expecting to render her friend, Riza Hawkeye, so speechless. Her amusement slowly spread across her face, widening her lips into a large grin.

“You didn’t know?”

“I –” Riza’s mouth snapped shut.

“Oh my God,” Rebecca cackled, leaning back against the cushions. It was the funniest thing she’d ever heard. How could Riza not know? It was so obvious!

“Becca.” Riza tried to snap her warning, but it was weak in comparison to what it usually was. It was closer to a plea than a warning.

“That’s too funny,” Rebecca cried, trying to calm herself.

“Becca, stop.”

“No one’s going to overhear,” Rebecca waved off her concern.

“No, it’s not that –” Riza’s eyes closed and she took a deep breath. The skin of her cheeks had almost returned to their normal colour, but her neck was still flushed. “I know.”

Rebecca’s quiet laughter was cut off quickly. She bolted upright, staring at her friend with disbelief as the wine sloshed around the glass. Leaning forward, she strained to hear her friend. “Wait, you know? Know what?”

Sighing in frustration, Riza looked up towards the ceiling for a brief second. “I know about his feelings towards me,” she admitted so quietly, Rebecca had to strain further forward. “And he knows mine.”

Now, it was Rebecca who was left blinking at her friend, mouth hanging open. “What?”

“We know,” Riza stressed, not offering Rebecca much more than that.

A few more moments of silence passed.

“Wait, when? How? Where?”

“Years ago.” Riza’s eyes were cast down, staring at her almost untouched wine.

“Damn.”

Riza snorted softly at Rebecca’s reaction, shaking her head.

“So… He’s jealous then?”

Riza had arrived at the same conclusion Rebecca had, although much earlier. When Rebecca thought Riza wasn’t aware of Mustang’s feelings towards her, that was when Riza realised that not all was as it seemed. It was Rebecca who’d gotten the wrong end of the stick. They’d only argued earlier because he was jealous, and Riza hadn’t realised or considered that until just then.

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” Riza agreed glumly.

“I mean, it doesn’t excuse, but I guess it does explain Mustang’s behaviour. Especially with the way Wellwood looks at you sometimes.”

“Wait, how does Wellwood look at me?” Riza was horrified.

Rebecca rolled her eyes. “You are oblivious to everything,” she complained.

“No I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. And it makes sense if Roy experiences that in regard to you. Especially if it what happened between you two occurred years ago – Wait, you need to fill me in on this.” Rebecca interrupted herself, pointing a warning finger at Riza. “We’re not going any further with this tonight until I get the full story.”

A small smile appeared on Riza’s lips. “All right,” she nodded, lifting her glass to finally take a drink.

* * *

“Hi.”

The voice was quiet, speaking into the tension of the room. Roy was on edge, testing out her mood to see if they’d be having another argument or if they would be speaking on calmer terms. Still, he’d reached out and made the first move. A sign that he way be ready to discuss things like adults.

Riza closed her apartment door softly, hearing the lock slide closed for the night.

“You’re still here?” That was neutral ground.

“Of course.”

Okay, so maybe not so neutral ground. Especially when he voiced it so simply, as if it were the most obvious and natural thing in the world. There was a hint of hurt laced in his tone, his throat catching at the tail end of the sentence.

Even with the alcohol leaving her buzzed, Riza made a good choice not to speak her mind so freely. She decided not to tell him that she’d expected him to leave after their stupid argument.

Mustang would do anything for you, Riza. She shook the memory of Rebecca’s words from her mind. But it didn’t work. Another popped into her head. So… He’s jealous then? It was a hard concept to grasp. Roy owned her heart completely and had done so for years. She expected them both to be passed things like that. She and Lieutenant Wellwood had only shared civil conversation prior to her and Roy’s argument. There were no grounds for Roy’s jealousy. However, like Rebecca said, perhaps she’d been completely oblivious.

“How was your night?”

He’d waited for her to come home. He could use the excuse that he was dog sitting Hayate, but the pup could be left on his own for a few hours by himself. Riza preferred Hayate was never alone but sometimes it had to happen. It didn’t help that the only reason she’d left was because of their argument. She’d sought out Rebecca in the aftermath of their heated discussion, leaving Roy to cool off and calm down before she spoke to him again.

“Fine.” She turned and walked into her apartment, shrugging the strap of her purse off her shoulder.

“How was the walk home?”

Riza caught Roy’s eye, noticing how he was anxious. Normally, if she were out, he’d call and ask if she wanted a ride home or company on her walk. He seemed surprised she was back so soon, but after Rebecca’s jealousy comment, all Riza’s anger had fizzled out of her. They needed to talk as soon as possible. After an abridged tale of their history, Rebecca had let her leave.

“It was all right,” Riza replied, placating his worries. Despite the fact she carried a loaded gun on her person at all times, he still fretted. Because he loves you. Sighing one last time, Riza placed her purse on the coffee table and took a seat on the couch next to him.

“I’m sorry for saying what I said,” Roy started, gearing up for a big apology. “I didn’t mean to insinuate anything or accuse –”

“Roy, it’s fine,” she reassured softly.

The fight left him, lowering his shoulders and relaxing the muscles of his face. He eyed her for a second longer before nodding once, dropping his gaze to his lap.

“I talked it through with Rebecca.”

“I can imagine the slander,” he jested, the corners of his lips tugging upwards, but not quite making it to a smile.

Riza chuckled, patting his knee. “There wasn’t a lot.”

“Really?” He sounded genuinely surprised.

Shaking her head Riza shrugged out of her jacket and lay it atop her purse on the table.

“Sorry for making you angry, too,” Roy added sheepishly. “I was an idiot.”

“You were… But jealousy doesn’t always play a fair game either.”

Roy nodded silently, swallowing thickly. “I was jealous. It’s so stupid,” he scoffed.

“And I didn’t realise,” Riza countered. “Rebecca called me oblivious.”

“You had no idea?”

“None,” Riza confirmed. “But, I won’t be kept away from doing my job, Roy.”

“No, I know that. It’s just…” A quiet strangled sound left his throat. “Never mind,” he muttered, glancing away.

“What?”

“It’s nothing, honestly.”

“It’s clearly something.” Riza dipped her head to try and catch his eye. At the same time, she reached out, grasping his hand tightly and giving it a squeeze. “What is it?” Her prompt was gentle, coaxing him to voice his thoughts. They would achieve nothing if they weren’t open and honest with one another.

His gaze turned hard, his jaw setting as it clenched. “I overheard him talking about you with some of the other officers.” His head turned, making direct contact with her. “It wasn’t innocent.”

Riza’s expression turned into one of distaste. “I see.”

“It pissed me off. So…” A heavy breath left him, his chest rising and falling significantly. “I kind of lost it. And while I might have been jealous, I was also pissed at him. It was way out of line for me to demand you not to see him, and for that, I apologise. That’s not the kind of person I want to be either.”

Taking in his expression, Riza saw his clear regret. It had been out of character for him. Roy was not possessive, but he was protective and certainly more prone to emotional decisions than her. Especially when it came to her. She could understand where he was coming from but was pleased to hear his apology as well.

“It was out of line for that demand,” Riza agreed, “but I can understand your reasons.” Pulling away, she rolled her shoulders and straightened her spine. “Besides, my weapon won’t be far from my side when working with Wellwood. I can certainly shoot him if he tries anything.”

Roy snorted, shaking his head fondly.

“I’ll keep an eye on him. Thank you for telling me about his behaviour.”

“Sorry my behaviour started an unnecessary argument and drove you off.”

“You didn’t drive me off. I’m here, aren’t I?”

“You are.” Roy smiled the first full smile that evening, and it warmed her heart to see. “But I still kind of did.”

“Like you, I was pissed. And my weapon was very close by you,” she smiled wryly, “I thought it was best to leave.”

Roy chuckled. “I wouldn’t doubt you’d shoot me for being so foolish. It would be what I deserved, anyway,” he muttered to himself.

“All is forgiven.”

Riza leaned towards him slowly, tilting her head so that it could rest against his. Roy met her halfway and her eyes fluttered closed as they gently made contact. Strands of his hair kissed the skin of her forehead, tickling her. Air puffed upwards, out of her mouth as she tried to shift it.

“Sorry.” Roy’s shoulders shook with his amusement. A deep laugh rumbled inside his chest.

“You need a haircut.”

“What? You don’t like this boyish look?”

“Not when it tickles me.”

“That’s fair enough.”

Her stomach dropped for the briefest of seconds as he pulled away from her, but her fears were eased when she felt his lips press against her scalp. Eyes that had popped open in worry softened and fluttered closed under his affection.

“I love you.” The words were quiet and murmured, his breath shifting her hair with a gentle force. “Thank you for putting up with me.”

“You’re worth it,” Riza countered immediately and sincerely. She glanced up at him, seeing the adoration in his eyes and the small smirk on his face. “Love you too, Roy.”

They joined together, after a tumultuous start to their evening, their lips pressing softly together. His touch was tender as he grasped her chin with his thumb and forefinger. Her hand sought out his free one, gripping into it tightly, anchoring herself to him. Her heartbeat steadied and evened out, basking in the love he was showering over her. All her muscles finally relaxed now that she was home, next to him.

#royai #royai fic #royai fanfic #royai oneshot #megthemighty #ask #emma writes #fic request

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archetypal-archivist · 3 years

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My Beloved, Penis

Fuck it. I was infected by Penis SMP by @demonboyhalo reblogging a bunch of it and the lack of consistent lore bugged me, so I somehow banged out 2000+ words of fanfic about the Penis SMP and how it got started. Lots of internet humor and classic MInecraft shenanigans in this one folks. *slaps roof* This baby can fit so much crack treated seriously, lol. This is also up on my AO3, Zazibine, if you would prefer to read it there.

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It was never supposed to get so big. It was just an SMP with a couple friends of his he had met from the Hypixel discord server, where he had logged on simply to trash talk the absolute asshole who had dared to kill him last minute in bedwars, only to stumble upon said asshole- going under the name shittyfartbaby69 of all things- complaining to his girlfriend(?) Milfboss in the voice chat. Thirty minutes later of awkward hellos and the manliest of bitching at each other (with Milf chiming in every once in a while to roast them both), and PenisUnavailable had perhaps his first Minecraft friend in, like, forever.

Then Admiral_Anus had entered chat, bitching about his competitor in ABBA Mining and his bullshit bad luck and the whole process repeated. By the end of the day, Penis had three new friends, a private discord server for the four of them, and a promise to meet up with them in Hypixel next Sunday for the ultimate round of bedwars.

The game went spectacularly. Somehow, Admiral had some of the best bridging skills any of them had ever seen, and between Milfboss' terrifying Scottish screaming and pvp and Shitty with his clutch TNT skills, the three of them almost made up for Penis' awful depth perception. They still lost around forty percent of their games, but that was certainly better than Penis' own abysmal record, not helped with his habit of walking off the edge at inconvenient times.

And it was... fun. Usually bedwars was just him playing in his bedroom alone for an hour before he rage-quit and went back to survival for a bit before he died to fall damage and rage quit that too. But shittyfartbaby69 would crack dirty jokes that he'd never even heard of before, and Milfboss would roast him for looking it up on reddit and Shitty would cuss her out as he tried to prove that no, he was being original- all while Admiral would comment of them as if they were a sideshow display. Then Admiral_Anus would turn around and knock an enemy player off their island with some clever pvp and they would all hoot and holler and swear for a while before going back to their conversation, joking about forgetting the topic and starting up a running gag about something new.

And their accents, mmm. PenisUnavailable would never say it, but he really was as American as white Wonder bread and Milfboss' Scottish brogue, Admiral's smooth British snark, and Shitty's shrieking in Australian, well. Ear candy, you know? Even if he teased them mercilessly for pronouncing shit wrong, like "buhguhr". Ppffttt, it still cracked him up how Milfboss had threatened to murder him after the dictionary app on his phone had proved him right that it was actually "Bur-gur", even if Admiral kept insisting it was pronounced "bruh-girl".

Four hours and twenty-eight wins later, they had agreed to meet up the next day to play again, preferably at an hour that wasn't two am for Shitty again. (It was two am for Shitty again, although that was because they played for six that time.) Eventually, it just became a regular thing, them playing bedwars and competing at ABBA Caving- the one game Penis was unnaturally good at, much to Admiral's annoyance- to the point where they ran out of funny jokes about their competitors and the game itself and started talking personal anecdotes.

Milfboss owned a motorcycle. Admiral, entirely independently, also owned a motorcycle, as that was the only vehicle of reasonable speed and style that could actually handle the London traffic. Shitty couldn't drive at all, something about never passing his driving test. Admiral ate cheese at breakfast. Shitty liked to burn his garbage in a metal oil drum in his backyard. Milfboss posted herself singing covers of shit over on Youtube. And it wasn't just real life stuff either- their minecraft skills were also on the table for them all to collectively roast.

Admiral had never seen a single Minecraft Championship. Milfboss thought a flat cobblestone roof was entirely acceptable. Shitty's favorite block was the flint and steel. (That's not a block, sixty-niner. Shut up, is too. OoOh, real clever, 'shut up'! Uh, how about no? How about I fuckin' make you, ever think 'a that? No nono nonono, I'm on two hearts! I'm on two hearts, stop!) It made him curious, honestly. He wanted to see Milf's builds for himself, get revenge on Shitty, see if Admiral really could beat the Ender Dragon with a knockback stick like he said he could.

So he made a minecraft server. And they all joined it. (And stuck PenisUnavailable with the bill, suckaaahhh~!)

Predictably, it all went to Hell in a hand basket pretty quick.

See, it's one thing to play with nutters like his friends in a structured set up like Hypixel games, it's quite another to try and keep a semblance of order in an open world survival server like the Penis SMP. The first five minutes had been him trying to explain the rules and teleporting everyone back to spawn over and over as they tried to "escape the cops," ie, him. The next five minutes was Shitty scream-laughing "scatter!" and other John Mulany references down the mic as everyone ran off to start their houses. Penis, as he was still "god" at that moment, used admin commands to find the closest flower field biome to settle into, hoping for some- ha- peace and quiet.

Shitty, inevitably, ended up trying to settle in the fucking Nether. Like a mad lad, you know, as you do when you are apparently obsessed with all things lava. Milfboss ended up making an oak plank box of a "tree house" in a dark oak forest, while Admiral_Anus picked a nearby swamp for his starter base. Outside of that, they just kinda vibed in discord as they tried to fend off the mobs and get enough resources to try and build up houses that were a bit more than cobblestone towers and wood boxes- er, mostly. Milf kinda just fucked off to go mining, found a skeleton spawner by chance, and made a set of iron gear to stand in the dungeon room with to just chill and kill mobs for a while. She ended up with something like 45 levels and burned her only diamond on an enchanting table so she could buff the Hell out of her iron weapons and armor.

Penis, rather typically, he though to himself, put together a basic sheep farm and started work on a cute little cobblestone cave base. He managed to get a whole twenty by twenty block room done and fully furnished before he noticed the chat full of Shitty's death messages and went to go investigate. After nearly dying in lava twice, he managed to find Shitty's pile of items floating on a basalt pillar about a hundred blocks out from his... base?

It was a soccer ball. Shitty's base was a perfect fucking spherical soccer ball made up of quartz blocks and basalt. Just. What. The Fuck??? Then out popped shittyfartbaby69 and it was PenisUnavailable's turn to misjudge a jump and plummet right into lava. Fifteen minutes and much shrieking later about losing his diamond pick, and it turns out that Shitty didn't really care about his lost items, as he really only had four gold picks, a stack of dark oak, two furnaces, a bucket, and thirteen cooked mutton to his name. Not even a bed, the fucker. He just ran back to his portal from spawn every time he just burned to death, taking the chance to gather resources on the way back each time.

And no, he wasn't following a tutorial for his "football" base. Jerk. (Although Penis did have to admire his determination...)

The day ended on Milfboss, Shitty, and Penis reconvening back at spawn to try and hunt down Admiral_Anus, who they found later having built a thirty block tall castle of all things. Out of cobble stone and the windows weren't quite even, but still, it was pretty impressive. And of course, when presented with a castle, what can what do but siege it? So they lay siege to the castle and Milfboss curb-stomped Admiral in pvp and laid claim to the throne, crowning herself queen before summarily throwing the rest of them out. It was a good day.

And the day after was a good day. They played dodge ball crossed with hide and seek in forest around Penis' house with arrows supplied by Milfboss. And the day after that, too, where they had a building competition using nothing but cobble stone, specifically to spite Milfboss, who had kicked all of their asses the day before. In fact, three wonderful weeks passed of doing normal Minecraft shit and being friends passed by, and every bit of it was great fun.

And then came the fucking role play.

PenisUnavailable would have liked to preface that with he only participated under duress, but really, Milfboss had been queen for too long and nobody wanted to risk TNT cannoning any of Shitty's nice builds, so. Well, the castle was better than his drafty cave, alright? It was cold and wet and didn't have a proper door because aesthetic (and because it usually took him several tries to work an iron pressure plate door), so there were far too many mobs wandering in at night and spawn camping him. He and Shitty had almost the same number of deaths and Shitty lived in the fucking Nether.

So yeah. Castle time, baby! Daddy needs a new home! And Admiral obviously wasn't happy living out of Milf's awful tree house hot box where they all did drugs together on day fifteen and it still smelled of burnt wheat seeds, aka "weed." It was only obvious that they teamed up to try and take back the castle.

The battle itself didn't exactly go great, but it wasn't exactly horrible either. A lot of shouting shit at each other for fifteen minutes, the majority of which he wouldn't remember until it was too late- something about server unity?- only to find out that it wasn't two on one girl boss, it was two on a girl boss and her "baked out of his mind" henchman, also known as Shitty in a squirrel furry skin.

The ears man. Those stupid (cute) ears.

And then they were running for their lives because Milf had somehow gotten her hands on a flame bow with infinity enchants.

It all culminated in a dramatic stand-off in front of Shitty's Nether Soccer ball, Milf on one side, diamond axe in hand, not a bit of armor on because of an unfortunate run in with lava, Penis and Admiral on the other, picks in hand, threatening to tear down shittyfartbaby69's base. Shitty wasn't online just then to comment, but they could all hear him click-clacking away on his keyboard so he obviously hadn't gone to sleep just yet like he said he had. At an impasse, and unable to justify letting her teammate's home be used as collateral, Milfboss stood down and gave up her "crown," an enchanted golden Prot IV helmet she had gotten off a skeleton from her spawner.

Then the great betrayal, the beginning of the end. Shitty came back online. 96-Cam joined the game, not that they noticed in the chaos. Admiral-Anus cackled wildly and PMed Milfboss the message that Shitty had sent him, giving Team Gay Sex permission to tear down his base in the name of winning the war if it came down to it- making Milf's sacrifice worthless in the end. Penis gave another dramatic speech, circling around Shitty, who was acting weirdly apologetic to Milf about betraying her and still wearing that fucking squirrel furry skin.

"You see Milf, there's one thing more powerful than a girl boss, and when it comes down to wars between kingdoms, there's something you need to remember!" Penis got out his golden ax, helpfully labeled 'Piss Off'. "And that's a dilf with something to lose!" An enderpearl in his off hand and he teleported behind Milf, catching on fire from the lava but still landing the last hit needed to finish her off. She puffed into a cloud of EXP, swearing up a storm, and then Admiral and Penis turned their gaze to the cheering Shitty.

"AAAAAYYY, LET'S GO DADDY!" the squirrel man screeched, wild laughter shorting out the discord voice chat, making him go quiet in patches when the volume overloaded the client. Behind him, Admiral quietly started building a chair out of birch fence posts and slabs.

"Not so fast, shit-ty-fart-baaaaa-byyyyy~, this isn't quite over yet!" Penis fucking chirped, barely holding back his laughter. "You're still a fucking traitor and we can't have you backstabbing us too. Get in the chair for Daddy, okay baby?"

Admiral finished the chair just in time for Shitty to turn around and see the completed monstrosity, shrieking dying off immediately. "Oh screw you, that's just mean. The Hell man? That's not a chair, that's illegal. If you want an electric chair or some shit, just ask. That's just sad." Mentally shrugging, Admiral lit up his work with a flint and steel while Penis pillared up above where Shitty was building an electric chair out of iron bars and trap doors. Admiral nudged Shitty into the chair, Penis dumped a bucket of lava over the edge of the pillar so it flowed over him, and Shitty started giving a soliloquy about how betrayal and how his love for his "Daddy" still "burned strong".

Like his dick. Apparently.

By the time the lava finally hit the floor and burned Shitty to death, Penis was crying with laughter, shrieking down the mike and banging on the desk hard enough to make him forget that his was still on the mouse, making him mine the block under him with the bucket and sending him hurtling to his fiery death too.

It was a good day... almost.

Because, as it turned out, shittyfartbaby69 was actually a tiktokker of some renown and his cam account had record everything. And he had uploaded the bit to tiktok, as you do, where it went viral, where it wasn't supposed to. And Milfboss, who had recently been uploading covers of herself singing old classic Minecraft songs, had attracted the Minecraft fandom kids to her twitter, where she had gone to post her rage about the events of her dethroning and Shitty's execution.

Penis SMP had gotten on. Fucking. Trending. And now everyone was demanding the full clip, their names, their Twitch streamer handles, their characters' backstories.

The masses wanted lore.

Penis watched in disbelief, head in his hands and mouth agape as sugar crash played over a clip of him killing Milf on loop.

They were making memes.

...Oh god. They were screwed.

#penismp #penis smp #fanfiction #minecraft #my writing #crack #crack treated seriously #also on ao3 #penisunavailable #milfboss #shittyfartbaby69 #admiral_anus

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todoshotoki · 4 years

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➽───────❥ INTUITION ; CHAPTER TWO

katsuki bakugo x reader

word count: 1399

taglist: @00ashpop00

it seemed like you were the last one to enter the classroom. everyone had already begin to mingle and you defaulted to sitting toward the back where you hopefully wouldn’t be met with your intuition nagging you again.

you chose the seat in the second to back row toward the window. as you made your way there, you look up and see half and half. the one guy that had blown the recommendations entrance exam out of the water.

you were about to sit down when you heard it.

“sitting here won’t make a difference, the red headed kid will still try to talk to you,” you look up to the guy you knew it was talking about.

his hair was spiked up, probably having to do with his quirk. his eyes were wide and his grin was annoyingly addictive with sharp teeth to match. he went off yapping to one of his classmates next to you when he met your gaze. you turned it away immediately as he noticed and took your seat.

in front of you, broccoli boy was getting bullied by the red eyed blonde. the blonde had some sort of object in his hand-

“it’s going to hit you.”

it’s gonna wha-

there you had it the first day of school and shit was already being thrown at you. you didn’t even have time to get out of the shitty cramped desk when it hit you square in the forehead.

broccoli boy looked back at you in horror. “i am so sorry! please, forgive kaachan for being so rude!”

you shot up, slamming your hands on the table. “hey!” you barked at the blonde, steering clear of the now gawking blonde. “you think you can throw shit and get away with it, huh?” you snarl getting in the blonde’s face.

there was not one person in the classroom that wasn’t looking your direction. “you talking to me short-stack?” he rumbles back, clicking his tongue. “hell yeah, i am!” you cock your head to the side.

some guy in glasses had started to go off on the two of you, waving his right hand up and down as if he was directing traffic. “you, braindead blonde, i swear you want to get it! all i wanted to do is mind my own business but you’ve got to act like your the kind of the castle, huh?”

“fuck you call me? i’ll blast you to hell!”

you were going to bite back but your intuition per usual kicked in.

“falling in love with bakugo katsuki, isnt worth it. one of you will die in the end.” a quiet "what the fuck..." left your lips as you backed away. bakugo looked back at you in sheer confusion as he saw your eyes shrink from fear.

"you're not scared of me, are you?" he scoffs.

"not a bit... just you wait." you grit your teeth, shaking your head. you felt panic rise through your body. this guy? fall in love with this guy? that intuition definitely didn't have the odds in its favor. it was pulled straight out of its ass. it had to be bullshit.

"alright, alright, settle down before i have to myself," a voice droned as he entered the classroom. the teacher had finally arrived.

you had never seen such an unprofessional appearance in your life. this mop was going to be your homeroom teacher?

“the names, aizawa. i’m not going to waste any time now. i was already late as it is.” he then rummages under his desk and pulls out a huge bin of clothing. “when i call your name, please come up here and take your gym uniforms, we’ll be taking a quirk apprehension test.”

this caused a murmur to stir around the class, groans and moans of protests but aizawa merely just waved them off.

you kept to yourself as everyone just continued to complain, putting in one of your earbuds in one of your ears. “hey!” someone pokes you from the side. at first you just ignored them, how could someone want to talk to you after the exchange you shared with the other boy.

it was merely just so you would push away others. you were an asshole. you didn’t need these people in your way.

“hey, i know you can hear me!” you groan and look up toward the spiky red headed boy. “what?” you roll your eyes at him. he outstretched his hand to you. “i’m kirishima, what’s your name?” his smile- why was he smiling so wildly?

you stretched your hand out hesitantly, it was a matter of time for your quirk to tell you how useless it was to make friends but nothing happened.

you held onto his hand for an awkwardly longer time, staring at it the connection between you two. “(l/n),” you finally said. “(l/n), huh? what’s your quirk, you seem like a power type, am i right?”

you shook your head, “i have a more mental quirk. i can predict the future 99% of time time through a voice in my head.” you scratched the back of your neck. you felt so cramped up and stuff talking to him. “wow, that’s so cool! i’ve never met someone with such a unique quirk!” he was practically beaming and you had to squint your eyes a bit from the amount of bright light coming of this guy.

“how about you?” your voice cracks slightly making you cringe.

“hardening-“ he then raises his hand and it turns into almost stone, “it’s not as cool as your’s-“

“eijirou kirishima,” aizawa curs him off, calling him to the front. “sorry, got to cut this short. i’ll talk to you later, (l/n).”

you say there with your mouth slightly agape.

what the fuck just happened???

you were called up soon enough and the quirk apprehension gets started. as you were pulling your gym shirt over your head, you heard it.

“you’re not going to do well in the test,”

a fucking gain.

maybe this prediction was wrong. it had pulled that other prediction before that sounded almost unreal. maybe you could even evade the future? you had never done it before but there’s always a way.

but if you said that you got a good score was a complete lie.

“i got eighteenth...,” you whisper to yourself. i didn’t even scathe the top 15. this test was oriented completely toward physical quirks. “don’t worry, (l/n), you’ll do better next time. i believe in you!” kirishima says to you patting you on the back. “easy for you to say, you got in eighth place,” you murmured.

“all bark, no bite,” he grumbles behind you. “oh, shut up. you’re so full of yourself. i didn’t even use my quirk.” you snarl, restraining yourself from absolutely folding his ass and getting expelled.

“i expected better from someone who made it here with recommendations, (l/n),” aizawa says while passing by you which made bakugo laugh even harder. “you got in with reccomendations? and did that? are you kidding!”

“so what i wasn’t gifted with a physical quirk like you! you have no idea what my potential is! you’ll see when the festival comes around, you’ll get your ass handed!” you blurt out which you almost wish you didn’t. his face shifted almost immediately which made you hold back a frightened reaction.

“i’ll hold you to that,”

...

“a support item?” you repeat what isayama says. she nods. “your teacher, mr. aizawa also uses a support item. you have the assets for good combat but you just need that extra push so the admin is trying to work with you.”

you had been separated from the class and were put in a private training with isayama. the principal had given it the okay and since she had a teaching license you would pass with valid credits.

“i don’t even know why i got here if i’ll keep failing! i’m at the low end of the class.” you slump against the wall and hold your head in your hands.

“you need to stop comparing yourself to others. you’ll catch up eventually and there’s not way you won’t.” she knelt by you, “you’re quirk isn’t at it’s full potential yet. you’re only half way there. just try to think of your quirk as a part of you not as a separate entity.”

CHAPTER INDEX

#boku no academia #boku no hero fanfic #my hero academia #bnha angst #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugou #bnha kirishima #mha bakugo katsuki #mha bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou #bakugo #bnha bakugō #bakugou x reader #mha #bnha

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pledis-17-trash · 5 years

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BTS Scenario - reader who hides emotions

Hi sweetie, I sincerely apologise for not posting this sooner, although I promised I would...honestly with all the final exams and stuff, this was quite the challenge for me and I hope I was able to deliver what you have requested. (I really, really hope you like it!)

Happy holidays! :3

Pairing - BTS x reader

Warnings - none ; it might be too long hahaha

Admin - _Maggie_

Kim Seokjin

“(Y/N)? You okay?” Jin asked, seeing you stare blankly at the phone in your hands. “(Y/N)?” he called again and you blinked, waving your head before you looked up at him. “Yes, why?” You asked, fake smile plastered on your face and Jin chewed onto his bottom lip. “You have been staring at your phone for quite some time now..” you watched how he approached you, not moving. “what did you see there?” he took your phone and unlocked it.

“Have you seen the bitch Seokjin is dating? Oh My God, she is so ugly and I bet she is with him for money and fame.”

He looked up, your face still having the fake smile he hated. “Why are you reading that?” you did not answer. “(Y/N), how many times have I told you to not read that shit?” he asked, his tone rising but you did not waver. “It does not bother me at all.” You responded, your face emotionless and you got up to leave the room. “(Y/N)-" Jin caught your hand, stopping you.

“You are hurting me Jin.” You told him, looking him in the eyes. “Why do you keep on reading that shit? I told you several times to stop.” He waited for your answer which did not come. “(Y/N)!” he growled “ANSWER ME!” he yelled and you flinched. “Let go of me.” “NOT UNTIL YOU ANSWER ME.” You stared blankly at him, his grip tightening around your wrist.

“You know what? Forget it. I am not going to bother, you don’t want to tell me what bothers you and how you feel? Fine, keep on hiding everything from me and we will see how far it will go.” He spat, letting go of your hand as he turned around and marched out of the room.

You stood there in silence, you never showed how you felt, you promised yourself a long time ago that you will not cry ever again, but you felt tears rolling down your cheek. You sniffed, wiping your tears away with your sleeve as Jin's words replayed in your head.

“I am sorry,” Jin whispered, wrapping his hands around you from behind. He never wanted to make you cry, he never wanted to see you cry but it was pissing him off. “I overreacted.” He apologised, his grip tightening. “I-It's...It's fine..” you sniffed, silently thanking him for not turning you around. “It pissed me off, it pisses me off...you keep on hiding from me and I hate that.” He confessed, his lips pressing against the end of your jaw. “It will never happen again, I will never yell at you again.” He turned you around, wrapping his hands around your face, wiping the tears away from your face.

“You look pretty when you cry tho.” You chuckled. “T-Thanks?” Jin leaned down, pressing his lips against yours. “I love you.” “I-I love you too.” Smiling, Jin pulled you close. “I know.” Wrapping your hands around him you thanked the world for rewarding you with such a gentle boyfriend.

Kim Namjoon

“Anyhow, I lost my goddamn earphones...again!” Namjoon complained, throwing his bag on the floor. You tilted your head, nodding at him and Namjoon bit the inner side of his cheek. Something was troubling you, he could tell. He learned how to read your body language since you never showed your feelings.

Whenever something troubled you, you would close yourself more. Usually, your body language would be more open and he would always feel welcome, but now...the way you clutched the book close to yourself told another story.

“Babe, what is wrong?” he asks, sitting on the sofa next to you. “I am fine.” You replied and Namjoon tilted his head, getting a hold of a book you held. “(Y/N)-" he called softly, you focused your eyes on him. “I am fine.” You repeated. “You promised me last time that you will talk.” He stated, his eyes narrowing and you sighed. “Nothing is going on.” You lied to him and Namjoon sighed.

“You are lying to me again. You promised you will not to.” He growled, staring at you. “I am not-" “Don't just don't.” He raised his hands in the air. “I give up, I am done.” He moved away from you, your heart arching. “Namjoon-" you called, trying to stop him from leaving.

“Enough (Y/N), you lied to me and broke your promise I am done!” he said, voice rising as he got up. “I am fine with you not talking and expressing yourself but lying to me? I can't put up with that, not anymore. I feel like shit every time I come to you for comfort and you never, never did that.” He glanced at you, your hands trembling and he hated himself for saying what he did but, he had to. “I am seriously done (Y/N). When will you stop being cold towards me?” you didn't respond, you couldn't find words and Namjoon rubbed his temples as you looked away.

“I-" he sighed, turning on his heel and when he was about to leave, you caught the brim of his shirt, stopping him. “I-I am sorry.” You whispered, clutching his shirt. “D-Don't leave me.” You begged and Namjoon felt your handshaking and he turned around to see you. Guilt flashed through his body. “I-I will change, just-" your voice broke and Namjoon sat back down. “Come here, idiot.” He whispered, opening his arms and you instantly went in them.

“I do not want you to change, I just want you to talk to me.” He confessed, his hands trailing down your back, caressing it gently. “I know it's hard and I told you many times that it's okay but, I can't go over the fact that you broke your promise. That hurts.” You clutched his shirt in your hands. “I am sorry.” You apologised again. “It's hard.” Namjoon kissed the top of your head. “I know, that is why you start with small things okay?” Not daring to look at him, you nodded your head. “So, will you tell me?” “I-I...I am worried, I am meeting your sister tomorrow and I do not know how to talk and-" Namjoon interrupted you by raising your head, forcing you to look at him and he chuckled at the pink colour on your cheeks.

“You are dumb, you know that? She will love you.” He kissed your flushed cheek. “H-How do you know I-" his lips attacked yours, playfully. “I just know.” You gave in, you could never win against this strong and stubborn leader you loved very much. “Stop worrying and from now on, you will tell me 1 annoying thing that happened to you through your days okay?” You smiled as he moved the brim of your hair behind your ear. “Okay.” Namjoon smiled, cuddling you close.

Min Yoongi

You two were the same, did not talk much about what troubled you and you both were used to not showing your emotions in front of others. It took Yoongi years to openly talk to his bandmates and that time he cried on the stage...he was not proud of it, but he was not able to suppress his happiness and love he felt.

Ever since then, he became bit open, at least he tried to especially when you were in the picture. He realized how easy it was because he knew that you would not judge him. He was the first one to say “I love you" and he made sure you do not feel pressured to say it back. You showed it, with each your touch, small and caring things you did for him and it was enough. In the beginning, it was enough but, now? He hoped he would hear it, he hoped it would slip but, it never happened.

Is it so hard to say?

He did not know, it was easy for him...he got used to the warm feeling in his body when he would say it, he got used to your small smile after he said it. And he waited, waited for you to say it...he thought that you are waiting for a special occasion and as the clock slowly ticked away the day of his birthday, he realized you would never say it.

He watched you walk towards the doors of his room and when your hand reached the handle, he snapped. “Will you ever say it back?” he asked, his eyes focusing on the lyrics he had in front of himself. You stopped, blinking as you turned your head to look at him. “Wh-What do you mean?” you asked, staring at him, he didn't look up at you.

“I confessed a year ago, you never said it back...how long do I have to wait?” your hand left the door handle as you turned your whole body towards him. “Yoongi-" you carefully called his name. “I love you, is that so hard to say?” he asked, his eyes finally meeting your (e/c) ones. Your chest tightened, his eyes burned holes in your soul as they saddened with each second that passed.

“I know I said it’s okay but not anymore (Y/N), I love you...I just want to hear it.” Yoongi confessed and you looked down. “I-I thought you would understand..” You whispered, hearing Yoongi getting up from his chair. “I understand and I know you do care for me but I want to hear you say it.” You did not answer and Yoongi waited for a couple of minutes in a heavy silence. “Just forget I said anything and go home.” He growled, turning on his heel. “Yoongi-" “I have work to do, leave.” And so, you did.

You came back, later that night when you were sure he was asleep. You loved him, more than anything but were so scared of saying it. Yoongi was laying on his bed, his head snapping towards you as you opened the doors. “I-I thought you were asleep-" you squirmed, apologizing and Yoongi sighed. “Well I am not, what do you want?” he asked harshly, instantly biting his tongue. “I-I don't-" you stuttered. “Just come here.” Yoongi pats the place next to him and you listened. He pulled you on his chest, kissing your forehead.

“I am sorry for being an asshole.” He whispered, his hands wrapping around your small figure. “I became too greedy, not thinking about your feelings.” You listened to his words and a calm heartbeat. “I-I love you...Yoongi,” you whispered, heeling his heart jump.

“W-What did you just-" he stopped, not being able to talk. “I was a bitch, I am sorry I-" he pulled you up. “S-Say it again.” He pleaded, the dim light in his room making you visible enough for him to see your deep reed cheeks. “I-I love you.” You repeated and Yoongi pulled your face close to his, crashing his lips against yours.

“A-Again.” He demanded, your confession sounding unreal. “I love you.” You whispered through the kiss “I love you too.” Yoongi said, moving away from you, caressing your cheeks. “W-Was that so hard to say?” he teased. “Y-Yes.” You confessed, “Thank you..thank you for saying it.” He whispered, kissing you again as his heart skipped a beat.

Jung Hoseok.

Hoseok froze on the spot, he wasn’t able to do anything except watch how your favourite, white mug with small Christmas trees slipped out of his hands and fell on the floor in slow motion. Breaking into million pieces, making it impossible to glue back and the hot chocolate he made you, stained the floor and kitchen elements brown. “Hoseok? What happened?” he heard your voice and saw you approaching, he swallowed hard. “I-I am sorry, it slipped.” He apologised and you saw your mug, shattered on the floor.

You bit your bottom lip and sucked in a breath. “Are you hurt?” you asked, staying calm and Hoseok shakily nodded his head. “Y-Yeah b-but your mug is broken.” “It's fine.” You said, catching Hoseok's hand in yours...checking it for wounds. He stared at you, not believing his eyes and ears. He knew how much that mug meant to you, he knew how much you wanted it and when you got it...that was the first time he saw you react and showing your feelings. It was the first time he was not the one who made you smile and it warmed his heart to the core.

“Are you serious right now?” he asked, staring blankly at you. You looked up, tilting your head in confusion. “You won't yell at me or anything?” “Why would I?” you asked, looking down at his hands, which he snapped out of yours. “I broke your favourite mug goddamn it.” Hoseok barked, glaring at you. “It upsets you, you can't say it doesn't.” You stayed quiet, biting your lip as what he said was true and you still did not want to scream or yell. “There is nothing to say.” You replied and Hoseok grabbed your shoulders, squeezing them as he looked you in the eyes. “Scream, yell at me...just fucking say something that is not It's okay!” you stared blankly at him, not getting why he was acting raising his voice, but you were not good with emotions so...

“(Y/N)-" Hoseok called your name, shaking your shoulders. “JUST SAY SOMETHING!” he screamed and you snapped. “YOU WANT ME TO YELL? SCREAM AT YOU?” You raised your voice and Hoseok's eyes widened. “DO YOU?” You screamed at him and Hoseok stepped a bit away. “I AM NOT GOOD WITH WORDS AND EMOTIONS AND ITS EASIER TO SAY ITS FINE THAN TO YELL.” You blurted out, shaking as you couldn't believe what you did. It was Hoseok's turn to stay quiet. This was the first time he heard you yell and he got scared.

“You have broken my fucking mug and made me lose my temper.” You glared at him, turning on your heel. “Nicely done Hoseok.” Hoseok stared blankly at your back as they disappeared. “W-What just happened?!” he asked out loud and second after he was running after you. “(Y/N)!” He called, crashing into the bedroom, seeing you cry.

“I am sorry!” he cried, wrapping his hands around you. You punched his chest, trying to push him away. “W-Why would you make me do that?!” You asked, tears streaming down your cheeks. “I would have told you but not like that!” you cried and Hoseok pulled you closer. “I got so upset because you did not get mad at me, not even when I broke your Christmasy Cup.” He clutched you closer before he moved slightly away to look at you. “I love my Christmasy Cup, that is true but I am not a type who would scream.” You sniffed “I am sorry for pushing you out of your comfort zone.” Hoseok kissed your forehead. “Y-You owe me a new mug.” You whispered and Hoseok chuckled. “I will buy you a new mug love.” You nodded cutely.

Hoseok grinned at your cuteness and pressed his lips against yours before he slid them down your neck. “You know...you are so hot when you get mad.” A shiver danced down your spine as he hummed in your ear. “H-Hoseok!” you squirmed, blushing as you pushed him away. “Y-You have a kitchen to clean!” you pushed him slightly away and he groaned. “I forgot about that!” he instantly moved away from you. “I will be back.” He copied Swartzineger's voice and you chuckled. “I love you.” He purred, planting one last kiss against your forehead and vanishing out of the room.

You chuckled, wiping your tears away as you waited for your man to come back with a new hot chocolate, which he did...half an hour later with a new, bigger mug and a big Christmas tree on the front. Your eyes widened and you instantly ran to him...spilling the hot chocolate all over the floor.

“I love you.” You clutched him close and he laughed. “I love you too but babe, you are spilling!” he chuckled and you blushed, moving away. “Third time is a charm.” He says, laughing as he went in the kitchen to make you a new cup of hot chocolate.

Park Jimin

Jimin ran around like a little kid, it was his day off and you promised him many days ago that you two would go on a date in the new amusement park. He was extra excited which made you happy but, the dull pain in your stomach did not help you be as relaxed as you wanted to. You felt week, your legs were shaking with each step you took and you cursed at the fact that your period came early and you were unprepared. You had “just in case" tampons in all of your bags, but you always forgot to put painkillers in.

“WE HAVE TO GO THERE!” Jimin got a hold of your hand, tugging it as he skipped down the road. You trailed after him, trying to keep up and when the rush of adrenalin and being pulled around washed out, your vision became blurry and black spots slowly filled your vision. “J-Jimin-" you managed to call, raising your hand in the air before darkness swallowed you.

“(Y/N)!” Jimin managed to catch just before your torso hit the ground, his hands wrapped around your small body as he pulled you up and went on a bench. His heart was beating hard, his breath shaky as he trier not to panic. Gently, he placed you on the bench, raised your legs on up on the handle and took the bottle of water you always carried with you. And he waited, waited for you to regain consciousness as he gently placed your head in his lap and caressed your soft locks. Those three minutes seemed like ages for him and he saw you slowly open your eyes, a burden dropped from his heart and anger lighted up.

“W-What happened?” You asked, your eyes adjusting to the light. “You fainted,” Jimin responded, his voice flat and you flinched as he looked down at you. You did not have to move his mask down to see that he was mad, his jaw clenched and eyes narrowed. You swallowed, “J-Jimin.” your voice trembling “Don't you Jimin me (Y/N).” Your lover warned, staring you down. “You passed out, do you have any idea how scared I was?!” he clenched his jaw harder, trying to stay calm.

“What if I didn't reach you on time? What if you hit your head? Why the fuck didn't you tell me you were in pain? WHY?!” his voice raised with each word he said and you looked away. “LOOK AT ME!” His hand flew towards your chin, harshly raising it, forcing you to look at him. “Do you know how scared I was?” his eyes saddened, tears welled up in them. “Fuck (Y/N), you scared the shit out of me.” You chewed onto your bottom lip, swallowing hard as you pulled yourself up, sitting next to him.

“I am sorry, you were so excited and I did not want to tell you.” You confessed, looking down. “I didn't want to ruin your day off.” Jimin sighed, rubbing his temples. “You know, I do not mind the fact that you do not like to talk about emotions or cry in front of me but...when you are hurting that is something I need to know!” he said, taking your hand in his. “Especially when you have cramps, which I know are bad.” Your eyes widened at his statement. “H-How did you-" “I am not that stupid.” He growled, “Your period is near, that much I know and the only logical explanation for you fainting is cramp pain.” You stayed quiet, not knowing what to say and Jimin got up.

“Let's just go home...I do not want to be here anymore.” Guilt washed over your body and you got up. “Jimin, we still have half to-" “I don't want to ride rollercoasters anymore...I just want to go home, can we just go home?” he asked, turning on his heel and you followed him. “I am sorry.” You whispered, walking behind him and he turned around. “Sorry for what?” “Ruining your day...” Rolling his eyes, Jimin pulled you close.

“Yeah you should be sorry and as an apology let me take care of you. We will go home, you will take a warm shower and after that, I will be your professional cuddler, is that okay?” A smile broke on your lips and you nodded, looking at him. “How did I live without you?” You asked and Jimin leaned down, rubbing his nose against yours. “I do not know, how did you?” you shrugged with a chuckle and Jimin softly kissed you. “Promise me that you will tell me next time.” “I promise.” Smiling, you walked down the park.

He kept his word, he made sure you were comfortable and all snuggled up before he followed you into a dream world, holding you close to him.

Kim Taehyung.

“(Y/N)! We are going to Hyungsik-hyung's house!” Taehyung's voice echoed through the apartment and you sighed. “Why?” you asked when Taehyung appeared in the room with a big grin on his face. “We are having a reunion and they also want you to come.” You stared at him for a moment before you nodded and got up. He looked so excited and you did not want to complain or ruin his free day. “Okay, we are leaving in 20.” “Okay.” You whispered, going towards your closet to pick up the outfit.

You hoped you two would stay home as he agreed to a few days ago. You did not feel like hanging out with people, but going to that reunion means being with Taehyung so, you swallowed your words and locked your feelings deeper. You do not remember the last time you two were alone and all you want is to snuggle next to him, eat popcorn and watch some movie.

“Are you done?” Taehyung asked, fixing his jacket and you exited the room. Tight jeans hugged your curves perfectly and shirt accelerated your eye colour. Taehyung licked his lips and pulled you closer. “You look good.” He complimented, kissing your cheek and you smiled a bit, following him out of the apartment. “I can't wait to see them all!” he sang, walking next to you, excited. “Yeah? I am glad.” You replied, regulating your breathing and convincing yourself that you will be okay.

You loved the Hwarang crew, they made you feel welcome and more than anything you loved the younger/older brother relationships between them. Your chest tightened a bit and you swallowed hard. Taehyung forgot all about you the moment you entered the house and so, you sat a bit aside, waiting for Taehyung to stop talking so that you can ask him to go home. You were exhausted, reaching your limit. Every time you would try to get Taehyng's attention, he would brush you off or glance at you for a second before he would forget about you in an instant. You took a deep breath and tried for the last time and, when Taehyung ignored you, you simply said that you will see him home (not caring if he heard or not) and saying bye to Hyungsik, you left.

Taehyung noticed you weren't there an hour after you left and he got mad. He stormed out if the reunion and went home. “(Y/N)!” He yelled, slamming the doors behind him and marching into the living room. You sat there, a fluffy blanket around you. “(Y/N)!” He yelled again, standing in front of you and you looked up at him. “WHY DID YOU LEAVE? WHEN DID YOU LEAVE? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE LEAVING?” He growled,

I-I did.” You replied with a whisper. “No, you did NOT. Do you have any idea how stupid I looked when everybody in the fucking room knew you left except me?!” you listened to him, not believing your ears. “How could you do that? How could you be so inconsiderate?!” you didn't say a word, your heartbeat raising as Taehyung began to walk away from you and you just couldn't stay quiet.

“Me being inconsiderate?!” you growled, getting up. “What about you Taehyung?!” he stopped, turning around to look at you. “What the fuck do you mean?!” he spat, staring at you. “You never asked me how I felt! You fucking promised that we would stay home and we went to the reunion. And you even forgot about me the second we went in there. Do you even know how I am feeling?” you asked. “No, I don't because you never talk about your feelings.” Taehyung spat, glarring at you.

You swallowed. “We have been together for three years Taehyung, you should have fucking learned.” You looked at him, tears in your eyes. “You act like you do not know me.” Tears fell from your eyes and you left him standing there as you slammed the doors of your bedroom behind.

Taehyung stood in the living room, his eyes blurring as he then realized all the obvious signs he stupidly ignored. The way you did not giggle as you used to when he complimented you, the way you walked slightly behind him, the way your sentences were short at the reunion and the way you tried to get his attention and give him notice that you were not okay, but he ignored all of that. He was too excited to see his hyung's, that he ignored you...made you sad when all you asked out of him was to spend some time alone and he picked a stupid reunion over spending time with his (h/c) haired lover her loved very much. You should have been his priority and he failed you.

With tears in his eyes, he went in your shared bedroom and went to you, wrapping his hands around your torso, your backs pressed against his chest. “I am sorry, I am so, so sorry.” He cried, hiding his face in your hair. “I took you for granted and ignored all the signs. I am so fucking stupid.” You heard his soft sniffles, felt his chest shaking and you bit the inner side of your cheek. “I-I am sorry too.” You whispered and felt how Taehyung waved his head. “You have nothing to be sorry about, I am an idiot.” He kissed your back. “Please, forgive me.”

You turned around, placing your hands on his face and wiping his tears away. “It's okay Tae, I am not mad, it's okay.” He looked at you, nodding. “Now, can you smile for me baby?” you asked sweetly and he broke down into giggles, you calling him baby always made him happy. “Hyungsik-Hyung was right, you are my Angel sent from heaven.” You chuckled and Taehyung pulled you closer. “So, wanna watch a movie? Eat popcorn?” nodding happily on his question, you got up and he helped you prepare for the movie night.

Jeon Jungkook

“This fucking...YOU IDIOT!” Jungkook screamed at his screen, aggressively clicking his mouse and keyboard. “AH, FUCK ME!” He cursed again and you raised your eyes from the phone to him. He amused you and you did not want to admit but God your boyfriend was extra sexy and cute when he yelled at the computer. “HOW THE FUCK DO YOU GET YOURSELF KILLED?!” He screamed again, and you could not help but laugh at him.

“Why the fuck are you laughing?!” he growled, turning around and glaring at you. “Nothing.” You replied, focusing your eyes back at your phone. “(Y/N), why are you laughing?” he asked again. “I am laughing at you.” You responded honestly and Jungkook sighed, getting up, pissed. “I am glad I amuse you.” He spat, exiting the room and you sat there, confused at his lash out but you brushed it off, not wanting to think much of it.

The computer kept making sounds and so, you got up and went towards it. Placing your hands on the desk, you looked at the screen, leaning down. Your eyes scanned the screen and you saw some messages popping up.

Oppa, you are so good at gaming

Oppa when are we going to meet? Can we do it again?

Oppa, is your girlfriend bothering you again?

You moved away from the desk, your hands shaking.

Was he cheating on you? Would he do that? Your Jungkookie?

You shook your head, refusing to believe at whatever you were reading.

Oppa, leave her and come to me...I miss you

Jungkook went back in, seeing you standing in front of the computer, your face blank. “(Y/N)-?” He called, tilting his head. “Your computer was making sounds, I turned the volume off, I hope I did not do something bad.” You told him, surprised at how calm your voice sounded. “It's fine.” He said, sitting back at the table.

Half an hour later, you still did not comment on anything. You stayed quiet, your chest hurting, mouth dry and you tried your hardest to not have a panic attack. You heard Jungkook chuckle as he typed on the keyboard and you knew he was not playing. Getting up, you took your bag and looked at him.

“If you plan on cheating on me, at least let me keep my dignity.” You said, still showing no emotions and Jungkook turned on his chair to see you. “You fucking read my messages?!” he growled. “I asked you something.” His voice deepened and eyes glared at you.

“Yes, I did.” You replied, voice still not trembling. “And you didn't say a thing? Seriously?” he asked and you waved your head. “Not worth it.” “Are you trying to say that I - we are not worth it?” he asked, biting his lip. “We obviously do not matter to you so why bother.” You stated and Jungkook sighed, his head falling back in the chair. “Do you even love me (Y/N)? Do you even care?” you shifted the weight from one foot to another. “Yeah, I do.” You replied. “You have a nice way of showing it.” Jungkook said, not looking at you.

He didn’t say a word, you two standing in the silence. The burden on your chest became too hard and Jungkook looked at you. “Y-You know-" you started, words stuck in your throat and Jungkook interrupted you.

“You never say anything, you are never bothered, you are always okay with everything...I have been playing games for days now, spending every free hour on the computer and you never, not even once asked me to stop nor tried to stop me." Jungkook said, his voice calm. “It pisses me off, you piss me off. When will you be selfish? For once?” you swallowed the lump you had in your mouth. “I-" you couldn't find words and Jungkook turned the screen towards you.

“All of this is fake, I made Taehyung type this just to see if you still care.” He said and you couldn't believe your ears. “I guess that this was not good at-" your body moved on your own, you had no time to stop yourself as you raised your hand in the air, slapping Jungkook across the face. “You fucking asshole.” You spat, Jungkook looked down, his eyes wide. “You fucking asshole.” You repeated, your body shaking.

“I-I am sorry, I just wanted to-" he stopped, looking up. You were shaking abnormally, your breathing uneven and he instantly regretted what he did. “I-I know I am bad at being a good girlfriend b-but I never once...I-I never wanted to hurt you o-or make you t-think I-" You hiccupped. “I-I-" your voice broke, and instantly, Jungkook had his hands around you.

He hated himself, regretted what he did...he never wanted to cause you to have a panic attack. “I-I am so sorry.” He apologised, holding you close. “I-I know how much you love playing games and I love seeing you play them and I never said anything because it made you happy and-"Jungkook squeezed you tighter.

“Just shut up.” He growled at you. “Shut up and let me feel like shit because of what I did.” You nodded, not wanting to talk anymore. He held you close, his head, hidden in the crook of your neck. “J-Jungkook-" you called, almost ten minutes later. “Yeah?” he asked, not moving. “You are done with feeling like shit?” the male snickered, moving away. “I think I will never forgive myself.” You tilted your head, looking him in the eyes.

“Do you hate me?” Jungkook asked with a whisper. “Yeah, I hate you for making me slap you.” He sighed. “I deserved it.” With that, Jungkook sat in his chair, pulling you in his lap. “Is it really Taehyung?” you asked and Jungkook turned his chair around, showing you the conversation.

“I would never cheat on you, no matter what,” Jungkook promised, leaning his head against your shoulder.

“Can you teach me?” you asked, moving slightly away. “Teach you what?” “How to play.” A huge smile broke on his lips. “Seriously?” he wrapped his hands around you, squeaking happily. “Yeah, that way we can play games together and-" he did not let you finish. “Okay, you use this to change weapons, this to go forward and-" you chuckled at the way his voice got childish, you forgave him...the moment he apologised.

You got a hold of a mouse and followed his instructions. “You are good!” Jungkook praised you happily as he watched your game. “Really?” “Yes, you are better than I was when I started playing.” The game ended and you slightly moved away, looking at him. “Am I good enough for playing with you?” he smiled brightly, nuzzling his nose against your cheek. “I am really sorry for what I did.”

You shook your head. “I forgive you.” Jungkook leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours. “I love you, from the bottom of my heart.” You blushed at his confession. “I love you too.” You whisperer, kissing him. “So, shall we kick some ass?” chuckling, Jungkook nodded, taking joystick in his hands.

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fuck-customers · 5 years

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I only work here

Was having a bit of an off day not too long ago, like the whole day just felt odd. Patrons at the library seemed to be on edge and more prone to snapping. Anyways, had a woman who lost her absolute shit at me over being charged for an item she had lost, and started screaming about policies(because why not yea? Just scream) other patrons backed ho, and security came over looking hella concerned but I just motioned for them to chill for a second. She finally shuts up and says "so? What are you going to do about this?"

The problem that day was that my bullshit tolerance was hella low. I was not there to be degraded or to baby assholes. So in true, no-filter, dead inside customer service fashion, I go "absolutely nothing maam. I only work here" she looks absolutely stupefied and while I am cheering inside, I'm also shaking at the notion of admin coming down on my ass for when this bitch complains. "I have absolutely zero say in the policies in place, and only work to make sure that they're followed. If you're done throwing a temper tantrum like a child, feel free to leave."

At that point I let security escort her out and I guess she just really wasnt expecting that sort of response because she went along kind of willingly. That or she was hella embarrassed, because I sure was. But who knows. The next customer came up but I apologized and directed them to my coworker cuz I had to go to the back to just. Breathe.

Honestly I'm surprised I didnt get put out immediately but I guess she didnt complain? I did have several witnesses who saw the bullshit but still. Wouldn't have put it past her. But seriously. Act like a child, get treated like one. Yelling like you arent a full grown ass woman, fucking embarrassing

#submissions #fuck customers #library problems #submission

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yjxjihoon-blog · 5 years

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Hey cool people! I’m Alex (Feel free to call me A, Pix or anything else you feel like if you’d prefer though!), He/Him and stranded in GMT. I think I found out about this place just before it closed last time around, so I’m super excited to finally be a part of this group and get to know you all. This is a quick post to introduce you to my newest child Jihoon, a grumpy pensioner trapped in a 22 year old body. Full bio as well as plots coming soon because I am criminally under-prepared. He’s pretty much harmless once you crack his shell, but it takes a while to do that. Pls come grumble with him about how damn disrespectful these kids are. And also join his band.

Honestly I find it easier to plot on Discord since this website hates me and only sends notifications like half of the time, so feel free to add me over there at alexmcrw#7717 and pop up, or just like this post and I’ll fling myself at your inbox!

Also: bless the admins for thinking about us people in other timezones and opening up a little earlier for us. So many other admins don’t and I for one am super grateful for them being so considerate. Y’all are the best!!

OKAY SO, rambling intro over, time to talk about ol’ super grump

TW: Traffic accident, loss of limb

Yoo Jihoon was born in Daegu, 21st March 1998. He was raised in a single parent household, his father having left before his mother before his birth. Jihoon doesn’t know anything about him and has no desire to find out.

Mother took advantage of the boom in the fashion industry in Daegu at the time, getting a job in a textile manufacturing plant. The pay wasn’t great, but enough to get by.

Really happy go lucky as a child and saw the world through rose tinted glasses as a child. Not so much anymore.

Major financial troubles that he didn’t know about led to them losing the house when he was fifteen, moved in with grandparents.

Started working at night after school to try and be supportive. Mostly retail and service jobs, both of which he hated because people are awful.

Super insecure and covers it up with snark and attitude. Means he never really had that many friends.

Constant fear that those he does let into his inner circle will up and leave him. Not that he’d ever admit it.

Better to just be an asshole and not let anyone into it.

When rushing between jobs one night got caught in a serious traffic accident whilst riding his motorcycle and not paying attention to the road. Lead to the loss of his right leg below the knee.

Uses a prosthetic limb, but covers it whenever possible. Ask him about it and he’ll likely take it off and beat you with it or feed you some ridiculous story.

Basically isolated himself for several months after his recovery and never really went back?

Behind his snark and cynicism he’s actually? Really soft? And would take a bullet for you if you asked him to, even if you’re not close because he wants to be friendly but, remember, people suck.

Gonna complain about it afterwards though.

Extremely loyal. Even if they’re going through a rough patch, he is in their corner if they ever need him.

Really wants friends, but doesn’t know how to friends.

Likes to think he’s punk af

If he feels like he’s being backed into a corner, or otherwise under threat, he lashes out at people indiscriminately

Doesn’t do apologies. The best you’ll get is a “Sorry if you took it the wrong way” but even that is a rarity.

Moved to Yeongsa because there isn’t enough space at his grandparents and he feels guilty about them continuing to home him. Sends most of his spare money back to them.

Currently working as a baker because hey, who knew that he had a knack for baking? And it means he can work nights and not have to deal with the general public.

Only reason he’s at the sharehouse is the cheap cost; doesn’t hate the place as much as he thought he would though.

Sleeps through the day, lives through the night. Disturb him at your own risk.

Plays bass in a band. Also knows guitar. Come jam with him and you’re on his good list for life.

Also worth mentioning that in terms of romance he’s pan, though again he’s not the sort to just jump into these things.

Convinced that the universe has a vendetta against him and will tell you unprompted.

Loves nothing more than complaining about the state of the world. Bring me all of your cynics.

Basically a terrified kid trapped inside a grandpa’s mind trapped inside a 22 year old body. Cracks starting to show.

#yj:intro #( i'm honestly so hyped to be here pls come love me and my garbage fire child!! )

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disharmonicpaths · 5 years

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Percy was already ready to call it quits with this asshole, if she was being completely honest. At least, that’s what she was thoroughly convinced and ready to tell herself, but when had she ever honestly been ready to quit Fergus completely. Sure, she was willing to mouth off and tell him to go fuck himself, but that hadn’t exactly stopped her from coming back. And besides all of that, this was a pretty useful skill to know, especially in a place like Ashbourne. She didn’t respond to his comment about her clothing, it was none of his concern what she decided to wear, and she didn’t expect shooting to be an extremely arduous task, besides.

Watching him set up had her stomach doing a strange flip, nerves settling impatiently there, waiting for something dreadful to happen, for something to take a turn. Perhaps she was waiting for her own face to become a target of that pistol that he loaded and walked over to her, and she sucked in a quick breath when it was handed to her, presented as if this was a completely normal thing and everything was completely fine.

She took the thing carefully, hand pointedly avoiding the trigger for a moment as she got used to the weight of the thing in her hand, testing it for a moment before she glanced over her shoulder at him. She wanted to point out that his cliched technique of positioning her from behind was a little much, but her nerves were still pretty shot about the whole thing, and he was already guiding her arms into the correct position. She felt her weight shift from foot to foot as she took aim with the thing and tried to line it up to that target perfectly, but the distraction of the weight of the thing, mixed with the distraction of Fergus using this opportunity to murmur in her ear, was enough to make a shiver shoot up her spine, to make her hand shake.

She forced her eyes closed for a moment, pulled in and then slowly let out a breath, lining the thing up as best she could, finger wrapping around that trigger without squeezing. Breath in, out, and then she squeezed, felt the recoil as it jerked her back a bit into the body of the man, and watched the bullet hit the bark of the tree several inches above the target. It was a jolt, surprising and uncomfortable, but that knot in her stomach loosened once the first shot had fired off. “Right, are you done man-handling me?” She finally managed in a shaky voice, using her elbow to nudge him back a bit. “This isn’t a gropefest, Fergus.”

Fergus convinced himself that she had all the ample time needed to leave him. Even when she took possession of the gun from him, it was a wide open forest for her to desert him. Whether she meant to or not it finalized in his mind that she wanted to be there with him. His mind could even delusionalize that she didn’t want to leave him. Priscilla was his girl, even though she may never admin to such a thing. In his brain until there was a bullet lodged into it, it’s what his obsessed self would think.

Fergus didn’t comment that he could almost feel the jitters that shook her nerves in waves. It’s how a civilian felt when they held the power in their hands for the first time. The inexperience game off her in waves. From how she dressed to practice shooting to how she held the gun. He could tell she had never been this vulnerable around him, with her knowing he was there.

He would deny that he had seen her like this other times. Instead he was prepared for the recoil as his hands hold her hips planted into her spot. “Not bad for ye first shot.” Fergus muttered as he stared from behind her towards the tree. At least he knew she wouldn’t be able to shoot him in the head the first try she got.

By now he was used to her defenses. It was part of her allure, part of the challenge. He stepped in front of her and placed his hand a few inches above hers. Just in case she fired a shot it would hit his hand if anything. Fergus’s face was surprisingly serious as he lowered himself down to her eyelevel. Christ. He had forgotten how fookin’ short she was.

“I am tryin’ ta help ye, Perc.” The tone murmured as he rolled his eyes up towards the sky. “If ye would like ta grope me I would nay complain.” The seriousness dissolved with a flirtatious wink towards her. Even in this scenario he couldn’t help but to press her buttons. “But seriously how do ye feel? Do ye want ta try up closer to ta target?” He had all but moved his face closer to hers. Words were wrapped in a whisper as he glanced around them to make sure the gunshot hadn’t brought any unwelcomed company.

@sierrashouseofhorrors

#[muse:fergus malicer]#[verse:spn]#[priscilla x fergus]#guns tw

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@reneetaleenaisnotvicious it’s just a place full of assholes.

in the last couple of weeks, i had to explain to them why you can’t use the n-word when you’re not black, thinking it was common knowledge, only to be met with “well, it’s not universally agreed upon” (like, no shit, of course white people won’t agree that they can’t use it and since when does every single person have to agree that something is wrong in order for it to be wrong?) and “saying i can’t say the n-word is reverse racism”, causing me to dig into 2012 discourse on how reverse racism isn’t real.

people will defend the actions of every single human being billie joe has ever had contact with. the allegations of the former (jewish) employer against kat von d about her writing an antisemitic note to him are dismissed as “just a cry for attention from an unhappy employee” even though experts have concluded that it was 99% her handwriting - but yeah, kat von d never said she wrote it, so it must just be fake, since we all know and trust her??

in the discussion over billie’s collaboration with morrissey, people have defended that dude at every turn so they could feel better about their collaboration and completely dismissed everyone who showed concern or disappointment with it. i’m not gonna list everything morrissey has done and i’m not gonna debate it with anyone anymore since i’ve seriously had it up to here with that topic, but the gist of it is that morrissey is a racist UKIP supporter who said that “chinese people are a subspecies”. people have routinely and adamantly attempted to downplay the racism and rationalize his fucked up behavior, saying “well maybe billie just didn’t know about what he did, why should you research everything your collab partner has done” which turned to “morrissey not a racist, he’s just a dumb idiot with no influence who wants attention” which turned into “he’s not even a ukip supporter” which turned into “well actually ukip / nigel farage aren’t even xenophobic if you think about it”. then, a user on the forum who is half-chinese voiced her disappointment in the forum for defending that scumbag tooth and nail and said she was done with the forum and wouldn’t visit anymore. people backpedaled a bit but still tried to tell her that it’s “not really that bad” and “there are worse forms of racism you should focus on” like lmfao really? so that’s when i said “you know what fuck y’all” and left the forum too and with that, the green day fandom really because i am sick and tired of people worshipping the ground billie walks on like fucking catholics, incapable of criticising him or admitting any flaws or mistakes.

for some reason i decided to join the discord server for the old gdc people who used the chat a lot because i thought, maybe i don’t have to cut contact to everyone and can still enjoy talking to people about my favorite band?? and for a while we had fun and i really liked them.

so on april 1st, they announced that the forum would be shut down forever by the end of the week because it was too much work and too expensive to continue keeping it up or whatever. of course only gullible people believed it and nobody else really took it seriously while the mod team desperately tried to convince everyone that it was not an april fools joke like “omgz i’m so sad” and “i dont understand why everyone would think THIS IS A JOKE wow i am so UPSET” and it was ridiculous really because they tried so hard with the joke and nobody bought it.

so then someone posted the link to the discord server in the forum so more and more people joined and i was like “oh” because suddenly every person i hated on the forum and who was the reason I left gdc in the first place joined the discord server, even the gdc mods (who can all suck a fucking dick). those people don’t like me either so it already felt restricting to post there and i was getting pissed that i joined there first and then they all came and forced me to communicate with them again. and i’m serious, i’m fucking done with that place and i want nothing to do with these people either.

then on april 2nd (AFTER april fools) the site was down but some people still didn’t believe it was gone forever because WHY WOULD THEY? that april fools joke was a fucking pathetic attempt to upset the community who loved the forum, and they were salty nobody gave a shit so they had to take extreme measures. i would’ve been happy to believe it and see the forum fucking rot but other people who had found friends and loved the community were genuinely upset about this (one person even started a gofundme).

then, some minor mod joined the discord and complained about us “talking shit” about the mods because it was all the admin’s fault and he gave us some bullshit story about how he was angry with him too, that the admin had given the mods a chance to back up their shit before they closed or even gave them an opportunity to take over the forum but nobody wanted to blah blah blah and some shit about green day’s management wanting to restrict the forum because people were talking about their private lives or that they had planned a dookie tour but it was cancelled because of trés baby or some shit??? whatever. and i believed it because he was convincing and not someone who usually lies and trolls people but who put in a lot of work into the media section and would have been upset if it were gone, so i was actually sorta understanding towards him.

then a couple of hours later the site was back online, the admin made some stupid joke about “lololool i’m a mastermind you can go fuck yourselves i’m so happy with myself!111!!”, they made a social media post about it having just been an april fools joke while directly quoting something i said on the discord server, and that one unimportant mod who lied to us and some other dumbass mod i’ve always hated posted on the discord that they “had a lot of fun lying to us” and how fucking hilarious our reactions were or whatever and how good it was to see how many people cared about gdc like???

and i was fucking mad because I HAD LEFT THAT PLACE!!!!! i had literally left that place and they come to the place i kinda found refuge hin after leaving that shithole (a place i actually liked being on and where i had fun to communicate with the other members and could actually see myself staying and maybe not leaving the fandom entirely), infiltrate it with their fucking presence and make it my fucking business what happened to GDC, lie to me and everyone and laugh to themselves about the things i said or how they had fooled us. so they ruined everything for me again just so they could have a laugh and i’m not kidding when i say i hate every single fucking person who keeps this dumpsterfire running with a passion. and what’s almost more frustrating is how every single person who was mad at them for the joke now runs back to them like “oh wow that was a mean joke but now i’m just happy i can be back, i’m ready to put this behind me” lmfao.

i don’t give a shit about the forum, I. LEFT. i want nothing to do with them, i don’t want them around me, i don’t want them to talk to me or about me. i want them to ignore my fucking existence and leave me THE FUCK alone. and now i can’t even visit the discord anymore because they don’t even have the fucking decency to leave the server after their bullshit stunt. so thanks for fucking nothing you absolute dumbass fucking dick-eating pieces of horseshit.

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