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themissingnumbers · 5 months ago

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What's good, y'all! It's me again, so you know what that means :) You all know how I function by now. I write things down in the order they appear in my brain, so things may be a bit scattered, but if you can look past that, then I hope you enjoy my ramblings.

In today's issue of The New Yap Times: THOSE FUCKIN' CHARACTER REFS HOLY SHIT—

So, those character references, amirite? First off, those things are fricking fabulous. Good stuff, Starry. Secondly, y'all know how this goes by now. I've got a lot of things I wanna say and I don't know how to say it, but hopefully, this will get easier the further I go. So! Let's start going down the line--shall we?

"Fire" Red Yuuji: MY BABY-! Okay, okay, lemme stop lmao. But like, look at him. He looks so good! Y'all have no idea how much I celebrated when I saw that my boy Fire got a pair of snow pants and some boots like LET'S GO-! He's not on a mountain in jeans and sneakers anymore; he's got some (keyword: some) appropriate snow gear! Plus, that jacket is still clean as hell. Not gonna lie though, I was kinda like Ehhhhh (unsure) about the new frostbite for him, but after looking at it for awhile I'm more like Ehhhhh (positive). I like it! He looks like he toes the line between being cold/unapproachable and lookin' like a sad baby seal. 9.5/10. (I only have one major complaint about Fire as a whole, and it's a big one: I don't know how you've done it, but you've somehow made him look even more huggable and yet I still cannot hug him. It's a sin >:( Don't worry though, he's really a 10/10, I'm just sad and petty-)

Leaf Aoyama: The Babygirl! Yes ma'am! (I'm so happy that she and Fire tied for once-) She's so beautiful, and I love her hair and eyes! I liked the subtlety of the old markings, but I mess with the new ones heavily. She looks like she's got some gnarly burns on her hands, which is kinda worrying. Plus, I really like the little additions to her outfit. I like her little socks (I think they're socks??) and the necklace/heart locket, too! Where'd she get it? Who's in there? I wanna know! Hopefully, she will share it with us one day. 10/10. (Bonus for Leaf: I know I already mentioned it in the comments of the actual Leaf post, but THE ESPEON!? HELLO?! Imma need the lore for that-)

Blue Gary Oak: PRETTY BOY ALERT HOLY MOLY- Okay, genuinely, Starry, why did you make him so pretty? Jesus- Anyway, moving on- This man is fabulous, and I need him to help me with my wardrobe. He's got STYLE! And his eyes, man, his eyes are GORGEOUS! The jewelry, the aviator jacket, the button-up—he got that shit on tho! Onto his body though, I really like all of his freckles. And I had always wondered why he had bandages on his wrist for his researcher outfit, and I kinda put two and two together to speculate why, but I didn't want to be right. But I have confirmation that I was right with the updated reference, and now I'm just sad :( But in spite of that, his design is still clean with lots of effort put into it. Another 10/10. (Also, Blue named some of his Pokémon and I think that's sweet. Otto and Akira are adorable names and I would like to meet them and spoil them with treats thank you-) (It also makes me really sad that Blue self-harms. Like, I expected it, but still. He hurt himself, and from the looks of things, still does. He doesn't deserve that. Hopefully, we can help Blue wean off of SH later down the line by offering some alternatives and a listening ear.)

"Glitchy" Red Tajiri: Then there's this rat bastard (affectionate). Where... where do I even start with this dude? Don't take anything I say about this man the wrong way, his design is peak and the art is amazing, but he looks so... wrong. Like, ewww, bro. I know he hasn't eaten in god knows how long, but why doesn't he look alive? Why tf is he printer paper white? He just ain't right man. (Slenderman lookin' ass. Bro looks like he bites. Probably microwaves his cereal before he eats it, too. Don't tell him I said that-) Nevertheless, creepy shit aside, I really like how disheveled he looks! Torn, dirty clothes, shoes with holes in them, and long messy hair—it fits him and I mess with that heavy. Also, the viscera that comes with that super glitchy form is crazy! It looks so cool, but it can't feel good in any manner. He's so skinny, too! I am deeply concerned for this man, probably more than I initially was for Fire, and that's saying something. Again, another 10/10. This man has grown on me significantly. (Also, his poor Pokémon team :( What happened to them? I'm curious but also afraid to find out. I also like how his Team has Gen 1 sprites. Nice touch-) (Also, me looking at that digital viscera form with MissingNo limbs ripping out of his chest. "Mhm..." Adds it to the Parasite theory. "Mhm.")

Okay! It's been a while since I started writing this (it's currently 2 AM for me lmao I started at 11) and I think I'm done—with this version! You thought I was finished? NO. I have more thoughts about these references—lots of thoughts—mostly about the Spoiler Edits and Blacked out parts, along with the new Biographies/Descriptions. But that's for a different time and post. This was just me rambling about the updated designs because I have no one else to yap to about it at the moment. So, there will be another, more theory-driven edition of The New Yap Times coming eventually, but not tonight.

Anyway, time for my closing statements. To Starry, you cooked with these drawings bruh. These are awesome and your art just keeps getting better and better. Keep it up! But be careful not to burn yourself out. To the Mods, I know y'all're probably cooking something up in secret. You guys always be moving in the shadows, so just know that I look forward to it ya sneaky little devils, and I hope y'all are all doing well. And specifically to Mod Hells, I hope you feel better soon homie. Being sick sucks, so I'm prayin' for you :) Take care of yourself.

But that's all, folks! Until next time. Thank you for reading The New Yap Times!

[OHHEHEHEHE do NOT ever apologize for your long analysis asks idc how messy you consider it these are a huge highlight of this blog for me and it makes all the work i put into the refs worth it!!

i need to respond to this stuff without giving too much away now.. trust me when I say that for these design updates, a LOT of thought went into the changes, both aesthetically AND for what they mean regarding the stories. but though i know all the meaning and intent being them, i wanna leave it all open to interpretation and theorizing as best as i can...

that said i want to talk a LITTLE about it bc dear god this is such a good analysis and observations LOL

re: Fire - his new snow fit was smth that took a lot of mulling over and was decided on based on the fact that he'd get it in universe from... somewhere. :) the updates to his frostbite were also VERY deliberate- for one i was worried the old stylizing would be read as blush when seeing him out of context... i wanted it to be clear that this is a severe injury. i def did my best to make him toe the line of..... Unapproachable, and Aesthetically Pleasing. im very glad i pulled that off!!

re: Leaf - ill admit to keep it real a large drive behind changing her markings into burn scars was bc i didn't like drawing the chain markings on her arms LOL. but the change is also a deliberate choice that i won't elaborate much more on.. its definitely less subtle, but i think weird scars can be easily justified in the world of pokemon. as for her pokemon... all can be explained in due time! though id certainly suggest putting that scanner and dex to use ;)

re: Blue - blue's always been focused more on Fashion over Function- if there's one thing he cares about, it's appearances. him being more of a prettyboy is intentional by virtue of the fact that he tries to look attractive and such. the.... other thing is smth ive mostly kept as subtext, particularly happening in... recent works. :) but its not something i intend to treat lightly once it's explicitly acknowledged. i honestly considered hiding it like with other things on these refs but that just seemed like overkill ultimately.

as for nicknames- god i really want to give other pokemon nicknames that reflect their trainer's personalities. the problem is that immm just bad at naming things tbh. Leaf would have a fully named team, and Blue would too, or at least a few more than just Otto and Akira. i was thinking Dusty for his Jolteon... ill probably head back and edit names in as we work em out! the refs will definitely be good to glance at from time to time. fires team is nameless and reds team would be .......... immature.

re: Glitchy -

this is the best possible thing you could've said about him. thats all i can really say

anyways!! thank you so so much for all your thoughts- again, things like this really do make it all worth it! i really look forward to your next theory session, but you take care and take all the time you need, okay?

thank u so much for the compliments man,, 🥺 it really does mean a lot. i can really tell ive improved a lot esp looking at the new and old refs side by side and it makes me so happy!! ^-^ im glad u can see it too eheheh.. ill put my side by sides under the cut bc its kinda wild to look at

and as someone whos been seeing all the behind the scenes work unfold.... god im so excited for when the secret the other mods have been working on gets to come out !!! they've been trucking away and its exciting to see :D]

((ps from mod hell: thank you so much our strongest soldier i love you))

old vs new comparisons:

#mn qna #mn theories #[im not trigger tagging all the refs again im sorry they're under a cut. yallve probably seen what to warn for anyways by now]#long post

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cinnachaos · 1 year ago

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Trivial questions cuz idk big plot/lore stuff for pokemon yet

What do they like to do in their free time? Hobbies and such

What is their usual style of clothing/what are they most comfortable in?

What are their favourite foods?

What do they like to do for fun with their pokemon?

Do they prefer cold or warm weathers

This is all I can think for now but I'll try to come up with more hehe 👍

OK ILL ADD A 🩷 FOR RUBIE AND A 💗 FOR COCOA

🩷 loves studying!!!!! he has a hard time with deadlines and rigidity so naranja academy is perfect for him. he also loves inspecting area zero pokemon because its his favorite place to explore and the atmosphere is very relaxing.

💗 loves camping in beautiful places :3 he is a pokeGOD at making curry and will make the most mouth watering thing you have ever put in your mouth on a casual sunday afternoon, his favorite part is the fanning because its like stimming !!!!

🩷 super eclectic and strange. will wear the most random shit and look like the embodiment of a thrift store one day then go full pastel cutesy the next, mostly sticks with clusterfuck goofy style tho. his main outfit is elefish hat, pastel blue glittery biker gloves, white and black hiking boots, black leggings with white stars on them, the summer uniform (i believe), and the x ray backpack.

💗 punk/grunge esque, though he doesnt like to call himself punk out of worries hes too tame and passive to be punk. he does passionately support good causes though. his current and main outfit is a leather jacket over a maroon sweater, fingerless leather gloves with spikes, black ripped and frayed at the bottom jeans, cheri berry patterned sneakers, and a graffiti patterned backpack.

🩷 most sweets but his favorite is nacli salt ice cream!!! he will DROOL if you mention one of these stands nearby and has to physically restrain himself if he sees one near school because he will eat them until he gets a stomach ache.

💗 really enjoys eating freshly picked berries from around galar and its nearby islands (isle of armor). his favorite berry is the roseli berry because jts often related with coffee/tea/romanticized sweets. he named his scolipede after the kasib berry because of the color similarity!

🩷 picnics in any pretty places!!! he makes sure thwy all get equal attention and tries his best to keep up with their speed when they play with their toys :) he will also specifically wash and play with each of his pokemon anytime they picnic and frequently swaps his partner pokemon so they all can walj with him!!!

💗same as above but camping! he will also equally distribute attention/walk time and talk/play with every single pokemon until they want to do their own thing. he does this for two whole teams of pokemon so you can imagine he gets very tired out quickly.

🩷warm!!!

💗cold!!!

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!!!! :D

#rubie #cinnasks #pokemon ocs #infodump #cocoa

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deezbutz28 · 9 months ago

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a/n: hi hi!!! i'm backk. this is loosely based off of my own personal situationship BUT i'm writing on how i wished it turned out LOLOL.

this is part two to sweet venom!! (plz go check it out if you haven't yet!!)

wc: 1.9k

tags: angst, fluff, mad situationship

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you are so so so grateful that the dreadful school activity you and taehyun shared is finally over. your friends could see how relieved you were, often saying, "was it really that bad? you guys barely saw each other."

yes it was that bad. during that time while trying to avoid him, you often wished that he would go up and talk to you. trying to start over or at least apologize for ghosting you. but that didn't happen, and you are finally ready to just let him go.

but of course, the world never works that way. about a month later, you and your friends were at your school formal. you had worn a dress that was a bit out of your comfort zone, but your friends were there to hype you up.

to no one's surprise taehyun and his group of friends were there as well. you kept your distance as much as possible, but every so often you look for him in the crowd. almost every single time you looked, he was already looking at you. makes letting go 10x harder, great...

but you don't dare go up to him, if he wants to talk he will have to go up to you himself. does he go up to you? nope. so after and hour or two at the dance you decide to finally head home.

you shower and get ready for bed, but you find yourself spacing out. wondering what was going on inside taehyun's head.

a few days after posting about formal, a notification pops on your screen. its a dm... from taehyun...

you ponder on whether you should open it or not. unsure on what he might send or say, or more importantly if he would be different from now on.

you open it the day after he sends it. the post he sent was a meme of a squirrel in the forest with the caption being, "how life feels when you..." (a/n idk what to put for it but just imagine it being something stupid XD)

you scoff reading his message, because the boy literally ghosted you. even when you were talking he would refuse to even glance your way.

so you take the easy route on approaching the situation.

y/n: ??????

kangtaehyun: so, i might have made a mistake...

y/n: did you send this to the wrong person? because i think you did.

you were upset and now you aren't going to hold back from expressing your anger.

kangtaehyun: ouch.

kangtaehyun: please, can we talk in person? i want to clear things up.

y/n: fine. i'm free tomorrow.

so you and taehyun will finally acknowledge each other in person. it only took like five months but you know better late then never, right?

you and taehyun decide to meet up at the local coffee shop. you decided on wearing some baggy jeans and a nice sweater. not wanting to seem like you are trying to hard (even tho you are).

you arrive after him, and you spot him at one of the comfy booths. he looks nervous. like bouncing his leg and running his hand through his hair and semi pale type of nervous. but, he looks good. taehyun is dressed in jeans, a white t-shirt, and a brown jacket. it is crazy how his outfit seems to somewhat match with yours.

after gawking at him through the window, you decide to walk in. as the bell rings, taehyun immediately looks up and walks towards you.

"hey! thank you for meeting with me," taehyun's voice wavers a bit as he talks to you. definitely proving that he is indeed very nervous. "what do you want to drink? i'll buy!"

you greet him back and tell him your order. you make your way to where his stuff was. as he stands in line, you try to prepare yourself for the conversation ahead. constantly chanting in your head that you won't be a pushover.

he makes his way to the table with your drink, and sits in the chair in front of you. immediately you thank him, and laugh shyly about how awkward this will be.

taehyun coughs a little, and decides to speak up.

"i'm sure you're wondering why i asked you to come here. but, i'm just going to say it... i fucked up big time, and i'm sorry for being such a dick." taehyun says rubbing the back of his neck.

you start to say something when he interupts. "please let me finish. i've been thinking on what to say to you since i snapped at you at the school activity. please, i really am sorry. i had just been a tad jealous when i saw you talking to beomgyu. so, i just snapped and i was out of place. and when i saw you at the dance having fun, i realized that i can't leave things the way i left them. i understand if you are still upset with me and don't want to patch things up i completely get it. i just wanted you to know how i've felt."

you collected your thoughts for a moment before speaking. "wow... um you know that when you ghosted me i was really really hurt. i so badly wanted to talk to you in person, but i figured since you did ghost me, you wanted all ties cut. since then i've grown up a bit. i realized that people just drift apart and i thought that was happening to us. i enjoyed texting you all the time in the summer, i considered you one of my closest friends... when you ignored me in person, i was so confused, why--" your voice began to crack as you tried to finish your sentence.

taehyun immediately tries reaching for your hand, but retracts it. realizing that he should respect your boundaries.

he starts, "i'm sorry i made you feel that way. it's just that... you make me so nervous. you are a person that everyone looks up to and i just was scared that i'd embarrass myself in front of you. so, that's why i would talk to you online constantly, because i could be bold." taehyun glances at your hands again and slowly inches his hands closer to yours. seeing if you would accept his gesture. after a moment of looking at you in your eyes you hold his hand slightly.

"y/n i am so sorry for ignoring you in person. i had just been so scared that you would think i'm weird or that by talking to me in person, you would want end our friendship." he gives your hand a slight squeeze.

as you start speaking, you start playing with the ring on taehyun's hand. fiddling with things while you were nervous was a common thing for you. "you know i'm not a rude person right? i wouldn't have ended our-" you gulp, "friendship over something stupid like that right? the reason why i kept talking to you is because i like how goofy and weird you are. i understand completely about being nervous. i was always so scared to approach you in person because you might think i'm socially awkward." you end your sentence with a slight giggle.

taehyun also giggles a little and his cheeks start to redden as he looks down at your fingers playing with his ring. "i know that one asshole said you were socially awkward, but that doesn't mean you are. in fact, i don't see where he got that at all."

you sigh a bit, "thanks taehyun. if you don't mind me asking, why did you reach out to me a few days ago?"

taehyun's knees began jittering nervously. "when i saw you at the dance, i realized that i needed to make things right and apologize."

you squeeze taehyun's hands, "i accept your apology, but please please please don't ever do that to me again." you say while smiling.

taehyun smiles ear to ear, and asks, "so we're good again?"

you nod your head as taehyun stands up.

"what are you doing?" you question the boys antics.

"in the summer, you said you've always wanted to go ice skating... do you want to go?"

"hmmm... yes!"

taehyun holds your hand as you walk out of the coffee shop. you and taehyun decide to walk to the rink since it is only a five minute walk. on your way to the rink you miss the way that taehyun stares at you admiring the downtown area.

his hands fit perfectly with yours. and once you guys arrive at the rink you both get confused as a couple. the man at the counter greets you two, and says "you guys came at a perfect time! couples skate just started a few minutes ago!"

taehyun asks if you're still comfortable with skating, and you nod your head in approval.

as you get your skates, taehyun takes your skates in hand and offers to put them on for you. "oh tae, you don't have to do that!" you whisper shyly.

he starts removing your shoes and says, "it's the least i could do, and besides i don't mind!" he looks up at you with red cheeks and a shy smile.

it turn out you and taehyun are horrible skaters. you guys could only move on the ice if you were grasping onto each other for dear life. that only lasted about thirty minutes on the ice before you both decided that you might end up with broken bones if you continue any longer.

you walk out of the rink hand in hand. as you realize that it is starting to get darker outside. taehyun stops a few feet in front of your car, and you only look up at him in confusion. "what's up tae?" you question the brown haired boy.

"y/n, i get it if you don't like what i'm about to say... but, i like you. in the romantic way. i have since the first night i started talking to you, i am so upset that i handled our friendship poorly. but, like you, i have grown up a bit and i've realized that i should've treated you differently. and if you don't feel the same way i totally get it, but i just needed to tell you. and i promise i won't fuck it up this time."

you comprehend what he said till you decide to speak up.

"you know tae, when we first started talking i really enjoyed talking to you as a friend... but as we talked more often, i realized that i was developing a crush on you. and when we stopped talking, i was so upset that i had let myself fall for you that easily. but, honestly those feelings never left... so, i also like you. in the romantic way of course." you end your sentence by giving taehyun's hand a squeeze.

"really? thank goodness you scared me at first. i thought i fucked up again. i was so worried--" you interupt taehyun with a quick kiss on the cheek.

"you're cute when you ramble... i'll see you at school tomorrow, okay? don't be a stangerrrr!" you say as you open your car door.

taehyun stands there in shock, while waving at you as you are reversing out of the parking spot.

oh you are so excited for what's to come.

a/n: so basically none of that happened to me in real life lol. but if you made this far plz plz reblog and heart this story. and let me know if i should write something else. xoxo

thank u to @taehyunsluvr and @lenasvoid for commenting on sweet venom and giving me inspo to finish this lol

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petitelepus · 2 years ago

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TFA cons react to Decepticon warlord having two techno organic daughters. Person A is crazy, she loves bombs, her scythe, and her dad Megatron while also being unhinged cuz of trauma past (she afraid of not being able to move her body. Will sometimes disobey mega) while person B is best friend, loyal to her and her dad orders. Weapons are blasters and hammer, she also crazy as person A but acts as older sister to her (even tho person A is the older sibling-) A is wearing that black dress and jacket I sent to ya while B is wearing cropped jacket and ripped jeans

Megatron cherishes his daughters. They get the top care they might need and they are trained to fight their own battles. Despite being fond of his daughters, he doesn't let them off the hook. He actually tries to mostly hide his daughters' organic side, but it's pretty obvious to every Con and Bot so he makes them work twice as hard to prove themselves to be worthy members of the Decepticons.

Lugnut worships his master's daughters as the future of the Decepticons. One may be chaotic and the other one loyal, but they both have the potential to rule Decepticons as one in the future. May or may not be a target of the daughter's pranks, but he blindly believes when the said daughter blames Starscream for her prank. Absolutely adored the meeker sister but thinks that she might need to toughen up a little.

Starscream will shamelessly try to use the daughters to his advantage. Will sweet talk to the more chaotic sister and try to make her stand up to her sire so he could manipulate her. He would succeed if her calmer sister wouldn't be there telling her right from wrong. Starscream might try to send the meeker sister away so he could control the chaotic one, but rarely successes.

Blitzwing is rather neutral about the daughters, but his Random personality tends to come out when talking with the more chaotic sister. They tend to talk and end up in trouble if it wasn't for Icy personality and the calmer sister stepping between. Hothead may argue but he does it only because he cares.

Blackarachnia hates both sisters because they are like she is. Imperfect, but unlike her, they are held high and above any regular Decepticons. If it was up to her she would experiment on them, but Megatron and his loyal Cons stand between them so she has to settle for Wasp or better known as Waspinator.

#creativesoultheskeletongirl #tfa #transformers animated #transformers #megatron #starscream #lugnut #blackarachnia #blitzwing #reader #reader insert #techo organic #ENJOY!

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vidyagamereference · 9 days ago

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A few of my obm MC's, no art bc i am rearranging my room (and am bad at drawing so posting hard) but writing and some headcanons under the cut

MC1:

Sexuality: gay

Name: Apollo

Pronouns: he him

Height: 5'1

Age: 27

Personality prefences: stoic, serious, gap moe, secretly cute. Preferably kinky

Looks prefences: loves people taller than him, slim figures

Personal appearance: has wavy auburn hair, pale skin, freckles galore (so many on his shoulders they look tan), and gray eyes. They have a soft jaw, a square chin, stocky limbs and a chubby figure. They have top surgery scars with black geometric tattoos over them. He has half sleeves down his forearms, one is a geometric beehive and one is a black sillhoetted forest at his wrist with a flock of birds flying out into styalized clouds that extend up to his elbow. He has a sun tattooed on one shoulder. He wears big cargo pants and little tank tops usually. Has a generally masculine, muted color kind of aesthetic with a slight military slash workout look to the clothes. (Secretly dreams of wearing "fancy clothes" like button downs and tailored slacks but doesnt think that he passes well enough to wear them. He does. He looks great in them. Hes just not there yet)

Ends up with: he is currently torn between thinking satan is the cutest person ever and wondering if he coumd dom lucifer. He cannot ever admit hes stuck between them. He suspects they are catching on (they both know. Its a competition at this point)

MC2:

Sexuality: pan + poly

Name: Valentine (v or val for short)

Pronouns: he/they/she mainly but will respond to any

Height: 5'11

Age: 32

Personality preferences: likes his partners sweet, playful, and a little dumb. Bubbly and excited are preferred but soft and calm are also Loved in this house

Looks prefences: fit, good to hug, friend shaped. Shes not picky

Personal appearance: long hair dyed pink, hair is usually in an afro (takes 3 hour showers bc of their hair care routine, gotta keep that afro hydrated), dark skin, heterochromia one golden eye one black eye, big gold wire framed glasses, body type is a little chunky and a little muscly. Yknow not like Athletic Model fit but definitely works out And can eat. Wears lots of cute clothes with a general y2k vibe and a jean jacket with paint all over (both painted intentionally and just splattered all over)

Ends up with: bestie is juggling beel n belphie and falling for asmo. I feel like the two youngest are fine sharing but idk how they would feel with adding anyone else (cue to boss music as their crush on mammon comes our of nowhere and smacks them in the face [its been building since day one, he is the last to know about it])

MC3:

Sexuality: demisexual, demiromantic, unsure on lables due to lack of data. Definitely likes men tho... probably

Name: Strix

Pronouns: they them

Height: 5'4

Age: 29

Personality preferences: likes someone who shares their hobbies (books, classic lit, poetry, animals), down to earth, chatty, reliable

Looks prefences: likes big and tall people, loves big muscly people, like big an- (its a size kink), thinks blond hair is attractive, likes bright unusual eye colors like lucifers and levis

(initially had a crush on satan bc hes tall and blond and bookish)

Personal appearance: fluffy medium brown hair with a reddish undertone and a disorder causes it to fade to a straw blond at the ends (no projection there none whatsoever haha what), lots of beauty marks, blue-green eyes. has migrane safe red coated glasses (silver frames) that they usually carry in their pocket, usually dresses casually in dark clothes, goth but low effort goth. Only wears silver jewelry. ALL THE PEIRCINGS for both ears, a nose bridge peircing, a septum, has silicone snake bites (so as not to damage teeth), and two silicone tongue peircings. The silicone peircings are all red to match with their glasses.

I forgot to add their body type so: Their ass is so fat. Their thighs?? Thick. Their face, round. Their belly? Soft. (They got a real pair of bazongas. A serious pair of gogalahungas. I mean a REAL SET of bahongadadoiker-ladunkas) basically they have an hourglass body type and are chubby.

Ends up with: levi and mammon are playing tug of war with them. They have never been happier. (they were shocked too, but the heart wants what the heart wants)

#obey me mc #obey me oc #obey me swd

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sparklingchim · 3 years ago

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long way home 21 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 2.7k

genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers, angst

rating: pg

warnings: jaykay being a huge simp for miss oc, he ,,, licks her lip gloss off his face ???? 🥸 don't ask plis, them lowkey acting like a couple but it's all platonic guys !!!!! don't worry !!!! , sad gukkie in the end 😔, his broken heart </3 awakens the lil whore in him 😐

summary: the one where jungkook gives up.

a/n: talking bout this jungkook look in this chapter <3 without the bucket hat tho !!

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08| 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 |

masterlist | long way home masterlist

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4 years ago

"You're early," you say as Jungkook slips out of his shoes in the hallway.

"Was bored at home so I figured I might as well come over." Jungkook bends down to give you a peck on the cheek.

"So that's why I kept getting Snapchat notifications from you?"

He stops, leaning away from you. "You saw and ignored me ?" There's an accusatory pitch to his voice, the perfect complement to the frown that slowly contorts his features.

"I'm doing my make-up. I don't have time for your silly snaps," you huff and turn on your heels, heading back to the living room.

Tonight Jungkook, Namjoon, Seulgi and you were going to go clubbing. It's been a while since the last time you went out so you're excited...to get drunk.

You hop onto the little cushion you have placed in front of the coffee table. You've been sitting here for a while, doing your make-up while watching a kdrama on TV.

"They weren't silly. I was showing you my outfit." Jungkook follows you and sits down somewhere behind you on the couch.

You turn around. He's wearing a black t-shirt, plad shirt on top and a leather jacket. The tight, ripped jeans he is wearing accentuates Jungkook's muscular thighs and oh wow, the holes on both knees are big enough to get a glimpse of his thighs and...you actually have to gulp to think straight again.

"I like this," you point out, tugging at the plad shirt. Your voice seems a little thick so you turn back around again and busy yourself with putting on make-up to hide your flaming cheeks. You see a little grin playing on Jungkook's lips through the small mirror placed in front of you.

"You can change the channel if you want," you offer as you put on some (actually, a lot ) blush on your cheeks.

"I don't mind."

You furrow your brows. You look at Jungkook through the mirror and notice that he's still staring at you. "Came to watch me getting ready or what?"

Jungkook shrugs. "Better than lazing around at home alone."

"You should get yourself a girlfriend then."

Jungkook nudges your back with his foot. "You don't wanna spend time with me?"

"No but, you shouldn't feel lonely."

"But it's fine when I'm with you."

"What, so you wanna spend the rest of your life with me?"

"Well, yeah?" He says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. As if he couldn't believe that you'd ever dare to ask him such a foolish question. "Obviously I am." Big round doe eyes watching you.

Instinctively, a smile flits across your face as you register Jungkook's sweet words.

"Kinda rude of you not to say anything back," Jungkook utters in the tiniest pout, mock offense leaking through this gentle voice.

"Just keep saying nice things like that and I'll consider spending my life with you."

"You act like I'm hardly being nice to you."

"You bailed on me yesterday," you remind him, grabbing the eyelash curler.

"I told you beforehand that I wasn't sure if I could make it."

"Had to get boba all by myself."

"You could've asked Seulgi?"

Yeah, you could've. But it wouldn't have been the same cause you wanted to go with him.

You don't say anything in return, focusing on making your lashes look longer.

"Watchu gonna wear?" Jungkook asks after a while, but you don't hear him. Well, yes you do actually hear him but you're in the midst of coating your lashes with mascara. Definitely not a good time to start a convo.

Jungkook pokes your side with his foot. "Jungkook," you whine and Jungkook snickers at the immediate pout that pushes at your lips.

"That's what you get for ignoring me."

You smudged the brush of your mascara on your eyelid. When you lean back from the mirror you can see how his smile has him scrunching up his nose and how he gloats over teasing you. Asshole.

"Go get me a cotton swab," you demand, tugging on Jungkook's pants to get him to stand up.

Jungkook pats your head when he brushes past you to get to the bathroom. You shoot daggers with your eyes when you feel his hand, the playful twinkle in his eyes not showing anything remotely close to remorse.

Seconds later he comes back with the cotton swab. "Want me to clean it?" He's standing next to your seated figure, looking hella tall as you look up at him.

"Need to wet it first," you answer, making a grab for the cotton swab, but Jungkook holds it out of your reach. "Huh?"

"Tongue out."

You blink.

What.

Jungkook clicks his tongue, sounding a tad bit annoyed when you don't proceed to do what he told you.

He pops one end of the swab in his mouth for a second and sits down on his knees in front of you, softly grabbing you by the chin to draw your face closer.

Your reaction to Jungkook's weird antics is a little slow - you only manage to squeak "ew" once the wet cotton touches your eyelid. Your fingers fly up to his wrist, though you don't stop him. You curl your fingers around him. "You're so disgusting." You wrinkle your nose.

"I'm just helping you." He mumbles the words to himself and you find it almost adorable how concentrated he is right now.

"Weirdo."

Jungkook tosses the cotton swab on the table after he's done. He remains seated next to you, leans back against the couch and plants his feet on the carpet.

You subtly sneak a peek at Jungkook, his ripped jeans rousing emotions in you that has your skin prickle with a thin layer of heat. Your best friend looks hot today.

Forcing your attention back to finish your make-up, you screw your lip gloss and brush the applicator over your lips. You cover the whole of your lips in the sparkling substance.

"What?" you ask when you see Jungkook staring at you applying lip gloss. You turn to him, holding the lip gloss close to his face. There's a faint dust of pink on his cheeks when you meet his eyes. "Want some?"

He shoves your wrist away.

"Tastes like cherry," you coax him, putting a little more on your lips before you smack your mouth for emphasis.

"I'll pass."

You screw the lip gloss shut and place it on the table.

"Are you ready soon? Namjoon's always on my ass when I'm running late."

"Yeah, just need to change," you reply, leaning on Jungkook's shoulders to get to your feet.

Padding to your bedroom you start to rid yourself of your clothes. You change your bra into a strapless one. Then you grab the black dress from your bed that you selected earlier and quickly change into it. It's a pretty dress you've recently bought. It has a straight neckline and is long-sleeved, but it only reaches mid-thigh and has a slit at the side.

You puff in frustration when you have trouble zipping up your dress.

"Jungkook?" you call him and try with impatient hands to close the zip yourself, but it's no use.

A few seconds later you hear his footsteps on the floor approaching your bedroom.

"What's wrong, baby?" he slowly opens the door and peers in with his head. His eyes are wide when he takes in your whole figure.

You show him the backside of your unzipped dress. "Help me, please."

Jungkook chuckles at your helpless state.

Soon you feel his hand gently pushing your hair to one side of your shoulder. He zips up your dress in a matter of seconds. You don't wanna complain, but feeling his hands on you felt nice. Made you feel fuzzy inside.

"You look really fucking pretty."

The giddy feeling grows at his gaze. You stand on tippy toes to peck his cheek and beam a "thank you".

As you pull back, you see the subtle rosy mark of your mouth on Jungkook's cheek. "Oops."

But then Jungkook swipes a fingers over the shiny stain on his cheek pops his tongue out to give it a little lick.

"What are you-" you stop yourself, looking at him in disbelieve.

"You made me curious with the cherry flavour."

You walk to your bedside table to grab a tissue. "You haven't even had a sip of alcohol and you're already acting so weird."

"Yeah but you're the one who transforms into the weirdest person on earth when you're drunk."

"Pschh," you shush him, trying to wipe the lip gloss off his face as best you can. "We don't talk about that."

Jungkook chuckles and playfully jabs you in the side.

You jerk at that. "Yah, I had enough of that today." You press the tissue against his chest and leave the room.

"Come back to me," you hear Jungkook whine in the back.

You're on your third drink of the night.

Despite your plans to get drunk, you're still pretty much sober.

Namjoon has been getting you drinks he thinks are "so goddamm delicious", but every time you have to disappoint him with an involuntary grimace after taking a small sip.

You shouldn't have told him that you wanted to try something new tonight. Because now he's coming back to your table with his fourth attempt to make you like some of his favourites.

"Here." Namjoon presents you another drink. He sits down next to Seulgi. "This one is really good. I promise."

Warily, you give it a try.

When Namjoon doesn't see you pulling a grimace he says, "See? I told you it was good."

"You said that all the times before. This is the fourth drink," Seulgi points out.

Namjoon shrugs. "My job is done here." His gaze wanders from the bar to the crowd of people dancing on the dance floor. He clasps his hands. "I'm just gonna..." He walks into the crowd of people and you hope he won't try to impress a girl with his poor choices of drinks.

You feel the glass slip in your hand as Jungkook takes it. He's been sitting next you all night.

You watch him taste it. "Isn't this a little too strong for you?"

"Yeah, but I didn't want him get me another one. So I didn't say anything."

"He would've spent the whole night trying to find something you'd like," Seulgi says, sipping on her own drink.

"You think we'll see him again?" you ask Jungkook, pointing at the crowd where Namjoon has disappeared.

"Nah, he told me he needed to get his mind off things today."

You notice a guy looking at you from across the club. He's leaning against the bar counter. You intuitively you move closer to Jungkook. He immediately understands, resting his warm hand on your thigh. And as quickly as the guy eyed you up and down he spins around.

Having Jungkook as your friend comes in handy sometimes.

"Oh, me too," Seulgi groans.

Your eyebrows furrow at that. Nothing has happened in her life recently that should make her say something like that.

"Why?" you inquire.

"I'll tell you later." She pushes the glass you had placed on the table into your hand. "Let's get drunk and then dance, please."

"But..." You examine the drink in your hands. "I don't wanna drink this."

"What do you want? Lemme get you something," Jungkook offers. He holds his empty glass up. "Gonna get myself something too."

"Strawberry Daiquiri, please."

As Jungkook leaves, you feel Seulgi's gaze on you.

You cock your head to the side. "What's up?"

Seulgi downs the rest of her drink. "I don't understand you."

Scooting a little closer to her - now that Jungkook's gone, you can feel the looks of many men ogling at Seulgi and you - you change glasses with Seulgi because whatever it was that Namjoon had got for you, it was a bit too much.

"Watchu mean?"

"I just don't get why you and Jungkook don't...y'know, try to be more than friends."

You quirk an eyebrow but Seulgi remains unfazed. She's confronted you with this question multiple times - most of the times with a sharp sideway glance at Jungkook, eyebrows up on her forehead and then back at you.

"Never."

"At least fuck him?"

"Seulgi."

"You don't think he's fuckable? Y/n, please. Don't tell me you haven't been staring at those thighs all night 'cause I certainly did."

"Jungkook is handsome, but that's not the point."

"Then tell me. What's stopping you?"

You tap a manicured finger on the round of the glass. A sigh escapes your lips.

"What?" she asks. "Does he not meet your standards? Is he not enough for you?"

"I - I don't know."

Seulgi wears a questioning look on her face. "What do you mean you don't know?"

"I don't wanna ruin what we have right now." You shrug. "I don't want things to get weird between us. I mean, yeah, I shouldn't assume what could happen without even trying but ... I don't wanna risk anything. Not with Jungkook." You nibble at your bottom lip. "I can't imagine my life without Jungkook. And I don't wanna lose him because of something stupid that could've easily been avoided."

"As long as I have him in my life I don't care in which relation to me. I just need him," you tell her.

"Jungkook's got you wrapped around his finger," Seulgi says.

"No." you frown, deeply in denial. "I just really like him."

You switch glasses with Seulgi again and take a big sip of whatever Namjoon had ordered.

"Let's talk about something else."

"I just don't get why you and Jungkook don't...y'know, try to be more than friends."

Jungkook comes to an abrupt halt.

Had he really just hear Seulgi say that? To you?

Jungkook shouldn't be listening on your conversation. He knows that. But he had to know your answer to Seulgi's question.

"Never."

Was this his instant karma for eavesdropping?

Jungkook feels something twist in his stomach with a strange pain.

It's not like he expected a different answer. But maybe there was a spark of hope that made his heart beat a little faster.

He almost starts walking again when he hear Seulgi asking, "At least fuck him?"

And that catches his attention again.

"Seulgi."

"You don't think he's fuckable? Y/n, please. Don't tell me you haven't been staring at those thighs all night Cause I certainly did."

He's noticed your glances. But he didn't think anything of it.

"Jungkook is handsome, but that's not the point."

Jungkook has spent a lot of time thinking about what he could do or change for you to make you like him the way he likes you. So what is he missing?

"What?" Seulgi asks. "Does he not meet your standards? Is he not enough for you?"

Jungkook gulps.

Suddenly the whole club is silent. And he's waiting for your answer. Seconds pass and you don't say a single word.

All at once, every cell in Jungkook's body becomes ice cold and every part of him freezes. His feet are frozen in place. He can't move. Jungkook needs to know what you're gonna say next.

He must look ridiculous right now - standing quietly in a club while everyone around him is dancing, chatting and laughing.

"I - I don't know."

Everything is silent in Jungkook's ears, but at that moment, he heard his heart breaking. Right in the middle. And Jungkook knows he isn't imagining it, because he felt it. It's deep and painful and so intense.

And that's Jungkook's cue to turn around and leave.

Jungkook doesn't allow himself to dwell on his feelings. He shouldn't be having them in the first place. It was his own fault. His own stupidity.

So he walks back to the bar, putting both drinks on the counter. He exhales deeply and stares at the marbled counter to calm himself.

In the corner of his eye sees a woman standing right next to him. Jungkook looks at her. She has a playful, teasing smile on her crimson lips. And soon, he feels himself looking at her the same way.

"Hey," Jungkook says.

"Hi." She bats her eyelashes. "Can I have that?" She points her finger at the Strawberry Daiquiri he had originally ordered for you.

"Of course." He hands her the drink. Jungkook won't come back to you anyway.

"What's your name, pretty?"

She giggles at the pet name.

"I'm Sora."

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love-toxin · 2 years ago

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always smelling like/having something of the four’s on you :( wearing Steve’s blue jeans or jerseys that fit ever so slightly bagging on you to the point you always feel engulfed in him even though he’s away. wearing Robin’s rings and jewelry that always make her hands so pretty when she holds you or cups your face before a barrage of kisses. stealing Eddie’s leather jackets/band tees because they smell like sweet tobacco smoke and late night giggling with notes of tender love. always having Nancy’s back-up tube of lipstick or perfume roller in your pocket for when she wants to touch up from completely ingraining her skin and lips against yours. :( I’m so soft

Bonus points for: Jonathan’s camera with the worn straps, Argyle’s hats with little doodles drawn on the undersides of the brims, Chrissy’s kitten-soft cardigans and sweaters, and Billy’s sacred Polaroids of the west coast with dates and memories scribbled on the back :( miss Ellie I love all of them sO MUCH-

IM GONNA SOB. ANON UR ADDING YEARS TO MY LIFE ♡

Steve's blue jeans are classic, well-worn, denim soft to the touch. He pulls them up and fastens them for you on your hips, his fingers lingering there once they're set and the denim bunches up around your ankles. These ones are yours, your pair, that you can stretch or shrink or belt or do anything you want with. Splatters of paint on the shins from when he helped Dustin paint his bedroom, smelling strongly of his cologne--he sprayed a little extra on them so it'll stick to you. His smile brightens the room when he leans back to take a look at you, so soft and pretty in his pants. He knows you're gonna keep stealing his anyways, but if he minded, he wouldn't leave his closet open whenever he wanders away to use the bathroom or get a drink when you're over. It's worth it to have to dig in his father's dusty closet to find something to wear if he gets to see you in his clothes forevermore.

Robin has so much jewelry you don't know what to make of it all. Rings, necklaces, watches, bracelets--they make up a little ocean of silver and gold across the top of her dresser, a cracked mirror propped up for her to check them all out. They're unorganized, some a little tangled together. Easy for you to sneak something here and there just to wear it when you're both out together. It's a way for you to hold hands without your fingers touching, some divine show of ownership. You wear her rings, fiddle with her necklaces, you show off the glitz and glitter of her jewelry like it's a crown marking your royal status. It sometimes doesn't occur to her that you're wearing them until she's too close to hide her shyness, her cheeks a rosy hue as she swallows at the sight of her favourite pendant hanging around your neck. So pretty, you're the prettiest in the world--and you can have as much as you want, so long as she gets to see those gleaming gold and silver accents contrast your glowing skin.

Eddie's leather jacket is sacred. Pins piercing the fabric in perfect array, leather frayed in the way it's supposed to for it to fit perfectly. It carries the scent of tobacco and pot and the smell of his hair, both shampoo and cologne a sickly sweet-musky combo that floods your senses when he puts it over your shoulders. It's heavy for that frame of yours, but you keep it up, and he's struck with pride. What he wouldn't give to rip all those clothes off and leave you in nothing but his jacket. He could wear the stains of your sweat on the inner lining, could lift it to his nose and inhale the smell of you and instantly feel that head rush that's better than any special shit he could get off Rick. That thought is what pushes him to let you have it, to zip it up and tell you to keep it safe. Your doe eyes when you ask him if he's gonna do something dangerous, something scary, again. And he just laughs, despite knowing how worried you really are. Because Eddie knows he'll never run away again--but he also won't leave you to fret and cry at the thought of losing him, never again. Not his little angel.

Nancy's lipstick leaves a stain wherever she kisses you. Smudges, smears, blurs, brightens her skin when she's dragging you up and down against her lips, angling you so she can get every inch that she wants to mark. Prim, proper Nancy is also the martyr Nancy, the same hands that apply her lipstick with a delicate touch also wield the guns and fire and violence that you owe your life to. Her breath raises those goosebumps to your skin, lips pursed to suck one harsh, defining bruise in your skin through her teeth. One small, purplish splotch ringed with scarlet lipstick, made permanent only in your dreams as Nancy finally pulls herself off of you. Fishing in your back pocket, she produces those two tubes that she knows she'll always find on you--and with a practiced hand, she reapplies her lipstick and uncaps her roller to dust her throat with perfume, ensuring an image just as pristine as she arrived with when she wipes those smudged lines from her fair skin. Perfection.

Jonathan has little else but that. His camera. Beat up and old, cracked lens replaced with a cheaper but unbroken one, leather straps thinner than they were but still holding strong. There's no hope in affording a brand new one, much less a nice one, but the smile on your face when he bashfully gifts it to you makes it feel like he gave you the world. You don't have to take it, it's a piece of crap, I just thought you might want something to start--and you're kissing away those mumbled worries from his lips, eyes glowing with adoration as you hold it close to your chest. The strap fits perfectly around your neck, leather sliding against your skin and soft, already broken in by years of use. The first photo you take, lens held up with careful fingers, is of him. Off-colour and standing nervously, smile shy but sincere. You'll keep that forever, that one and many more framed up in the house you'll share one day.

Argyle loves many things, and few of those love him back. You slot into that category, he's sure, which is how he finds himself drawing out his love on the brim of his most precious cap. The underside, of course, to keep it secret--but almost nobody would decipher the symbols that represent you. A sun, a flower, a cluster of stars, a line of poetry he read once in school that fits you perfectly, makes the words stick in his head because they always make him think of you. His heart thuds against his ribs like it's trying to break out when you put that Surfer Boy visor on your head, plucking it off his own just to giggle and spin it to wear it like you've seen him do. Your awed gaze turned upward to survey those doodles when you notice them, and the smile you show off when you take it off to look at them closer...that's enough in itself. More than he could ask for, yet only a snippet of what he'll get when he finally brings himself to admit who those lovelorn drawings are for.

Chrissy's sweaters are a statement. Cheerleader. Princess. Hawkins' Sweetheart. When you wear each one, they spell out her love on your sleeves, her devotion to give you things so precious that she wouldn't hand over for anything else. Baby pink and mint green and pale yellow, blue and white and lavender and peach and all the colours that crystallize in the sky when a rainbow forms after a storm. That's what you feel like to her, that's what you are--a precious, pretty splatter of colours in her comparably dull world, the reward she's been blessed with after a life of locked doors and tears and a churning stomach. Your skin spells out so much more when the soft fabric of her clothing bristles against it, more than anything she ever hoped for herself. You wear them, and all she sees is love.

Billy can recall the dates with almost complete accuracy. Each polaroid pinched between your delicate fingers has a story, a life behind it that you've never seen, but one that Billy remembers with relative fondness. Some are punctuated with painful memories, but those ones he glosses over and you move on to the next. He sits by your side on the floor, leaned against his bed, a cigarette perched between his lips and music playing quietly for once in the background, and you hold out each of the photos spread out in a vast array between both of your legs. Smoke stings your lungs but smoothes the ache in his chest, the burn that flares up when he's faced with image after image of that beach, those waves, and that smiling blonde in the sunhat that he was forced to leave behind. It didn't dawn on him before, but your piqued curiosity and the giggles and "awww!"s you fill the room with at seeing his baby pictures spark a new idea in his mind, and a smirk on his face. Those memories from the west coast have been replayed to death in his mind, those pictures old and fraying--he needs new ones. Ones that will never make him ache or burn with regret. Photos of you.

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stellarmelodies04 · 2 years ago

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FACT About My Sona Why did she apply to a camp? she drop out of school many times but she graduated at high school she is not interested on collage instead she is looking for a job, she was hire as waitress but her jobs did not go well due to lack communicated, she found a promotion poster for camp willow that maybe she can learn from camp willow to communicated well and oh boy does she in for a ride :)

Why does she brought her own cats? she is an autism fragile, anxious when it comes to camping she does not like stranger eye contact she once join camping when she was elementary without her cats but she can't not sleep nigth at the forest she need someone to a company her her teacher promise to company her but forget leaving her scared but some camp counsler guard and company her to sleep well thats why she brougth her cats just in case

Apperance her face is chubby it can poke her, or squishing her face but she will gets anoying her hair are dark brown and her eyes are like big eye with brown pupil, she is geneticly america asia she has a lil fangs and average her boobs are averagely big, her tummy are sorta fat, her hands are average (sorry i can't draw hands well) but really soft like her legs has a uniform camp willow, pink jackets, blue jeans pants and brown boots

she smell like flowers perfume cause she been using that

if they kiss her it tasted like sour sweet mint and the mint was because she brush her teeth

Hobbies drawing she loves drawing she could draw for her friends probably drawing the forest nature she wanna be an animator one day singging she is nervous when singing on the stage her voice whould be very quite soft that you can't not hear what it said but when she sing alone her voice are beautiful she is a gamer playing among us and minecraft with her friends, she has this japan rpg underated game call Mo4, she has a game boy advance on her laptop playing pokemon emeralds, golden sun, zelda and the minish cap, sonic advance and battle swimming is kind of like her mother but not too pro just simple fishing her dad told about fishing before he was pass

Extra she has sketch book and pencil, she has her phone brand samsung and a cat chain, she has her handkerchife for sneezing and cleaning up, she wear a mask because her shyness she likes to have a mask

About her she is very shy and introverted getting crowd whould drain her but she try to intereacted, she is kind and caring, sometime when thing get intens like serious argument she gets the moods easliy get angry her famliy was rich after acident happen is now average

does she have any other language beside english yup she can speak indonesia, taglong, japan and spain she allow harper to learn italy

whats her relationship status she has been in a relationship she has a girlfriend tho she cheat on with a guy realize that she looks like her dads she learn that cheating is not good she broke up with them they still being friend so she single

Relationship camp counselor Harper at first it was strange but over time getting close to him she think that he is just some silly friends she is comfortable with him :) Gavin she was tired of gavin flirting but it becomes like having a little brother Sophie its like her bestie their both love butterfly and she made a lunch box for her Jazz its like a mother for her, she put a trust on jazz because is the one who lead the decision, she told about why she distance to dante dante when she first look at him she is not scared at all of what people think of him she think it looks pretty handsome and cute but when dante use his humor it remided about his dad so she distance to him, jazz told dante about why she distance

sorry for writing this so long I hope you don't mind also its 30% parts of me I'm not an America and I'm not in any relationship at all i have like none this is just my counselor mc sona for @campwillowpeak

#camp willowpeak #camp willowpeak mc #camp willowpeak counselor oc #cwp vn #camp willowpeak vn #art #mspaint #my oc art #my sona #i'll be honest i am scared to disappointed

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miekasa · 4 years ago

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Things the aot characters would match with u ?

Eren

Sneakers. It makes him somewhat giddy when you guys wear them at the same time, particularly if it was unplanned.

He just thinks they look nice, and it’s something that you guys can match with that doesn’t look completely obvious or cringe. You can wear them at the same time or on your own, but for Eren it’s really just knowing that you’re wearing something he bought you.

Not matching matching per se, but one of my favorite things to think about is Eren having his key necklace, and buying you one with a lock on it. Again, matching but not over the top.

Jean

Maybe simple jewelry? Like plain, gold or silver bracelets/rings—nothing too much, but you guys still know it’s there. Watches might be a bigger splurge, but he’s willing to do it, especially if they’re nice and classy.

Once he knows you’re okay with jewelry, you’ve gotta be careful with him. He’ll ice you out if you don’t stop him. He has a sorta refined taste where you’ll get something, and think “Hey, this is really nice,” and then boom, the price tag could pay for your courses for a semester.

Other little things like matching/coordinating phone cases, you guys each having mugs from the same place, even little charms on your keychains that match together.

Water bottles. This was more so him buying you one (and yes, it was an overpriced Hydroflask) to make sure you’re drinking enough water. If you don’t think he’ll force feed it to you if he notices that your bottle is heavy, then you thought wrong.

Levi

Lots of the things are pretty practical, and are the result of Levi buying it for you because he thought you needed it, or needed a better version of it; so, in a way, it’s not intended to match, but because he buys what he already has and knows works, you end up with a copy, so inadvertent matching 😌

For example, he’ll buy you mittens or gloves if you don’t have any, or if he thinks the ones you have are shit and need better insulation. They happen to be the same ones he has because he knows those work, so now you’re matching. Same goes for things like lunch boxes, water bottles, even the towels in your apartment.

Plants. Again, he probably intervened saying you need some source of fresh air in your house, or something smart like that. If you don’t have a green thumb, don’t worry because he’s practically taking care of it for you. Occasionally he’ll note how your plant is doing in comparison to his and it’s pretty cute to hear his little plant parent rambles while he’s watering them.

Matching aprons. It’s cute, don’t let him tell you otherwise; and if he does, you know he’s fronting, because he always wears his when he’s cooking, anyway.

Connie

Tattoos if you’re down for it. It can be as simple or stupid or extravagant as you want, you honestly have full control over the design even tho it’s going on his body please. He doesn’t care—he trusts you, and he wants to match with you, so whatever you want, wherever you want it!

Sneakers for him too, but I think he’d go as far as to have matching/coordinating outfits with you. Particularly sweats and crew necks and hoodies, and if you guys are traveling together, then you’re more than likely matching at the airport.

He probably put some stupid sticker or decal on your car that you’re stuck with now. Good luck. He put the same shit on his so at least you can look dumb together.

Armin

Stickers, whether it be on your laptop or phone case or water bottle or even just in your room; he’s got one and you’ve got one.

Stuffed animals. He has a lot that he just buys for you, but you guys go on a Build-a-Bear date and make bears of each other at some point, and it’s kinda cute. He keeps his on a shelf close to his bed so it’s safe and sound.

Stationary, like pencil cases and pens and such. They don’t have to be fancy with your initials engraved at the top, but you guys buy them in sets of 2 so you have the same stuff, and get cases to store everything that match, too.

Porco

Something cute that you put in his car that he doesn’t have the heart to remove, no matter how much he bitches about it. Like those little sticky rubber ducks with the glasses that go on your dash.

Gym bags. Yes, he’s a gym bro. No, he doesn’t care if you’re not. Allegedly they were “two for one” at the Adidas outlet, so now you’ve got one. It can double as a duffle bag if you’re not getting any practical gym use of it.

You could probably get him to wear matching rings as long as they’re not too obvious; just a simple gold band is really the furthest he’ll go (he never takes it off, but don’t point it out or he’ll chuck it at you).

Mikasa

Some kind of accessory—bracelets, hats, necklaces, scarves. She’s into that kinda stuff, just don’t make a big deal of it when you’re in public or she’ll get embarrassed please.

Pins. You’ve got one on your jacket and she’s got one on her book bag or something. Again, they don’t have to be identical; you can get two different Pokémon, or references to a show you both like.

Lipstick. You don’t have to both wear it at the same time, but it’s still something sweet to have.

Sasha

Charm bracelets! The charms themselves don’t all have to be identical (tho at least one of them would be), but just the fact that you guys both have them and are collecting charms at a similar rate is cute.

Definitely matching cups or mugs or something of the like. Kitchen towels with the same pattern or each other’s initials on them. Matching shot glasses, too, obviously.

Your home/lock screens match, too. Pictures of each other from the same day or of the same scenery or something. She always lets you know when she’s gonna change hers so you can change yours too.

Annie

Hoodies. They can be solid colored, or two if the same ones just in different colors. Hoodies are kind of her go-to look, and nothing that draw too much attention anyways; so she doesn’t mind having the same one as you.

Backpacks. Again, they don’t have to be exactly the same and can be relatively simple in design; and is something most people have anyway, so it’s not outlandish. She seems like a Kanken kinda girl, so you both can have one in different colors.

Pieck

Jewelry. Strikes me as the type to be okay with getting each other’s initials on necklaces or earrings or something, but it could also be more covert like having each other’s birthstones on a pendant.

Speaking of stones, you’re getting crystals whether you like it or not. They will be on your nightstand, they will be in your car, they will be in your jacket pocket, they might even be in your bra and don’t ask her how she got them there without you knowing. They’re in hers too if that makes you feel any better.

Hange

Jackets or sweaters. Wanna say matching cardigans in particular, and yeah, they’re pretty ugly but that’s the point! To bask ironically in the pointed ugliness of them all so much that it becomes cute to you.

Snow globes. Hange is obsessed with them, whenever you travel they collect one and sometimes even if they just pass a store at home and see two unique (translation: weird looking) ones, they’ll pick them up. So, congrats.

Socks with funky patterns on them. Beer bottles, weed plants, zodiac signs, dinosaurs—whatever Hange buys, they buy in packs of two so at least you’ll never run out of ankle socks.

#anonymous #aot x reader #eren x reader #levi x reader #levi fluff #jean x reader #porco galliard x reader #connie springer x reader #that's enough bye #nan*mi would have matching aprons n oven gloves too but i dont wanna think about that man alright #minicanons

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strawberry-nugget · 3 years ago

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Oddly specific bnha headcanons

Characters: Deku, Bakugo, Kirishima, Kaminari, Jirou, All Might, Endeavor, Hawks, Dabi

A/N: I'm finally back from my mini hiatus and I finally finished a part of my never ending cursed head canons and I also hit a new milestone so I feel like you all deserve this attempt of mine at comedy for the love I've been getting...I'm also sorry, this is a wild ride, and as you're reading you might wonder why did I make these? And the answer is, simply, because I can 😭, no lol though true... I'm soft so if these made you laugh and you leave an LMAO comment I'll think about it forever uwu. I've talked about most of these with my dear friend @aichiin, who is an amazing artist whom should support in all platforms uwu bye

Warnings: some of this content is NSFW, 18+, so if you're under 18 DO NOT INTERACT

Disclaimer: everyone is at least of 18 years of age

• I can't explain why, and we've seen Endeavor texting shoto in canon but... I feel like probably his texts look like this: …..shoto why aren't you Answering your phone…

….tell fuyumi to make you soba… .

… ……are you still friends with that rude boy from school..

…I don't want any take out dont get any for me tell natsuo that I'm sorry and try to ask him if he's changed his mind about forgiving me.…

• All might opens a Facebook account a month before the beloved class graduates as his way to keep on touch with everyone after they're off to fight crime and lives his life as the ultimate Facebook mom and thinks he's texting people but apparently posting on your Facebook wall isn't texting. He has probably made a thousand posts asking midoriya how it works until people just, they just, accept it, I guess, there's nothing else they can do. He uses the Facebook mom tulip emoji and writes in all cap. Give him credit for being so sweet tho.

And probably it goes like this: "💞🥰🌷🤣WHAT AN AMAZING SUNDAY. GOOD MORNING YOUNG MIDORIYA HOW HAVE YOU BEEN" Ofc he will not hesitate to use all these emojis unironically, in fact, he doesn't know that is the ironic use of an emoji, leave him alone

(Comments on the post most probably go like this: Bakugo: I EXIST TOO YOU OLD HAG, FUCK YOU DEKU, I DIDN'T BRING YOU TO THIS WORLD BUT I SURE WILL TAKE YOU OUT. MOTHERFUCKER.

Denki: mister al mght do we have english tomorrow ?

Momo: @denki, no but we have literature, hello mister all might sir, have a nice day too

All might: YOUNG BAKUGO PLEASE WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE 🤣 YOUNG KAMINARI, AS YOUNG YAOYOROZU SAID YOU HAVE LITERATURE AFTER MY CLASS📜 HAVE A BEAUTIFUL EVENING YOUNG YAOYOROZU🌷

• I'm sorry for this but.... Midoriya, Denki and Kirishima probably lick their finger after they absolutely drill it in their noses but here's the deal

Midoriya inspects what he fished out like thoroughly, Denki dissociates while staring at it, and Kirishima does so straight out of his nose

• Someone told Shoto that Saiki K is based on true events and he genuinely believes it and tries to find Saiki K, claiming that he is the answer to all of his problems. Is very subtle about it tho.

• I think that in part one of these atrocious head canons we established that Keigo would willingly put effort to find the clit, right? Listen he probably asks what's the concept of the clit, like why is it outside and not inside- wait you have another spot inside, yeah? He's is so confused and for what? Won't stop for it mid sex but he searches reproduction organ anatomy later on on google because he brought some questions in his brain that need answers. On the clit. You heard me right.

• Dabi looks like he once had a break up that was so rough that he opened a Twitter just to drag the other person down. For once, I won't go into detail and will let your imaginations run wild.

• I have to do a a cursed one for Bakugo right? Well yeah uhm, he probably was caught flexing his muscles in the mirror during vacation, totally naked too, by one of his friends in his group and screamed in a high pitched voice and picked up that little hotel room fridge to cover himself up and chased them around the hotel room until he just crushed the poor item. To the floor? Because he tried to use it as a cover up and it just slipped... It's even worse if the friend was a potential s/o. He'll scream like one of the screaming/simping TikTok sounds.

• Bakugo also really hates chairs. Idk why I have this headcanon, but I know it in my heart that this man, as an adult, only has those round weird- ish IKEA stools around the kitchen table that's all. No more chairs. Nothing.

• this is too self indulgent but Kirishima and Deku look like the people who, while washing forks, spoons etc they create whole stories about them and treat them like characters, and others would just look at them so confused as to why it takes 16 minutes to wash off a spoon and why are they also crying but you wouldn't understand. This spoon is Cinderella. Back off and let. them. finish. their. stories.

• I feel like Jirou has phases where she only wants to wear black but then she sees a nice pair of jeans and buys it, and then buys some more and then she gets mad about having blue jeans and she dyes them, but then she grows out of that phase for a few months and she tries to find ways to make the fabric paint fade away

• I also think that she, after spending a little time with Momo, spends money on a lot of clothes, and it's not like Momo buys too many clothes, but Jirou always wants to upgrade her wardrobe and ends up feeling lost on what she wants to wear

• Denki and Kirishima turn into the same person a little more every single time they hang out together. You'll listen to Denki say 'manly' all the time and Kirishima starts trying to find leather jackets that look cool on him, and just adopts Dennis speaking habits.

#bnha #katsuki bakugou #bakugou x reader #bnha fanfiction #denki kaminari #kirishima x reader #eijirou kirishima #momo yaoyozoru #endeavor #dabi x reader #dabi #all might #mha #bnha fan fiction #bnha cursed heacanons

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anystalker707 · 4 years ago

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Pleasantly Surprising

Pairing: Gerard x Reader Word count: ~ 4 000 Genre: Fluff / Enemies to lovers Summary: (Y/n) meets a nice group of guys in a concert. Warning: Blood, but no violence or wounds description.

Requested on Wattpad

a/n: This one if for you blood kink bastards </3

(Y/p) = Your pronouns

Feeling the cold night air filling my lungs with a faint smell of grass is much better than the smoky and sweaty, heavy air present among the public that gets worse near the mosh pit. I lean back against the brick wall, feeling the cold surface through the thick jeans of my jacket, digging into my shoulder blades as I try to control my breathing, quietly watching the band leaving the stage to give place to another.

My throat feels dry, aching the slightest after I swallow around the sharp and cold breaths, so I look around for a stand to buy at least a soda, ankling over to the nearest one. The line isn't actually that long – thank hell –, but that doesn't prevent a random bastard from trying to cut in line.

"Hey, what in the fuck you think you're doing?" I raise an eyebrow, pulling them back by their collar and they just look at me with this sulky face, bottom lip sticking out and lip ring glowing lightly under the reduced lighting. "No cutting in!"

"Says who?" they retort bitterly. "What you gonna do about it?"

"Aw, bold, aren't we?" I raise an eyebrow, glancing down and... the motherfucker is wearing school clothes, lacking the tie and shirt untucked. Private school. "What are you? Not like the other kids? The line isn't even that long, stupid."

"Fuck off," they sigh, shrugging out of my grip and harshly fixing their clothes.

"Frank– Fuck, Frank, the hell, can't we leave you alone for a single second?" A random voice suddenly interrupts our interaction before a tall person approaches, a motherly and worried air lacing their gaze. They look from me to Frank before exhaling, raising an eyebrow, at which Frank shrugs. "I'm sorry for whatever Frank did, he–"

"Fuck, no, Ray!" Frank cuts them off, "you're not playing the good guy here! I was just trying to–"

"Trying to cut in the line, yeah, very nice of you, isn't it?" I roll my eyes, twisting my mouth. At least he isn't lying, but is he stupid or something? Why would he try to convince us what he was trying to do was alright?

It looks like Frank is going to argue for a second, but ends up just groaning through gritted teeth and looking away with a sigh and tense shoulders.

Ray doesn't look any amused, only observing Frank like who looks at a puzzle after having tried to solve it for weeks without success. They shake their head, turning to me instead. "I'm Ray, he/him, nice to meet you. Sorry for Frank, what he did is... unfortunately usual."

I observe him looking at him from head to toes. School uniform just like Frank's, tucked shirt, loose tie. "Hi. I'm (y/n), (y/p). And don't worry, I would've done the same," I breathe, looking away from the two to hand the person behind the counter the money after pointing to the drink I want.

"What?" Frank gasps. "You would've done the same and still acted all like that towards me?"

I roll my eyes, sighing. "Me doing it doesn't mean I like being affected by it." I grab the change, shoving it in my pocket then step aside for Frank and Ray, cracking the can open.

"Y'know–" Frank crosses his arms over his chest, throwing his nose in the air, "–my momma says that you should treat the others as you want to be–"

"Aw, honey, so you'd like me cutting in the line right in front of you? Shamelessly?" I raise an eyebrow at him, unable to hold back a grin when his face gets bright red, hands balling into fists. Not gonna lie, it's kinda cute how he twists his mouth. Frank is about to curse when Ray is shoving a couple of cans into his hands – a sigh leaves his lips instead. "Two for each?" I question and sip on my drink.

Frank smirks, looking at me with humor. "Yeah, wanna watch me drink them at once?"

Ray rolls his eyes at Frank, shoving him out of the way after noticing there were people behind them. "We're actually with two other friends. Are you alone here? Do you wanna come along?" He smiles, ignoring Frank's complaints, so I opt for doing the same.

"I guess that'd be nice," I hum, shrugging. Otherwise, I'd be going home right now and Ray actually seems nice... I mean, Frank does too, but I'm not feeding his ego.

The other two stand against a brick wall when we find them, both quietly chatting to each other until seeing us approaching. The first one doesn't exactly react, more interested in the can Ray hands him, but the second, greasy punk, hums questioningly, straightening their posture as taking a good look at me almost like I did to Frank earlier. "And who are you?"

"(Y/n), (y/p)," I mutter, looking at them from over the rim of the can, taking a sip of my drink.

"Found lying in the trash when I approached," Frank adds, but doesn't seem so confident after I playfully shove him aside.

"Gerard, he/they," Gerard replies, eyes never averting away from mine. What is he, kind of a gang leader? Got a hell of an ego, though a bit differently from Frank – I'm noticing a pattern here, huh. "Mikey, he/him," he continues, nodding to the other guy.

I throw my empty can in a trashcan before leaning in towards Gerard. He tries to escape the touch, but he's against a wall, there's nowhere to go. How cute. "Belleville High," I say, finally able to make out what the small black letters embroidered on the chest area says, and step away, allowing Gerard to breathe. "Isn't it that private school? Catholic one? Wow, who'd know I'd find BH students here!"

"Stereotyping, are we?" Frank raises an eyebrow. It's impossible holding back a smile at him.

"No, never," I chuckle. "It's just a... rare occurrence. You came here right after school?"

"Not really." Ray shakes his head. "Just didn't have the opportunity to change. Good thing it's Friday, tho," he chuckles humorlessly and I nod in a silent agreement.

"And where do you study?" Frank takes a better look at my face. "If you study, that is."

I scoff, but don't reply just yet. Mikey is the most tidied up out of the four whereas Gerard has his tie loose around his neck, shirt untucked, blazer all wrinkled. "Of course I study, dumbass!" I glare. "But I'm in the public school near the park. But I've seen you before." I nod towards Gerard. "Just don't know where."

Gerard's eyes narrow. "Are you sure?"

"It's not always that I see a greasy vampire looking around, so yeah."

A silence hovers between us for a moment, both of us staring at each other until he feigns unamusement, looking away – I smile with a stupid pride swelling in my chest.

The night ends with us exchanging numbers after a solid hour of joking around and throwing sarcastic insults at each other. Teasing Gerard was particularly fun because he often ran away from the whole joking or at least tried to and even Mikey laughed when it failed, though sometimes succeeding when Frank finally managed to get the spotlight on himself. Ray is sweet, despite being the perfect example for 'looks like a cinnamon roll, but can actually kill you.'

Gerard got my attention, to be honest.

Saturday and Sunday go by quite slowly and thankfully texting the guys every five minutes doesn't make it as depressing as usual. Texting Gerard isn't the same as texting Frank – who replies a text to each word I send him –, however. Gerard often replies with a word or a vague comment and guess what? I'm only more interested.

No Gerard manages to slip between my thoughts during school, but it ends up happening as soon as I step past the gates. Belleville high, isn't it? Shitty elite, but they don't really seem to be like that... let's see if that wasn't just great acting. That's not even a mile away from here. I look down the street, the direction opposite to where I would usually go. It won't hurt to say hi, right? Not to mention I've got nothing to do for the rest of the day.

Belleville High's classes finish about ten minutes later compared to my school's, so I don't bother walking too fast, but not slow enough to let my palms get clammy or overthink anything. Amazing how I can feel like this about people I only met once. Okay, whatever, take a deep breath because I guess I know these curls.

"Look at who we have here!" I throw an arm around Frank's neck, interrupting whatever they were doing and attracting wide eyes towards me. Turns out I found them earlier than expected, hanging out in the park.

"Damn, are you everywhere?" Frank raises an eyebrow at me and presses his lips together, though never stepping away. Blood?

"Who knows?" I joke. "Also..." I trail off, only now taking a good look at them. "Man, what in the hell fucking happened to you guys? Seriously–" I yank a paper off Frank's back, sighing at the 'kick me' written across it and hand it to him, shaking my head. What fucking idiot did this? How the hell did they even get into a fight? It doesn't seem like they were fighting each other.

Frank groans poorly, wadding the paper into a ball and tossing it at the nearby trash can. He's got a few scratches above his eyebrows and blood trailing down the corner of his lips. Mikey and Gerard are probably in the best state out of the four – Gerard got blood trailing down his nose and same for Mikey, though on opposite sides and Mikey's cheek is smeared with blood. I can't say the same about Ray... I don't know how he's not even wincing with all that blood trailing down his face.

"Well," Mikey breathes, bringing a hand to the back of his head, "you can say that–"

"Why do you even want to know?" Gerard steps forward, hands clenched into fists by his sides. "You got nothing to do with it, okay?"

"Aw," I breathe a chuckle. So he wants things to happen like this? But does he have the nerve to keep it? I may not have known him for long, but the attitude is clearly foreign, unmatching. "And what, baby? You lost, didn't you? And you're a fucking sore loser!"

"I just don't see why you should know." He twists his mouth, looking at me uninterested, but it doesn't take long until he's looking at me with these eyes, irises barely seen, eyebrows scrunched close. "And don't talk to me like that! Maybe it would even be better if you fucked off and left us alone, don't you think?"

Man, he talks a lot. Too much. No wonder why he's in such a state. Maybe he'll shut up if I...

"Holy..." Frank trails off with a quiet chuckle and I'm certain Gerard would have glared at him if he wasn't processing what just happened.

Meanwhile, Mikey and Ray stare at me with wide eyes – as wide as Gerard's, but they're not as petrified as Gerard is, for sure, only with hesitant, unsure grins on their faces. I suppress the urge to laugh at Gerard, instead more focused on rubbing my tongue against the roof of my mouth, trying to get rid of the salty and metallic taste.

A quiet sound comes from Gerard as he finally moves, maybe a groan, not sounding really comfortable. He brings a hand up to his lips. The perfect trail of almost dry blood is now smudged, following the direction I licket it to, having the blood smeared across his chin and bottom lip. "Ugh, ugh, ugh," he groans, frantically cleaning his lips and chin with the back of his wrist, against the sleeve of his blazer. "What the fuck? You're gross!"

I roll my eyes with a sigh. "Man, I wonder why I thought being an asshole could be solved."

"Eh, trust me, he isn't normally like this," Ray says with a shrug, looking at Gerard like if he was a chained angry dog even after receiving a glare.

No one gives Gerard's tantrum much attention as we soon sit down on the grass and change the subject before we can notice. Surprisingly, Gerard sits down next to me. Even more surprisingly, he leans closer at some point and whispers, "well, look at who's the vampire now."

Saying Gerard's words got stuck in my head would be an understatement. Maybe it's a nightmare, maybe it's not, but it does get me randomly blushing or stupidly grinning during random times of the day. Nonetheless, school the following day does help a bit with cleaning my head a little.

After a few hours of staring at blackboards, the setting changes to staring at records hanging on the walls and it's honestly better. Incoherent, loud chatter being changed to music of my choice is a lot better, even if I need to talk to a customer now and then.

"This is the place I told you about. I've only been here once, but it seems good," a voice says from the outside, but I don't look up from my homework.

"Never been here," someone else says. A pause follows then their footsteps sound clearer and I sigh, shoving my things on the space under the counter.

"Hello, good afternoon," I say automatically, holding back a groan at how my eraser insists on falling and grabbing it fast. "How can I help you?" I finally look up just to freeze. And the four have the same reaction, to be honest. "I knew I had seen you before," I say to Gerard.

"What a small world!" Frank approaches, immediately narrowing his eyes and throwing his nose in the air as looking over to me. "So you're not a rebel who only wanders around and goes to free concerts during the night and stalks us?" He raises an eyebrow, looking around the place, inspecting the shelves full of records and CDs.

"So you only got one set of clothes?" I mock, staring at his school uniform.

Frank exhales, shoulders dropping. "We just got here from school." He motions vaguely to his messenger bag and I nod, humming, not like it matters a lot.

While we talk, Ray and Mikey wander around, talking quietly to each other and sometimes taking a record in hand, but Gerard... he stands there awkwardly, observing Frank and I with a lost gaze. What is he doing? Trying to act all cool like last time? Or doesn't know how to react?

"Hello," I greet, which sounds more like a question. Frank turns around to look at him, apparently understanding Gerard as much as I do.

Gerard presses his lips together and steps forward, also leaning against the counter. "You didn't mention you work here."

"Didn't have a reason to." I shrug.

The corner of his lips twitch and he's holding eye contact until sighing. "Okay, whatever. Got anything new on Misfits or Pumpkins? Also, Bauhaus." He glances at me, black strands falling over his eyes for a moment before he's pulling them away. Cute.

"Of course." I grin, moving to the cabinets behind the counter.

Frank eventually darts off as I show Gerard the records and cassettes like he wanted. I glance around to make sure Frank is paying attention to whatever Mikey is telling him and Ray before I turn to Gerard again, grinning lightly. "Y'know," I mutter, leaning forward with my elbows over the counter. "I've got passes for a bar concert tonight. Wanna come?"

"What do you mean by passes?" His eyes never avert from the records – he runs his fingers over them delicately, examining each of them closely.

"Each ticket was about ten dollars and they're sold out, but the store is sponsoring the event and I got free passes." I smirk, watching his eyebrows raise lightly. "I usually can get one person in with me. What do you say?"

He pauses. "Why me?"

"Because you're the one I know the least." And also the one I'm interested in. "Pick you up at seven, what do you say?"

He sighs. "I'll text you my address."

"Wow, you're..." Gerard stares at me with a blank face, standing there and letting all the cold air get in. He rushes into the car, closing the door carefully.

"I'm...?" I raise an eyebrow, sinking my foot down on the gas, pulling away from the sidewalk.

"I don't know." Silence. "Not what I expected."

"Glad to know." I grin. "You're also not what I expected. You're never what I expect, to be honest..." He wasn't all open in the beginning, but also wasn't the asshole he was in the park – in his defence, at least, he had just gotten out of a fight, nerves still on edge. At the store, however, he seemed more like himself. "Also, you're looking good."

Gerard's eyes are surrounded by eyeliner and a red eyeshadow – definitely nothing I would see him in, but also nothing I'm disappointed about –, bringing out his paleness. And for the first time, he isn't wearing that stupid school uniform and fancy shoes are replaced by platform boots. A leather jacket clutches his shoulders, decorated with a few studs and patches, and covering a nice Slipknot shirt. And there are his jeans, fucking tight and I swear I hadn't noticed this guy got such a nice ass and, fucking hell, it's difficult not staring at his thighs flat on the seat, with a chain falling over one of them.

"Thank you," he mutters quietly. Even in the reduced lighting, I can see his cheeks gaining a red tone before he looks away.

The place is crowded, but not overly – which is why the tickets were even sold, at first place – and it's fun seeing Gerard's chin drop when he looks at the sign of the place. To simplify, everyone is either always wanting to play in this bar or come watch someone play and the tickets are not only always sold in small quantities, but also expensive.

"Let's go," I chuckle after having spent a good moment observing Gerard.

We jog across the street, towards the entrance, just straight away skipping the whole line. The guy in charge of letting people in looks at us indifferently, in a silent question, muscles clear under the tight staff shirt. Even if there's no visible difference in his expression, he does relax a bit after I show him my pass and steps aside to let us in.

"Wow," Gerard mutters, almost inaudibly.

"You like it?" I ask as we walk through the people. No answer comes. He stayed back, of course; the boy is kinda shy and hesitant, after all. "C'mon!" I take a hold of his hand to pull him with me until we're in the bar area, which's much calmer. He stands there for a moment, looking around, until I point at one of the stools, sitting down on the one beside it.

Gerard shifts on his seat, hands resting on his lap and clenched into fists. He observes everything with wide eyes and I can't bring myself to avert my attention away from him. He's beautiful.

When the band starts playing, however, the atmosphere starts changing. It's a classic punk band – the kind of people you'd see around in skate lanes, spraying anarchist messages on a building's wall or behind a McDonald's counter – and the music is good, nonetheless, raw and emotional and demanding. Great to dance to.

Gerard is shy, as already stated – what makes me wonder how he even agreed on coming –, taking a good time to actually stand up from the stool and join me.

His hand is warm under mine, maybe not as warm as his cheeks seem to be. I had taken it in mine to pull him up from the stool, only, but he didn't let go and... oh well. Aren't you interesting, Gerard? I grin to myself and take his other hand to pull him to dance with me; that if you consider moving around to the rhythm of the song some kind of dance, but Gerard doesn't complain.

I'm not sure how much time goes by – I only question myself about that once the band is saying good night, breathing audibly as they get off the stage. The live music is replaced by a momentary incoherent chatter when loud music fills the place again, this time coming from the speakers. Gerard and I are out of breath when averting our attention from the stage to each other. My arms feel a bit sore after all of that, almost the opposite to my numb legs.

"Wanna grab a drink?" I nod towards the bar. "We can go to the alley to take a breath, then."

"Sounds good."

The non-alcoholic drinks are as cold as the night air, suddenly making it even more obvious how much we jumped around to the band's sound. We lean against the wall opposite to the side of the bar and I look at Gerard, watching his chest rise and fall fast, only coming to a longer pause when he brings the glass to his lips. He observes something above us, maybe the sky, but I don't care.

"Your nose is bleeding again." I suddenly note, seeing the dark red trail now almost reaching his upper lip. Not a surprise. He hurt his nose not much over a day ago and all the jumping must have opened the wound.

"Fuck." Gerard brings a hand to his nose and sighs when seeing the red stain on his fingers; I chuckle softly, halfheartedly. "What? You wanna lick it again?" he teases, raising an eyebrow at me. He apparently opts for not ruining the sleeve of his leather jacket, regarding it more than his school blazer.

I roll my eyes, smiling helplessly. "Well, if you'd like me to," I decide to tease back, looking at him through half lidded eyes.

"Ah, you wouldn't dare!" He chuckles, blood staining his lips according to how he talks.

"You think so, honey?" I raise an eyebrow. A few stutters come from him, but I just grab his glass and set it aside with mine, on the ground, before stepping towards him. "Tell me, why are you always so... bold around me? It's clear it's not part of you, as Ray even said." I suppress a humorous chuckle at how he frantically backs away against the wall, having nowhere to go. This brings me memories. "Maybe it has a specific reason?"

Gerard's eyes are wide, lips twitching, though no word ever comes through and his expression changes instantly once I get a hold of his hips and pin him to the wall. Feeling the heat coming from his cheeks is almost possible and all that resistance is gone, tendering into compliance and shyness.

"Look at you, Gerard," I mutter, rubbing circles into his hips as leaning in. "How surprising can you be?"

Having Gerard only letting out a quiet whine in response as his hands rest hesitantly over my shoulders make my heart flutter in my chest. I finally lean in, pressing my lips to Gerard's; he returns the kiss right away, lips sliding against mine easily.

And there it is; the rich metallic taste of Gerard's blood. I run my tongue over his bottom lip, snatching a hum from him, which turns into a whining-gasp once my teeth sink into it slightly.

His hands tighten around my shoulders, I grip harder onto his hips in consequence and he's sent relaxing back against the wall. He never had control over the kiss, but he's suddenly just giving up on the power at once with a quiet sound, slowly wrapping his arm around my neck to pull me closer and I gladly deepen the kiss.

"Wow, love," I breathe as soon as we part the kiss, lungs screaming for air. Gerard doesn't reply verbally, with his lips brushing lightly against mine and, by now, the blood is starting to get sticky, on its way to drying, also on my lips.

"I hope we can go out more often," he mutters shyly, not long before burying his face in the crook of my neck.

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years ago

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no kisses needed.

JOHNNY ‘COCO’ CRUZ.

MAYANS MC ┃ USEFUL LINKS

❝ request by @blowmymbackout: reader has a co-worker who just won't take the hint that reader isn't interested and has a bf she tells Coco he picks her up from work confronts the man. Coco is a lil jealous. Co-worker facetimes reader while coco has her in this position (sorry if that didn't make any sense)

❝ words: about 1.2k.

❝ warnings: nsfw, unprotected sex, language, voyeurism (????), coco being a little possessive, mention of bodily fluids.

❝ a / n: as always, don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it!

You weren't expecting Coco to pick you up from work today, but you guess he has just done it to see who's the fucker trying to flirt with his girl. The guy is uglier than the back of a fridge, and he feels some comfort in it. But not enough to calm down his jealousy. He —better than anybody— knows that you don't care about a pretty face, you care about a beautiful heart, tho. His insecurities come afloat on your way back home, worrying you because he's more silent than ever, not even getting a response when you whisper in his ear how much you have missed him today after waking up alone.

Coming into your house with his face down, Coco leaves his kutte and both helmets on the coffee table, a second before falling onto your sofa. A leg over it, the other flexed to the floor. Your boyfriend looks at you, thoughtful and very concentrated on the way you have to remove your jacket and walk towards his position. You know exactly what's on his mind and that touches your soul. His demons eat him alive with no mercy. Kneeling a leg between his —placing your phone close to his black helmet—, you lean down with both hands on his chest for balance, landing your lips onto his left ear.

“Can you do something for me?” You hum with such a sweet tone, caressing his cheek with the tip of your nose. And you hear him swallowing slowly. “Fuck me, Coco. I need you so fuckin' much… You can't imagine… Can you do that for me, ah? Can you fuck me so hard I forgot my name but not who I belong to?”

He utters a feral snarl, noticing then that your right hand has made its way to his dick. You grip it over the rough fabric, swinging it with a tortuous pace, fixing your eyes on his. Coco is about to kiss you when you push him down using your left hand.

“I don't want your kisses now”. You whisper accommodating yourself over the delicious rock under his clothes. “I want your dick. I want you to fuck me till I have to beg you to stop”.

How does he manage to roll you down his body? You don't know. But the fact is that, in less than a second, you're lying on your stomach and your boyfriend is removing your sneakers and your jeans. He can't help but lick his lips keenly as he glances at the small spot darkening your panties, the evidence of how wet you are because of him.

“Fuck, ma'...”

Coco rips off the piece of clothing causing you to gasp, while you take off the shirt covering your torso, only leaving the blue bra you're wearing beneath it. He undoes it to throw it to the floor too, sliding an arm under your stomach to make you raise your ass. With his free hand, your boyfriend pulls down his jeans and boxers enough to let his hard cock spring free. He doesn't prepare you. Coco guides his glans to your folds to slam his thick length into your soaked cunt. You moan loud and clear his full name, as he settles his body between your spread legs.

Digging his fingers in your hips, aware that he probably will leave some marks there, he doesn't show any mercy. He hits your guts and your soul once and once with an insane pace that causes you to roll your eyes, nailing your hands on the armrest to find some equilibrium and receive every pound straight to your g-spot without falling over it. Coco is fucking you as hard as you have asked him, blanking your mind and making a mess of your vocals.

And he doesn't stop when your phone starts to ring. The name of your co-worker appearing on the screen. Your boyfriend has the brilliant idea of pulling your hair back by tangling his digits there, bringing his lips to your ear. His other hand grabs your device to put it at the height of your faces, sliding his thumb to answer the video call.

The first thing your partner can see is the pleasure gesture on yours, moaning and screaming Coco's name, not having noticed yet what he is doing until you hear your co-worker calling you.

“Tell him how good I fuck you, ma'”. Your boyfriend demands with such a throaty growl, thrusting his thick and hard length into you, impaling your body against the sofa.

“Shit…” You almost cry. “He fucks me so damn good”.

“That's it… Tell him… Tell him who you belong to”.

You know that he's enjoying it, but you can't answer when your partner hangs up the call. Coco can't help but laugh, tosing your phone to the table, to occupy his hand in a better place. Wrapping it around your throat, your boyfriend forces you to kneel on the cushions, sticking his chest to your back.

“Bet he won't forget”. He grunts into your ear, tilting your head to tuck his tongue within your mouth.

He drinks your pleas, your begs, your gaps, placing your fingers around his wrists, aware that you're not going to last much more because of what has just happened. And he feels it. He feels how your whole anatomy gets tensed with every push to your guts, creating an erotic melody of flesh against flesh. Pulling you down again and gripping your hips, Coco increases the pace of his lungs, giving you more pleasure than you can bear with, still enraged because of that shithead thinking he could have some kind of opportunity with you. You are his. Like your heart, your soul, your thoughts.

“Ah, fuck, baby”. You paint roaring, biting your lips until the metallic taste of blood floods your mouth.

The tickles in your lower belly grow by leaps and bounds, making your heart stop for a brief instant before the orgasm blows out all your senses and the electrical lash roams your back. It takes Coco only two slams more into your soaked pussy to cum inside you, filling you as much as he can press his body against yours. He doesn't feel jealous, nor angry anymore. He simply is too tired after that rough quickly, marking your skin wherever his teeth have reached it.

Loosening his grip bit by bit to pull his wet dick out from you, your boyfriend holds your phone again to take a picture of his warm seed spilling out from your abused lips. A piece of art under his dark eyes. Lying on your back and placing a smooth kiss on top of your head, he shows you the little mess he has done with a proud smile crossing his exhausted mouth.

“Was tha' what you wanted?”

“Uh-huh”. You whisper resting your cheek over your forearms, turning slightly at him. “Did you have fun, Coquito?”

“I always have fun ruining your sweet tight pussy, ma'. I don' even mind if that cabrón wanna come and look the next time”.

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comfy-whumpee · 3 years ago

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Tenten: Perfect

Just a lil warmup drabble. CN: BBU, slavery. @neuro-whump, @rosesareviolentlyread, @whumper-in-training, @mylifeisonthebookshelf, @pumpkin-spice-whump

Everything had been perfect, today.

Tenten got up at six to prepare Sally's breakfast smoothie before she went on her morning run. He made sure it tasted sweet and sharp, while still having the correct amount of kale. He smiled and listened to Sally's conversation when she came down to drink it, and locked the door behind her when she went out.

He started preparing breakfast for when she got back and the family woke up properly. He cooked honey-fried bacon, French toast and Phillip's granola with yoghurt was sprinkled with honey and brown sugar. When Sally returned, he had just finished setting the table with the little spoons. Rupert's coffee and Amy's tea were poured into their favourite mugs and waiting on their coasters by their usual chairs. The blinds were up and the windows ajar to let in the sweet smell of the flowers in the garden.

Sally showered and changed, and as they ate breakfast, Tenten went upstairs to collect her running clothes and put them into the laundry basket. He brought the whole container down to sort after breakfast was finished. He re-joined the family and sat at his little table against the wall, listening to their conversation, sometimes included in it, as he ate his porridge with honey and dried fruit.

Tenten was part of the family, and he was part of family breakfast.

He cleaned up once the food was gone, and Phillip lingered to talk about his new book, which Tenten listened to with eager, thoughtless enthusiasm. By the time Phillip had finished rambling about the intergalactic alien wars, breakfast had disappeared without a trace. Tenten waited until Phillip left before he went to the laundry room and started sorting through the hamper, separating the clothes into darks, lights and colours, checking pockets and turning everything inside out. He also made sure to pull out Rupert's silk shirts and Sally's lace, so that they could be handwashed later.

The back pocket Amy's skinny jeans yielded a tissue. Robert had left his work keys in his trousers again. Phillip, as always, had a variety of things to take out of his zipped jacket pockets. There was a yoghurt lid, small enough to fold neatly, with Phillip's favourite TV character on it. There was a pebble, white and three-pointed with a dark crevice in the middle. A penny, a balled-up foil wrapper, a bus ticket, and a crumpled scrap of paper ripped from something larger. Tenten smoothed it out to add to the pile.

His heart dropped when he saw what was on it, copied meticulously in Phillip's scratchy handwriting. The average American household does not have a pet. Those who do are almost exclusively wealthy individuals, or more rarely, affluent families and businesses.

His heartbeat pulsed under his skin. It was a question Phillip had asked him once before. How many people have pets?

Across the industry, the standard terminology remains broadly consistent. In order of pricing, these are: Domestic pets, who take care of everyday working activities such as cleaning and cooking; Platonic pets, who provide care and attention for those around them; and most controversially, there are

The next part was scribbled out. Tenten knew what was underneath, and that Phillip must have been too embarrassed to write it down in full.

There were only a couple more lines on the page. Tenten dragged his eyes down to them. What had Phillip wanted to know?

Other companies greenlit the use of punishment as a way of reinforcing desired behaviours. We have categorically refused to take this approach. A pre-trained pet is a blank slate, an innocent. Violence is never necessary, and is strictly forbidden in our fulfilment centres.

"That's why Help At Home is the ethical choice for your domestic needs," Tenten whispered, shivering as the old aches started up again.

He crumpled the paper back up and placed it on the pile as though he had never read it, and tried his best to put it from his mind as he continued with his work.

Everything had to be perfect, today and every day.

#my fic #'whump'#BBU #slavery #tenten #the birdhouse #conditioning #just a boy doing some googling

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cathwritestragediesnotsins · 4 years ago

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Dating Class 1-A best bois + Shinsou

(bc our sleepy lavender-haired boy will always be in 1-A in our hearts💖)

Includes: Bakugou, Todoroki, Shinsou, Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero

Gender neutral I think?? I didn’t proof read and i have a tendency to write for myself so...

Bakugou:

💥Bickering. Constantly.

💥Friends w/ his Mom

💥He cooks for you bc otherwise you would survive off of minute ramen let’s be real

💥Vv possessive and protective of you (not bc he doesn’t trust you or know you can take care of yourself tho, like, trust me, Bakubabe ain’t gon date no wuss)

💥He calls you ”My extra” (not my idea, I read this in a fanfic somewhere and latched onto the name bc fUCKTHAT’SCUTE)

💥Makes you actually study (or dies trying)

💥Tries his best to be the #1 bf because he has to win at everything he really is whipped for you

💥He tries to pretend he doesn’t care but it shows

💥Does sweet stuff for you vv aggressively

- “Oi, L/N, take this...I got it at the store but I don’t want it.” “Bakugou, this is my favorite drink.” “Yeah so what?” “You got this for me didn’t you?” “I DID NOT!!!” “Mhmmm sure.” “I DIDN’T!! FUCK YOU YOU EXTRA, JUST BECAUSE WE’RE DATING DOESN’T MEAN I LIKE YOU OR ANYTHING SO DON’T GO GETTING ANY IDEAS!!!”

💥”I love you Katsuki” *glares and looks away, blushing* “Yeah whatever, I love you too I guess.”

💥Truly a Tsundere

Todoroki:

❄🔥This boy feels so lucky to have you as his S/O lemme tell you

❄🔥He spoils the heck out of you, like trust me, Daddy’s money ain’t goin’ to waste 🤑🤑🤑

❄🔥And he memorizes all your fav snacks, songs, tv shows, movies, activities, etc.

❄🔥Socially tho he is oblivious AF but he tries his best pls help him.

❄🔥You cuddle with different sides of him depending on your temperature. - Like, Cold? Boom! Left-side Shoto. Hot? Boom! Right-side Shoto.

❄🔥Doesn’t initiate physical affection but craves it constantly (love him pls he’s touch-starved)

❄🔥You trash Endeavor all the time and it warms his heart that you care enough about him to be so angry on his behalf

❄🔥Don’t get me wrong tho we will support him fully if he wants to repair their relationship

❄🔥100% takes you to meet his Mom...you two are the most important ppl in his life ofc he’s gonna want you to meet

❄🔥HE JUST LOVES AND CHERISHES YOU SO MUCH I’M-😖

Shinsou:

🎮Roasting each other 25/8

🎮Napping together

🎮”’Toshi! Cat!” “Where?!” “There! C’mon!”

🎮Uses his quirk on you but never in a disrespectful way - “Pay attention to me!” “I can’t rn Hitoshi!” “Why?” “Because I have to study!” “Y/N you’ve BEEN studying, take a break!” *uses quirk to make you come cuddle him*

🎮Gaming together

🎮Y’all hardly ever go on ‘dates’ you just hang out all the time bc ur besties UwU

🎮Movie nights where you ironically watch movies like ‘Twilight’ and make SO MUCH COMMENTARY

🎮Honestly like 90% of your interactions give off vibes that you two hate each other so when ppl find out you’re dating they’re hella confused

🎮”I hate you.” “Then stop hugging me.” “No” “Bitch.” “Asshole.”

🎮Best friends who kiss n’ stuff

Kaminari:

⚡Charges things for you (charger!Denki owns my entire heart I’m-😍)

⚡Pick up lines

⚡Couple tik toks

⚡Meme/Vine references

⚡Crackhead energy for dAYZ

⚡Karaoke dates

⚡Pokeman jokes

- Like, if you lose him in a store you have your own version of marco polo where you say “Gotta catch ‘em all” and he’ll respond with pikachu noises

⚡He is your hype man 100% like, he just wants you to know how amazing you are so he will tell you as often as he can

⚡Physical affection too

- he kinda clingy but you don’t mind at all

⚡He’ll accidentally zap you sometimes. Like when he gets overly excited but let’s be real when is he not or in his sleep

-(but he’ll do it on purpose sometimes too if you know what I mean 👀🥵😏)

⚡If you give him something he’ll treasure it FOREVER no matter how small or random

⚡Just- sweet boy isn’t afraid to look like a fool in love for you and we stan ✋😭

Sero:

📼Most lowkey and supportive bf you will eVER meet

📼He’s so considerate and supportive ugh I’m weak

📼And I feel like this boi got style ok

- Like imagine him in some ripped jeans and a baggy white shirt with a jean jacket and some nikes 👀🔥✨

📼I will bet you $50 that our flex tape mans can do your hair and it look better than if you did it

📼You call him ‘Serotonin’

📼He rolls his eyes but lowkey loves it and thinks it’s the cutest fucking thing bc iT IS

📼Standing behind you and resting his chin on your head/shoulder

📼You play with his tape sometimes when ur feeling bored or fidgety

📼Candid photos of you are his fav

📼He loves to watch you in general and he’ll smile to himself

📼And he lovingly teases you just to see you get all pouty or mad bc u entertain him to no end

📼Overall he’s just a total package

Kirishima:

👊SO RESPECTFUL

👊Never pressures you to do anything or makes you even slightly uncomfortable

👊Calls you beautiful or gorgeous instead of hot

👊WOMEN’S RIGHTS ADVOCATE AND YOU CAN FIGHT ME ON THAT

👊The cute thing is that his personality is ADORABLE with yours no matter what your personality type is

- Like, Antisocial? Anger issues? Pessimist? Boy have I got a mans for you

- Extrovert? Super sweet? Optimistic? Boy have I STILL got a mans for you

👊Helping him dye his hair

👊Your friends and family all ADORE him

👊If you have siblings they’re all “When are you bringing Kirishima to visit?” “Did you invite Kirishima?” “Tell Kirishima I said hi!”

👊He’s their fav sibling now.

👊You’re just gonna hafta deal with the fact that you’ll always be 2nd place (except to Kiri)

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