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dark-konohagakure2 · 10 months ago

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Uhhh something something with Akatsuki guys breeding their (adult) lil sister :) Bonus for Konan to also breed her lil sister :,)

tw: incest, sibling incest, dub/noncon, breeding, babytrapping, possessiveness

All characters depicted are 18+

Deidara has never given much thought to having children, he's still pretty young, not to mention that kids are just annoying little brats that will distract him from his art, so he doesn't want any at first, but when he catches his younger sister spending time with other guys, Deidara gives the idea of children much more consideration.

His sister isn't much younger than him. Deidara is nineteen and his baby sis is only a year younger then he is, but the blonde artist doesn't care, she's his sister and she shouldn't be devoting himself to any man but him.

Not only does Deidara want to mark her as his property for possessive reasons, but he would be lying if the thought of breaking his sister's virginity and filling her up until she's thoroughly bred with his baby turns him on like nothing else.

Even if his sister refuses, Deidara will push the issue, practically nagging her into letting him impregnate her, despite the fact that he's being too pushy and they're closely related to each other by blood. Deidara really wants to make sure other guys know to stay away, and this is the most effective way to do it.

"C'mon dummy don't be like that! You love kids, yeah?! So you should be thanking me for being a good big brother and giving you one!"

Deidara is a virgin and an inexperienced one at that, all of his sexual knowledge comes from trashy porno magazines, so he has little to no clue what he's doing when he thrusts into his sister's cunt, too lost in how good it feels to coordinate his thrusts properly.

He also doesn't know much about impregnation and the subsequent pregnancy, but what he does know is that he has to cum inside of her a whole bunch so he can properly knock her to up and keep her all to himself.

Deidara might be inexperienced, but he isn't a complete idiot. He knows that his sister has been on the pill, but he planned ahead, taking her pills and throwing them out when she isn't looking, since he doesn't want any stupid pills getting in his way.

Once he's finally done he'll keep his cock in her for a while, telling her how she better not let a single drop spill out of her, or else he'll just have to breed her all over again.

"Oh yeah, that felt great~ Now you better be a good mommy and behave yourself, or else. I'll just fill you up again, un!"

If she somehow doesn't get pregnant from that encounter, Deidara doesn't sweat it. He's already become addicted to his sister's perfect little pussy, so he's gonna be breeding it everyday anyway.

tw: incest, sibling incest, noncon, breeding, age difference, puppet fucking, drugging, plugs

Sasori hates children. They're needy, loud, annoying, and just all around obnoxious. Sasori never thought he'd want to impregnate someone, especially his own sister, but curiosity gets the better of him, he wants to know if he can get her pregnant even as a puppet.

He rarely ever gives his sister much thought, she just exists to him, and he's only using her because she's the closest woman to him. But when Sasori actually bothers to be around her, he can't help but notice how cute she is, even if she is a brat by his standards.

Sasori won't go into things completely unprepared, he knows how to prepare for things ahead of time. He'll use some of his special poisons to increase her fertility and libido, slipping it into her food and drink when she isn't paying attention, although it is suspicious that her usually cold brother is cooking for her out of nowhere.

Once he's certain that his drugs worked on her, Sasori will take advantage of her, laying her down and getting on top of her. She's obviously confused, but Sasori will explain what he's doing to her in his usual deadpan and blunt way.

"What am I doing..? I'm putting a baby in you. Isn't it obvious? Or are you so stupid that you don't know where babies come from..?"

Sex with Sasori is rather uncomfortable for her. His body is a puppet, so it's wooden, and his cock feels more like a dildo than an actual organic penis, but for Sasori it feels completely normal and pleasurable, although it's hard to tell he's feeling good, since he rarely makes noise and never blinks.

Sasori is still emotionless even during such an intimate moment, he'll simply thrust into his sister's sloppy cunt, only really talking to tell her to stop being so loud with all her annoying crying and pleas to stop.

The absolute loudest he'll be is when he groans as he finishes inside of her. Sasori won't show it on his face or with his words, but he really enjoyed it, even if his sister clearly didn't enjoy it at all as evidenced by her tears.

After he pulls out, Sasori will be stern and make sure that she knows her place, letting her know that she better have his children, despite the fact that he has a very open dislike of kids that he doesn't even bother to hide from her.

"This better work... and if it does, I want nothing to do with whatever annoying children you push out... that's your problem now, little sister."

When he's done, he'll shove a plug into her filled up hole, not wanting her to waste a single drop of his essence, and Sasori will make it very clear that he won't tolerate her removing the plug until he says so.

tw: incest, sibling incest, dub/noncon, breeding, praise, infantilization, choking, cheating

Itachi is an Uchiha, so he has a natural inclination to reproduce, and he's also an older brother, so if he ever has the urge to breed, he can always go to his sweet little sister.

While Itachi could knock up Izumi instead of his own little sister, and his girlfriend would be more than willing to have his babies, Itachi just thinks his baby sister is so much more adorable and sweet, not to mention more tight and fertile.

He isn't a brute, he isn't going to throw his sister down and force himself onto her like a common thug, that would be mean, so instead he'll manipulate her into coming to his bedroom, and of course she does. She has no reason to doubt her sweet older brother's good intentions.

Itachi still sees his little sister as his baby, despite her being much too old to be considered that, so he'll be overly soothing and gentle when he eases his fat cock into her, not stopping until he's balls deep inside of her fertile cunt, cooing praises into her ear as he pounds her.

"Shhh... There there, baby. You're doing such a good job. Now keep taking it like a good girl, you're making Nii Nii so proud of you..."

He's almost too gentle when he's breeding her, treating her like a porcelain doll that can shatter with even the most slight of pressure, he also doesn't want to risk being too rough when he's trying to impregnate her, not wanting to damage the cute little womb that he's going to fill up with new Uchihas. However, he will choke her slightly, his slender hand squeezing her neck as he gets close.

Itachi is almost a completely different person when he's inside his sister. He's usually a doting yet distant older brother, but he becomes almost clingy when he's fucking her, his heavier body pressed flush against hers and his hands constantly gripping her body as he pounds into her, whispering praises into her ear.

He's nothing if not thorough, he wants to be completely certain that he's bred her well and proper, so he won't stop even after cumming inside of her countless times. She obviously grows tired and overwhelmed from the prolonged breeding session, but he's too focused on claiming her sweet pussy to stop.

When he is finally done filling her to the brim, he'll kindly manipulate incentivize her into keeping this as their little secret, offering to spend more time with her and train her despite his busy mission schedule.

"Good girl, you made me feel so good... Now, if you promise to be good and not tell anyone about this, I'll help you with your shuriken jutsu later, doesn't that sound nice?"

He'll never call himself a pervert, but he doesn't exactly hide how much it turns him on to see his sister cutely limp around the house afterwards, her big brother's seed stuffed inside her womb, unbeknownst to the rest of the family.

tw: incest, sibling incest, dub/noncon, breeding, monster cocks, double penetration, age difference, size difference, biting, victim blaming

Kisame has always been a more hands off elder brother. His sister didn't inherit the shark like features that he has, so it's almost impossible to believe that such a sweet and cute looking girl is so closely related to the Monster of The Mist, and Kissme himself isn't immune to her cuteness.

Kisame is a bit strange when it comes to his sex drive, on some days sex is the last thing on his mind, but on other days he's practically a feral animal in heat that needs a wet hole to breed, and his poor sister just so happens to catch him on one of those days.

He's a big guy, so he can easily just hold her down and use her like a little fleshlight, and that's exactly what she does, as soon as he gets his hands on her he's pinning her down on the nearest surface and stuffing her full of his dual cocks.

While Kisame technically doesn't need to use both of his cocks in order to breed, he wants to, and his poor sister's pussy will have to suffer for it as she's filled up with both of her brother's huge cocks.

"Fuck!! Keep squeezing my cocks like that, bitch. Your big bro wants to fill ya up real good, so no more bitchin' and whinin'~"

Even if he wasn't trying to be rough, his thrusts are still brutal, his large thighs pressed against her smaller ones as he shoves himself into her over and over again, his deadly teeth biting down on any bit of her skin that they can reach.

Due to his menacing appearance and even more monstrous reputation, Kisame doesn't get laid very often, so he is very pent up, his huge and heavy balls slapping against her clit as he fills her up with his thick cocks, shooting his pent up load into her countless times.

He has very high stamina, so the shark-like man is able to go at it for hours on end, never having to take breaks even when she's hardly conscious underneath him and begging him to stop.

Once he is finally done with her, most likely having fucked her from dusk until dawn, he'll be somewhat apologetic, although will ultimately blame her for his actions. She knows how Kisame gets sometimes, so she should have been a good girl and known better.

"Ahh~ Sorry about that, babygirl, guess I got a bit carried away... Maybe don't go actin' all cute around me next time..."

Kisame isn't trying to knock her up because he wants kids, he's too busy slicing his enemies to ribbons for something like that, he just can't control his feral urges when he's around he sweet little cunt.

tw: incest, sibling incest, noncon, breeding, sadism, abuse, degradation, blood kink, ritual sex, threats, bondage

Unlike some others, Hidan doesn't want to knock his sister up because of a deep possessiveness or need for control, Hidan just wants to breed her because the sadist thinks it would be absolutely hilarious to see his sister all knocked up.

He isn't a nice big brother at all, Hidan is always picking on his sister and making her feel dirty about herself, so his little sister will try to avoid being alone with him at all costs, but Hidan gets her alone eventually...

He'll drag his sister into his room under the guise of a ritual for his beloved Lord Jashin, he'll even threaten her into accepting the "ritual" telling her that she either gets to participate in a breeding ritual or a blood ritual with him, so she has little choice in the matter.

He's quick to tie her down on his bed, making sure she can't move when he has his way with her. Hidan doesn't gag her however, since no one else lives with them and their parents are out of the picture, she can scream and cry in pain as loud as she wants, it's music to his ears.

"Cmon, just take it you dumb little hoe! You're always dressed like a slut anyway, so just take my cum and get knocked up already!"

Hidan is brutally rough with her, almost to the point of drawing blood, and if she does end up bleeding from his treatment, then that's even better, since blood turns Hidan on like nothing else.

While not inexperienced, Hidan doesn't know how to be gentle during sex, nor does he care to learn, so his cock will roughly bully it's way into her tight pussy while Hidan pounds into her and breeds her with all the carefulness and grace of a rabid dog in heat, even drooling like one during the act.

Hidan never shuts up when he's fucking her, he always has to be making some sort of noise, whether it be degrading her, openly fantasizing about her pregnant body, or just loudly grunting and moaning like a pornstar while he's fucking her.

He has quite a bit of stamina, so he can stuff her full of cum all night long. When he's finished cramming her womb full of his seed, he'll make sure she knows her place and what she's supposed to do now.

"Phew! That felt great, slut! Now you better raise this stupid little brat to follow the ways of Lord Jashin, got it, little sis?"

Hidan doesn't care to be a parent or an uncle to the kid, in fact if his sister doesn't behave herself from now on, the brat might just be his next sacrifice.

tw: incest, sibling incest, dub/noncon, breeding, age difference, abuse, tentacles, bondage

Despite his very old age, Kakuzu does have a younger sibling who is, while an adult, is also significantly younger than him. Kakuzu doesn't really get along with his sister very much due to their age difference, not to mention how expensive it is to keep her housed and fed.

He can't stand having a girl around his home "mooching" off of him and being a little freeloader. Kakuzu values his money more than anything, including her, so he figures that it's finally time to make her earn her keep and get some responsibility.

Kakuzu is a very big and muscular man, so he can easily manhandle and drag her away to whatever room is closest so he can breed her fertile womb. Her struggles are hardly felt by him, his skin and pain tolerance hardened by decades of battle.

He'll use the threads in his body to stretch out her pussy and prepare her for his cock. The process is incredibly invasive and uncomfortable, especially with her struggling underneath him, but Kakuzu will just scold her for attempting to fight back against him.

"Shut up you little brat. I'm just stretching out your little cunt for me, it wouldn't hurt so much if you weren't so damn tight..."

Once she's properly stretched out to his liking, Kakuzu will use his black threads to restrain her, wrapping around her limbs and keeping her legs spread apart and open to Kakuzu's greedy eyes. The immortal man wastes no time, shoving his cock inside of her without any warning or permission.

Kakuzu is almost as experience in sex as he is in battle, he's nearly a century old so he's had quite a few partners, some more willing than others. Kakuzu isn't experienced in lovemaking however, just in fucking and getting his rocks off.

He isn't very talkative, occasionally groaning and telling her to shut up at the very most. While Kakuzu doesn't want kids, there is a primal part of him that wants to stuff her full of cum and make her his, his thrusts will speed up ever so slightly when these thoughts cross his mind.

While his stamina isn't bad, he won't fuck her for too long, having more important things to do, but he'll still empty a lot of cum inside of her, not even bothering to use any protection. He is rather old anyway, so he probably doesn't have to worry about her getting impregnated from his seed.

"You better not go having any children now, you little idiot. I already have one brat to deal with, the last thing I need is another..."

If she does end up having his child, Kakuzu won't be very happy about it, only tolerating the kid if it somehow benefits him financially, or just keeps his little sister out of his hair and wallet.

tw: incest, sibling incest, dub/noncon, breeding, God complex, praise, mating press

Pain is an incredibly busy man, being the leader of an organization full of eccentric and dangerous individuals, so he's more focused on that family of his instead of his actual one, which comprises of only his younger sister, whom Pain deeply cherishes despite his cold demeanor.

While not a very remorseful individual most of the time, Pain can't help but feel somewhat bad for neglecting his dear sister, so he decides to give her some very special attention when he finally makes time for her.

Pain starts off rather slow, putting an arm around her shoulder in an affectionate gesture before escalating, holding her against his body, which is as cold as a corpse and rigid due to the rods in his body, the proximity quickly makes her very uncomfortable.

Pain can tell she is uncomfortable but doesn't let that deter him very much at all. He wants to make up for lost time, and he won't let her shyness get in the way of that goal.

"Hush now, little one. You should be feeling very grateful right now, not everybody is lucky enough to bear the child of a God."

He'll fuck her on his bed so that his cold body doesn't cause her too much discomfort during the breeding. While he doesn't go out of his way to be rough, he doesn't make much effort to be gentle either, the end goal is to cum inside of her, not to provide pleasure.

Pain is an incredibly imposing figure, even when he doesn't mean to be. His Rinnegan is staring into her very soul as he thrusts into her, the purple circular pattern showing his overwhelming power over her and almost every other human in the world.

Pain is strong physically as well, not just with his eyes but with his body as well, holding his sister down in the mating press while he pounds into her cunt, making sure none of his precious seed spills out of her.

He cums quite a bit, being rather pent up due to his lack of partners and sexual release, so she'll almost certainly be thoroughly knocked up by the time Pain is done with her, he'll even spare her a few kind wonders afterwards.

"Good girl, you did well. Now you'll have someone too keep your company while your elder brother is too busy. Aren't I so benevolent?"

Pain won't be a very attentive parent, he's already too concerned with running his organization and planning their world domination, but he won't be cruel either, occasionally making time for his little wife sister and their offspring.

tw: incest, sibling incest, dub/noncon, breeding, futanari/dickgirl, age difference, manipulation, slight misandry

Konan is a very gentle older sister, helping her dear younger sister with whatever she needs. But Konan is only human, and even she has some urges that are very far from gentle or angelic.

Konan is a very unique woman, she has both a cock and a pair of beautiful breasts, so she can satisfy her sisters emotional needs for a womanly presence, and her physical needs for a male one. But of course her innocent little sister isn't very aware of her elder sister's secret part just yet.

When Konan can't resist the urge to have her dearest sister any longer, she is easily able to manipulate the situation to get her sister alone. The younger sibling adores her older sister, so she'll think nothing of Konan getting rather touchy feely at first.

Even if she does notice Konan getting too close to comfort, Konan can easily talk her way into things, telling her sister how good and normal these sorts of interactions between family members apparently are.

"Shhh, there's nothing strange about this, my little angel. We're both girls after all, so we're allowed to be close like this..."

Konan is almost too gentle, being slow when she pushes her cock inside of her sister, making the younger woman feel every single inch as it slides into her virgin pussy, the feeling is both pleasurable and torturous at once.

Konan's cock is rather big despite her lithe frame, so she's easily able to hit her sister's womb with each thrust, her thick meat stretching her out and filling her fertile depths to the brim with her cum.

She would never wittingly harm her dearest sister, but even a woman as angelic and composed as Konan can't help but get lost in the heat of the moment when she's so deep inside her most cherished treasure, her thrusts speeding up when she's getting especially close to cumming again.

Konan won't stop until she is certain that her sister has been impregnated, then she'll finally be able to keep her sister to herself completely, and without having to worry about any undesirable men getting their perverted hands on her innocent baby sister.

"That's my good little girl... Now we can make a new family together, just the two of us. There's no need for any mean, scary men when you have me..."

Once she's impregnated her little sister, Konan won't let the girl out of her sight for even a minute, keeping a close eye on her little angel and the growing bundle of joy growing in her womb.

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rubylace · 1 month ago

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PART 1. FIRST SUMMERS

m.list

pairing: musician!jay x reader (f) updated hybe idols . yeonjun txt, yunjin lsrfm, nagyung fromis9

genre: coming-of-age, new adult, personal growth, sexual tension, fams dynamic, lovehate

wordcount: 37k (the longest I've ever made istg)

warning: harsh words

a/n: I'm using his real identity, to stay realistic bc it also has to do with his favorite lover - guitar. so don't put it to heart the bad side fyi I dare not be jealous ok love ya 𖹭

A car nearly hit you as you practically floated across the street in a daze after leaving the attorney's office. All these years, you’d tried so hard not to think about him. Now, he was all you could think about. Flashes of him invaded your mind. His dark hair, his laughter, the strum of his guitar, the deep sadness and disappointment in his gorgeous eyes the last time you saw him 9 years ago.

You was never supposed to face him again, let alone own a house with him. Living with Jay was not an option, even if just for the summer. It was probably more like there wasn’t a chance in hell that Jay was going to agree to share a house with you. Whether you liked it or not, though, the beach house in Newport was common property now. Not yours. Not his. Fifty-fifty.

“What the hell was Ameryn thinking?” You’d always known she cared deeply about him, but there was no way you could have predicted the extent of her generosity. He wasn’t even related to you, but she’d always thought of him as her grandson. You picked up your phone and scrolled down to Nagyung’s name. When she picked up, you let out a sigh of relief.

“Where are you?” you asked.

“On the west side. Why?”

“Can you meet up? I really need to talk to someone.”

“Are you okay?”

Your mind went blank before slowly filling again with fragmented thoughts of Jay. Your chest tightened. He hated you. You’d avoided him for so long, but you was really going to have to face him now. Nagyung’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Are you still there?”

“Yeah. Everything’s fine, where are you again?”

“Meet me at the falafel place. We’ll have an early dinner and talk about whatever is going on.”

“Okay. See you in ten.”

Nagyung was a fairly new friend, so she knew little about your childhood or teen years. You taught together at a local charter school in Providence. You had taken today off to meet with your grandmother’s attorney, the smell of cumin and dried mint saturated the air inside of the fast food Nagyung waved from a corner booth, a piled-high styrofoam container of tahini covered chicken kabobs and rice already planted in front of her.

“You’re not gonna get anything to eat?” she asked with her mouth full, a dollop of yogurt sauce coated the side of her mouth.

“No. I’m not hungry. Maybe I’ll take something to go on the way out. I just needed to talk.”

“What is going on?” your throat felt parched.

“Actually, I need something to drink first. Hang on.” The room felt like it was swaying as you made your way to the refrigerator by the counter and returning from purchasing a bottle of water, you sat down and let out a deep breath. “I got some pretty crazy news today at the lawyer's office.”

“Okay…”

“So, obviously you know I went there because my grandmother passed away a month ago.”

“Yes.”

“I was just meeting with the attorney to go over her estate turns out she left me all of her jewelry and half of her summer house on Aquidneck Island.”

“What? The beautiful house in that picture on your desk?”

“Yeah. That’s the one. We’d always go there a lot in the summer when I was younger, but in recent years, she’d rented it out. The property had been in her family for generations. It’s older, but it’s beautiful and overlooks the water.”

“Y/n, that’s amazing. Why do you seem so upset?”

“Well…she left the other half to a guy named Jay Park.”

“Who is that?”

“He was just a boy I grew up with. My Ameryn took care of him while his parents worked. Jay’s house was on one side, mine was on the other, and Ameryn’s was in the middle.”

“So, he was kind of like a brother to you?”

“We were close for many years.”

“From the look on your face, I get the feeling that something changed?”

“You’d be right.”

“What happened?”

There was no way you could handle rehashing it all. Today had already been too much for you to absorb. You would give her a shorter version.

“Basically, I found out he was keeping something from me. And I freaked out. I’d rather not get into it. But let’s just say I was fifteen at the time and having a really hard time handling my hormones and my issues with my mother. I made a rash decision to move away and live with my dad.”

Swallowing the pain, you said, “I left everything behind in Providence and moved to New Hampshire.”

Thankfully, Nagyung didn’t pry as to what the secret was. That wasn’t the issue you needed to talk about today. It was more important for her to help you figure out your next step than for you to be opening old wounds.

“So, you basically ran away from it all rather than dealing with it.”

“Yeah. Ran away from my problems…and from Jay.”

“You haven’t spoken to him since?”

“After I left, there were several months where there was no contact. I felt so guilty about the way I handled things. I did eventually try to see him and apologize once I came to my senses, but by then it was too late. He didn’t want to see me or talk to me..”

“..I can’t say I blamed him. He’d moved on, got in with a different crowd and then eventually moved to New York soon after graduating high school. We just completely lost touch, but he stayed in contact with Ameryn apparently. She was like a second mom to him.”

“Do you know what’s become of him?”

“I haven’t looked him up. I’ve always been too scared to find out.”

“Well, we need to take care of that right now.” She put down her fork and dug inside her purse for her phone.

“Whoa? what are you doing?”

“You know I’m a self-proclaimed professional stalker.”

Nagyung smiled. “I’m looking him up on Insta. Jay Park, you said his name was? And he lives in NYC?”

Covering your eyes. “I can’t look. I won’t look. There are probably hundreds of guys named Jay Park out there anyway. You probably won’t find him.”

“What does he look like?”

“The last time I saw him, he was 16, so I’m sure he doesn’t look the same. He has messy hair, though.”

He was really cute. You can still see his face like it was yesterday. You could never forget it. Nagyung was reading aloud information for the different Jay popping up on Instagram. Nothing stood out until she said, “Jay Park, New York, musician at BAM Acoustic Guitar.”

Your heart dropped, and to your surprise, you could feel tears trying to fight their way through your eyelids. The emotions rising to the surface so fast were unsettling.

It was as if he’d come back from the dead. “What did you just say? Works where?”

“Just In Time Acoustic Guitar? Is that him?” The words wouldn’t come out, so you stayed silent, pondering the name it was the same one he’d always used even as a kid playing guitar on your street corner.

“That’s him,” you finally conceded.

“Oh my God, Y/n!”

Your heart started to pound faster. “What?”

“This guy is…”

“What? Tell me,” you practically yelled before downing the rest of your water.

“He’s gorgeous. Absolutely freaking gorgeous.” Covering your face, you said, “Please don’t tell me that.”

“Take a look.”

“I can’t.”

Before you could refuse again, Nagyung shoved the phone in front of your face. It shook in your hands as you took it. From what you could see in the one photo, he was beautiful just like you remembered, but at the same time, really different. Grown up.

He was wearing a gray beanie and had a fair amount of chin scruff that he was never able to grow when you knew him. In the profile pic, he was leaning into a guitar and looked like he was about to sing into a microphone. The look on his face was intense and gave you the chills. When you went to click on the other photos, it wouldn’t let you in because his profile was set to private.

Nagyung reached out for the phone. “He’s a musician?”

“I guess so,” you said, handing it back to her.

You muttered to yourself. ‘He used to write songs for me.’

“Are you going to contact him?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I guess I don’t even know what to say to him. Whatever is meant to happen will happen. I’ll end up having to talk to him eventually. I’m just not gonna be the one to make the first move.”

“How exactly is this housing arrangement going to work anyway?”

“Well, the attorney gave me a set of keys and told me that another set was sent to Jay. Both of our names will be on the deed. Ameryn also set aside some money to be used for house repairs and maintenance to the property during the off season. I’m assuming he’s been made aware of all of the same info.”

“You don’t want to sell the house, right?”

“No way. There are too many memories, and it meant so much to Ameryn. I’m going to use it this summer and then maybe eventually rent it out if he agrees to it.”

“So, you have no idea how he plans to use his half? You’re just going to show up there in a few weeks, and if he’s there, he’s there, and if he’s not, he’s not?”

“Pretty much.”

“Oh, this is going to be interesting.”

*****

At 24, you was single again and starting a new life in Newport for the summer. Your teaching job in Providence afforded you summers off. Your hope was to find a temporary job for the season, but for now, you just wanted to enjoy a few weeks of relaxation.

Returning from downtown Newport with your bag of crustaceans one night, you noticed that the front door to the house was wide open.

“Did I forget to lock it? Was it the wind?” your heartbeat accelerated when you entered the kitchen to find a tall, leggy chick with short, cropped platinum blonde hair. She looked was stocking the cabinets. You cleared your throat.

“Hello?” She turned around before covering her chest.

“Oh my god. You scared me.”

Walking over to you smiling, she held out her hand. “I’m Yunjin”

With fine features, high cheekbones and that pixie cut, Yunjin could have been a model. You was the complete opposite from her physically with your long and dark hair, and curvy figure.

“I’m Y/n. Who are you?”

“I’m Jay's girlfriend.”

“Oh…I see. Where is he?”

“He just went to the market and the liquor store.”

“How long have you been here?”

“We just arrived about an hour ago.”

“How long are you staying?”

“Not sure really. We’re just gonna see where the summer takes us. Neither of us were expecting this development..you know, the house.”

“Yeah, I know.” You looked down at the French-manicured toes peeking out of her heels.

“Do you work?”

“I’m an actress, actually on Broadway. Off Broadway for now. I’m in between jobs, but I’ll probably be going back and forth to New York for auditions. What do you do?”

“I’m a middle school teacher. So, I get the summers off.”

“Oh, that’s really cool.”

“Yeah. It’s fun.”

“Where does Jay work?”

“He works from home right now. He sells software. He can work from anywhere. He also performs. You know he’s a musician, right?”

“Actually, I don’t know much about him anymore.”

“What happened between you two anyway? If you don’t mind my asking.”

“He’s never told you anything about me?”

“Just that you grew up together and that you’re Mrs. A’s granddaughter. Honestly, he never mentioned you at all until we got that letter from the attorney.”

Even that was expected, it made you sad. “That’s no surprise.”

“Why do you say that?”

“It’s kind of a long story.”

“Did you guys ever date?”

“No. It was nothing like that. We were just good friends, but we drifted apart after I moved away.”

“I see. This whole thing is a little weird, right? I mean, inheriting a house like this out of nowhere?”

“Well, my grandma was very generous, and she loved Jay very much. My mom is her only child, and she loved Jay like a grandson, so—”

“Your grandma left the house to you and not your mom?”

“Mom and her had a bit of a falling out some years ago. Thankfully, they made amends before she died, but things were never really the same again.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Thanks.”

Yunjin opened her arms to pull you into a casual hug. “Well, I really hope we can be friends. It will be nice to have a girl around to shop with, check out the island.”

“Yeah. That’d be nice.”

“I hope you’ll have dinner with us tonight?” You wasn’t ready to face him. You needed to make up a story and get out of here. “Actually, probably not tonight. I’d better be leaving.”

“That’s what you’re good at, isn’t it?” a deep voice you hardly recognized interrupted you from behind.

“What’s that?” you asked, swallowing nervously and refusing to turn around to look at him.

“Leaving,” he said louder. “That’s what you’re good at.”

Your breathing was ragged, but it was when you turned around that you nearly lost it. Jay was standing in front of you, and you swear it was like the boy you’d left behind had been swallowed up by a lean mass of muscle.

He just looked so different from what you remembered years ago. The anger on his face was transparent and somehow made him even more incredibly hot. It just would have been better if it weren’t directed toward you. His skin was a beautiful shade of bronze that complemented the natural golden streaks in his dark hair.

The smooth face you remembered was now rough. A rope and barb wire tattoo wrapped around his bicep. He was wearing camouflage cargo shorts with a tight white ribbed tank that hugged his chiseled chest. An indeterminate amount of time passed as you just took him in. Even though you was too stunned to say anything, your heart was screaming.

You knew deep down your reaction wasn’t just because of your physical attraction to him. It was because despite all of the changes, one thing had stayed exactly the same. His eyes. They reflected the same hurt that you remembered from the very last time you saw him. His name finally managed to roll off your tongue. “Jay…”

“Yes.” The deep, throaty sound of his voice vibrated through you.

“I wasn’t sure if you were ever going to show up.”

“Why wouldn’t I have?” he sneered.

“Well, I thought maybe you were avoiding me.”

“You’ve overestimated your significance to me. Of course, I was going to come. This is half my house.”

His words stung. “I didn’t say it wasn’t. It’s just, I hadn’t heard anything from you.”

“Interesting how that goes.”

Clearly uncomfortable with the sparring, Yunjin cleared her throat. “I was just asking Y/n if she wanted to have dinner with us tonight. Maybe you guys can catch up.”

“Apparently, she already has plans.” You turned to him.

“Why do you say that?”

“Oh, I don’t know, because you’re holding a bag that smells like dirty snatch?”

“It’s fresh seafood.”

“Doesn’t smell very fresh to me.”

“God. We haven’t seen each other in five years, and this is how you act?”

You turned to Yunjin. “Is he always this rude?” Before she could answer, he cracked, “I guess you bring it out in me.”

“You think Ameryn would be happy right now with your attitude? Something tells me she didn’t leave us this house so that we could fight with each other.”

“She left us both this house because we each meant something to her that doesn’t mean we have to mean anything to each other. Anyway, if you cared so much about what she thought maybe you shouldn’t have run away.”

“That’s a low blow.”

“The truth hurts, I guess.”

“I tried to contact you, Jay. I–”

“I’m not talking about this now, Y/n.” He said, speaking through gritted teeth. “It’s old news.”

It was unnerving to hear him to calling the name like that. Aside from the very first day you’d met, he’d always called you Patch or Patchy. Hearing your name come out of his mouth felt like a slap in the face for some reason, like he was trying to emphasize how much you’d grown apart.

Jay went from hot to cold as he shut down, heading back outside to retrieve the groceries from his car but not before slamming the door behind him. You shuddered, looking over at Yunjin whose eyeballs were moving back and forth from side to side in confusion. “Well, that was a nice start,” you joked.

“I don’t know what to say. I’ve never seen him act like that toward anyone to be honest. I’m really sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. Believe it or not, I probably deserve it.”

The only thing worse than the rude reception he’d given you was his blatantly ignoring you during dinner and for the rest of that night. That hurt more than anything he could have ever said to you. You thought the evening was horrible, lack of sleep assured that the next morning was even worse. Apparently, Jay found a way to take out his anger by taking it out on Yunjin.

Let’s just say playing guitar wasn’t the only talent he’d fully developed over time. Yunjin's moaning in the middle of the night as Jay pounded into her woke you up in the middle of the night. The walls literally shook, it was impossible to go back to sleep after that.

You tossed and turned your thoughts alternating between rehashing Jay's words to you from earlier to imagining what that scene in the other room actually looked like.

You used the opportunity to admire his stature and the flawless skin of his defined, shirtless back. Black gym pants hugged his beautifully round a**. You never realized how incredible his a** was. Your physical attraction to him really irked me under the circumstances, but that didn’t stop you from checking him out.

Squinting, you unsuccessfully tried to figure out what it was. He startled you when he suddenly turned around and met you with an incendiary stare. “Do you always ogle people when you think they can’t see you?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “How did you know I was standing here?”

“I could see your reflection in the window, genius.”

“You didn’t even flinch. I didn’t think you noticed me.”

“Clearly.”

“Are you trying to make me hate you or something? Because you’re doing a pretty damn good job.”

Jay didn’t answer your question. Instead, he just turned back around toward the window.

“Why do you do that?” you asked.

“Do what?”

“Say things to piss me off then shut down?”

He continued to speak to the window, “Would you rather I just continue to piss you off? I’m trying to get my anger in check with you, Y/n. You should be happy I know when to stop unlike some people.”

“Will you at least look at me when you’re talking to me?”

He turned around and walked toward me slowly then leaned his face in. You could feel his words on my lips when he asked, “Is this better? You’d rather me in your face like this?” you could practically taste his breath.

Your entire body felt weak from the close contact, so you backed away. “I didn’t think so,” he snarled. You walked over to the refrigerator and opened it, pretending to look for something. It annoyed you that your peaceful mornings were a thing of the past.

“You always get up this early?” you asked.

“I’m a morning person.”

“I can see that so bright and cheery,” you said, sarcastically.

“Some of us need sleep, though.”

“I slept just fine last night.”

“Oh, I know after you traumatized me. You must have passed out after all that screwing could you two have been any louder last night?”

“Well, excuse me. If I can’t f*ck in my own house where do you expect me to do it?”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t do it. Just be more respectful.”

“Define respect.”

“Doing it quietly.”

“Sorry. I don’t f*ck quietly.”

As much as you hated that answer, you somehow felt that those words would be repeating in your head later tonight.

“Forget it. Clearly, you don’t know the meaning of respect.”

“Respect you? Why? Because you’re not getting laid? Why don’t you hook up with some salty dude down at the dock? Maybe then you won’t care so much about other people’s business.”

“Salty dude?”

“Yeah. You know, the guys that live on the boats the ones who sell you that nasty fish you were eating last night.”

You just shook your head and rolled your eyes, refusing to dignify that comment with a response. He surprised you when he suddenly lifted the carafe. “Want some coffee?”

“Now you’re being nice?”

“No, I just figured you’re sticking around for some reason. It must be the coffee.”

“This is my kitchen.”

He winked. “Our kitchen.” Grabbing two mugs from the cabinet, he asked, “How do you take yours?”

“Cream and sugar.”

“I’ll take care of it while you go put on a bra.”

You looked down at your b**bs which were hanging freely beneath your white t-shirt not expecting to run into him this early, you hadn’t thought to put one on. Too embarrassed to acknowledge the fact that he’d noticed, you went back to your room and got dressed when you returned he was back at the window drinking his coffee.

“Is this better?” you asked, referring to your dress. He turned around and gave you a once over.

“Define better. If better means I can’t see your tits anymore…yes, it’s better. If better, means you look better, that’s debatable.”

“What’s wrong with this?”

“It looks like you sewed it yourself.”

“Actually, it’s from one of the shops on the island. It is handmade.”

“Out of a potato sack?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Maybe?”

He snickered. “Your coffee’s on the counter, raggedy ann.”

Your inclination was to try to come up with a comeback but then you realized that was probably what he wanted, you needed to kill him with kindness instead of showing your anger. “Thank you. That was nice of you to make it for me.”

You took a sip and immediately spit it out. “What did you put in this? It’s so strong!”

Instead of answering you, he just started to crack up. His laughter resonated through the kitchen and as much as you hated that it was at your expense, it was the first time he’d laughed. It took you back in time for a moment and served as the only real reminder that the smoking hot a**hole in front of you used to be your bestfriend.

“You don’t like it?”

“It’s a bit strong. What is it?��

“It’s coffee fusion, actually.”

“What does that even mean?”

Jay sauntered over to the cabinet and took out a can and a package. “It’s my own recipe. Cuban coffee mixed with this one.” He pointed to the black packaging that had a white skull and crossbones on it.

“What the hell is that?”

“It’s coffee. I order it online. Nothing else is caffeinated enough for me.”

“That’s why you wanted to serve it to me, wasn’t it? You knew I’d hate this concoction.”

He simply let out that raspy laugh of his again, except this time, he was laughing way harder than before. Yunjin entered the kitchen, wearing a long black t-shirt that must have been the one he wasn’t wearing.

“What’s so funny?” Jay's mischievous eyes peeked from behind his mug.

He snickered. “We were just having coffee.”

Yunjin shook her head. “You didn’t drink his mud, did you? I don’t know how he likes that stuff.” You reminded yourself of your plan to kill him with kindness. Taking another sip of the coffee, you nodded.

“Actually, at first taste, it was pretty strong, but I actually think I really like it.” It was disgusting.

“You’d better be careful. That sh*t is potent. Jay is immune to it, but the one and only time I drank it, it kept me up for like four days.”

Jay laughing. “Apparently, we kept Y/n up last night.”

Yunjin turned to you. “Oh, sh*t. I’m sorry.”

Shrugging, you said, “It’s no big deal. I got used to it after a while.”

“Was that when you decided you wished you could join in?” he cracked.

You wasn't going to respond to that. The more you looked over at his smug expression, the more determined yoi became to finish the entire damn mug of coffee to spite him. “I’m really surprised at how much I’m actually liking this,” lied.

Yunjin chose to ignore Jay's earlier comment. “What do you say after breakfast we head to town, Y/n? I’d love it if you could show me around the island.”

“Alright. That would be nice.”

She walked over to him and wrapped her arm around his waist. “You want to come with us, babe?”

Jay said before finishing off the last of his coffee and putting the cup in the sink. “No. I have sh*t to do,”

“Okay. Just the girls then.”

The coffee had turned you into a spaz. As Yunjin and you walked around Newport that morning, she kept having to tell you to slow down. Apparently, in her heels, she couldn’t keep up with you. At one point later in the afternoon, you stopped to rest your legs. Yunjin and you sat on a wooden bench overlooking the dozens of docked sailboats as the sun shined over the water.

“So, how did you and Jay meet?” you asked.

“I was in the audience at this club called Showbox in Seattle, Jay was performing there that night. He was eyeing me the whole time he was singing and after the show, he came to find me. When he said he was thinking of me while he was singing the last song, I nearly died. We’ve been inseparable since.”

Your face felt hot. You wasn’t willing to admit to yourself that it was jealousy. The thought of them connecting so intimately while he was in the middle of performing made you uncomfortable for some reason. Maybe because it reminded you of the songs he used to write for you. You’d think nothing would bother you after having to endure their f*cking last night.

“What kind of music does he play now?”

“Well, he does some covers of artists like Drake, but he also writes a lot of original stuff. He mostly plays clubs, but his manager has been trying to get him a music deal. Of course, the girls all go crazy over him. That part has taken some getting used to for me.”

“I’m sure it’s hard.”

“Yeah. Big time.” She tilted her head. “What about you? No boyfriend?”

“I just got out of a relationship.” You confide in her as if she were just a normal friend to you.

On the way home, you passed Yeonjun’s on the Beach, a restaurant that was known for live music at night and really good food. A sign out front read, Temporary Summer Help Wanted. Since there was a university just over the bridge, a lot of the students went home in the summer, leaving some of the local restaurants in need of temporary wait staff. You stopped short in front of the entrance.

“Do you mind if I go in and inquire about this?”

“Sure. I’d actually like to check it out, too.”

Both Yunjin and you had waitressing experience so you sat down and filled out applications, by the time you walked out of there, we each had a job. The manager basically told you could work any night you wanted. The extra money and flexibility was impossible to pass up, Yunjin was particularly happy that he’d told her it was no problem if she had to suddenly cancel a shift in the event she got called back to Manhattan for an audition. You were each going to start tomorrow.

That night, Yunjin thought you should celebrate new jobs over dinner and drinks on the upper deck back at the house. It hadn’t dawned on you how peaceful being away from Jay all day had been. When you walked in the door, butterflies started to swarm in your stomach again as soon as you smelled his cologne.

Jay was standing in the kitchen drinking a beer when Yunjin ran over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Jay was tall over six feet but Serim wasn’t that much shorter than him. Next to both of them, you was basically a midget. He cleaned up nice, Jay had changed out of his camouflage shorts from earlier into dark jeans and a gray shirt with black stripes that hugged his chest. He’d done something to his hair that you couldn’t pinpoint. She ran her fingers through his hair then kissed him.

“I missed you. Guess what? We both got jobs at this restaurant on the beach.”

“Did you tell them you could get called back to New York anytime?”

“The guy said it didn’t matter. He said I could basically just work whenever I want.”

“Really. That sounds a bit shady to me. But whatever. You sure he doesn’t just want in your pants, Serim?”

“He said the same thing to me,” you interrupted.

“Well, then it can’t be that.”

It took you a bit to realize that he’d just insulted you. Yunjin intercepted before you could muster up a comeback.

“It’s mild out. How about we all have dinner on the upstairs deck tonight. We could barbecue that steak I have marinating in the fridge.”

You didn’t have the heart to tell her you don’t like red meat, so you just kept quiet. He would probably think you was looking for an excuse not to have dinner with them. Kill him with kindness. “I’m not that great of a cook, but I can make a big salad.”

Jay smacked the counter. “Great. I’ll start the grill while Y/n tosses her big salad.” He started to walk outside when you yelled after him.

“You know what Ameryn would say to you right now? She’d tell you to go wash your dirty mouth out with soap.”

He turned around and lifted his brow. “Soap wouldn’t cut it.”

After chopping up lettuce, carrots, red onion, tomatoes and cucumbers, you dressed the salad with homemade honey mustard vinaigrette. You carried it upstairs where Jay and her were already sitting down at the table. She had poured three glasses of merlot, and Jay was sipping one as he looked over at the waves, which were rough tonight.

Once you started eating, Jay wouldn’t look at you or make conversation. You filled your plate with salad and bread, and it took a while before anyone noticed that you wasn’t eating anything else. Yunjin’s mouth was full when she said, “You didn’t even touch the steak.”

“I don’t really like to eat meat.”

Jay chuckled. “Is that why you can’t find a man?”

You dropped your fork. “You’re a prick seriously I don’t recognize you anymore, how were we ever best friends?”

“I used to ask myself that all the time before I stopped giving a sh*t.”

You got up from the table and went downstairs. Leaning against the kitchen counter, Yunjin in and out slowly to calm yourself down, she came up quietly behind you.

“I really don’t get what’s going on between you two or why he refuses to talk about it.”

“Are you sure you guys never dated?”

“I told you, Yunjin. It wasn’t anything like that.”

“Will you tell me what happened?”

“I think he should be the one to explain it to you. Honestly, I don’t know. Anything that happened before that is irrelevant now. He’s pissed because of how I handled something or just running away, that's how i survive. Let’s just go back upstairs and try to have a nice dinner.”

Back on the upper deck, Jay was stone-faced, pouring more wine into his glass. A part of you wanted to slap him across the face, but another part felt guilty that you had caused so much anger in him. He said he didn’t care, but you refused to believe he would be acting up like this if he didn’t.

You touched his arm. “Will you just talk to me?”

He whipped his arm away. “I’m over it. I’m not talking about anything.”

“Will you do it for Ameryn?”

His head flipped up, and his eyes darkened. “Stop f*cking bringing her into this. Your grandma was a wonderful woman. She was the mother I never had. She never turned her back on me like pretty much everyone else in my life. This house is a representation of your mom, which is why I’m here.”

“I’m not here because of you. You want me to talk, but what you don’t seem to understand is that I don’t have anything to say about anything that happened almost a decade ago. I’ve erased it all. It’s too late, Y/n. I don’t care if you and Yunjin become friends, alright? But don’t bother trying to get through to me because we’re not gonna be friends,”

“..you put me in a sh*t mood, and I don’t want to spend this whole summer in a sh*t mood. We’re roommates. Nothing more. Stop pretending there is something more to it. Stop pretending to like the goddamn coffee. Stop pretending everything is just great. Cut the sh*t and see things for what they are. We don’t mean anything to each other.”

He got up and took his plate. “I’m done, Yunjin. I’ll see you in the room.”

Yunjin and you sat in silence, listening to nothing but the sound of the waves crashing beneath you. “I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

“Please. Don’t, okay? He’s right. Sometimes, you can’t fix things.” Despite the complacent words that had come out of your mouth, a tear fell down your cheek.

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bloodchapell · 1 month ago

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Do you want to write anything for Dr.Stone? Maybe hcs of what it’s like living with the characters? Platonic or not doesn’t matter.

what it's like to live with dr.stone characters

what to expect: implied stanxeno

your sword's note: thankyu so much for the request dear anon! let me know if i should do a part 2 with more characters, more on my mistresslist

senku

you never know when he is home, he could not come home for three days straight or come home at the same time every day

extremely organized but somehow doesn't mind some mess (as long as it doesn't disrupt his organization of important things)

if you are living with him as a roommate, this guy needs to know you for this life and three previous ones, if on a relationship it needs to be a really serious one for you two to live together

you will find things in the fridge that should NOT be in the fridge (with a note saying "do not consume unless you want to 10 billion percent die")

his computer needs to run insane calculations so it can also run almost any game, he lets you use it (if you mess with his stuff the universe might colapse)

really popular: he either sleeps on a senior citizen schedule or has lost track of reality

if on a relationship: ideally he wants separate rooms, he doesn't want to disrupt your sleep when he is engulfed in the latest project and occasionally just wants to sleep on his own, sometimes tho he just crawls into your bed and lays stiff until he falls asleep, always wakes up hugging you or being hugged, swears on copernicus' name that he doesn't like it but it keeps happening (is this a pattern?)

great at following cooking instructions but can't innovate

showers with cold water for the "benefits" and complains if you take too long on the bathroom

folds clothes horribly so he just hangs them

no pets (its for the creature's safety i swear)

gen

if on a relation ship: u found a four of clubs in your underwear drawer? no you didn't

will manipulate you into cooking (either way don't let him cook)

collects cards decks and has them displayed

solid skincare routine, can't decide if he does some form of exercise like pilates or idek, have y'all seen his waist!? is that body tea natural???

if on a relationship: feet and hands always cold and he seeks your warmth when you sleep together, refuses to put on socks (bro walked everywhere without shoes in the stone world, he'd do that at home too)

will eat your food, he doesn't care if its labeled

hates chores day, but he is also really organized so that helps (has a random hidden pile of chao)

your place will always smell good because he brings flowers regularly

why are there 3 six-packs of cola in the fridge?

tsukasa

either brings mirai really often or straight up lives with her, she has her own room and all

cooks delicious meals my gawdd

if on a relationship: he makes sure you don't have to do a single thing. cooking? he got it. chores? he got it. you want the lights off? done. craving something? he will go buy it

if on a relationship: lets you brush his hair, play with it and take care of it (this is my dream)

this guy wakes up at the crack of dawn and will be making some protein shake that is inhumane

i hc that he really likes photography for some reason, so he will have pictures all up his room (or the entire place if you are together)

if on a relationship: he is a human heater, he is so damn warm when sleeping is kinda scary

exercises every single day (no shit), might drag you along

trophies and all displayed

ryusui

MANSIOOOOON

francois lives with you too, they have their own room

idk what is the situation here if you are roommates, makes more sense if you are together

you don't have to do a single thing, ever, it is all taken care of

you open doors and discover full on facilities that you never knew the place had, it keeps happening (is this place infinite?)

if on a relationship: your room matches those of royalty in webtoons, gigantic bed, a closet like barbie's in life in the dream house, a vanity with every product you could ever imagine, the bathroom has a massive tub and a smartass toilet

he would ask you to accompany somewhere real quick (you end up across the world on a party), if he ever asks for some of your time and you deny because of work, he will buy whatever company you work on and give you infinite paid vacation, if its because of studying he backs down and lets you study

has so many dogs, francois handles their schedule

the mansion is so big that you get surprised when you meet him unintentionally

if on a relationship: you also have separate rooms, and a room for the two of you

he brings sai over (against sai's will)

stan and xeno

why would you live with these two? are you their adopted child?

elegant ahh house

you are allowed to have a fish

chrome

rocks everywhere !

in the new modern era he is fascinated by simple house appliances. the microwave heats up the food? THATS BAAAAD. the washing machine washes the clothes? THATS BAAAD (downside is that he will take apart everything to learn how it works and it may not function again OR he will invent a house appliance that already exists "what if we had this artifact that woke us up through a bell?" "oh you mean an alarm clock?" he falls backwards)

organized as hell, knows where everything is. has he seen your polka dots sock? hell yeah

#x reader #headcanon #dr stone #dcst #senku ishigami #senku x reader #gen asagiri #tsukasa shishio #tsukasa x reader #gen x reader #ryusui nanami #ryusui x reader #chrome #stanxeno #senku x y/n

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thehelltingvilleclub · 3 months ago

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Josh Levy - Teddy Bear with a Lightsaber

He's not fat.. okay he's fat AND he's big boned.

Joshua “Josh” Aaron Levy [05/04/80] Secretary of Science Fiction AOL / Online Users: [JediJunkies_80] Theme Songs: Science Fiction Double Feature - Me First and Gimmie Gimmies | Ghost - Mystery Skulls | Aliens Exist - blink-182

Favorite Shit: Star Trek, Star Wars, Dr. Who, Twilight Zone, Kaiju, Stargate SG-1 Battlestar Galactica, Klingon, Alternate Earths, Firefly, Planet of the Apes, 12” Action Figures, Torrent Sites, The X-Files, Babylon 5, Akira, Farscape, Boba Fett

Despite his (well earned) grievances, he still hangs around these fuckers cause he can't really seem to find solace anywhere else, even online spaces. He didn't expect to find any enjoyment out of going to tournaments with Jerry, but an excuse to get good city food and walk around the comic shops they were held in were enough in his book to keep him coming back. He even managed to find a space themed tabletop he likes to play, and... y'know.. maybe other reasons..

But we don't talk about him shit uh IT UH--

Never tell me the odds.

Oh Joshybear my beloved you poor antagonistic shitsmear.

His mom is in the hospital a lot more often or just straight up bed bound, which makes him kind of never want to leave his room out of guilt.

Yes, this dingus still blames himself for it, though it's not like his father helps with that.

Whenever he isn't holed up in his room, he's trying to drag somebody anybody out of the house to do something. Anything to get his mind off of stupid emotional shit--

He often goes with Jerry into the inner city when he has tournaments, especially when nobody else really wants to go. Sometimes he even covers Jerry bus fair or just borrows his mom's car.

However, this fucker HATES driving. It makes him the most anxious he's ever been his entire life. It is nothing like video games and it is nothing like the Millennium Falcon, that's for damn certain.

He also hates trying to park because he is deathly afraid of hitting the side of someone's car with the door.

Josh actually doesn't meet Matt at the same time as Jerry, surprisingly enough. Jerry introduces them when they bump into each other at the shop for a non-tournament related reason.

Josh nearly had a panic attack on the spot but it's fine

The moment he heard Matt had never seen the Star Wars films he nearly lost his mind.

This became the entire basis of Josh's attachment to the dude: "I have to show him the cinematic masterpiece that is this damn franchise."

And that's all it is. Mhmm. Totally. Don't ask why his hands are clammy and he's even more show-offy than normal whenever he's around. Don't.

please?

He works with his dad at their Synagogue as essentially a secretary and sound technician, but hey, it lets him write his fanfictions Reimaginings and scroll through blogs in peace, right?

And it keeps him out of his dad's hair and the house, so it's kind of a win-win-win.. win?

I love him

I want to eat him.

A DOUBLE POST???? HJGDSAJKHDKSJALHDLK You're welcome

Also don't worry guys, you'll get a WHOLE lot more info on Matt soon. He's not an affiliated member of the club and I didn't have many drawings of him (despite my.. excessive notes...) so I'm cranking them out as I post this.

NOW LOVE THE BIG MAN ON CAMPUS DAMNIT.

also hi I know his pants look weird shut up nothing else looked better.

#the eltingville club #the helltingville club #eltingville fanart #welcome to eltingville #josh levy #eltingville club #eltingville josh #my artwork #my art

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hoes4hoseok · 11 months ago

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enhypen as the tortured poets department

pairings :: ot7 x gn!reader (if i accidentally slipped in a gender-related mistake please let me know!) genres :: angst & fluff warnings :: swearing, alcohol, mentions of food, sorta emotional cheating, reader being down bad ™️ word count :: 2.1k author’s note :: thanks to ogs @sunoosill and @fandomgirl489 for helping me hehe love you guys! also i kind of tried something new with this one, they're actual little fics this time so let's see how it's recieved 😭 that being said i lowkey hate this. i started doubting all my choices once i was like 60% done but this took an embarrassingly long time. also this is unedited because i'm sick of this draft. i hope y'all enjoy though!

ni-ki as my boy only breaks his favorite toys

“i felt more when we played pretend than with all the kens cause he took my out of my box, stole my tortured heart, left all these broken parts, told me i’m better off, but i’m not”

ni-ki swept 👏 you 👏 off 👏 your 👏 feet 👏 when you first met

because he doesn't seem like he'd necessarily approach a relationship the same way as everyone else just because everyone else is doing it

so when he asked you out he was pretty nonchalant about it (even if that wasn’t how he was feeling)

&& it all felt so romantic because you’d do things like get dessert in the middle of the night & then drive into the hills together

especially because he didn’t treat you the same way as the other people he dated — a fact his friends confirmed.

he was passive about it all before you.

there wouldn’t be any doubt that he loved you because he most certainly did

not to be cliché but he made you see the world differently! & more importantly, he made you see romantic relationships differently

but you could tell that he had a sense of uncertainty around you

not because he was uncertain about his feelings for you

but an uncertainty that told him that he needed to spend each moment like it could be taken away from him in the blink of an eye

he knew he was feeling too much — he knew you were feeling too much

because ultimately, he was unsure about whether he was right for you.

so he left you, promising that you’d be better off without him.

you weren’t.

sunoo as down bad

“for a moment i knew cosmic love, now i’m down bad, crying at the gym”

sunoo would be such a good boyfriend on paper

he'd buy you flowers & give great hugs, of course, but he'd also be supportive & reassure you when you felt insecure and unsure about your place in the world

that being said, sunoo is not one to string people along

so the moment he realized that he wasn’t 100% in, he made a plan to end things & he did.

&&...losing sunoo fucked you up. it would fuck anyone up, to be fair.

finding out that he was leaving you when the relationship was everything to you would catch you off guard, to say the least.

he probably left feeling proud of himself for doing everything right too LMAO 😭

&& yes, i don't think it's anything he did that made it so bad

it's just that break-ups suck & you really loved him! even if he “did everything right”

no matter how it transpired, you were still in shambles at the end

you broke down in tears at the sight of anything that made you think of him

from the smell of gardenias in a grocery store

‘he bought me those 🤧! for our first anniversary 🤧!’

to the most upbeat song you’ve ever heard coming on shuffle while you work out

‘he loved that song’ (even if you couldn’t stand it)

&& you really hoped he was feeling a shred of what you were

but it sure as hell didn’t seem that way.

jungwon as fresh out the slammer

“all those nights, you kept me going, swirled you into all of my poems”

you & jungwon had a lot of your own problems to deal with the first time you dated

likely because he had a lot on his plate at the time as an idol & you were just at different places in your lives

&& even though your brain was telling you not to, you fell in love fast

he’d taken you to a quiet spot in his hometown that he used to go to when he was overwhelmed as a kid

it was an old swingset at the park where, somehow, everything else had been renovated

the two of you sat there for hours with your hands entwined, talking about your futures

&& the possibility of them ending in the same place.

it felt childish & implausible, but you wanted to believe it

&&, as the break up proved to you, it was, in fact, childish & implausible to believe that your lives could magically become compatible

you tried to move on, you really did. you dated other people for years.

one boyfriend stuck around for four years. a coworker. your future with him felt written in stone.

he was good to you, but there was a part of your heart that yearned for more

the part that yearned for the type of connection you had on the swingset all those years ago

you didn't spend that time waiting for jungwon — you accepted that you were going to spend your life content with your boyfriend

but you sometimes thought about what it would be like if you met jungwon under different circumstances or another life where his career wasn’t so controlling and demanding of him

you would smile listening to his music (that you subconsciously hoped was about you)

&& checked how he was doing online periodically

but then you were single. it was something your boyfriend said about not seeing a future here. not seeing a future with you. when you gave him four years of your life.

you knew you should have felt more, that you should have been torn apart for months

but a week later, you picked up the phone & dialed the number that had been seared into your brain for six years

“y/n?”

his voice was almost a whisper.

“do you think you could take me to that park again tonight?”

“i’ll be there in 10 minutes.”

“thank you.”

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

“i missed you.”

heeseung as the alchemy

“where’s the trophy? he just comes running over to me”

when you started dating heeseung, you knew it would be really easy for him to put you low on his priority list being an idol

&& you wouldn’t have blamed him for that

because your careers are important, especially at this point in your lives (also your exes probably did that with much less demanding jobs)

but he didn’t! he told you it would be tough but that he’d try his best to make sure you had time together even with his insane packed schedule

&& try he did omg 🤭 that man put in the WORK

he would show up towards the end of your workday just to whisk you off on a date 🫶

which you not-so-secretly loved for two reasons:

one: it reminded you that he loved you & valued your career as much as you valued his

two: he’s really hot. so it’s fun to see everyone’s reaction to him showing up heehee

&& after your workday he’d take you wherever you wanted

but you’re indecisive at times, so he’d just guess sometimes.

it was usually your favorite restaurant or a massage parlor, but once he literally took you to the airport for a getaway? who knows what he has planned lmfao

you loved getting surprised by your boyfriend, of course, but the nights when you were at his concert to support him? those meant the world to you.

you swore that you’d never forget the look on his face when he realized you were in the crowd the first time you surprised him

but honestly? his excitement never faltered. he still wears that childish grin every time he sees you showing up for him

&& the post concert kisses are incomparable to all the others

because he kisses you like you’re the stars in a rom-com. every. damn. time — whether it’s backstage or in front of 20,000 people.

jay as chloe or sam or sophia or marcus

“if you want to break my cold, cold heart, just say ‘i loved you the way that you were’”

jay was hurting you

with every instagram post he uploaded with a woman you didn’t recognize,

at every red carpet appearance where he had someone else on his arm,

with every polite smile he greeted you with when you crossed paths.

you broke up with him. years ago, at that. you had no right to feel this way.

his mind seemed scattered in your time together & he was unsure about most everything

at first, it had seemed like you were the exception to that.

until you weren’t.

when you broke it off, you told him you loved him. & that maybe you always would.

he might have loved you.

but if that was the case, he never told you.

on occasion, you thought about how he felt seeing you date around aimlessly.

had he done the mature thing & moved on?

did his jaw clench seeing another man kiss you the same way it did before you dated?

did he care about what you were thinking as much as you did about him?

there were times that you’d stare at his contact, finger hovering above the ‘call’ button

almost hoping your finger would slip so you’d have the chance, the smallest chance to hear him say

“i loved you the way that you were.”

(i really want to write a oneshot about this actually? maybe?)

jake as so high school

“get my car door, isn’t that sweet, then pull me to the backseat, no one’s ever had me, not like you”

jake was so obsessed with you before y’all started dating HEHE probably from the first time that he had a conversation with you!

he was so enthralled by the way you think & see the world

&& he blushed and stumbled on his words every time he talked to you for months & his friends would tease him RELENTLESSLY

he got so nervous before following you on social media that he had to employ his friends to help.

“guys, just press it for me. i can’t look!”

he probably thought about asking you out on many occasions but chickened out for one reason or another every time

but then he saw you at the local convenience store while he was out getting ramen at 2 a.m. — or rather, you saw him.

"jake?" he'd know that voice anywhere. oh god oh god oh god oh god

he needed a moment to compose himself, but he pulled himself together enough to look up at you & greet you properly <3

his stress slipped away fairly fast after that & you found yourselves shopping for your respective midnight snacks together

"have you tried this one? it's probably my favorite limited edition flavor" you had said, pointing to your favorite candy

which, naturally, he responded to by pulling a handful into his basket 😚

you didn't know whether he wanted to try it because you liked it or he was buying it for you, but either way, you found it endearing

after you both paid, jake took your groceries in his other hand, declaring that he'd carry them to your car for you

which, of course, wasn't possible. you had walked.

😧...😟...😶...🤔...☝️😲 "i could give you a ride! i don't want you walking home alone at this hour. or i could call you an uber if you're not comf—"

"i'd really like that"

&& then his heart would damn near explode at the sight of your smile. because how could it not.

he fumbled with the bags before opening the passenger door for you

&& on the drive there he'd stare at you with heart eyes while you talked at every red light

you'd have to tell him it turned green because he was just so distracted hehe

oh my god not this being my second fic about jake driving you home,, 🫣 IT'S FUNNY BECAUSE I DON'T PLAN THESE I JUST GO WITH WHAT FEELS RIGHT

i'm just hilarious, this does not show anything about what i want irl, absolutely nothing.

sunghoon as i look in people’s windows

"what if your eyes looked up & met mine one more time?"

you & sunghoon had a mutual break up, but it didn't feel that way a month after it happened

especially not when you were walking alone down the street his friend lived on & noticed the light shining through the large window

contrary to what you told yourself (i don’t even care if he’s in there) you approached the warm light warily

you didn’t really know whether you were hoping to see him in there, but you did — he was laughing with a few people, glass of wine in hand

&&…you weren’t expecting a flood of memories to overcome you in the way they did.

memories from when you were invited. memories from when you called them “our” friends & not “his” friends. memories from when you were the one making him laugh.

you didn’t notice your mouth fall agape or the tears welling in your eyes until sunghoon met your gaze with a tilt of his head, his smile falling as he registered your presence

for a moment, your mind rushed to decipher the look on his face — the way his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, the way his mouth fell agape too — the same expressions you used to be able to read so well.

finally tearing your gaze from sunghoon, you noticed his friends turning back to look out for whatever it was that made their friend so unsettled

they never saw you. you ran before they could.

perhaps if you had stayed a moment longer, you would have heard the front door open.

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neo30deck · 9 months ago

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I know people love the batfam, and throwing them through a bunch of character development to make Bruce a better dad so that they're a happy family (at least as close to a happy family they can be).

But it would be really funny if the batkids ended up running off to the homes of Bruce's friends whenever he pisses them off.

And I know you're thinking about Clark or Diana first, but I imagine Barry as the one who has to deal with his house being broken into by a bunch of kids who need refuge from their dad that they're pissed off at.

Now, hear me out.

Dick is best friends with Wally, and I really like Barry and Bruce being close friends. So Dick would've spent a lot of his childhood being around Barry since the guy probably goes to the Batcave to ramble about cases with Bruce.

You could also have him go over to Metropolis to vent to his uncle Clark, but I want the speedster to wrap him in a blanket and give him advice on how to take care of himself and relieve that pressure of being the oldest.

Now Jason... Maybe he would fuck off over to Coast to bother Hal with his problems.

Because 1. The guy already hates Batman, and he would totally bond with Jason over complaining about his awful demeanor. 2. Bruce hates Hal, so Jason bonding with Hal and sharing stories of Bruce doing stupid things to piss him off would be hilarious.

Hal gets stories of the great Batman burning down a kitchen trying to make toast, and Jason gets a hero in his corner ready to wholeheartedly defend him against Batman.

Even if Jason went into a rage, Hal could 100% defend himself by putting him in a box to let it all out. He would not judge Jason for the side effects of dying, they might even bond over that!

I also love the headcanon of Hal being a great cook and knowing how to make great food with his limited supply. So that's something he could bond with Jason over while he vents about what Bruce did this time.

And for the Halbarry enjoyers of this platform, Hal eventually migrating over to Barry's home when they date could give Jason another hero who has experience dealing with Bruce's bullshit under his belt. And he can spend his time cooking mountains of food for the resident speedsters as a way to vent when Hal is off planet.

Now Tim.

Tim shall also go to Barry, because I think these two are cute together, and Tim is friends with Bart, so I imagine him hanging out in Barry's home pretty often regardless. (I may be clinging to that one comic panel of Barry saying he liked Tim. No idea where it is tho)

Give Tim another adult to get help with his cases. Barry canonically spends time after meetings chatting with Bruce about cases. Tim has experience dealing with Bart and his speed rambles. They both could let loose around the other and go nerd as much as they want. Tim would find Barry's knowledge of science fascinating.

And it would've been so fun if Tim went to Barry when Bruce was out of time for help. The speedster has plenty of experience with time-related shenanigans!

Damian... I think he would like Dinah a lot? Maybe because her prowess in martial arts is impressive and reminds him of his mother, so he respects her a lot?

I don't know Damian that well, he might like Barry because he's fast enough to react to all of his attacks, so he doesn't have to worry about catching him off guard. He might even find it fun to try and land a hit? maybe.

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loweya-blog · 4 months ago

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Eye See Clearly Now

There was something troubling Mammon, as there often was. Instead of money troubles or fleeing from Lucifer's wrath, this time it was you. Had he done something wrong? He tried to name all the things he had possible done and he realized....yeah there was probably something. Of course he would NEVER communicate things like that clearly so he went to one of his brothers for a second opinion. "Hey....so.... how do you get someone to not be mad at you?" Mammon asked.

Beel looked at him and paused after eating a bite of his gigadeath hamburger.

"Is Lucifer mad at you again?" Beel asked.

"No...It's MC. They keep glarin' at me and I dunno what I did wrong!" Mammon said with a huff.

Beel swallowed his burger and looked at Mammon with worried eyes.

"They were glaring earlier too. Even at me," the gentle giant said with a sad expression.

Mammon could barely withhold his surprise. It was one thing to be mad at a scummy guy like him, but Beel? He was a sweetheart, barely upset almost anybody unless it was food related. Mammon dragged Beel along with him and went to talk to the rest of his brothers, unintentionally riling them all up.

Leviathan was a nervous wreck, wondering if you hated him now. Asmodeus hated it when you glared in the direction of his beautiful face, it made him feel things he was not comfortable with. Like he wasn't somehow absolutely stunning! Belphegore figured something had just upset you and the sooner it was figured out the sooner he could take a nap. Satan was incredibly worried and mildly curious at the idea of your anger. They at last dragged poor Lucifer along who was just trying to finish his work.

The battle plan had started. A new chat group was made, the "Anti-Angry MC" team began their plot. First, they would soothe your wild anger with gifts and food they knew you like. Then, they would tentatively approach the subject and actually ask what you were angry about. Last, they would do whatever it took to make it up to you, no matter the cost!

When you came home from your part-time work, you were tired. It didn't help that your eyesight was shit and you hadn't gotten new contacts yet. You refused glasses. They were uncomfortable and so few were actually cute. Besides, they were expensive! The last week had been hard and you had to squint just to see everything.

When you opened the door, you were shocked to find all the brothers gathered in front of it like simpering sad little dogs.

"Um..... everything okay?" You asked.

Before you got a proper response they pulled you off to the dining room, concerned and cowering whenever you looked at them. By Diavolo, what was going on?! But the food was nice. They gave you the best food and asked how your day was before piling hundreds of gifts on you like they were trying to bury you. Before they could even get to their next phase, you asked them.

"Hey what's going on? You guys are acting strange."

"That's what we wanted to you!" Asmo cried out, "Why are you so mad with all of us? Did we do something?"

Your eyes widened in surprise.

"I'm not mad at any of you."

"Then why you glarin' at us?" Mammon asked with a huff and slight pout.

"Oh! Sorry. I'm not glaring. I'm just having a hard time seeing. My contacts haven't come in yet,"

"And you didn't use your glasses because...?"

You glanced at the ground sheepishly.

"....I don't like them. They're uncomfortable and make me look like a dork."

Lucifer let out an annoyed sigh. All this work, and money, for something so simple. But he was silently relieved it wasn't anything serious.

"We can get you some more comfortable glasses, there are many types in the devildom, even some that are invisible. Just next time tell us- .... tell me," He corrected himself, not really trusting his brothers.

"Or me, I have saw cute Ruri-chan glasses."

"Or me! I know all about the fashion of glasses hon!"

"....Hey..... can I take a nap now?" Belphie asked, moving over to you so he could rest his head on your lap.

The rest of the brothers balked at the idea and chaos erupted once more. You smiled to yourself, finding it all funny. The brothers loved you so much that the idea of you being mad at them made them go from demon rulers of hell, to sad little doggies.

The End.

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justwinginglife · 4 months ago

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Growing Pains

25 Days of Simpmas: Day Fourteen December 14th: Satoru Gojo, Rank 12 Anime: Jujutsu Kaisen Event Masterlist

Guys, don't hate me for putting Gojo so low on my list, okay? LOL. I do really love this fic though, I feel like it could be a whole series, honestly. I had the best time writing it, so I hope yall enjoy!

“Smells like trash, must be a Zenin nearby.”

Gojo pretended to examine his surroundings, peering over his sunglasses as he sniffed the air. His eyes finally landed on you.

You flipped him off, retorting back, “Smells like shit, must be a Gojo with his head so far up his own ass.”

He grinned, amused. “Now, now, is that anyway to treat your fellow co-parent?”

You scoffed. “You started it, dipshit. Now, where’s the kid? It’s my weekend.”

“The kid is not a kid, and he’s sick of you two doing this every week. You know everyone else can hear you guys, right?” Megumi appeared from behind, hoisting his bag onto his shoulder as he jerked his thumb towards the high school, where all the other students were watching curiously from the windows, whispering to each other “Fushiguro’s folks are at it again.”

While you had no direct relation to Megumi and Gojo had no relation at all, you’d both retained this arrangement with each other ever since Megumi was a child. Although you came from separate clans, and lived completely separate lives, somehow, after catching wind of Megumi’s cruel fate, you’d both had the bright idea to swoop in and save him. Maybe you were sympathetic, or maybe you both just had savior complexes, but either way, before he knew it, Megumi had gone from having no parents at all to having two eager, adoptive parents.

And they both loved him to pieces but they were constantly at odds with each other.

Gojo frequently doubted your intentions, wondering why a Zenin -and a high ranking one, no less- who’d never been interested in Megumi before was suddenly playing mom in his kitchen. He assumed every act of kindness was a ploy used to ensnare the impressionable, young boy and chain him to the Zenin clan forever. What he didn’t realize was that you knew better than anyone the horrors of being a Zenin, and it was because you were a Zenin that you could protect him in a way that no one else could, even from your own family. So it didn’t matter that Gojo didn’t trust you- your intentions were important to no one else but yourself and you would stay true to them until your last dying breath. You would protect Megumi the way no one ever protected you.

But even though it didn’t matter what Gojo thought of you, it sure drove you abso-fucking-lutely crazy the way he expressed his thoughts of you.

You still remember one of the first weekends you’d spent with Megumi. At the time, you’d had no idea how to cook, having had servants to do the job for you your entire life, so you’d woken up well before dawn had even breached the sky just to attempt pancakes. By the time Megumi woke up, you’d finally managed to proudly present him with a stack of half decent food when Gojo burst in and scarfed down the whole damn plate, claiming it was for Megumi’s own safety, after all- you might’ve poisoned the dish. In revenge, you claimed that maybe you’d spread the poison across the surface of the plate too, maybe Megumi would die upon contact, so it was only fair that the plate be demolished too; you smashed the glass down on top of Gojo’s big, stupid head. And then, for good measure, you hit him with the frying pan you’d used to cook. Who knows? Maybe you’d poisoned the pan too. Unfortunately for Gojo, he had not yet mastered infinity. After that day, he had a bump the size of Japan on his head for a solid month and he cursed you every damn day that he was inflicted with it. Claimed it killed the vibe with the ladies. Good, you thought. Maybe one day you’d get around to killing him too. All in due time.

But as much as Gojo drove you crazy, you drove him equally crazy. Once he’d been on a date and had forgotten that it was his turn to pick up Megumi. So, like any sane person would, you showed up to the date, with Megumi in hand, and wailed in front of the entire restaurant, “How could you do this to me?? How could you do this to our son?? And while I’m pregnant with your second child, too!! Oh, the horror, the betrayal, the heartbreak!! I’ll never love again!!” And after Gojo had glared daggers at you and then run off to explain to his fleeing date, you and Megumi simply enjoyed the most expensive dinner that money could buy and told the waitstaff to put it on Gojo’s bill. They were happy to do so.

A decade later, and you were still butting heads and waging wars on a regular basis, only barely tolerating each other. But as the years went by, the two of you quickly learned that there was something even more troubling than your tiresome relationship: a teenager.

Though Megumi had never been the most in tune with or properly expressive of his own emotions as a child, it was still clear that he appreciated, valued, and even loved the family he’d found in you both, even as dysfunctional as it was. You remember when he used to insist that he didn’t need someone to tuck him into bed, scoffing and ridiculing the idea, but the minute you showed signs of neglecting this little step in his nighttime routine, he’d grumble that there was something wrong with the blanket or chide you for not properly checking his bed for bugs, and you’d smile and say “Oh, but of course,” and you’d perform your examination of his bed and then pull the covers over him, nice and snug. And it always made you laugh the way he’d egg Gojo on by calling him short, claiming that maybe that was the reason you weren’t very fond of him, or the reason he could never hold down a relationship for very long, but when Gojo would hoist him up on his shoulders to prove his towering height, you didn’t miss the way Megumi would smile slightly, enjoying his view from up high.

And as much as you disagreed with Gojo, you knew this was the one commonality you shared. You knew he had just as many wonderful memories raising Megumi as you did and at the end of the day, even though he was a dick, even though he was a douche, he was still Megumi’s dad and you were still Megumi’s mom. You were partners. And you shared this love for Megumi. Which was why you both went absolutely berserk realizing that your son had now grown up, and had now grown detached. If you thought learning how to cook was hard or remembering when Megumi had to get to class or attempting to help with his math homework or continuously shopping for new clothes every time the boy grew -which was a lot- it wasn’t nearly as hellish as dealing with a teenager. You and Gojo were in complete, utter agreement on that.

So now that Megumi was scowling as he chided the two of you for embarrassing him in front of all his classmates, you and Gojo now stood in total solidarity with each other, completely forgetting your previous feuds.

“Hey now, that’s no way to talk to your mother.” Gojo lightly karate chopped Megumi’s head. Megumi then slapped his hand away to which Gojo gasped in exaggerated offense. You rested your hand on his arm in support.

“Be nice to your father, you only have the one.” You reprimanded Megumi in Gojo’s defense.

Megumi rolled his eyes.

Gojo threw his hand out in exasperation, gesturing to Megumi’s snarky expression. “Do you see this kid- did he just roll eyes at us??” Gojo exclaimed, giving you a “The Nerve of Him” look, a look that you understood all too well.

A decade of not being able to understand Gojo and all it took was one teenager to bring you together. Suddenly, you were able to understand his thoughts and feelings better than you ever had before. Suddenly, you understood him better than anyone else could ever begin to. And now you were starting to think that he was the only one who truly understood you too. You were in this parenting thing together. Soldiers in arms.

“I’m not a kid and you’re not my parents.” Megumi grumbled, annoyed.

Gojo made several incoherent noises.

“I know, I know. It’s like, we raise the kid and he’s not even grateful.” You shook your head in disbelief. “You know what, Megumi? If we’re not your parents, then maybe you can drive yourself back to the house, yeah? And after that, you can cook yourself your own dinner. How’s that?”

Gojo nodded emphatically. “Oooh, yeah, yeah, what she said!” Then he leaned over to whisper in your ear, “Genius idea, by the way.”

If you weren’t trying to appear stern, you might’ve laughed. You never thought the day would come that Gojo Satoru would side with you, let alone call you a genius. It was a nice change of pace.

“Gojo literally taught me how to drive and you literally taught me how to cook. How is that supposed to be a threat?” Megumi crossed his arms, staring you down defiantly.

“You taught him how to drive??” You hissed at Gojo under your breath.

He threw his hands up in a panic. “Well who was the one who taught him how to cook?? Why would you do something like that?? Now he won’t need us!” He hissed back.

Megumi rolled his eyes again.

“Would you tell him to quit doing that??” Gojo exclaimed.

“You’re his dad, you tell him!”

“Well you’re his mom!”

“-yeah, Uncle Geto? Listen, could I stay at your place tonight? They’re at it again.”

You and Gojo whipped around to face your teenage son who was now on the phone, very blatantly ignoring the two of you.

“UNCLE GETO???” Gojo bellowed.

“Since when is he uncle? We can’t be mom and dad, but he’s uncle??” You questioned in shock.

“Suguru, I swear, when I get my hands on you-”

You clapped a hand down on Gojo’s shoulder. “Let’s not be hasty, maybe it’s a one time thing. He is a teenager, after all, maybe he’s just doing this to get in our heads.”

Right as Gojo’s breathing began to even out again, Megumi continued, “Well if you’re busy, that’s fine, I’ll just call Aunt Ieiri.”

“I’m sorry, WHAT?! Did he just call Shoko- Megumi, did you just call Shoko-” Your protests were drowned out by the sound of your car’s engine roaring to life.

Megumi was stealing your car. Now he was driving away with your car. Now he was speeding in your car. Now he was disappearing around the corner. With your car.

“What just- did he just- where is he- what the-” You sputtered.

Surprisingly, Gojo began to laugh. He laughed and he laughed and he laughed, and you thought he’d gone mad.

“Get it together, Gojo! Our kid just committed theft and is now on the run!” You smacked him on the arm.

“C’mon, we know where he’s going- Suguru’s or Shoko’s. Don’t be such a worrywart.”

You glared at the stranger who’d now materialized before you. You thought he’d understood you. You thought he was on the same page. As a matter of fact, he’d just been freaking out with you not TWO seconds ago! What was going on with him? Why was he now siding against you? You thought you’d finally come to an agreement for once in your exhausting relationship together. And you were finally liking it. You didn’t appreciate going back to your opposite sides of the fence again. “Oh, I’m the worrywart?? Who was the one that was just telling me that I shouldn’t have taught him how to cook, so that he would, ‘need us,’ as you so desperately put it??”

He laughed again, scratching the back of his head. “Yeah, I did, didn’t I? But hey. Did you see the way he put the car in reverse? The lil dude even signaled before he merged into traffic and took off with your car.”

You blinked. He… signaled? “Yeah… you’re right. Didn’t hit a damn thing. You… you actually -and I can’t believe I’m saying this, but- you taught him well.”

He nudged your arm with his. “We taught him well. I was wondering why there were fresh tacos at the dinner table the other night. Suppose that was all your teaching.”

“T-tacos…? Yeah, I… I suppose it was.” You said quietly.

God, Megumi was grown and you hadn’t even realized it.

He nudged you again. “C’mon. Don’t make that face, I don’t like when you get all sad. Let’s go get our kid, yeah?”

You nodded and let Gojo lead you to his car.

When you arrived at Geto’s place, Megumi was knocked out on the couch.

As the two of you watched him sleep peacefully, Gojo suddenly threw an arm around your shoulders, leaning some of his weight on you. For once, you didn’t mind. “Would ya look at that? He’s so tall now, he barely fits on Suguru’s lil sofa. Crazy.”

You nodded again. “So crazy. It’s like it was just yesterday that he was just begging me to cut his bangs.”

“I know, right? Can’t fit him on my shoulders anymore, that’s for sure.” Gojo laughed softly.

You grinned. “I mean, you could try. And hey, if he breaks a couple of your bones in the process, I won’t be too upset.” You teased.

He rolled his eyes but laughed again, nonetheless. “How very cruel and very like you. But… you know. I’m starting to think you’re not all that bad, yeah?” He squeezed your shoulder playfully.

You snorted. “Oh, after ten years, I’m not that bad, huh? You finally think so, yeah? Well you’re only half decent.”

He chuckled. “Half decent, huh? I can work with that.”

You raised a brow. “Aaaand what are we working towards?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Dunno. You. Me. Megumi. One house. One family.”

Your eyes found the floor as your cheeks began to heat up. But you found the strength to speak. “We… we already are one family, like it or not.”

“I like it. I like it a lot. I like it more when you don’t hate me. When you’re laughing like that. When you’re blushing like that. When your-” He suddenly brought a hand up to his mouth to muffle his laughter, “when your eyes are half bulging out of your head because our kid just stole your car right out from under your nose. By the way, does that disqualify you as a sorcerer if even a teenager can get the better of you so easily?” He teased, nuzzling against your ear.

You waved him away, retorting, “Need I remind you, that teenager got the better of you too, Mr. Special Grade Sorcerer. Not so great and powerful now, are you?” But after a moment’s hesitation, you finally muttered, “But I… I guess I like it too. The way you are. The way we are, or I guess, the way we’re getting to be. Took us some time to come around to each other, but we still made it here, all the same.”

His arm tightened around your shoulder. “Yeah. We finally made it to a good place.” He tilted his head towards Megumi. “He’ll make it there too. We took our sweet time, now we just need to give him some time. He’ll get there. After all, we did raise him. He’ll turn out just fine.”

You smiled softly. “You know, Satoru, you’re surprisingly good at this advice thing. Maybe you should be a teacher.”

He laughed.

“Me?"

"A teacher?”

“Maybe in another life.”

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#gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo sensei #jjk satoru #satoru gojo x reader #satoru jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #jujutsu kaisen #megumi fushiguro #jjk megumi #han's library #anime fanfic #anime #oneshot

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justasecretflower · 26 days ago

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“So feminine with grace” homicipher men ft mitsuri reader!

synopsis- you end up in homciphers world, they don't really see people like you in here.. how would they react to you?

Cw- kinda suggestive if you squint, mentions of killing and stuff. If any of this above is not fitted for you please click off your mental health is important <3

A/N- hello ˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶ !! it was hard finding a song for this lol but ty for the request !!

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Doja cat - woman

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🖤mr. Crawling

🖤'baddie gf and some random loser bf' that's you guys

🖤closested pervert. Got all excited seeing ur clothes, his face lit up and he was all over you, his hands climbing up you as he yelled ‘pretty! Pretty!’

🖤he hasn’t really ever encountered someone as brightly colored as you. Loves touching your hair and braiding it and stuff.

🖤he’s attracted to how gracefully you fight, absolutely in a trance looking like a puppy with his eyes wide and sparkling while he almost drools

🖤your appetite is another thing he finds adorable. He likes to collect food and stuff and feed it to you

🖤definitely overprotective of you

🖤he likes to gently bop your little beauty marks

🖤LOOOVES your affectionate nature. He cuddles up to you all the time. You make him so happy:).

❤️Mr. Scarletta

❤️curious about you. How can something so beautiful and gentle looking be so dangerous?

❤️fuels him to be even more obsessed with you. How graceful and powerful you were, the perfect balance between kindness and danger.

❤️holy stalker. He memorizes every food you like and puts it where you frequently go. Like an offering of some sorts

❤️he likes that your hair is unusual like his, so bright like his, but so soft, like the look of your hair is almost comforting in a way. Something so brightly unique and pretty in a place like that.

❤️pays no mind do what you wear. He knows you and him both can fight, so what does it matter?

❤️he does like how the clothing fits you though.

❤️since you’re so beautiful. He often feels like he should scare everybody off to know that you’re his.

❤️he thinks you two make a very good couple. Powerful, two polar opposites yet the same in one crucial way.

❤️gives you a pink umbrella :P

🩶Mr. Silvair/ silver hair

🩶so so so curious about you! Is your hair natural? Are your beauty marks a birth defect ? How many rice ball thingys did you have to eat to get that hair color? Will it fade? Will your kids have the same hair color ?

🩶 shall he test out the last question?

🩶he has an itch only experimenting on you can scratch, but he never does harmful experiments because yk, he doesn’t want to hurt you.

🩶I will always say this in my homicipher headcanons but Mr. Silvair is EAGER to have kids with you just to see what it’d be like to have half ghost half human kids, now he’s even more eager because of your hair and unusual features

🩶(of course he will always be a good dad no matter what even if he did have a kid for experimental purposes)

🩶honestly a little concerned with the amount of food you eat. But no the less he says nothing about it since he wants to be a good boyfriend!

🩶questions if your strength relates to your unusual hair and things like that.

🧡mr. chopped

🧡feels so incredibly undeserving of you. You're insanely good looking, talented, unique, smart, kind, and strong and he's just like.. a head?

🧡knows how the other homicipher men look at you and he hates it. He hates it when they recognize how graceful, strong and beautiful you are. He's super insecure, that's why hes so whiny all the time.

🧡thankfully to your affectionate personality it helps soothe him a lot. He likes nothing more than just being in your arms with you holding him and comforting him. He just relaxes, you can't feel his body ease up, But you feel how slowly his eyes shut and how light he suddenly seems

🧡he loves how your braids kinda match lol

🧡when you do your hair, you also do his, he lets you re braid it and even make it like yours!

🧡he loves how sweet you are and how you feed into his compliment fishing. Don't tell me he doesn't compliment fish lmao.

🤎mr. hood

🤎I love my man boom shakalakaaaaa

🤎the first time he saw you he was literally frozen. If he had eyes, or, if we could see them, they'd be the most sparkly, light, in love, puppy dog eyes ever.

🤎he's so obsessed with you, tell me otherwise rn.

🤎he likes to feel your hair. How soft and colorful it is in his void black hands.

🤎when he saw your outfit he at first just thought the top like didn't fit..

🤎he would often try to pull your top together to see if it was supposed to be worn like that. You'd have to tell him it was a style choice, he kinda tilts his head for a bit and then shrugs it off. Oh well, your body looked divine that way anyway. Why not show it off?

🤎will never get tired of seeing your strength. He's such a male wife. 'Whatever you want my strong, beautiful wife who I love so dearly'

🤎tries to get you all the foods that you enjoy a lot and helps clean up your clothes once he sees how much of a tedious task that is.

🤎he gets flustered!! you can't see it but trust me he freezes up once you cuddle all over him or nuzzle against him. He loves it so much he's just so new to it he doesn't know how to cope with it. Eventually puts a hand casually around you after some time.

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#homicipher hc #homicipher x reader #homicipher x mc #homicipher mr. chopped x reader #mr. scarletta x reader #mr. chopped x reader #mr. silvair x reader #mr. silver hair x reader #mr. hood x reader #i love you #justasecretflower #reqs open #christian blog

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six-eyed-samurai · 2 months ago

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Can I get an enemies to friends to lovers for Zanka (Gachiakuta) bc they realized actually ended up relating to eachother PRETTTY PRETTYY PLEASE (^w^)-☆

SUMMARY: On the first day as a Cleaner you and a certain mullet head are already trying to best one another. A/N: Oh no you asked so nicely now I have no choice but to write this I say dramatically as I rub my hands together evilly while smirking King Chris style and dig out the old Zanka draft I had in my works but never finished because I couldn't figure out how to end it but what do you know, now I do! WARNINGS: None

It's your first day as a Cleaner and you're already convinced everyone hates your guts.

Well...um...not really. At most Enjin thinks you're a clumsy idiot for tripping over your shoelaces even after you tie them, Semiu considers you an arrogant idiot for answering something so confidently and wrongly and as nice as Gris, Tomme and Follo were to you, doubtlessly they must see you as an idiot idiot now for walking the wrong direction and somehow misplacing your Jinki. You're ready to cry, or maybe crawl into a hole and never emerge and let everyone forget about the complete hapless fool of a newbie. The cold, empty comfort of your new room would have to do for now; unfortunately you still couldn't have a proper sobbing session thanks to the redheaded girl "accidentally" barging in and awkwardly leaving when you panic, scream and throw the glass of water at her.

What was wrong with you? How did you go from the smooth, suave star everyone wanted to be friends with back home to this wild eyed, stammering, pathetic excuse of a Cleaner with worms for brains, two left feet, bad impression as your middle name, stone cold good for nothing icing everyone out just for saying good morning to you that somehow managed to screw up the most basic of missions- stop, stop, stop, you're spiraling and it's awkward enough to eat alone at mealtimes without a twitching eye and hyperventilating.

But at least there's one person you're completely sure hates your guts!

The mullet stick guy. Zanka Nijiku or something.

(You cringe internally; no wonder everyone must think you think you're above them, when you can't even remember their names).

It was an accident, you wanted to wail. It had just been so, so awkward to shuffle around the room looking for a place to eat without looking like a loner or a lost puppy, so you'd kept your head down and didn't see him coming, leading to the most resounding clang as the both of you splashed food onto each other.

His eyebrows shoot up and his eyes widen. He apologizes, but all you could do was feebly gape, avert your gaze in embarrassment and pull away.

Now he's waiting for your reply. You've been so silent.

Too silent! Now it's too late to say anything without coming across as slow witted! But if you don't say anything, you're a horrible person! Oh god oh god oh god what. WHAT DO YOU SAY?!

Say you're sorry, you idiot!

"Hey, scuzzball. You don't gotta look at me like that, tch."

Great. Now he's left...irritated with your lack of response? No...now that you think of it...your gape might've come across as a sneer, the looking away as haughtiness...the silence implying he was the only one in the wrong. You've never despised your incompetence more at that moment.

You bury your head into a hand as you scooped the last of your meal into your mouth, trying to hold back tears. Why was everything going so badly? At least no one could hear your choked sobbing...although that's probably because you're sitting alone...again...

The only way to make up for all of this is to be the best Cleaner possible, right?

***

"What do you think of the newbie?"

Riyo props her boots up and waits for response. It's been a week and despite the weird behaviour at the start Riyo can't exactly say anything negative. The newbie hasn't said much and always vanished after missions or meals to who knew where. A mystery (but no one was really interested in finding out, because to be honest it was a little hard to remember the newbie was even there with the whole cold silence thing).

"Good potential?" Enjin offers through a cigarette. "Actually I don't know. I tried to talk but all I get is this you-just-killed-my-puppy look and inching away."

"Just nerves," Semiu remarks and continues flipping through her magazines. Enjin dismisses her words with an "ehhhh".

"I like the fighting style. I just feel like it's being held back by something, somehow. Of course you can't expect to master your Giver powers immediately but even so..."

"It's been a very stiff performance," Gris agrees.

"I wonder where the newbie goes off to after missions and stuff," Tomme muses. Riyo raises her hand eagerly to volunteer.

"Not in the bedroom, I was there a few times." The redhead doesn't seem to notice the side eyes.

"What about you, Zanka? You've been awfully quiet."

Enjin can't stifle his mirth. "That's because he doesn't like the newbie ~~~"

"Why not?"

Because the newbie is stuck up, keeps trying to one up me every time we go out on a mission, thinks talking to me is below 'em, never apologizes for anything and stares creepy.

Out loud he grunts. "Guess I'm too much of an average Joe for 'em."

Under his breath: "Scuzzball."

***

Eventually life as a Cleaner wasn't as miserable as you thought it'd be after the first few weeks.

Things improved. Your social skills have upgrades to simple hellos, goodbyes, good lucks, good nights. Riyo apologized for barging into your room. You managed to impress a group of people with your Trash Beast slaying the other day.

But your, ah, rival still leaves you feeling queasy and uncomfortable. For lack of better word.

Zanka doesn't seem to fancy you much. Unsurprising, since, well, you did drop food on him and fled without a word. He seems to take it as a challenge, however, a declaration that you were above such niceties, beyond his levels. Why else would he constantly be trying to outdo you on the field?

You envy him, really. He's not that old of a member, close to your age, with similar Jinki, and yet... he's got the better end of the deal. People like him. He's got motivation, a reason for all this Cleaning. You're an awkward outcast who's only here because...because someone else thought you should.

Somehow it just slowly spiraled into some unspoken competition between the two of you - Zanka stealing your thunder and in retaliation, you're never too far behind when he's in action. The both of you were dead set on proving the other - wrong? False? Who was the better one?You're not sure actually. All you know is the insatiable need to be better, show him up because you can't take the idea of being a nobody.

(Unbeknownst to you, Zanka can't take that idea either - that you think of him as a nobody.)

It's become a fun game, a sports match to watch for the rest of the team. A feud they're not sure why is happening, but hey, it's free entertainment! Enjin keeps score on you versus Zanka, five points for that Trash Beast, ouch, minus three for that hit! Gris tiredly separates the panting teens from butting heads right after an exhausting mission.

So it's so...so random. So sudden. So out of character.

That Zanka would hesitate, halt in his attack, to glance back and with a sigh, dig you out of the rubble. He's not sure why he did it either and disguises his confusion with a snappy remark. You're baffled too. Perhaps when you took that hit for him a little still smacked into his head.

Whatever the reason the both of you find yourselves facing off the Trash Beast, Jinki at the ready and dust at your feet. Together. You both move surprisingly in sync for two people supposedly enemies, and in no time the Trash Beast is decimated.

That's the end of it, right? Zanka brushes you off with a mutter and the both of you stumble back to the group. No one noticed. Or if they did, they made no comment, probably out of shock. You know you still are startled that Zanka would even do that.

The day's surprises weren't ending yet though.

You've resigned yourself to the fact you're always going to eat your meals alone. Sure, people pass by and say hi now, but no one's gone out of their way to sit next to you. You and that particular table are very, very well acquainted and you sadly reflect that that, in fact, shouldn't be a flex. But that spot is your safe place now and damn if anyone thinks they can say otherwise!

"Why would you sit in such a pathetic, lonely spot?"

Ouch, much? You hunch your shoulder and bite your lip, before daring to look up. You'd know that mullet and eyebrows anywhere. "...Nijiku..."

"It's so sad to see you eat here alone."

What a waste of your food! You spent the rest of the meal gaping at him for just so casually sitting down, sipping his broth and making small talk. Is this a trick? Are you imagining things? What is going on? Help?!

"Aren't you going to say something?"

"I like that soup too," your brain decides is a great thing to blurt out.

"Okay...?"

You like a lot of same things, it turns out, over the next few days, weeks, months where he'd come over to sit with you - eventually dragging you to the big group tables. Both your Jinki have names you don't understand why other people don't get, you hate getting dirty as well. You don't like bitter food either and anyone who does is a masochist, you both agree.

(Finally, someone who understands the need to prove yourself worthy of the title genius.)

***

"So this is where you go after missions?"

An empty space. Zanka's voice echoes and bounces around. Far enough that no one can hear you, big enough to practise fighting imaginary monsters. The walls are nicked and paint scratched from your mistakes and successes. Training. Obsessive training.

"Stalker!" You accuse in between gasps, sprawled out on the ground, leaning against the wall. Sweat dribbled down.

"Hey, I was curious. How long have you been here?"

Zanka was not curious. He was worried. Rightly so, considering how you had snuck out when you were supposed to be resting and healing your wounds. It had taken him a while to track you down and although he's the last person who should be doing this Zanka intends to knock you unconscious and haul your butt all the way back to bed if he had to.

"Um.... what time is it?"

"Ah, geez. Go back and rest, or you'll reopen your wounds." He picks his way over and sits on his haunches in front of you.

"I'm fine."

Zanka wrinkled his nose. "You're not. You're all red in the face and you sound dehydrated."

"Yeah, because I'm sweating?" You drag an arm across your forehead and get to your feet. "No big deal. Want to train with me?"

"When you're not about to fall any second now."

"So no?"

"I'm serious. Go back to bed. You're not helping anyone if you train when you're not in the best shape."

Zanka knows you too well, partially because yes, grudgingly, reluctantly, somehow, you're friends, and also because he knows if it was him he wouldn't stop either, hindered by some silly minor (major) cuts! You needed a distraction. He needed a good distraction. If only to kidnap you back to healthcare.

"Hey, hey, earth to Zanka, where you at?" A hand flapped in front of his face and he's met by your wry smile. "I said, do you wanna train together? You can catch me if I fall, since you're so sure I will."

"Actually." You didn't expect him to grab your hand and yank you over, not roughly, but not gently either. "I have a better idea."

He kisses you like he's never going to kiss you again. Like it's his first kiss. Like time's completely slowed down to help you savour the sudden (but not unwelcome) moment.

Your eyes don't have time to close. Maybe next time there'd be tongue. You can feel your ears grow hot. Stop thinking, stop thinking, just enjoy!

But he kissed you with an ulterior motive and now you're sulkily being frog marched back to bed, having been too distracted to notice his hands slipping behind to lock yours together in "cuffs". You were charmed and disarmed.

Which doesn't go unnoticed by Zanka. "What? I plan on giving you another one, don't look at me like that."

....okay. Fine.

***

"And what do you really think of the newbie?" Enjin asked out of the blue, once Zanka finished his "Enjin? Enjin is asking for my opinion? Enjin is valuing my opinion?" monologue.

"Just...shy."

So scared of a bad impression you forgot to make a good one was all.

"Well, it's nice that you're making friends your age!"

Zanka wisely decides not to mention what happened earlier.

#sunny's works #gachiakuta x reader #gachiakuta x you #zanka nijik #gachiakuta zanka #zanka x reader #zanka nijiku #zanka #honestly i was thinking about komi cant communicate when i wrote this

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misasimagines · 6 months ago

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this isn't well written or anything I'm just. I'm Desperate to get Ren out of my head he's been living here rent free and I NEED to switch into Taiga mode to write that request so. Please enjoy structureless Ren rambles. He doesn't come off as character with Much Nuance (like some others, Rui!! Jin, Subaru, Haku, etc) but like. When he's been sitting in your head for the past 14 business days....things unravel.

I'm not like citing sources here. This is pure vibes. Please don't crucify me if I got smth wrong 🙏

So he has a Thing about the ocean. He watches horrors movies related to it, he seems especially grossed out by it, but he doesn't seem like he's never had experience with it. Which is why I just can't not think he came from a small, coastal town (like from Aquamarine lmao). The kind that has a Barrage of tourists in the summer and over holidays and he Hated it because now he can't just go anywhere without risking being in the background of someone's vacation pictures. And I also can't help but feel like he probably had a parent/parents who parentified him, probably not maliciously, but they still did it. Like two immature parents or one immature parent and one completely absent one, so when it came to actually being responsible about things, he had no choice but to step in. Which is why he's so annoyed by and against hard work- he's done enough of it and he doesn't want to keep getting involved when he now doesn't feel the responsibility to. He probably feels a lot of resentment towards them for what he had to take on. Whether he feels bad about that resentment or not, I can't say.

He doesn't like messes or the animals in Jabberwock. He doesn't want to have to care for anything besides himself. Haru might remind him of his family which is why he's so hostile towards him. Because like Notably, Ren isn't BAD at hard work. He does go to classes, does missions, has a job at the diner, and still has to help around Jabberwock no matter how much he tries to avoid it. He's even dedicated to his mobile games, which seems silly, but those require a lot of routine daily to keep up and it seems like he has a few he keeps up with! And if we consider the Jabberwock chapter, even though he was against Calamari and resented taking care of it, he still did and he still felt guilty when he didn't do a good job at it, so much so that he ran off to the beach to try to revive the poor thing. Not the actions of someone who truly is selfish and doesn't care. Him carrying Haru to safety too- yes, leaving him to die would have been really. Kind of reprehensible but he carried the guy and rejected any kind of thanks and appreciation for it. He could have used that as guilt-leverage to try to get out of things later but...did he? Not as far as I know.

Like he does all of that no matter how much he complains. Also, who ELSE has a campus job? I'll wait. 🥱. Sho doesn't count, the food truck is a passion project. Even BROKE ASS Kaito doesn't have a campus job. Why is Ren working? Does he NEED the money or does he feel some kind of compulsion to make it for some reason? Because he's responsible? Because he sends it back home? Because he wants to have money for post Darkwick life? Who knows!!!!! He got that job like INSTANTLY bro enrolled and got that work study like the first damn week.

And this is way less in the realm of Theory Crafting and conspiracy and more just a pure hc but I just feel like maybe his hostility towards other people, the MC included, is because he might be dealing with the aftermath of a damaged or lost relationship. Not exclusively romantic but like possibly? Like if he grew up in a small town, he probably knew the people around him from childhood to adulthood. And it's not unlikely that he had a childhood friend that stuck through all the years with him. And it's not unlikely that, if they were friends that long, that people would start making jokes and suggestions about them ending up together long term. And! It's not unlikely that! He felt some kind of pressure to at least pretend to reciprocate feelings towards them. So maybe a close friendship became a relationship and maybe he did have feelings for them and maybe he didn't or just wasn't ready for them. Either way, now he's in Darkwick and given how unhappy he is, it doesn't seem like it was his first choice to be there. Is he running away? Does he not have a home to go back to (either self imposed or true exile)? I just. I have questions.

Please someone ramble with me I'm going crazy here. I'm like God I'd kill this guy [thinking about making out with him sloppy style]. Hate him truly he's so annoying I'd argue with him every day. What if this were us

#tdb #Tokyo debunker #ren shiranami #shaking in the fetal position. im a jiro girl im a jiro girl im a jiro girl #ofc any of this can be rejected by canon. but also the fact hes so Anti Nepotism babies and legacy kids snd stuff like. i can't imagine he #came from a well off family snd has a lot to fall back on. i cant imagine he didnt have some kind of struggle that made him feel so #negatively towards people who #to him #had it easy #this is Not Going In The Masterlist

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thatanimewriter · 9 months ago

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SLAVE TO THE BLADE.

➳ request: Team Rwby with a male S/O who is in a Kenpachi situation, he's a swordsman(samurai), mentally shackled himself from going all out because of how strong he is, wears an eyepatch to keep most of his aura from leaking out, loves to fight, wishes to fight a worthy opponent, bonus: Jaune studies under him as a student, please and thank you

➳ character/s: ruby rose, weiss schnee, blake belladonna, yang xiao long

➳ warnings: mentions of fighting, mention of food (weiss)

➳ notes: imma be real, i haven't gotten past the first few episodes of bleach since i was like, 12, so this description is what i'm going off of-

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

── 𝐑𝐔𝐁𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄.

she probably met you through jaune lets' be real, cause dude loves to ramble about stuff n he's probably talked about you a few times

wanted to fight you so bad the first time she met you, but you wanted to see if she was worthy first so you don't waste time

has asked about the eyepatch before but never really got a clear answer, it was quite vague cause you didn't wanna get into it

didn't beat you in a fight, but she lasted longer than you thought she would, so you started being friends and eventually dating

if she ever needs scary dog privileges, you're the go to, just have your resting face and the full get up and you're set

grumpy x sunshine dynamic for sure, you're so cool and intimidating n then she's there

minus aura points for the combination, but maybe it could be bonus, cause you're just so confusing as to how this happened

probably a top tier combat duo though, y'all crazy on the battlefield for real

she appreciates all the silent ways you show you love her like covering the table corner when she bends down

paying attention to small things like that thing she mentioned months ago n suddenly VOILA, it's here

she returns the sentiments by doing some more grand gestures but she'll tone it down if you ask

── 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐄𝐄.

girl probably found you weird as hell at the start, but got over it quickly considering the world you live in-

she can appreciate an aesthetic though, she likes the samurai thing but confused by the eyepatch

japanese pirate??? what's going on with you???

the absolute TRAINING REGIME you put her through when you start dating is insane, but winter probably approves to a degree

push the limits, especially considering weiss' semblance with glyphs and stuff

you probably also improve a bit if you experiment with dust in combat

stubborn meets stubborn though, strange arguments will arise for certain situations

like whether you can like, get jaune to go away for a moment because she wants time with you but he's training under you-

or where to eat if she wants one thing and you want another, but eventually you get what you want respectively n come back n share

quality time king, that's what you are in this relationship

she will try on your eyepatch at least once because she's curious, but she got very embarrassed when you caught her

── 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀.

she thought you were a bit unrefined just for how much you want to fight people all the time

but she did want to try you out to see if she was a worthy opponent, so she fought you once

n that's how the 'i hate you' to lovers pipeline began for her-

training sessions are nice for you both, she enjoys being pushed further than usual but she's a lil bitter you have to go easy on her

will just listen very knowingly when jaune rambles about a training session with you

it's probably a moment of bonding for them tbh, they both relate to how difficult it is to fight you

a lot of quality time again, you might read a book that the other recommended and just read in silence together

you do a lot of stuff in silence together because it's just nice to hang and relax

people definitely understand how you guys got into a relationship, you vibe match, except you're just a bit more energetic than her

you also have somewhat similar insecurities about harming people you care about, so there's another level of understanding between you

don't tell anyone, but she likes a scratch behind her cat ears and she purrs, which you found out by accident-

── 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆.

you met because she picked a fight with you ._.

you're both just as eager to fight people, so it was only a matter of time before she came and snuffed you out

you think she's very reckless, but you can teach her some tactics in the get-to-know-you phase

that was probably how she got to know you: the winner of each fight got to ask any question they wanted

was very mad when you admitted to letting her win a couple times because you're just so powerful

people avoid you in the halls because they don't wanna do a 1v2 against you guys

she's tried on your gear at least once, n tried to get you to wear hers but that was a hard no from you

her abilities and endurance has definitely improved because of you, but she just wants to be the better pupil vs jaune-

there's an unspoken competition between them that they think you don't know about but you do

you say jaune is better for lols and because you think her lil frowny face is cute

also because you feel a bit bad for jaune-

#rwby #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #rwby x reader #ruby rose x reader #weiss schnee x reader #blake belladonna x reader #yang xiao long x reader #rwby imagines #ruby rose imagines #weiss schnee imagines #blake belladonna imagines #yang xiao long imagines

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gwojo · 1 year ago

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Gojo Satoru as your bf

FEATURING: Gojo Satoru (五条悟)

gojo satoru x gn!reader, fluff, slight angst if u squint, basically just the things he'd do for you bc of how much he luvs u! wordcount: 622

We all know THEEEEE gojo satoru is so whipped when it comes to being in-love?! Some probably think he'll be clueless but when it comes to you, he's so knowledgeable with everything related to you

It started off as a lil crush on you and obviously we all know gojo is shameless when it comes to his feelings (except for dark and deep ones) so he kept on reminding u everyday that he had a interest on you

You both end up with each other while his students were also cheering you both on (it was so cute bc yuji was the happiest)

We all know gojo satoru is a very busy man, despite that he still makes time just to see you everyday, even making the higher ups angry due to him leaving his students in a abandoned hospital and he'd leave just to travel to you and see you.

Messages between you both weren't frequent, he will always find a way to see you irl but whenever he has to go overseas as his punishment for leaving his students without any supervision, that's where your notifications are FLOODING. LIKE NONSTOP.

Although he's at work at most times, he still somehow messages you??? like a lot?? so you ask him about it and he tells you that he messages u even when he's on a battle with cursed spirits

Honestly there would be more voice messages or calls in both of your dms because I reckon he's more of a call guy rather than a text guy

He'd always rant to you about how annoying the higher ups are and stuff, he's SUPER talkative but he always lets you speak first or after so you don't feel left out bc he rlly loves hearing ur voice

He's much of a "if he wanted to, he would" typa guy and honestly even if he didn't want to do it he would still do it for you, like even HIS FAVORITE Kikufuku he would still give it to you because of how much he loves you, he acts stingy most of the time but he'll always end up giving it to you

Whenever you have panic attacks or just anything general with having a bad day which results you into getting breakdowns, he'd always be there for you no matter what. Kisses and hugs, food, everything you ever loved, and him ofc

He never hated anything about you honestly, he just loved who you are and whenever you get insecure about the girls who chases him–he always end up flexing his wallet and his phone in front of their faces, why? because your face was plastered everywhere in it. LIKE EVEN HIS PHONE CASE IS YOU TAKING A MIRROR SELFIE, polaroid pictures were frequent with u (he keeps a pic of u in his wallet and also his students, even tho he doesn't use wallets.)

He'd call you "love, baby, sugarboo" most of the time, he's just so silly. He's a unserious guy tbh but he knows when to stop and where to stop whenever you actually get upset

Whenever he's upset because he got jealous when you were catching up with your bestfriend, he would stop talking to you or ignore you once you got home (trust me. he won't last after 20 minutes max.) so he gets all pouty but partially its a joke because he really trusts you with all his heart and he knows you won't replace him but he also gets upset and just a little kiss from you, he'll be back to normal (basically just bragging about how hot he is).. He'll always crave your presence no matter what, and nothing and no one will change that.

reblogs are appreciated! thank you for reading.

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you gotta give me some of your sans backstory hcs now- 👀

This is so many days late (and my third time trying to answer this b4 tumblr kills me)

I don't think he's from deltarune- i do think he's from another universe- just not deltarune. At least i dont head canon him as being from deltarune- i wouldn't mind if he was but i think him bleeding is too neat to ignore and monsters in deltarune dont bleed. (I think it being ketchup is a copout...) he COULD be bleeding because of DT- and like the amglamates papyrus does say sans emits slime

But if that's the case why doesn't he melt like undyne does? And papyrus is also weird as hell! guy quotes Shakespeare when you kill him! And the flying and pinpointing us based on calls he can't see- it's just the two of them are too weird to be ut monsters or dr monsters in my eyes. Alphys has also studied alternate timelines so I really like the hc that she knows the skelebros were isekaid and was helping sans try to get home. (I flip flop on that one tho- mainly because I like her being mad he DIDINT tell her he was isekaid even more- alphys fucking up so bad she starts aggressively researching alternate universes so she can literally go somewhere where nobody knows her only for the fucking hot dog seller who brings her dog food to be from one...)

But onto actual backstory hcs that aren't me just rambling with no goal (this got way too long so the rest are under the read more </3):

I dont think they were raised by two loving parents- they give off kids who were raised by their grandparent (singular) vibe- and I like the idea that sans is at least 8-10 years older than papyrus. Maybe getting custody when he was 20~ and papyrus was 11~ ish. I kinda hate the sans neglected papyrus or was an alcoholic headcanons- I think he genuinely tried really hard with him and was decent enough role model (especially like the idea that papyrus got the whole "you can be a better person if you just try" mentality from sans while sans eventually dropped it)

Sans was in the middle of finishing his thesis when gaster accidentally nabs both sans & papyrus- and I dont think sans was as upset about this as first as he eventually gets. Mainly because of shock. And also he thought if gaster could bring them there- then he could also send them back. (And proving alternate universes exist by getting stuck in one is a way better thesis than what he was working on- Shame he never gets to go back sux to suck)

I don't think Sans let's himself get very close to people- he does really like being around them and while he's not happy underground I don't think hed be able to choose between whatever his home universe is and undertale if given the choice to go back home. Especially post pacifist. And he's certainly not considering it an option in any ending where papyrus is dead either. Actually, papyrus making friends (undyne) is part of why I think that. Sans really wants his brother to be happy, and while they both put on the facade of it to each other, they also can see through each other (to an extent). So sans thinks papyrus is happier in uts universe and eventually when he can't Crack getting back he gives up and decides to just go with the flow and put all of that energy back into figuring out the anomaly and making his brother happy.

I do subscribe to the idea that gaster was the last skeleton underground (mainly because skeletons are very typical rpg monsters and we don't see any goblins or orcs so I like the hc that most of them- along with a majority of humanoid monsters were wiped out in the war since they would have been the first line of defense and being so similar to humans physically led to alot of targeting) (genealogy wise I actually hc skeleton monsters to be closer related to rock monsters on the evolutionary side than ghost or elemental ones) but thats related to gaster and not sans & papyrus- for those two they had met plenty of skeleton monsters b4 gaster so are pretty perplexed by the whole last of his kind thing. And for gaster it's just kinda quiet awe at not being alone anymore. Bringing in two random skeletons from another universe was NOT his intention- them being isekaid was an accident from his first (failed) attempt at contacting 'us'. Cue gaster trying to (gently) pry information about the other skeleton monsters from sans & papyrus only to not get much info at all due to sans and papyrus not being raised around the rest of their family. He does get to hear about some skeleton celebrities papyrus kept up with...

NOT dadster btw- not a fan of dadster sorry 😭 think more weird old guy who's really sorry about fucking up their lives but also incredibly lonely and a little cooky in the head. The two didn't/couldn't use magic in their home universe so the reason their magic is so weird and out there is because gaster told them magic was real- gave a piss poor demonstration- and then the two just figured it out from there. Running on the cartoon logic that their magic works because they don't know it's not supposed to work that way. I'm sure sans is somewhat aware he breaking the rules but I do not think he cares.

Speaking of gaster being old- he's really stupid old- like gerson old (mhmm gerster...). Both skelebros are very surprised by this and sans just doesn't believe him at first. He's half convinced alphys is lying to him when she's dreamily talking about asgore and mentions off handedly that he's hundreds of years old. In tandem with alphys knowing Sans is from another universe I like to play with her figuring it out because Sans straight up doesn't know basic monster history or culture (her first theory was that he was just really sheltered but he makes way to many your mom jokes and is also way to aware of memes for her to think that for long. See Sans trying to show her a meme from his universe only for her to not laugh and be completely unaware of it. He dies a little inside...)

This one is very specific but Sans teleporting is vibes based. Like actually affected by the vibes of where hes going. He can't teleport out of the underground because the barrier was designed to keep monsters in- quid pro quo he can't get passed it. For a similar reason he can't teleport out of or into the ruins because of toriel. Locking doors or being mad at him makes it more difficult for sans to teleport to the room your in but if he really likes the place (or the place is populated/associated with people that like him) then he can easily teleport to it. (I hope this makes sense- I have another explanation that gets more technical but I need a diagram for that one)

Sans Will make shit up as he goes along- if he doesn't know something, he is just as likely to say some completely fabricated bullshit as he is to say he doesn't know. Bane of floweys existence...

He Once got paid 50 bucks by some human med school students to participate in their anatomy project- he was supposed to get another 50 after but got isekaid before he could do it. Was really disappointed about it- he had so many jokes planned, and he loves making people uncomfortable. I like to think he went to alot of parties like the extroverted weirdo he is. Despite not being able to open his mouth he 100% knows how to shotgun a beer. At one of these parties is where he was asked by the aforementioned med students- he thought it was hilarious and none of them were sober enough to think what they were asking him through. Cue him showing up the next day while they are hungover to bug them about it since it sounds fun.

Physics major. That's it. He also studied quantum theory and probably took a shit load of philosophy classes. Depending on how old papyrus is (I flip flop on how old I imagine him to be lol) then sans probably took papyrus with him to some of his classes (papyrus is all of sans teachers favorite, he ask questions, stays on task, joins in discussions- doesnt play snake on his computer like his brother does)

Projecting here but I think Sans would like the good place.. papyrus would to.. so personal hc they both watched the series together and papyrus did NOT cry like a little baby at the ending!!! (Psp psp psp watch the good place) we know he likes star wars (or is it star trek?? I'm trying to find the image of papyrus saying which one he likes but I can't find it 😭) so it's my belief sans has seen space balls- and forced papyrus to watch it with him too. Also probably really liked Adam Sandler movies and Monty Python, secretly I think he likes a good romcom. Papyrus I think Is more into romances and reality TV, and also the SAW franchise and Final Destination films specifically. Why? Idk 🤷 it just feels right to me. Litol baby 8 yo papyrus begging sans to take him to the release of the 2nd SAW film.... kids love deadly spikes 🤷.

The two are different flavors of autistic in the opposite directions- papyrus is very picky sans is the opposite of picky. He has and will in the future eat food that's dropped on the ground. Guy orders the worst burger on the menu and chugs straight ketchup. He is also capable of eating the almost edible spaghetti papyrus makes. Really his only competition for the trash eating championship is frisk. See also: sans is very monotone while papyrus gets loud and has volume issues. There's more than just those two but other people have gone more in depth in reasoning for making them autistic-

Okay last one and probably the most confusing one? The constellations of sans and papyrus's og universe are different from the ones they finally get to see at the end of post pacifist. Sans and papyrus lived in a big city so they only saw the real stars once (light pollution is a bitch) - the rest of the time being through books and textbooks. Sans had one of these textbooks on hand when they were isekaid and took the pages out to put up on his ceiling. He was a bit disappointed when they finally saw the stars on the surface and they weren't the ones he remembered.

Trans undertale ❤️

#sans #undertale sans #sans undertale #undertale headcanons #headcanons #undertale #otherworld theory #safe utdr #papyrus #these were supposed to be about sans but i am incapable of talking about one without the other #tbh i dont want a backstory reveal in game or otherwise #i DO want toby to put out another art book after dr finishes and go in depth on his actual intentions and meanings i just want to know 🥺🥺#some of these are less backstory esque and more general but whatev #ut sans #ut papyrus #sans the skeleton #<- how did i forget that one #hastag my headcanons

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