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adumbratrapedme · 1 month ago

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“Caught, Almost!”

Pairing: kenma x reader

Synopsis: you and kenma. needy. school grounds. almost caught. ok? ok.

Warnings: “public” sex, smut, +18, p in v, etc. idk im too lazy to properly tag this uhhh, is my first time writing smut cuz i usually get too nervous while writting it ngl (i take constructive criticism, sooo point out what i could do better. thank you!). nyan!

╭⋅Tbh not even you know how you guys enfed like this huh ╭⋅You where supossed to JUST GO AND FIND YOUR BOYFRIEND that was skipping practice (again) ╭⋅He was tired you know?? You guys just finished exam season and! He got a new game! Common!! Let my man rest!! ╭⋅Anyways, you didn’t care, sorry ken ken, disadvantages of having a manager gf unu ╭⋅So, tbh i would never take kenken as someone that has public sex? But i mean lets try to understand him ok? A full exam week, no gf, no kisses and the only opportunities you had to get together he got cockblocked! Wether it was his or you family ╭⋅When you finally find him sitting in his desk playing with the psp you try to pull him away but he does not comply! ╭⋅Until well… you get irritated and start saying that you’d do anything he wants!! ╭⋅So here we go :3

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“Kenma~!” you called out, your voice echoing through the empty halls as you searched for your elusive boyfriend. Frustration bubbled inside you, and just as you were about to give up, a familiar mop of pudding-colored hair caught your eye through the window of an empty classroom. “UGH! THERE YOU ARE!!” you huffed, storming into the room, Kenma flinched at your sudden outburst, his eyes still glued to his handheld console. "You're still looking for me? So... practice isn't over yet? Great..." he muttered under his breath, clearly bothered by the situation.

"Honeyyyy~" you groaned dramatically as you wrapped your arms around him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder. He didn't budge, his fingers tapping away at the buttons, “keEeeEn~” you whined, playfully trying to push him out of the chair.

"Come on! Kuroo is going to kill me if I don't bring you back!"

Still no reaction.

You leaned in closer, pressing your cheek against his. "Do you really want your beaaauuutiful girlfriend to fail at her manager duties, huh?"

Kenma finally sighed, his gaze never leaving the screen. "

...If it means

you'll leave me alone, then... sure."

"UGH! Kenmaaaa!" you pouted, slumping dramatically in front of him.

Dropping to your knees and hugging his legs you gave him your best puppy-dog eyes. "Please?"

His fingers faltered for a second.

"You're so annoying.." he muttered, but there was the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.

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After what felt like hours (okay, maybe just ten minutes) of begging and pressing Kenma to go to practice, you finally hit your limit. Refusing to stand from your spot on the floor, you crossed your arms and gave him your best fake teary eyes, complete with a trembling pout.

“Fine then… let them fire me from my manager position,” you huffed dramatically. Kenma finally glanced down at you, his expression flat. “Y/N… this isn’t a job. They won’t fire you.”

But then — ngh! — his gaze lingered. The sight of you sitting on the floor, all pouty and vulnerable? That triggered something in his brain.

Neurons? Activated.

Kenma? Horny

Y/n? Annoyed

Crops? Watered.

A faint blush dusted his cheeks as he averted his gaze, but his voice softened. “But… maybe there’s something we can do… if you really want me to go back to practice.” Your eyes lit up. “YAS! I knew it!” You leapt from the floor, wrapping your arms around him in excitement. “Come on, tell me! I’ll do anything you want!”

Kenma blinked, momentarily stunned by your enthusiasm, before a tiny smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. “Well… you know how we haven’t been able to spend much time together lately?” You nodded eagerly, not missing the way his voice dipped into a quieter tone.

“And how every time we try to be alone… someone interrupts us?�� he added, glancing at you briefly before looking away again, the blush deepening.

“Uh-huh,” you murmured, heart thumping in anticipation. Kenma cleared his throat. “Well… maybe we can do it now.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait… here?” “The school’s practically empty,” he murmured, setting his PSP down on the desk. “Only a few clubs and… maybe a janitor. But if we’re careful…”

He finally looked back at you, and the heat in his gaze sent shivers down your spine.

“You serious?” you whispered.

Kenma leaned in slightly, his voice low. “Only if you want to.”

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So... in the end, you gave in—how could you possibly resist that pudding-colored mop of hair? And now, here you are, in this exact moment.

You're leaning over his desk, your hands pressing against the surface.

Honestly, you feel a little exposed. Your boyfriend's behind you, and you can feel his gaze, while all you can see is what's right in front of you. You feel his cold hand lift your skirt, the breeze of his breath hitting your core, making you shiver just a little..

"just look at this, huh kitten? i barely even told you what i wanted and you are this wet already?” he said as he pulled down at your underwear, “ so eager to please me huh?” He said leaning into you and giving your ear a few kitten licks.

"P-Please, Kenma," you whispered, a hint of shame in your voice. Doing this in school? It felt so forbidden, so sinful. But deep down, you couldn't deny it — you'd been waiting for this moment just as much as he had.

To be honest, Kenma had wanted to tease you a little longer, but even he couldn't hold back. After the past week of restraint, he was too pent up to keep it inside any longer.

"So whiny..." he murmured while placing open-mouthed kisses on your neck, while one of his hands ran down your shirt until he reached your breasts, the way he squeezed them was very rough, but it was the right one for that moment, his hand was massaging them and the other was busy unbuckling his belt.

"I'm sorry darling..." he whispered into your ear while holding his member with one hand and rubbing it against your entrance earning a soft moan from you "you know that normally I would go slowly but... I don't think there's enough time for that right now"

You nodded in agreement, eager to feel him inside you, you hadn't realized how much you needed this, how much you missed his hands, his kisses and his caresses...

Just when you were lost in your thoughts a sudden pressure at your entrance made you yelp, Kenma's hands gripped your waist firmly, fingers pressing into your skin as he pulled you closer. His breathing was uneven, his gaze heavy with desire as he leaned in.

"Ahh... Y/N..." His voice came out low and hoarse, roughened by the tension building between you. He pushed in deeper, his movements purposeful, each one making you gasp as your body adjusted to him. "You're so tight... nghh..." The way he muttered it, half a groan and half a breathless confession, made your stomach flutter.

A whimper escaped you, soft and broken, your lower lip trembling as you tried to speak through the haze. "K-Kenma... it's so big, I-"

Before you could finish, he picked up his pace, each movement making you lose more control over your voice. You couldn't stop the sounds slipping from your lips, and just as quickly, he silenced you with a kiss - rough, needy, possessive. "I like you better when you just moan for me," he mumbled against your lips, his voice low and commanding.

The words sent a shiver down your spine, making you melt into his touch.

You could feel the tension in your body rising fast, and by the way Kenma gripped you, he could feel it too. The way you clenched around him made him groan softly, his head dropping to your shoulder as he trailed kisses along your neck, leaving faint marks behind.

Normally, he would slow down - tease you, drag things out until you were begging for more. But this time, he couldn't hold back. His own release was close, and it showed in the way his thrusts grew more erratic, rocking the desk beneath you as he pushed deeper.

"Fuck... baby..." His voice was husky, strained, filled with urgency as he buried himself in you. "I'm really close..."

You couldn't hold back your own moans any longer. The intensity of his movements, the weight of his body against your back, the sound of his voice — it was all too much. You didn't care if anyone could hear, if anyone walked by. All that mattered was him.

Kenma's fingers tightened their grip on your hips, his forehead pressed to yours as he pushed you both toward the edge. His heart was racing, his breath ragged in your ear, and you could feel the tension winding tighter and tighter.

"Kenma... please." you whimpered, your voice trembling as you clung to him, your body shaking from the overwhelming sensation.

He groaned softly at the sound of his name falling from your lips, his movements never faltering. He could feel how close you were — he always knew your body better than you did.

And though his usual control would have him drawing things out, this time he couldn't stop. His release was so close, right there, and he didn't want to hold back.

Twenty minutes in, and he already had you falling apart twice. But still, he kept going, chasing that final high — for both of you.

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Kenma's forehead rested against your back, his breath hot and uneven as you both tried to steady yourselves.

His fingers traced slow, soothing patterns under your skirt, a stark contrast to the urgency from moments before. There was a softness in his gaze now, something tender beneath the layers of intensity that still lingered in the air between you.

"Are you okay?" he murmured quietly, his voice softer, more familiar. The concern in his tone made your heart ache in the best way, and you nodded, lips curling into a faint smile.

"I'm okay," you whispered, though your voice still trembled slightly from the aftershocks, your body now fully resting in the desk in a weak attempt of catching your breath.

Kenma's lips twitched into a small smile at your answer. He wasn't always great with words, but his actions said enough. His hands lingered on your hips, steadying you before before turning you around, facing each other, his forehead brushing yours in a quiet moment of calm.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The silence was comfortable, filled only with the sound of your slowing breaths and the faint creak of the desk beneath you. His thumbs rubbed lazy circles over your skin, grounding both of you as you melted into each other. "I wasn't too rough, was I?" he asked after a moment, his voice quieter, almost hesitant. It wasn't like him to ask, but there was something different in the way he looked at you now — more vulnerable, more open.

You shook your head, cupping his face gently. "No... it was perfect," you said softly, and you meant it.

Kenma sighed in relief, his shoulders relaxing as he leaned into your touch.

His lips pressed a lingering kiss to your palm before he pulled you close again, wrapping his arms around you like he couldn't bear to let go just yet. "You make me feel things I never thought l'd want," he admitted quietly, his voice almost shy. "I've never... wanted someone like this before."

The honesty in his words made your chest tighten, and you couldn't help but smile as you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"I'm not going anywhere," you whispered against his skin. "You don't have to be afraid of wanting me."

Kenma's arms tightened around you, his face buried in the crook of your neck. His heart was pounding against yours, steady and strong.

What you both thought would be a peaceful moment didn’t last nearly as long as you had hoped. For a brief second, you let yourselves forget that you were still on school grounds, thinking you could steal a quiet moment together. But reality quickly came crashing back in the form of a loud, obnoxious voice that both of you knew all too well.

"KENMAAAAAA... Y/N!" Kuroo’s voice echoed through the hallways, sharp and unmistakable as he called out for you two. It was impossible to ignore. You exchanged a glance, both of you groaning internally.

"Come on, Y/N, I trusted you!" Kuroo’s voice whined from further down the hall, his footsteps growing louder as he approached.

"Shit," Kenma muttered, clearly irritated. He quickly pulled away from you, his eyes darting around in panic. "We should hurry," he added, his tone serious now.

Both of you scrambled to adjust yourselves. Kenma straightened his uniform with a quick tug at his collar, while you did the same at your skirt. You couldn’t help but glance at Kenma, biting your lip in a mix of amusement and slight concern.

"Do I have sex hair?" you asked, half joking but also genuinely curious, Kenma paused for a split second, giving you a once-over before shrugging. "Hmm... maybe just a little," he said nonchalantly, brushing his fingers through your hair to tame it.

"Great," you muttered, pushing your hair back into place as the sound of Kuroo’s voice drew closer. You had to think fast before he found you both in the hallway, and judging by the way Kenma was glancing nervously in the direction of the noise, he was already calculating your next move.

You both braced yourselves for what would surely be an uncomfortable encounter, wondering if this "moment of peace" was truly ever meant to be.

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whydontyousaeso · 1 year ago

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Hi, heres an idea for damian x reader

Reader these past few days has been stressed and tired while preparing for elimination chamber in perth. Before leaving to Australia he decided to have a self care day for them at their home

“Relax.”

Damian priest x Reader

Type- fluff

A/n- Okay im ngl this was rough to write because i injured my hand, so because of that the Roman fic will be postponed until Friday! I hold this is what you wanted anon. 🫶

Tag list- @brideofinfamy @allyinwonderland18 @haileysmall2005 @alyyaanna @queencherryberry @new-zealand-chic @Bloodlinesceo @lizzyd1ish @southerngirl41

You’ve never been so nervous for a match before.

You were gonna be in the elimination chamber match for a chance to go against iyo at wrestlemania for the title.

You were up against asuka, Liv, Bianca, Jade cargil, and Tiffany Stratton.

All of which made it painfully clear that they didn’t want you to win.

Just the week prior Asuka surprised you with a mist, and that was painful.

You were scared of them over taking you.

You had so many people expecting you to win.

only one made you feel like you could win though.

“Cariño, wake up”

You groaned and rolled towards your boyfriend, damian.

“Come on, I have things for you to do today.”

“Damian I’m tired-“

“I know you are baby, just trust me.”

You mumbled under your breath and sat up, reaching out for him.

He wrapped his arms around you, kissing your neck and rubbing your back.

“What are we doing today?”

“I’m taking care of you before your match Saturday”

“I dont-“

“Shush, let me help you darling”

You groaned lightly again and pulled away from him, looking him over.

“I made breakfast baby, come and eat”

He gave a quick kiss to your lips and helped you up.

Maybe this was gonna be fun.

After you ate the wonderful breakfast he made, he took you to your master bathroom.

He told you to get ready for a bath, which you knew was gonna be good.

You took off your clothes and put your robe on, another thing he had bought to make sure you were comfortable.

You heard the water running and smiled, he knew how to take care of you.

“Ready baby?”

You looked up and nodded, standing up and walking over to his smiling face.

He helped you remove your robe and kissed your collarbone, placing you in the warm water gently.

It felt good on your skin, along with the lavender salts he used, it was perfect.

You sighed softly and let his hands rub your shoulders, massaging all the tension out.

You closed your eyes and leaned your head back against his torso.

“Thank you Damian, I needed this”

“I know you did. Just relax sweetie.”

He was the only one that understood you.

The only one that understood your stress.

He was the only one.

You started to doze off, feeling safe with him.

“Damian?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you really think I’m gonna win?”

He moved down to your arms,

“I believe you will, you have such a strong will to fight it would be hard to imagine you not winning”

You nodded slightly

“However, even if you don’t win, I wouldn’t be upset.”

“Rhea would”

“Rhea doesn’t matter. You just focus on your goals.”

You opened your eyes and saw him looking down at you.

“I love you Damian.”

“I love you too Y/N”

You lied as he leaned down and kissed your lips again, feeling loved.

“So what’s the plan for the rest of the night?”

You sat on his lap, letting him wrap his arms around your torso.

“Movie and pizza, unless you want something else?”

You shook your head.

“That sounds fine to me, what we watching?”

“Guess.”

You smiled, normally he did this to get what you wanted.

“Hmmmm, scream?”

“You always guess right, you have to be psychic”

You giggled and kissed his cheek, handing him his phone to call in the food.

His body was warm on your skin, and you could hear his breathing consistently going.

You pulled up the movie, waiting for him to finish before starting it.

You’ve never felt so confident in yourself before.

“I love you baby girl.”

“I love you too darling”

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

#wwe #wwe raw #wwe smackdown #fanfic #damian priest #wwe damian priest #the judgement day

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whatdoidosatoru · 10 months ago

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Sweet Nothings

PART 4 of The Only Exception

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - ao3 wc: 4938 pairing: Baji x OC (reader insert bc oc is very vaguely described) tags: smut, oral sex (f and m receiving), face-sitting, fingering, thigh-fucking, dirty talk, penetrative sex, he's so nice!!!!!

tag list: @bontensbabygirl @mrsryuguji - thank you so much for expressing interest for this fic I genuinely feel like crying when I think about it!

summary: post-exam stress turns into a fun night meeting Baji's friends :)

music:

Sweet Nothings - Neck Deep

Just The Girl - The Click Five

She’s a God - Neck Deep

Last of the Real Ones - Fall Out Boy

You and I - Anarbor

Feeling This - blink-182

Closer - Nine Inch Nails

MINORS DNI!!!! 18+

Baji

The following week went by incredibly slowly. Yuna and I had classes and work so we couldn’t see each other, but we kept messaging throughout most of our days, apart from when we were working.

Every time I felt my phone vibrating I felt giddy, like a teenager in love. The feeling was explosive, overwhelming. That girl will be the death of me. Even Chifuyu couldn’t help but notice and take the piss out of me for it.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you smile this much since you stopped beating people up for shits and giggles.”

“Piss off, Chifuyu, I’m the embodiment of sunshine. I’m always smiling.”

Chifuyu laughed, “Sure, that’s why that old lady ran away when she saw you in front of our building today. Because you’re too cheerful.”

I flipped him off, still grinning at my phone and the latest selfie from Yuna while Chifuyu was setting up a show for us to watch.

Yuna🖤💙, 21:36

if my future werent on the line id just sleep in tomorrow tbh my eyes cannot stay open anymore midterms will be the death of me fuck this shit wanna move in with me in a cottage in the middle of nowhere and own some goats off the grid well get some cats as well ill take my dog back from my parents just us and animals and sometimes mai you can invite matsuno to visit tell him to bring us books when he visits

Boyfriend Material🧛🏻, 21:40

You’ve definitely got a good plan there But please go to sleep, you need rest before your exam <3 I’ll be home by the time you’ve finished and you can come over for lunch if you’d like

Yuna🖤💙, 21:42

thats kinda making me wet ngl

Boyfriend Material🧛🏻, 21:43

Lunch is making you wet? Have I told you how weird you are?

Yuna🖤💙, 21:43

you making me food and also coming to your place is, dumbass but anyway! off to sleep i go, tell matsuno im taking him up on that challenge to beat his ass in uno when i meet him good night hot stuff <3

Boyfriend Material🧛🏻, 21:44

Go to sleep, woman! And have the best dreams, preferably of me c; And good luck!!!! For tomorrow!! I know you’ll smash it!!! <33333

“Yuna’s coming over tomorrow after her exam to wipe the floor with you in uno.”

Chifuyu threw his head back and let out a villainous laugh.

“Does she know she’s talking to a master strategist and an uno master?"

“Listen, I know you’re my best friend an-”

“Brother, but continue.”

“....and all that. But if I’m not in her corner I don’t have sex. So if I have to make team Yuna t-shirts don’t be surprised.”

To that, he launched a piece of popcorn at me.

When I got back from work I jumped into the shower, counting down the minutes until Yuna came. When I finished making noodles, she rang the bell to be let upstairs. I all but sprinted to the door to let her in, standing with the apartment door open, just in my towel, waiting to see her face.

“I hope that food I smell is for me because if I don’t have something in my mouth in a minute I’ll riot.”

She was grumpy and tired, it was obvious from the way she dragged her feet on the stairs.

“I’ve got something you can put in your mouth.”

“Baji-kun I’m gonna bite it off.”

“Ooooh ‘Baji-kun’? I didn't think you were this serious. The food is ready, there will be no need for biting off my dick, you hater.”

Yuna reached up to grab my face and kissed it before making her way inside. She’d never been inside my apartment before, but the kitchen was right next to the front door, so she didn’t have to wander before lunch. I served her the food, sitting down next to her to eat and hear about her day.

“...and I knew he was going to put that ridiculous text in the exam and I almost screamed when I saw it. Unfortunately, Hana said she didn’t even get to that part with her revision so I didn’t have anyone to check the answers with.”

She practically inhaled the noodles and vegetables, doing a little dance as she ate.

“But anyway, I’m getting the results in a week, which is shit because if I failed it’s gonna ruin the whole night out! These are amazing by the way. I haven’t eaten all day until now so sorry if I was hangry.”

She was tripping her own sentences, trying to say everything at once. All I wanted to do was grab her face and smother her in affection, but I was trying to give her space to relax and reach out when she wanted to.

When I told her about my day, we moved to my bedroom. As she was taking it all in, lingering on the vinyl collection, I towel-dried my hair and started to look for some clothes to put on, but she stopped me, dragging me toward the bed and pushing me down.

“I could hardly focus on what you were saying earlier.”

“Something on your mind, sweetheart?”

“The food was amazing, but I want to taste you.”

Oh. I see. She unwrapped the towel from around my hips with a pleading look in her eyes. I pulled her hair up and used her own hair tie from my wrist to tie it back. With a soft smile, she took my cock into her mouth, not breaking eye contact.

My eyes rolled back and I struggled to keep myself sitting up to look at her. All I wanted was to lie down and process the sensation, but the intensity in her gaze was somehow holding me in place, the only thing moving was my mouth to let out a moan.

“Fuck it’s so warm,” I managed to squeeze out as she nodded, hummed in affirmation, and licked along my slit, teasing with her soft tongue. I wanted to burn this into the insides of my eyelids - Yuna on her knees between my legs, one hand on my balls, the other on my shaft, and her beautiful mouth enveloping my cock, hollowed-out cheeks as she sucked in air around it, her head bobbing up and down slightly, and most importantly, her eyes gazing into mine like she was memorising every detail of my face that was twisting into expressions of pure pleasure.

“Your mouth is so pretty-ah-when you do this. Fuck you’re so hot like this.”

My words just kept coming. She needed to know how she made me feel and it seemed to make her hollow out her cheeks even more and suck with more intensity - I felt my orgasm coming rapidly.

“I’m so close sweets, can you take it?”

In reply her hand found mine and placed it on her ponytail so I gripped it tight, leading her into the pace I needed to finally exhale and spurt cum into her throat. She carefully removed her mouth from my cock and opened it to show me milky white cum on her tongue, promptly swallowing it and showing me her empty mouth.

I groaned and pulled her into my lap for a deep kiss, her hands flew to the back of my head to grip my hair and she was straddling my lap. My hands were holding her hips tightly squeezing her skin and I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy.

She started rubbing myself on my thigh, but only slightly. I held her tighter and moved her hips back and forth, intensifying the friction between her core and my leg. She started moaning into my mouth and keeping the pace on her own, clearly getting more and more pleasure than just with her own small movements.

“Keisuke I need you,” her moans were so cute, barely pronouncing my name through whines.

I pulled her off my lap to unbutton her jeans and take them off along with her underwear.

“How do you want me?” She moaned into my mouth as I swiped my fingers through her wet folds.

“All to myself, sweetness, but I’ll make do with your pussy on my face for now.”

I could feel her arousal leaking, soon to be smeared on my face. I lay on my back, waiting for her to position herself over me, she gripped the bed frame and hovered above me.

“I’m gonna need you to get lower, can’t reach you like this.” I grabbed her thighs to try and lower her.

“I’m scared I’ll crush you!”

How cute.

“What a way to die, feasting on your sweetness, suffocated by sweet,” I lightly slapped her thigh where it met her ass, “soft thighs of a gorgeous woman. Now sit.”

With that, I pulled her all the way onto my face and, as soon as she was met with my eager tongue, she let out a scrumptious moan. I licked a long strip from her entrance all the way to her clit and started circling the soft sensitive bud and spelling out my name on it. Every time the tip of my tongue finished an S, I could feel her thighs twitch, making me dig my fingers into her.

Her moans turned to whimpers, whimpers to cries, and with a breathy cry of my name she tightened…and let go. I drank her release slowly, gently, to not overwhelm her, and let go of her thighs. She collapsed on the bed next to me, breathing heavily.

“I’ve…fuck I’ve never done that before.” With a quick roll, I was above her, pinning her to the bed and kissing her deeply, making her taste herself on my lips.

“Stick around and this won’t be the last time.” I winked at her and helped her up to put her clothes on.

I rummaged around my wardrobe looking for a minute and pulled out a dark grey band hoodie. Yuna’s eyes widened when I handed it to her.

“I told you I’d give you a hoodie you can sniff like a weirdo.”

“Kei…The Black Parade? If I had any energy left I’d cry. Thank you."

She launched herself at me with arms wide open. I embraced her tightly and kissed the top of her head. If I’d known this would make her so happy I would’ve done it right away. She got her book bag and I went to put the plates away before we went to her flat to get her things.

I couldn’t believe my absolute luck that I got to flaunt her in front of my friends and she agreed to sleep over tonight. I was practically skipping on the way to hers. We were holding hands again and I swear I could feel her smile burning into the side of my head every time I stopped looking at her.

She packed up a pyjama top, toothbrush, some skincare stuff, and makeup while I was looking through her bookshelf, picking up some books to see what she read.

“Why doesn’t it say what they’re about on the back? Who is the Guardian and why am I supposed to care that they think this book is ‘moving and engaging by turns, with an ending to blow down walls’? Just tell me the plot dammit!”

Yuna laughed softly, “Unfortunately, it’s all too common these days. That’s why I rely on the internet.”

Placing the book back, my gaze went over a nail polish basket. Out of curiosity I picked up a few bottles to look at them more closely and was met with a light chuckle from the door.

“You want me to paint your nails, Kei?”

“I wouldn’t mind that. Do you have black?”

“Do I have….Baji Keisuke look at me and ask me that again.” She couldn’t keep a serious face on, immediately grinning at me.

“Fair point, so will you do it?”

She walked over to me, all of her stuff packed into a rucksack, and placed a kiss on my fingers.

“Of course. You’ll look even hotter with black nail polish on while you’re fingering me.”

Immediate hard-on. It wasn’t fair.

On our way back to mine, we stopped by a shop to get some snacks and drinks for tonight, I could feel Yuna growing more anxious by the minute. Having arrived at the apartment, I got to dusting and cleaning up while Yuna excused herself to my bedroom to put on some makeup - something about feeling more put together to help with her nerves. Chifuyu was on his way home from work so he should be the first one out of the group to meet her.

Twisted Firestarter, 14:26 She’s really nervous rn Please be nice to her Or I’ll burn your pillows c:

ChiFOOLyu, 14:27 I’M ALWAYS NICE I get it man don’t touch my stuff if you don’t want to be strangled in your sleep :D I’m home in 20 mins

Twisted Firestarter, 14:28 Just saying, the gang might be too much to handle so it’s be nice if she had another person apart from me to talk to

ChiFOOLyu, 14:29 👌

There was a knock on the door and a faint voice coming in, “I hope both of you are dressed because I don’t need any more jump scares today!”

With that, Chifuyu unlocked the front door and walked in, tossed his keys on the shelf in the hallway, and took his boots off before walking over to us sitting on the couch. Yuna took a deep breath and grinned at him, immediately turning to banter to mask her nervousness.

“Matsuno-kun, I heard you think you could hold a candle to my absolute domination at card games?”

Chifuyu all but threw himself onto the couch next to her, acting like they’d known each other for years.

“My deepest apologies, Yuna-sensei. All I want is a chance to play against a world-renowned master such as yourself. And you can call me Chifuyu, no need to be so formal.”

“Okay Fufu, but chumminess is not going to make me go easy on you.” She said with a wink. I liked seeing her growing more and more relaxed with Chifuyu, even though she was nervous as all hell earlier.

“Fufu? Aight…are you painting your nails, Keisuke?” He clocked one of my hands spread across Yuna’s lap, the other in the air trying not to smudge the freshly applied coat of black nail polish.

“I’m pretty sure you have eyes, Chi, Yuna is painting them, not me. And what of it?” I knew he didn’t mean anything negative by it, but it wouldn’t be us if we didn’t tease each other for no reason.

“Fuck off trying to insinuate shit. Yuna, could you paint mine as well? Might make me seem more badass since I’m not fighting anym-” A silent, but intense look in my eyes made him stop talking and smile at Yuna instead.

Yuna lifted her head to look at him when she finished painting my other hand and reached for Chifuyu after instructing me to be careful not to smudge anything.

“Wow your cuticles are so neat,” she inspected his hands before taking the nail polish and started applying, “what happened to your face anyway? That scratch looks fresh.”

They started chatting about all the cats we get at work and how some are absolute bastards to take care of, sometimes we get scratched up. Just looking at the energy between the two of them was soothing.

I no longer had to worry about there being any awkwardness in Yuna meeting my friends. I was still waiting for her answer to being my girlfriend, hopefully, tonight might make her see she is wanted and I wouldn’t hide her away.

A few hours later, after we dried our nails and joked around with Yuna, my phone rang. When I picked up, I could hear two sets of voices, one clearly not talking to me, the other trying to be loud enough for me to hear, but unfortunately loud enough that I had to move the phone away from my ear.

“MIKEY FORGOT WHICH BUTTON HE NEEDS TO PRESS CAN YOU BUZZ US IN,” I could hear Mitsuya shouting over Mikey and Draken arguing in the background.

I hung up and pressed the button next to the porta phone, waiting for them to make their way to my door. They were still arguing over who knew which button to press when they walked in and I took the pizza boxes from Mitsuya’s hands.

“Yeah well, it’s Baji’s fault for not having us over anymore.”

“It’s not like we ever needed an invitation?”

“Yeah well, Mr.Big Shot over here is too busy for his best friends because he’s going to be a very important vet someday.”

“I live here, too! You can come and visit me!” Chifuyu shouted at them from the couch where he was keeping Yuna company.

Mikey’s gaze stopped on Yuna’s face as she shyly waved and smiled at them.

“Oh hey, new best friend. I’m Mikey, you’re Yuna, right?” He flashed her an angelic smile, earning a smack to the back of his head from Draken.

“Behave, Mikey.” Draken shook his head, reaching to shake Yuna’s hand, and walking back to the kitchen with me, handing me the watermelon he brought with him.

We cut it together and moved the pizzas to the coffee table while Mikey and Mitsuya were trying to be normal around Yuna. Chifuyu seemed to be fending off Mikey’s overbearing closeness pretty well so Draken and I could bring all the drinks and cups to the gathering spot.

I sat next to Yuna, sharing the couch with Chifuyu, while Draken was spread out on the other one, Mikey sitting on the floor with Mitsuya. I had plugged my phone into the big speaker under the TV and played some music as background noise to our conversations.

Yuna seemed to be enjoying the company, often being asked about her studies and hobbies. When she wasn’t talking I could hear her humming along to the music and tapping her fingers on my leg in the rhythm of whatever was on. I passed her some pizza and fruit to eat, which she accepted with a massive smile on her face.

Mikey ended up falling asleep curled up on the floor while Chifuyu was arguing with Draken about who bought pizza the last time we had a gathering like this one.

“DID YOU JUST BLUE SHELL ME YUNA I SWEAR TO EVERYTHING HOLY-” Chifuyu was getting frustrated at nearly winning at Mario Kart - again.

Yuna just playfully chuckled and continued playing, Draken taking the opportunity to speed past him and win the race, sharing a conspiratorial smirk with Yuna.

“That’ll teach you not to knock me into the mud next time.” She replied, smacking him on the arm.

I took the controller from his hands and started a new race, ready to obliterate everyone involved.

It was late by the time the guys left, but I wasn’t tired in the slightest. Yuna’s face was blushed from everyone complimenting her and being really nice and genuine with her, as they should’ve been. She helped Chifuyu clean up the plates and glasses and I accompanied her to the bathroom to brush our teeth and for her to remove her makeup.

“I’ve been thinking…” She started.

“Oh no, what about?”

“Kei I’m serious. I’ve had a really good time tonight. Everyone seemed so genuine and friendly.”

“They can be, yeah. That’s why I’ve been friends with them for the past, uhhh, I want to say around ten years, give or take.”

“I want to be your girlfriend, Kei.”

I stood there, completely shocked, with the toothbrush forgotten in my mouth, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her lips were stretched into a smile, toothbrush still in her mouth, and all I could think about was how I wanted this moment to last forever in its glorious bliss. I quickly spat the toothpaste out and rinsed my mouth, grabbed her hips and spun her around to face me

“You’re sure? I don’t want you to rush your decision just for my sake.”

“I wasn’t planning on rushing it, dumbass, it just feels right.”

I let my hands roam up and down her hips while she finished brushing her teeth and immediately pulled her in for a deep kiss. For the first time as a couple. I picked her up, causing her to break out into a fit of giggles and wrap her legs around my waist, and carried her into my bedroom, walking past Chifuyu, who was still sitting on the couch scrolling on his phone.

“Hey Yuna, maybe we-”

I cut him off before he could stop us, “Not now, pal, my girlfriend and I are a bit busy at the moment.”

“Girlfriend?! Congrats bro!” He returned to his phone, grinning, no doubt alerting the group chat.

As soon as I shut the bedroom door and dropped her on my bed I began undressing, Yuna giggled trying to take her t-shirt off,

“‘My girlfriend and I are a bit busy’ I love the sound of that, mister boyfriend Baji Keisuke.”

I put my hair up into a ponytail and hungrily began kissing up her legs to where her panties started.

“Shhh I’m busy kissing my girlfriend,” I murmured between the kisses, “my beautiful girlfriend,” I nipped at her panties and rolled them down to her ankles, “my gorgeous girlfriend that I’ve somehow managed to pull,” with one hand I held her hips down while the other went to her clit to softly rub it, “my perfect girlfriend who’s going to be so good for me right now and tell me how she wants to cum, hm?”

I looked up at her and, holy shit, her face was already scrunched up in pleasure, her mouth slightly open, her breaths coming out in sharp puffs. One of my fingers was sucked into her needy hole, curling upwards to press on her sensitive spot. She whined at the sensation, squirming under my hand.

“I asked you something, Yuna. How do you want to cum?”

She half-opened her eyes and with a strained voice slurred, “On your fingers, please, Kei.”

How could I not oblige when she asked so nicely?

I inserted another finger into her, attaching my lips to her clit and slowly swirling my tongue around it, drawing sinful moans out of her mouth. She grabbed my hair to bring me even closer to her and I could feel her soft walls tightening around my fingers.

Yuna let out a cry and her juices coated my fingers, I just couldn’t help but lick them clean, before squeezing her thighs and pressing kisses along them, biting to leave marks behind. Making my way up to her, she ran her hands all over my body, admiring me with glassy eyes and hair all over my pillow and her face.

I hoped she wouldn’t mind a little bit of roughness, seeing her spayed out on the bed like that, with her eyes closed, hair sticking to her forehead, made me feel like a wild animal. Like I could bite her flesh forever, leave little reminders of myself on her thighs and hips, which is exactly what I did. She mewled in pleasure whenever I started biting a new bruise into her soft skin.

“Kei it’s s’good,” she was already slurring.

I pulled away and pressed her legs together in the air in front of me, placing my painfully hard erection between her thighs.

“Hope you don’t mind waiting a little more before I fuck you.”

She whined in response as I started pumping my cock through her thighs. Her soft, plush skin felt heavenly on my wanting erection, it grazed her pussy with each thrust, and soon enough I was keeping a steady pace. Her face was flush in frustration, her hips lifting to get more friction on her puffy clit, little whines falling from her lips as she couldn’t get what she was after.

When I was close to finishing I dropped her legs, knees falling towards her chest, and leaned down to grip her lips into a deep kiss. She smelled like freshly squeezed oranges, refreshing my mind as I breathed in her scent. Yuna’s hands roamed across my back and settled in my hair, scratching my scalp, in turn making me shiver with the sensation.

I aligned my cock with her dripping core and dragged it along her soft, puffy folds to make her sigh in frustration one more time before I sunk into her warm, spongy walls.

The noise that came out when I fully sheathed my length into her was something I would be chasing for the rest of my life. A long, sinful moan of anticipated reward that was finally here after all the teasing.

“She’s sucking me in so well, so obsessed with me,” I couldn’t help but tease as her pussy clenched around my dick with every thrust.

Yuna looked up at me, glaring, and managed to bite out,

“Maybe she was feeling ignored while you were playing with my thighs instead!”

So cute while she was angry.

“Don’t be a hater, Yuna, or next time I’ll only fuck your thighs and make you beg for attention to your cunt.”

That shut her up and made her roll her eyes, her attitude was immediately cut short when I slammed my hips into hers and made her gasp louder than before. I chuckled and pressed a kiss onto her lips, licking her bottom lip, before pushing myself up and pressing her legs as far to her chest as she could handle, getting a better angle to thrust into her deeper than before.

She cried out in pleasure when I picked up the pace, my mouth couldn’t contain grunts as her warm walls drew me in and clenched around me - with my name on her lips she came and a ring of white formed around my base. Her orgasm only made me more feral, slamming into her drenched pussy with a ferocity I hadn’t used before, as her moans turned more and more desperate, borderline pornographic.

“Kei please slow-fuck-down ‘s ah too much!” She was half-slurring her words, eyes shut, mouth open in ecstasy. I slowed down for a few thrusts to oblige.

“Overwhelmed?” I asked her, to which she only nodded lightly.

With a grin I slammed into her harder, still not speeding up, but she didn’t say anything about roughness. I grabbed her legs and hugged them tightly, resting her calves on my shoulders. I lazily dragged my cock in and out of her, barely putting in any effort, waiting for her to beg me to speed up again.

I didn’t have to wait long, but this pace made me feel so needy, I wanted to pound into her like it was my last night on earth, I wanted to make her scream my name so loudly that there would be no doubt in anyone’s mind about who was making her see stars.

When she finally spoke again my cock twitched inside of her with excitement.

“Kei baby faster please,” She whined and I had half a mind to jump on the request, but the other part of me wanted to make her beg.

“You sure you can take it, sweetheart?”

“I want it, please.”

“How much?”

“Mmm-what?”

“How much do you want it?” I wanted to watch her squirm with want.

“I need it. I need you, Keisuke. I need your cock deep and fast,” her eyes were glistening, “please.”

With that I doubled my thrusts, her moans immediately rising in pitch. Her fucked-out face scrunching up while her mouth hung open, lewd moans slipping past her soft lips. I wanted to kiss them, but this position was just too good to stop. I grunted with my quick movements while her toes curled on each side of my neck. The next best thing to do was to kiss her ankles, making her chuckle mid-moan.

“Kei ‘m sooooo close don’t-fuck-don’t stop!” Yuna was gasping for air at this point and I was almost at my tipping point, desperate to spill inside of her.

I reached down to smack her ass and draw out another whine from her mouth, she was trying to say my name again, but all that came out was a long moan as her walls contracted around my dick once more, releasing another orgasm and making her spasm in front of me.

That was enough to milk my cock of everything I had in me, long ropes of cum spurted on her walls and I slowed down to ride it out with her. I slowly pulled out, some of our cum very lazily leaking out of her abused hole. With a kiss to her swollen clit, I gently pushed her up to the pillows and went to the bathroom to get her a warm towel while trying to ignore Chifuyu’s protesting about my walking out of my bedroom naked.

After cleaning her up (gently, trying to shush her overstimulated whines), I lay in bed next to her and drew her closer into my chest. She released a happy humming sound and almost immediately started snoring. I could definitely get used to this, I whispered into the back of her head,

“You’ll be the death of me, sweetheart, I feel like I’m falling in love.”

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anothd · 5 months ago

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Im so fucking sleepy yet I can't sleep. Way too much thoughts. So maybe ill rant and get them out. It feels bad to talk about things like this, but oh well. I'm already exhausted emotionally and confused and all this stress makes me barely have any sleep at night (if im lucky enought to sleep tho).

The way they all lied to me and never told me anything. Three. Three different persons knew about it and no one tried to confront or ask me shit, just made their little theories. I understand one of them knew my blog. And i understand they checked it cause they noticed my mental state shrinking. But at the same time lying about not checking it? After accidentally leaving a heart on my intro post another (probably, maybe that was truth) lie that "they checked their followers" and accidentally went on my blog? I mean how dump do you think I am? Who follows you? Especially when you don't post a shit. Anyway sending screenshots of my vents to others is understable, but at the same time would be cool if i got to know about it all like in the span of a hour or two. Not several days later. Also some of the things i saw on screenshots just hurted me. "Like, i like him as a friend, i really do but how tf do i handle jirai". Bro i told you I'm jirai before we became friends. And why you act jirai is the problem? I still feel hurt. I still dont even feel like i can trust any of their words. He himself told others to talk about their emotions and all and dont give silent treatment. What i did to deserve this hypocritic behaviour from him? Litteraly both of these two others he told about this (not suprised that he told it after basically i got to know from them and not him and told him about it) accoused me of trying to distance them from the rest? Also one accoused me of bpd and being a yandere? I mean the bpd one and yandere was basically a child, but it still hurts. In the instance of me having stronger ed than usual and getting all this info randomly and litteraly needing to confront everyone and talk to them for longer amount of time to get to the maybe truth? I mean he lied way to many times and his promises seem hollow. I probably need time to get used to it but oh well. Im just tired. Tired of walking on eggshells to not make anyone uncomfortable nor to make them randomly worried or "try to make me say it". Say it yourself young man and dont try to force me by manipulation to say it to you. It all just made me relapse and suicidal again. I hate it. I hate them. But why i still care and im way to worried about them? Litteraly im worried after the tone of their message is wrong. Yet they dont seem to really care nor worry about me. Well maybe they do, but i dont feel it. Maybe leaving would be better. I would had another reason to end it, well loose reason to stay so itll add to reasons to end.

Ngl won't tag it as its more of private thing and not wanna get it seen by more people, but still some attention and reaction would be cool.

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notiddygothgf · 1 year ago

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TRUST ISSUES (HER)

★ pairings: nanami kento x f! reader

★ synopsis: In the search for solace, Nanami stumbles right into the arms of an exotic dancer. In the search for money, an exotic dancer finds more than she bargained for. In the heat of the moment, a contractual relationship turns into something more. (or; the one where sugar daddy!nanami is sweet on his girl)

★ c.w.: none (more content warnings and tags)

★ a/n: HI! im not crazy about how this chapter turned out, ngl... BUT ITS A NECESSARY SEGWAY INTO THE NEXT CHAPTER. plz stay tuned and bear with me while I try to acclimate myself to this new writing style.

★ w.c.; 5.4k

my kinda love; chapter index

WHEN YOU CAME HOME, YOU made sure to shut the door quietly behind you. The apartment looked empty, dimly lit, but the faint sound of music playing from the end of the corridor told you otherwise. Your roommate had undoubtedly made it home before you.

Being a stripper was a blood-sucking job. It paid well – as well as a job could pay

Your fatigue was heavy on your shoulders. Still, the moment you heard Nicki Minaj playing – even at this hour – you had the strength to muster up a tired smile. You dropped your duffle bag right on the floor, setting your stiletto heels down with a similar clatter.

“I’m home!” You shouted.

The music paused. After a brief moment of silence, a door cracked open, and your bubbly, brown-haired roommate came walking towards you.

“Roomieeeee!” Nobara sang, arms wide open. Clearly, she wanted a hug – and though you weren’t entirely too interested in being hugged by a drunk person, you let her have it. She pulled away with a loud sigh, complimenting your performance from earlier, “You were so good tonight! You were on fire!”

You laughed quietly, sheepishly, letting her put the distance between the two of you. (She was a sappy drunk. You knew better than to push her away). “Thanks, Nobie.”

“Did you hear me?” She asked. She walked away from you, but only to rest her tailbone against the top of your shared couch. Her brown hair was clipped back into a… whatever those hairstyles with claw clips were called. “I was screaming for you, did you hear it?”

“A bit hard to hear you over the music, Nobie,” You sighed. Moving past the girl, you made out for the bathroom. You could still feel the fucking club grime all over you – there was nothing you wanted more than a warm shower in that moment. A nice, long bath to soothe your tired bones.

But, alas, you were a University student. A Psych major, at that. Your schedule didn’t allow such liberties. Especially not during midterms.

“Did your friend like the show?” You asked over your shoulders, walking into the bathroom and turning the shower on. The pitter-patter of the water against the tub sounded like rain to you – comforting, calming, familiar, just like the pink, tiled walls that the apartment had come with (that Nobara has insisted the two of you keep). “What’s his name, the birthday boy…”

“Yuuji?” She answered, poking her head through the bathroom door quickly before continuing down the hall to her room. Judging by the plush, navy blue robe she was donning, she was about to settle into bed.

Itadori Yuuji – pink-haired idiot with a charming smile and a sweet personality. You knew him well, though not on a name basis. You had seen him countless times during his visitations with Nobara, your beloved roommate. You weren’t entirely sure what it was that Nobara did, or what sort of school she went to, but you knew Itadori was some sort of classmate of hers. Apparently, she was bound by some sort of NDA, and was not at discretion to disclose any specifics.

You didn’t ask. Shit, you didn’t like talking about your night job. As such, you never felt the need to press her about what she did in her free time. You considered her to be your closest friend nevertheless.

You weren’t a very social person, though, so it’s not like she had much competition in that regard.

“Yeah. He have fun tonight?” You called back to her. Observing your tired reflection in the mirror, you undid your pigtails, finally letting your hair fall down out of its holders. Your scalp tingled in gratitude. With the slightest hiss, you massaged the top of your head with your fingers, long, manicured nails tangling in the knots of your hair. When you couldn’t get them free, you decided to cut your losses – this was clearly a matter you would have to settle in the shower.

Nobara’s response was slightly delayed, resonating from the other room down the hall. “He loved it! He wound up blacking out, though. Our teacher was egging him on, and he drank a lot more than he probably should have.”

“That white-haired guy, right?” You answered. Shedding the tee shirt and biker shorts you had changed into after your shift at the club right onto the floor, you stepped over the pile and slid the flimsy curtain open (It was a gag gift from one of Nobara’s friends – on its surface, it had a pixelated, compressed image of a werewolf staring earnestly up at the moon). “I think he’s a regular.”

You extended your leg into the tub. The moment the first droplet of water made contact with your foot, you fought the urge to groan. Those stilettos did a number on you. The warmth always did wonders for your sore muscles. You stepped fully into the shower. You would have to make this quick.

You let the water run through your hair, your scalp – wash the grime away and down the drain as it trickled down your body. Once your hair had been sufficiently soaked, you uncapped your favorite coconut milk shampoo and slathered it over the top of your head. You massaged the product into your scalp.

“Is he?” She asked. You didn’t doubt that the liquor had affected her thinking process, as sober Nobara would most likely have agreed with you. Apparently, the guy was a massive slut.

“I see him around a lot,” You called back. Thank god you had left the door open a crack, otherwise Nobara most likely would not have been able to hear you over the sound of you working the shampoo deep into your roots. You rinsed it down the drain a moment later. “He’s never sat through one of my shows, though. Usually comes for the girls who’ve been there longer.”

In hindsight, there had to have been boundaries set up at some point. That’s what ultimately led you and your best friend to where you were today – roommates who were so comfortable with one another that there was never a wrong time for a conversation.

You squirted some coconut milk conditioner into your palm, smoothing the stuff over your hair to your roots. “I see him with this guy sometimes. Real fine – talk, dark, handsome.”

Nobara took another moment to answer. Nicki Minaj’s music continued playing, though at a much lower volume than before.

“I wonder who that is!” She replied.

You wondered, too. Shit, you wouldn’t mind if he were a regular. The guy was devilishly handsome – a pale fellow with long, black hair that cascaded down over his shoulders. You had seen him around, but rarely up close. From what you had seen, however…

Again, you wouldn’t mind if he became one of your regulars.

The man you had seen tonight, though…

“Nobie, who’s that blond guy you came with tonight?” You asked her rather suddenly, brushing the conditioner through your hair. While you let it soak in, you pumped some body wash onto your pink loofah. You scrubbed until your entire body was coated in the pleasantly scented suds. Until you felt somewhat clean (even if you felt you could never truly scrub the shame and grime of being paid to twerk in front of an audience away).

You thought of a man in the crowd who you had seen tonight during your routine – while you were scanning the audience for someone clean-looking to touch for the next verse of the song. Someone who didn’t look like they could potentially be a carrier of the Human Papillomavirus.

That’s when you saw him. Handsome. Blonde. Well dressed. Chiseled features that contorted with interest while you cartwheeled around the stage. Not a hair on his person was out of place. He looked like he smelled expensive. He looked expensive.

You recalled the way his eyes flitted over your arched form when you bent into the audience to gently caress the side of his face. His skin was soft – so soft, without even the slightest hint of stubble on his face. His dark brown eyes were like fire to your icy resolve. You almost wished it had been his birthday instead.

Shit, that’s a man you wouldn’t mind giving a lapdance.

“Who?” Nobara asked, snapping you out of your daydream (Night dream?). She sounded closer this time, like she was right there in the bathroom with you. You didn’t doubt that she was. “Nanami-sensei?”

You worked a decent sized amount of castile soap between your palms until it frothed up, then used the soap to clean your intimate areas.

“That the one teacher who you claim never smiles?” You grinned. “Dressed all prim and proper at a strip club?”

“That would be him,” She answered, just beyond the curtain. “He looked like he was feelin’ you, though. That’s saying something.”

“Shit, I’m trying to feel him too,” You joked back. Partially. That man was fine as aged wine. You would venture to say he was a DILF. “He married?”

Nobara hummed. You knew she was most likely shrugging. “Dunno,” She answered. “I don’t really know anything about him, actually. ‘Cept the fact that he’s, like, 30.”

You washed the soap off of your body. “I’d still let him hit.”

“You need a fucking therapist,” Nobara replied. “For a psychologist, you sure do–”

“Not yet,” You laughed. “Psych major.”

“Same shit,” Came her retort. “He’s 9 years older than you.”

You rinsed the conditioner out of your hair. When your half-assed shower routine was finished, you turned the water off, reaching for the pink towel you kept on the side of the wall. When you retrieved it, you dried your body off and tied your hair up into a turban.

“Calm down, I’m not crossing paths with him any time soon,” You sighed. Sticking your hand out of the side of the shower, you made a grabby gesture. “Pass me my robe.”

There was a faint rustling sound on the other side of the curtain, and then Nobara’s arm was reaching into the shower and handing you your pink, waffle-textured robe. You murmured a quick thanks before slipping into it and tying the strap around your waist.

When you stepped out of the shower, Nobara was right back at the sink, bent over ever so slightly while she tapped skin care products onto her face. She was using one of her new Korean skincare creams you had been dying to try.

So, naturally, you swiped some onto your finger and smoothed it into your face. Immediately, you felt the product seep deep into your pores, leaving your skin feeling refreshed and replenished.

Nobara didn’t even look twice at you. You loved the peculiar bond you shared with her.

“Enough about my taste in men though,” You sighed. Reaching into the sink cabinet, you produced your own set of serums – deciding that you would do the full 7-step routine tomorrow and stick to the basics for now.

Basics, of course, meaning the caffeine gel you put under your eyes to conceal the clear indicators of your terrible sleep schedule.

You continued, “I’m gonna do some homework on the couch.”

Then, as quickly as you had clocked out of your shift at the strip club, you clocked into your study shift. You left the bathroom, searching the living room for your laptop. It was, of course, right where you had left it – on the couch, where you had your last study session.

You flopped onto the coach. The moment your body sank into its warm, plush embrace, you stuffed your face into the cushion and groaned. You had been on your feet almost consistently for the past four days. It felt so fucking good to finally relax.

Well, kinda.

Rolling onto your side, you propped the laptop open. Your fingers ghosted over the touchpad while the screen booted up, then over the keys as you typed the word “Canvas”.

The familiar tiles appeared on your screen once more, each one bearing a letter grade no higher than a C.

It wasn’t easy, making ends meet. You had been on your own ever since you were eighteen. Your mother wasn’t the worst , but she wasn’t exactly the best, either. You all but made a run for it the moment you were able to leave home behind. You enrolled in a University, even though your highschool GPA had been less than desirable. Still, to your surprise, you got in. Completely alone hours away from your hometown, you struggled to adjust to the terrain.

You couldn’t afford housing, even with all of the grants and scholarships you had received, so you put up a posting on Facebook about needing a roommate. Surely enough, Nobara had reached out a few days later with an offer of one empty bedroom for you.

The two of you had been together ever since. The perpetually stressed Psych student and her bubbly, trade school roommate. She pulled in a great deal of revenue (somehow), and you did your best to pull your own weight, leaving your job as a waitress to strip for a living.

What? It worked well within your schedule, and it paid really well.

The couch dipped with a sudden presence. Nobara folded her legs up, reaching for the remote and putting Netflix on. “Wanna watch something sappy or something funny?”

You hummed quietly, clicking on your To-Do list. Five essays glared back at you. You sighed. “Something funny.”

Gotta love University, right?

You watched the scented glitter spray melt into your skin. You felt a little sore, but it wasn’t anything you weren’t already used to. As long as you could get up on that stage in five minutes and put on a sparkling, shimmering show, then you would be able to rake in enough tip money to inch one step closer to quitting this shit hole.

You sprayed a little extra over your breasts, just for good measure. Your outfit today consisted of a lacy black bikini set, one with an equally lacy corset belt. The garters around your thighs were tight – they had to be – biting into your skin with a dull sting.

Eyes flitting up to your reflection, you froze. You could hardly recognize who you were some days. Your eye bags were covered, concealed by a good old, trusty foundation. They looked more lively, in fact – rimmed with black eyeliner and smokey eyeshadow. Your lips were painted a deep shade of burgundy.

Admittedly, you looked sexy as hell.

You smoothed your hands over your attire for the evening. It flattered your waist, that was for sure.

Your favorite coworker, Suzie, was flipping through a glossy magazine at the makeup desk right next to yours. Her hair was done up into a messy bun, a few hairs cascading down the back of her neck and over her plush breasts. She glanced into your mirror out of the corner of her eye.

"How’s finals goin’ for ‘ya?" She inquired, sucking her teeth and then turning the page. “Have any exams yet?”

"They’re goin’, I s’pose," You answered dejectedly. You were struggling to make ends meet, truth be told – both academically and financially. "My exams don’t really start for another two or three weeks, but the studying don’t ever stop. You know how it is."

You noticed the way her brow quirked, though the woman made no effort to tear her eyes away from the page. She was pretty – effortlessly pretty. It almost made you jealous.

"I wish I could say I do," She remarked. “Missed my chance on that one.”

“Don’t say that, Suzie,” you tutted quietly, tapping the concealer beneath your eyes to make sure that it was in place. When you completed that task, you turned to her, saying, “It’s never too late to go to school. The county college offers plenty of scholarships and has rolling admission.”

“Maybe some day,” She replied. Her eyes finally lifted from the page. “You look cute tonight.”

You dabbed your finger into the black eyeshadow pan, applying the deep shade to the outer corners of your eyes. You used your acrylic nail to shape it into a subtle, smokey point.

"Need these tips to come in clutch,” You replied, clicking the palette shut. “Hopefully I find me a sugar daddy, who knows?”

Your attention turned to your phone, which was now buzzing haphazardly on the edge of your desk. You recognized the name on the screen – and you didn’t like it. With a sigh, you answered the phone.

“What do you want?” You asked.

The line was quiet for a moment, then filled with the words, “I miss you.”

“I told you to stop calling my line,” You said.

He – Darren – chuckled. “You know you don’t really want that, baby.”

“Not your baby,” You interjected. Keeping the phone pressed to your ear with your shoulder, you touched up your lipstick. “And don’t tell me what I want.”

“I don’t get to tell you the truth?”

“No, you don’t,” was your clipped response. “You lost that privilege when you stepped out on me, dick.”

“I told you she ain’t mean anything to me, baby, honest,” He added. “I’m not askin’ for forgiveness, though. I just wanna talk.”

“About what?” You snapped back. “I’m working.”

“About you getting your shit,” He said. “You left your makeup brushes at my house. Wanna come pick them up?”

You knew it was a bad idea. You knew it was a terrible, horrible idea to go back there. You had half a mind, in fact, to let him keep the damn brushes. You knew one thing would lead to another, and then it wouldn’t be long before you were being led right back to his bedroom.

Still, you really wanted those brushes.

“Alright, I can come after my shift,” You sighed, biting your bottom lip. “But no funny biz this time. I’m getting my shit and then I’m goin’ right home.”

“Yeah, sure,” He laughed. Like he knew. “You know nobody else give it to you like I can. That’s why you keep coming around.”

You hung up on him.

"’That Darren?" Your friend asked somewhere off to the side.

You smoothed your hands over the semi-slick back ponytail you’d done. “Yeah. He wants me to come over to pick up my brushes.”

You could hear her turning the page slowly. "No idea why you’re even entertaining him anymore."

"That makes two of us," You grinned. “He’s good for two things.”

“The dick can’t be that good, I promise you," She continued. She tapped the corner of her red lips, fixing the lipstick that had begun to migrate. "They’re very replaceable. Hell, I got mine for twenty dollars off the clearance bin at Spencer’s."

"Dildos can’t dirty talk the way he can," You said.

"Damn straight. They whine a whole lot less, though," The older girl sighed. "Last a hell of a lot longer than ten minutes, too.”

You stood atop your unsteady, bruised feet – platform stilettos adding an extra nine inches to your regular height. “I'm next, girl. I gotta bounce.”

“Sandra’s on right now, ain’t she?” She asked.

“I’m working V.I.P. tonight,” You said rather matter-of-factly. “Wish me luck.”

Then, smoothing your hands over your outfit, you began walking towards the door at the back of the room.

“Give them hell, kid,” She called after you.

Give them hell, you reminded yourself, pausing just before grabbing the doorknob. You pushed the cold black door open. Alright, you sighed to yourself. Give them hell.

The doorway opened into a room with pink velour walls, where tired dancers slouched together on cherry red couches. Some of them were smoking, others were gossiping in groups. One of them had passed out at the far end of the room. You knew that the private rooms were

You proceeded down the dim-lit corridor. When you arrived in front of the elevator, you pressed the upward-pointing arrow. The reflective black doors slid open. A few more giggling dancers moved past you.

Working V.I.P. was your favorite. The men tipped well, and (save for the uncomfortable conversations and elaborate cocktails) you preferred the more intimate environment. You weren’t too happy about being a stripper. Still, all things considered, the joint was pretty nice. You didn’t hate working there.

When you were alone in the elevator, you quietly selected button three. You could feel yourself being pulled up the elevator shaft, and as you approached the third floor the bass of the music began to resonate through its walls. The doors opened one final time.

This never gets any easier, does it? You thought. You were in some strange sort of backstage area: small in size, but with a curtain at the end of the room.

Two dancers entered the room through the curtain door. They wore the same outfit in different colors. One of them grabbed her wig and promptly tossed it off to the side. She collapsed onto the couch.

“All yours,” She panted. “They just ordered drinks and apps.”

You cleared your throat rather nervously as the girl walked past, “Thanks.”

Don’t forget your choreo , you reminded yourself. You took a brief moment to scan your own appearance. The bralette you were wearing accentuated the subtle curves of your body. You had dusted your skin with glitter before coming.

You walked towards the exit -- or entrance depending on which way you were facing -- and gripped the fabric of the curtain in your shaking hand. With a small breath and then an exaggerated sigh, you pulled it back and walked out onto the stage. There was a provocative song blaring from the speakers. The raised area you were in dangled over the club, colors and flashing lights escaping into the lounge from above.

In the front, the VIP lounge spanned about twenty yards in either direction. There was a long velour couch in the middle of the room facing the stage, where a few different booths full of men sat. They were being flocked by female dancers, all of which were entertaining the men in conversation.

You were elevated on a stage in front of them. There was a song playing, one you recognized all too well.

You licked your lips, glancing up at the pole. When you wrapped your hand around it and began to walk around -- much to your surprise -- you heard a couple of hoots and whistles.

‘All she cares about is money in the city where she’s from’’

No one’s watching. No one is looking at me. You tried desperately to ignore their call, focusing instead on trying to lose yourself in the music.

‘Her intention is the paper,

She don’t need no fuckin’ love’’.

As you made your final round, however, you quickly realized how wrong you had been. Six pairs of eyes were staring back at you.

Your gaze raked over the audience. Your ankle hooked around the pole, and you brought yourself around until you sank to your knees. Dance like no one’s watching.

‘She’s spillin all this liquor,

Tryna pass me all these cups,

Well baby girl, I’m zonin’,’’

Your eyes settled on the booth closest to the stage, where you recognized one of the club’s regulars. His hair – pearly white, caught the ambient lighting in a way that was hard to miss.

Nobara’s teacher, you noted. Why is he here?

‘Somebody should have told her,’

You glanced over at the man he was sitting with. Narrow eyes obscured by peculiar glasses, chiseled cheekbones and jawline. His blond hair – framing his apricot skin – was done up carefully, perfectly, sweeping over his head like a ray of sunlight. You recognized him by his signature scowl.

“Who?” Nobara asked. “Nanami-sensei?”

Nanami. So that was his name.

He came back for more?

You supposed it fit him – a man who looked so serious. He looked as expensive as he always did; his button-down shirt looked like it was tailored specifically to fit the broad slopes of his shoulders. A wristwatch on his large forearm caught your eye.

His legs were spread open so casually, exuding this air of casual dominance that had you double-taking. His sharp eyes tailed your every move; intense, unwavering, aware. The end of a cigarette burned bright orange between his long, slender fingers.

‘ I popped one. Fuck it, I popped one.’

Statuesque features were illuminated by the light beneath you, colors dancing across the man’s face. When he saw you looking back, his brow quirked.

‘Oh, girl, I’m on one.’’

Something fiery bubbled in your gut. Mister Nanami, you noted. He’s looking at me. You felt yourself begin to fluster under his heavy gaze. He was staring, alright, and he looked like he wanted to eat you up.

‘Fuck it, I popped one, I popped one,

Girl I’m lying, I’m on a few,

Don’t you worry, this ain’t new.’

He seemed to have his eyes set on you and you alone, never mind the woman who was whispering sweet nothings into his ear, perched on the couch behind him.

‘Can we take this to your spot?

I’m on eviction number two,

Cause I popped one,’

You brought yourself down from the pole, gently touching a heel to the ground. You spread your legs apart, sticking your ass out away from the pole and then dragging your hand down its slippery metal surface. You arched your back as high as you could, feeling your way down the pole and leaving your entire backside exposed to the men.

You then made your way back up the pole, swinging yourself around and then rolling your hips against it. You told yourself to forget about him, forget about his handsome face and his heavy gaze. Yet, still, you found yourself glancing back to make sure you still had his attention.

‘Oh, fuck it, I popped one,

Oh yeah’

And you did. Nanami’s eyes glinted with something that made heat shoot down your core. He was looking at you as if you were the only one in the room, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t awaken something deep within you.

He put his cigarette up to his lips, taking a hit of it and then breathing the smoke into the air of the lounge.

‘Trust issues,

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah…’

I’d so, totally let him hit. Stop that. What would Nobara think?

You would not allow yourself to be so easily swayed by his looks.

‘Do you know what’s going on over here?’

I’m going in for the kill. You thought.

‘Have you even bothered to look?

Well, if you know, then let me know,

And we don’t gotta be runnin’ in these circles.’

Getting perhaps a little too bold, you let yourself down from the pole and descended the steps in front of the stage. He followed your movements with unwavering intensity, still like a predator waiting for the right moment to strike its prey.

Yeah , you swallowed, sliding your hands over your breasts, dipping teasingly beneath the cups and feeling your breath catch in your throat. Still got him.

‘In these circles

No more,’

You sauntered over to the man, dropping to your knees and crawling towards him. You could see the deep color of his eyes – though, very faintly – from here. Muddy brown hues seemed to glow under the blue lights as he watched you with avid interest. You took hold of both of his knees before promptly spreading his legs and sliding up to a standing position once more.

Fuck. You could smell his cologne – expensive, woody, spicy, intoxicating.

‘Trust issues. Trust issues,’

His eyes bore holes into your soul. You caught a glimpse of his tongue as it shot out to lick his lips.

‘Trust issues, Oh-woah, oh-woah.’

You felt eyes on you. Many sets of eyes. The only pair that mattered right then was his.

‘Trust issues, Ooh.

Trust issues.’

You slid your hands over the slope of your waist, swinging your hips around to the beat of the music. You hooked one leg over one of his and then dropped yourself into his lap. You could hear the way his breath hitched at the action, eyes widening behind round lenses.

Slowly, assuredly, he took a hit of his cigarette.

He turned his head to the side; the sharp contours of his jaw caught your eye. His pink lips parted to release a mouthful of white smoke, a quiet breath that dissolved into a deep chuckle.

He seemed a bit tense, a bit confused. When he spoke, the bass of his voice caught you wholly off guard. “Hello there. ”

And, shit, you really had to remind yourself in that moment that this was a man who had quite a few years on you. He was a grown man and a teacher and… arguably the most attractive man in the establishment.

‘Oh yeah, Trust issues,

No more, trust issues.’’

You wrapped your arms around his neck, playfully dragging your ass across his lap. A pair of strong hands reached down to grab your hips. Shit, his hands were warm.

“ Nanami , I think she likes you,” The white haired Gojo-sensei, Nobara’s teacher, whistled, effectively failing at peeling the leader’s eyes away from your half naked form. “Pretty, ain’t she?”

Nanami eyed you up curiously.

“ Mhm ,” He answered. His tone was certain. His eyes betrayed him – nervously flitting over your body. A pink hue dusted his cheeks.

Do I fluster him?

Your knees nearly turned to jelly at the sound of his voice. You told yourself it was the anxiety that had gotten to you and not the fact that you hadn’t been so close to a man – a real man, a grown man – in your entire life.

“You’re a bold one,” He mumbled, strong fingers tensing into your skin as a reminder. “Aren’t you?”

You leaned down, letting your tongue trace the tendons on his neck and stopping right when you reached the corner of his jaw. Your hands were braced on the couch behind him. A little further up, and then—

His friend – Gojo sensei – called for you. “Hey, gorgeous.”

You pulled away, then turned to him with a friendly smile (Only slightly disappointed that he had diverted your attention from Nanami. Slightly . Definitely). “Yeah?”

“You think we could order another round of drinks?” He answered, blue eyes creasing at the corners while he grinned.

You returned to their table with the tray of drinks in hand, heart pounding in your chest like it was ready to burst through. Immediately, you felt eyes on you. One pair in particular more so than the rest.

“Two glass-and-a-halfs of Merlot,” You announced, setting two large glasses of burgundy liquid onto the tabletop.

It was as if that man – Nanami’s eyes were undressing you, sending a shiver down your spine. You found it suddenly difficult to concentrate on the task.

“Don Julio, house Beer,” You set the two drinks down, followed by the last one. “Seltzer.”

The men reached for their respective beverages. His gaze lingered over your hand – you felt your mind be consumed by the attention you were receiving from such a powerful man.

He’s looking again.

“Is there anything else I can get for you?” You asked. It was a standard question, of course. Nothing that wasn’t a part of the script that you were desperately holding onto tonight.

“I apologize for staring at you, doll, I’m just trying to give you a compliment you ain’t already heard before,” The white-haired one hums, voice sending an electric current down your entire body. He was smoking a cigarette, just as his cohort had done earlier. His drop-dead gorgeous, rich-looking, delicious… handsome… cohort.

Focus. Focus on working, not on him.

“Thank you, sir,” You somehow managed to find the strength to reply, though it came out slightly breathless. After placing his Shrimp Cocktail in front of him, you lowered your head, avoiding his coworker’s heavy gaze with a red face.

As if he had sensed your discomfort – as if he had sensed you were thinking about him – The expensive-looking, blond coworker in question interjected. His sharp eyes were trained on the face of his wristwatch, . “Quit it, Gojo. You’re making her nervous.”

You were nervous, though it had nothing to do with Gojo’s antics.

Nanami now had his gaze fixated on the notepad clutched tightly in your palm.

Gojo leaned back, taking a drag from his cigarette, breathing the smoke out in your direction. The sour scent swirled around you, making your head spin as your senses faltered.

“Sorry, I’m just messin’ with ‘er,” He laughed. “No need to fret, Nanamin. I’m not into younger girls.”

You took a deep breath, mustering every ounce of strength to steady yourself.

Go with it.

“It’s alright,” You answered. “Will that be all?”

“I’ll–”

“Yes, that will be all,” Nanami cut in before Gojo could spit it out. His face remained stoic, seemingly unphased by the white-haired man’s outburst. “Thank you.”

He’s nice to workers.

You struggle to meet his gaze directly, acutely aware of the allure his face seemed to have – the grasp it had on you.

You bowed in front of him– in front of them . “Excuse me.”

a/n: I did not like this. the next one will be sm better I swear. ANYWAY YALL KNOW THE DRILL. comment comment comment! let me know what you think about the story! I love chatting w you guys :)

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ghostiiess · 1 year ago

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(dont mind my English… im very tired 😅)

1.If you had to comfort a friend who lost a person who was an asshole to you, would you do it?

Ofc i would. What happened between the person and i, has nothing to do with my friend and the other person’s relationship. (i truly hope you guys can understand what i am trying to say 😅)

2.If you had to choose one book/movie trope that you could actually experience for an entire week what would it be?

Fake dating for sure. I love this trope with all my heart <3

3.If you had to choose a celebrity to binge watch an entire season of a show with, who would you choose and what would be the show?

Probably Jake tbh. And we’d probably watch some anime since i heard he liked them?

4.A flavour of ice cream you could eat for the rest of your life?

Chocolate or strawberry. I like both ngl 😭 but if i had to choose between these two, I’d say chocolate :))

5.If a song was played every time you walked into a room, what would the song be?

Drunk-Dazed. I CAN’T NOT BE TIRED OF LISTENING TO IT. It is always on replay, like idk how to say it, but i have an obsession with this song. It it just so good.

I won’t tag anyone on this post, but feel free to do it too if you see it! (even if we’re maybe not mutual!)

thank for tagging me @seyoran it was really fun to do! <3

My top five weird questions to get to know people better! (And what are my answers!)

1: If you had to comfort a friend who lost a person who was an asshole to you, would you do it? - I would and then I would tell them later on that the friend was an asshole to me. Sympathy first Savagery later.

2: If you had to choose one book/movie trope that you could actually experience for an entire week what would it be? - Enemies to Lovers all the way! I am a SIMP for this trope and I would kinda want to live in a book like simulation for a while!

3: If you had to choose a celebrity to binge watch an entire season of a show with, who would you choose and what would be the show? - I'm choosing Han Jisung! And we are gonna watch the entire first season of Hotel Del Luna while eating greasy pizza.

4: A flavour of ice cream you could eat for the rest of your life? - Butterscotch! Don't ask me why.

5: If a song was played every time you walked into a room, what would the song be? - This is HARD for me to answer cause I have a degree in music and my brain can't choose just one song. But if I had to choose, it would be either September by Earth, Wind, Fire or it would be Brooklyn Baby by Lana del Rey!

Im Tagging some people to do this, whom I hope they won't mind me tagging them! @heeliopheelia @astraystayyh @1-800-shedevil @whyyougottadothatbro @soobnny @shoverse @hyunsvngs @forjongseong @jaylaxies @eumpapas @chlorinecake @agi-ppangx @saturnandgold

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crazyw3irdo · 3 years ago

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i don't have an actual tweet thing for batfam twitter au/dickwing au/whatever im calling this for today so here's some headcanons(?) for that au (are they headcanons if you're the one making the au? eh some of these are just headcanons for the characters in general so i guess it still applies)

-bruce has been batman for a couple of decades now, he started in his early 20s and now he's in his late 40s

-the public thinks of bruce as this well-meaning (albeit himbo leaning) dad whose trying his best. back when he first started being batman his public bruce persona was just very much happy-go-lucky himbo (how can bruce be batman? bruce doesn't even know how to tie his shoelaces) but he's now graduated to tired dad (how can bruce be batman? he has six kids to take care of and a company to run)

-and yeah six kids, duke is officially adopted into the wayne family in this

-no, alfred does not have a twitter. he's got too much to deal with already. however, he does know everyone's account information, so yknow, in case a masked vigilante gets beat up really bad then it's not like their civilian account suddenly stops posting

-and yeah alfred is alive. he cannot die. i refuse to believe it. i'm already saying fuck canon i'm not stopping now

-i've seen people in the tags asking/speculating about this, but i've been going on the assumption that each character has two phones: one for vigilante-ing and one for civilian-ing. if one gets stolen or hacked then its not like the thief will suddenly have access to their identity. plus it's not like bruce can't afford multiple phones.

-dick started dickwing because he was bored and thought it would be funny; it becoming a "well no one will think dick grayson is nightwing because they're dating" thing was 100% unintentional but also 100% the immediate excuse he gave when asked by the rest of the fam why he did that.

-dick is a theatre kid. which is obvious from the way i've been writing him but i felt it needed to be said again. i wanna say his fave musical would be newsies but i haven't seen newsies personally so,, i mean, of the musicals i really like and am familiar with, i'd say it'd be cats. now if you're familiar with cats you're like "okay yeah i can see it" but if you only know about it from that terrible movie let me justify myself: it's a dance-heavy musical with lots of amazing feats of athleticism in the dances. also, look up what rum tum tugger looks like in the actual show and then remember dick's discowing costume. i'm right about this.

-cass still doesn't know how to read. she uses a text to speech program to have things read out for her. she's also mostly nonverbal

-babs uses a wheelchair in this. i know some canon stuff does the whole "yeah but she got better" but once again i don't like canon

-no one in this family is neurotypical but the ones i feel most strongly about are bruce and cass are autistic and dick has adhd. pretty sure they all have some form of ptsd too but ngl that seems kind of obvious. and yes bruce being autistic is canon i love reminding people of this :3

-speaking of canon things i like reminding people of because it's often ignored in canon, dick is romani! and bruce is jewish!

-bruce, dick, steph, and tim are bi. or yknow, some kind of mspec, i don't think dick is a big fan of labels, steph probably says she's whatever sexuality makes her joke funnier, and tim is still figuring it out. babs is also bi and that is solely because my mom is bi and babs is her favorite character. cass is a lesbian and you could tell me jason, dami, and duke are whatever sexuality you want and i'd believe you. ngl i don't personally feel comfortable giving dami a sexuality hc myself bc i don't really like shipping/imagining child character in relationships but eh you do you as long as its not actually sexual

-genderwise dick is nb. i am nb and he's my favorite character. i have the right. he's fine w all pronouns but mostly uses he/they. once again he's not really a labels kind of guy. and yes i am still obsessed with that official post that used they/them for damian i know they didn't mean it but yes he/they damian my beloved. also she/they selina kyle.

#im not main tagging this one. this post is for the true fans /j #mini banger of a post #crazwaz posted #fun sized banger of a post #certified banger of a post

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bbyquokka · 2 years ago

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help i meant *soft thoughts about minho, im so tired i don't know how i manage to spell "dog" sorryyyy 😭

sksksk, pls anon. it did make me laugh, ngl! no need to apologise ‹3 !! seeing as im working on a smut piece, have a soft thought for the time being ‹3

FLUFF BELOW CUT – MDNI

warnings: gn!reader, reader has fever, pet names

you woke up in a cold sweat, head pounding and nose stuffed. you was struggling to breathe, your chest hurting and feeling tight, your throat feeling sharp and itchy

“lino!” your voice hoarse and weak. you weakly shuffle out off bed, your body aching and muscles screaming. you walk to the living area where Minho is sitting on the sofa stroking dori.

“hey there– oh my. are you okay?” Minho places Dori down, pushing himself up off the sofa. you whimper, your body shivering as you feel cold.

“feel shit.” you weakly state. Minho checks your temp with the back of his hand, his brows furrowing together.

“darling, you're burning up. I think you have fever.”

“i feel so cold, lino. so weak and cold...” you whisper, clasping your hands together against your chest.

“come darling, let's get you back into bed.” you nod once, too weak to put up a fight. Minho helps guide you back into bed, propping up your pillows before grabbing some medication and water.

“stay here, doll. don't even think about getting out of bed, you hear!” you nod, eyes closing slowly as you sniff. “get some rest darling.”

you managed to get a few hours of rest, Minho taking liberty of you sleeping to rush to the store to get you some medication and food. once home, he noticed the three cats missing so he went looking for them.

his heart melting once he saw all three of them curled up by your feet or face, providing you some comfort and not wanting to leave you alone. he checked up on you, checking your temp before opening the bedroom window to allow some air to circulate.

he placed another painkiller on the side table along with some ice cold water for when you wake up.

at 5pm, you awoke. you feel just as shitty as you did in the morning. you grab some tissues, blowing your nose and taking the medication Minho left for you. deciding that you don't want to spend anymore time in bed, you shuffle out off bed before plopping yourself down on the sofa.

Minho walks to the living area upon hearing you, smiling sweetly to you. he wraps a blanket around your frame, the cats once again cuddling close to you

“hey baby. how are you feeling?” Minho kneels down beside the sofa, stroking your hair softly. you whimper softly.

“like shit.” Minho chuckles softly, kissing your forehead gently.

“im making some home made soup. should be easy enough for you to eat babe. after that, I'll help you take a bath and we can relax together.”

“no.” you weakly say.

“no?” Minho questions, head tilting to the side.

“dont wanna make you sick.” he chuckles softly, before kissing your temple tenderly.

“if I get sick from looking after you, then it's worth it in my eyes.”

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tobi-momo · 4 years ago

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Cuddling With Them While They Game PT 2

a/n: kasjsdhakdjs pls- when i got this req i sqealed srsly i love it ty for this :p

Type: Headcanons

Genre: Fluff, crack???

Warnings: none :)

i made a part one with bakugou, kirishima, and todoroki!

he doesnt usually play games but when he does he tries his best and its so cute🥺

feel like he has game rage, but its like him trying to smile through the pain and act like he isnt mad💀

HE PLAYS CONSOLE KASKDJSAKD BUT NOT LIKE THE BEANBAG LIKE KIRI ITS CONSOLE WHERE HES ON THE FLOOR RIGHT UP CLOSE TO HIS TV SITTING AT THE FOOT OF HIS BED

KASSDSKHGDAK THATS SO CUTE PLS-

so imagine: you walking in his dorm room, expecting him to be studying or working on his technique, but instead you find him on the floor in front of his bed, a blanket covering his head as he presses the buttons ruthelessly while he whispers little curses at himself starting to get mad

you closing the door got his attention, so he invited you to sit next to him, so you do

at first it was a little awkward bc he wasnt sharing the blanket (you cant convince me he isnt a blanket hog you cant) and his eyes were glued to the tv screen like he forgot you were there

you started to get tired, your head drooping on his shoulder- his body goes absolutely stiff- like- midoryia.exe has stopped working youre gonna have to wait for him to windows 8 reboot

once he finally looks at you and youre like this close to falling asleep he turns your body away rq to move the blanket off his shoulder so your head can rest on his actual shoulder and the blanket is around you too

he usually doesnt have his mic on at all, and if it is he usually doesnt talk unless hes going along w a joke? iykwim?

i feel like he plays games like call of duty and halo (he loves animal crossing and sucks at among us) but he doesnt like when he sees them actually die? like the gore and stuff? idk he just gives those vibes yk? i feel like hed feel really bad kaskjdshad hed get over it tho

i cant really see him play minecraft, tho, i mean unless youre playing w him, i dont think he would play it by himself unless he was like building a fucking castle for you or sum-

but ya you start to go to his room more when he games to hang out and every. single. time. you. fall. asleep. he isnt complaining tho he loves your sleeping face :p

when you sleep on him he usually wrapss an arm around you and when he can presses little butterfly kisses on the top of your head and takes his hand to rub your arm up and down oml kdajsd pls-

he plays both computer and console i just think he plays he console a bit more?

ok this is a lil soft and maybe a bit ooc but i like if you were to come in while hes playing games you would sit down between his legs, your back to his chest while he plays

he would either rest his head on whatever is behind him or he would rest it on your shoulder (if youre more on the taller side)

and okokok i feel like if you were curious ab how the game works he would def let you play for him for a sec, he would guide yu on what the buttons do and what your tasks are yk? (again w the soft shi im sorry kasjhsdfjf *cri*)

he would keep an arm around your waist while letting you play or he would rub your thigh (maybe both kasdjshd) while he watches you play

if you get a lil frustrated he would totally tease you ab it then tell you how to do it right oml

if you get tired he would take the controller from you and let you sit back on him chest, resting on him while he games

he might turn the volume down a lil, but i also think he doesnt care that much LMFAO

i feel like he would rub your side a lil its almost tickly but hes a lil more firm than that yk?

he would keep his curses at a minimum although he doesnt have that much game rage at all bc again, he doesnt care, but ppl are stupid so he might get frustrated sometimes

once you fall asleep and hes been playing for a while he might just leave the game hes in and carry you to bed and get in with you

i dont think hes much of a cuddler at all but a little bit of contact is ok w him

but then you start to shift and scoot towards him in your sleep

until you are either completely ontop of him or your head is in the crook of his neck and hes just sitting there like 😐😤😒

but he warms up to it bc he wuvs you (read: hes fucking whipped)

ao he lazily puts an arm around you and bears it for a couple more hours

but when yall wake up he finds himself literally clinging to you KASDJHSALKDJ

he. plays. computer. end of conversation

he got the wasd game iykwim😩 (ill shut the door on my way out)

he absolutely loves it when you come to sit on his lap while he just- he loves it sm

he plays all types of games (except overwatch. you will not catch this man playing overwatch pls-)

i feel like you wouldnt run into him playing games he would always play them once youre with him in the room

he wants you to be w him while he games, he wants you to watch him or just be there

youd be laying on his bed, hust doing whatever, scrolling on your phone while you hear him set up

you love to cuddle him- i just KNOW hes amazing at it

so when you hear him clicking away and see him sit down you stand up and walk to him

he doesnt even have t look at you before he opens himself up to you to sit on his lap

you watch him play (and his hands kasjlsdh) and sometimes you ask him questions ab it- hed be happy to walk you through it and explain

if you wanna play he'll let you play, teaching you everything ab the character and shit

he is the most patient person on earth i KNOW

he doesnt get game rage

he is literally so stoic- so calm i swear

he doesnt use his mic like at all

HE LOVES PLAYING WITH YOU

teasing to the max th- its cute tho he isnt being a meanie

loves playing among us and animal crossing (he def plays)

yall usually go to your island bc he likes it more kasdslahd

and when hes the imposter? hes like fucking corpse i swear

if youre sleep he's literally a perfect pillow, plus the sound of him breathing while he rubs your back is-

momo.exe has stopped working

HE PLAYS BOTH COMPUTER AND CONSOLE EQUALLY

he uses the mic constantly and is kinda loud- but you dont hate it

he laughs a lot, and gets some game rage but its pretty controlle, he just gets butthurt sometimes :/

when you walk into his room he is getting so into it like he doesnt even notice even notice you come in

he only notices your presence when when you put your hand on his shoulder- he literally jumps

when he plays console he's on his bed, just laying there chillin so when you walk in and say hi he is sooo happy youre there w him omg

he just loves you presence

i imagine you climbing into bed w him and he continues to play his game although he loves it when you touch him (not to sound sexual at all he genuienly loves your touch)

and you up to his side- he wraps an arm around you, telling you how he missed you how mych he loves you (ksadksjhaksd)

when you fall asleep he turns the volume down and probably tones down his voice, although sometimes he jolts bc of some kind of mess up

but he manages to keep you asleep on him until he gets tired too- turning everything off and just wrapping you in arms (he'd prolly end up on your chest ngl)

on the computer when he plays you hesitate o cuddle ONLY bc od how much he moves, like you arent gonna be there comfortable for a while but eventually he calms down

he just gets nervous- his heart starts to beat rapidly and his leg bounces (same kaskh) espECIALLY when you straddle him oml he BREAKS

but he eventually calms down so its more comfy

when you fall asleep he will constantly press kisses on your head omggg

so soft kasdjhksajf pls-

i feel like he plays longer when hes on the computer so he would prlly still be on there when you wake up- looking absolutely dead insode aksjdshadl but you convince him to go to bed, bribing him with a 'i'll go too'

hes literally whipped for you :)

~.~.~.~

hope yall enjoyed a part 2-

taglist: @combat-wombatus @toosharkinternet @alpha3113 @flattykawadoorusmilkbread @zerohawks @hitosushi @katsuhera (sry my tags are being weird)

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free-pool-trash · 4 years ago

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Okay, can I requests all free! boys (maybe add for albert and kaede too) with s/o who is youtuber (they s/o is pretty famous though) and what kinds of video would they like to do together. I love your writing and tq for it and don't forget to stay safe🥰🥰

Hey lovely! 💕 i love this request so imma pump it out rn (hey Free! queens haven’t seen yall in a while, how we doing? 😎)

Im just gonna do for style 5 + Albert and Kaede for now but let me know if you want the rest 😉

This is actually something I’ve thought about a lot so lets get into it 🤩

Did i proof read this? No ❤️

Haru:

He’s that boyfriend who supports you in everything you’re doing while simultaneously having absolutely no clue what you’re doing

For example; vlogging absolutely boggled his mind at first

“Who are you talking to?”

“Oh I’m just vlogging, do you wanna say hi?”

“Vlogging?”

“Yes, say hi.”

“BuT tO wHo?”

After a while he gets used to it though

“You’re vlogging? Hey guys.”

You have to beg him to be in videos otherwise he won’t do it

When he does though it’s usually a good old “How well do we know each other challenge” and sometimes you can even manage to rope him into one of those “picking each others clothes” videos

He’ll make appearances in vlogs though

Actually quite likes holding the camera

He ends up seeing fans in public and when they come up to him he’s like “👁👄👁 how do you know who i am?” But after the initial shock he’s really nice to them

Will facetime you so they can say hi

Absolutely 100% gains a fanbase of his own

All the comments under your videos with him are the funniest things ever with some gems such as:

“Haru really said 😐(😍🥰)😐”

“POV: ur the camera seeing Haru actually smiling ❤️👄❤️”

“#saveharu”

Makoto:

Supportive king!!!

Hands down your number one fan

He’s always offering to help you with your videos

Is always down with being in videos with you

His favourite thing is making videos like story times and doing gaming videos with you

Which are usually pretty chaotic and funny

The gaming videos provide your subs with a lot of cute y/n-makoto content

“Babe I suck at this”

“No you don’t, you’re the best” he says it really quietly while smashing buttons and taking his game very seriously

Vlogs are the best too, he talks to the camera like he’s on a FaceTime

“Oh! Hey guys, how are you all doing? I hope you’re doing good.”

Your fans love him

You’ve earned the “mom and dad” title

Since they love him so much you often let him take over daily vlogs

“Hey guys. Y/n isn’t feeling great today so you’re stuck with me!”

The comment section:

“Hi dad 🥺😭”

“Imagine having a boyfriend who loves u enough to literally do your job for you when you’re sick 😭😭😭😭”

“Whose gonna tell y/n that her boyfriend contemplated bringing home like 5 different cats 😳”

Everyone wants you to give him an e-boy transformation

You’re still trying to convince him

Rei:

I think he’d really enjoy doing videos with you

Not camera shy at all

The man has a lot to say

His partner has a beautiful online presence and he’s super proud of you!

He’d love making videos that have a little bit of competitiveness to them

Loves a challenge

Playing boyfriend tags with him is stressful af because he has the date of everything you’ve ever done memorised

Absolutely BODIES the swapping clothes for a day videos

He’s a really good sport and your fans really like him

“Rei looks better in a skirt than I do, you guys...”

“I simply can’t help my calf muscles, my love.”

Not great with vlogging

The comments you get:

“Rei when the vlog camera comes out in the mall 🙈 i do not see🙈”

“I wanna see them wear matching outfits 👀”

“Y/n please ask Rei to start up a studying channel 😭”

You actually rope him into making a study tips video with you

To be fair he does most of the talking and you just listen and look at him like 🤩🥰

He loves interacting with fans

He’s always liking and commenting on fan edits of you on Instagram

Nagisa:

Jenna and Julien. Jenna and Julien. Jenna and Julien. Jenna and Julien.

Most chaotic baby on camera

Craft! Videos!

Also chaotic challenges

King of gaming videos

He also is willing to let you put make up on him

“Nagisa, I’m begging you, please sit still.”

Absolutely does not sit still but gives you a lil kiss

He’s so sweet on and off camera

Most of your vlog content is just him doing golden retriever boy stuff

Your audience adore him

Videos come up in your suggestions and they’re all like, “Nagisa being chaotic for ten minutes straight”, “Y/n trying to get Nagisa to pay attention for 4 minutes.”

He gets so excited when your doing videos together, “Yeah guys, this is actually my channel now. I’m taking it over.”

“No he isn’t.”

“Yes I am. Sorry babe but you’re fired.”

Mr. Steal your channel

Rin:

😍😍😍 am i right?

First of all; he’s such a heart throb

Your fans are obsessed with him

He always wants you to work out with him so you decide to get some content out of it

Video gems like “Eating like my olympian Boyfriend for a week”

“RinRin, how the fuck are you even still alive?”

“It’s a salad, Y/n, not a bowl of air.”

“Who the fuck orders a salad at a restaurant, Rin?”

“I’m so sorry that you guys have to hear this profanity.” He says to the camera as if he doesn’t swear every five seconds

Those are usually the types of videos you guys make together

The comments you guys get when he’s feeling lovey in a video

“Oh to be Y/n 😓”

“Alexa, play sweater weather by the neighbourhood”

“The way he looks at her. Im in pain.”

“If they ever break up, i want you to put me down.”

Vlogging at the movies is hilarious because 99% of the time when you come out he’s crying

“Guys please stop telling Rin to take his shirt off on camera, he literally can’t say no and it’s distracting.”

Rin swimming content is highly requested

And what can you say? You give the people what they want 😌✨

Albert:

He’s into it

Once the camera comes on, this man becomes a comedic legend

“Hey guys, today we’re uh, doing something. I’m gonna be honest I don’t know, I didn’t ask. My girlfriend pulls out the camera and I do what I’m told.”

“We’re going to give you different aesthetics.”

He’s like 🤗 “oh okay go for it”

Very complient

He’s down for absolutely anything

“Content is content baby”

Sometimes he just comes into your video room and hijacks your videos

“Thought I’d pop in and say hi”

And by pop in and say hi he actually means sit beside you and look at the camera like he’s on The Office

Oh my god do the fans love this man

He trolls them

He sees comments like, “Y/n is so cute! 😍” and he’s like, “That’s why she has a boyfriend.”

They love him though and if he sees them out in public he’s super sweet

Kaede:

(Im ngl this dude kinda scares me)

Probably has to be coaxed into making videos with you

I get the impression that this man is cocky on camera

Did someone say ✨pda✨

“K, I’m making a video”

“So?”

Doesn’t really interact with fans

Or pay too much attention when he’s actually filming with you

He doesn’t really care but he does it because it makes you happy

He’s more responsive when it comes to vlogs

“I’ve convinced y/n to come to the pool with me, she doesn’t swim but she looks hot in a swimsuit. Not as good as I do, but still.”

You have to cut a lot of the stuff he says out of videos

He makes so many innuendos

✨comments✨:

“It’s the way Kaede doesn’t care about literally anything for me 🙈”

“Someone please check on Y/n, she’s TIRED 😩😓.”

#free x reader #haruka nanese x reader #makoto tachibana x reader #rin matsuoka x reader #rei ryugazaki x reader #nagisa hazuki x reader #albert free!#kaede free!

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eberles · 4 years ago

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Million Reasons

Tyler Seguin

Request: OK I GOT IT I GOT THE SONG IM READY FOR THE ANGST AND FLUFF AND YES *clears throat* Million Reasons by lady Gaga with Seggy 🥺

A/N: umm this is pretty sad ngl, you can blame katie tho for requesting it!! i hope you guys like angst, there is a lil fluffy tho! :) this is based of Million Reasons by Lady Gaga, feel free to listen while you read. i love feedback, so tell me what you think! :)

Warnings: angst, mentions of toxic relationship

I’ve got a hundred million reasons to walk away, but baby, I just need one good one to stay...

“Tyler, where are you? Call me back, you’re late...Again.” That was your 5th time calling Tyler in the last hour. He promised he would be home early today so he could have dinner with your parents. It would’ve been fine if he missed it, except your parents are hardly ever in town and they wanted to see you and Tyler together since they never got the opportunity. This was important to you and he knew that. After another hour of waiting at home for him, you decided you weren’t going to be late to meet your parents at the restaurant.

“Hi guy, I missed you!” you greeted your parents, walking into the restaurant and seeing they already had a table. They stood up so you could give hugs and you were hoping they wouldn’t bring up that Tyler wasn’t with you. But you weren’t that lucky.

“Where is Tyler? Wasn’t he supposed to be with you?” you asked, looking behind you when she pulled away from your hug, sitting down when she didn’t see him.

“Yes, i’m sorry, he wanted to be here, but he got caught up with work stuff.” you lied, feeling guilty. This wasn’t the first time he’s missed dinner with your parents and you hated lying to them about it, but you couldn’t bear the thought of them having any negative thoughts on Tyler. You parents nodded, and you weren’t sure they entirely believed you this time.

Dinner went well and you made more plans with your parents to show them some famous Dallas sights tomorrow. By the time you got home you were exhausted, wanting to just curl up in bed and sleep. However, when you walked into your house, you were met with Tyler sitting in the living room watching tv.

“Hey babe.” Tyler looked away from the tv quickly, to greet you as you walked in the door, missing the shocked expression you had on your face.

“Did you not get my 5 missed calls earlier or did you just not care?” you asked, your tone of voice giving away how frustrated you were with your boyfriend.

“Ugh. Can we not do this right now? I’m tired and I just wanted one day where I didn't have to answer to you.” Tyler shook his head as he spoke and he could tell he was snippy. Although, you weren't sure what he had to be upset about.

“Are you kidding me? We had plans with my parents tonight! You completely blew me off, do you know how embarrassing that is?” He hasn’t removed his gaze from the tv in front of him so you marched over and stood in between the tv and him, waving your arms around waiting for an answer.

“Oh shit. I’m sorry, I forgot.” Tyler shrugged, not even pretending to care. If you weren’t so tired from the day you had, you could’ve argued with you more, but at this point it didn’t seem worth it. Scoffing, you walked away, going up to your bedroom, making sure to lock the door behind you, not wanting to spend the night in the same bed with him.

When you woke up the next morning, you were surprised to open your bedroom door to see Tyler sleeping on the floor outside of it. Your heart leaped at the thought he might’ve cared enough to see if you were okay last night.

“Tyler, babe, wake up.” you said gently, leaning down next to him to rub his shoulder, hoping to wake him up without scaring him.

“Y/N, i’m sorry about last night! I’m an ass, I know that. I shouldn’t have forgotten about dinner and I shouldn’t have jumped down your throat when you said you tried to call me.” you helped Tyler up from the ground and he wrapped his arms around you, giving you a tight hug. You let him hug you, resting your face in his neck, breathing in his scent, missing him being close to you. “I’m gonna make it up to you today, we can do whatever you want, okay?”

“I’m supposed to show my parents around Dallas today, but i’m sure they would love it if you joined in.” you said excitedly, hoping to show your parents that Tyler truly does care.

“I would love that, baby.” Tyler’s words were genuine and you kissed him before pulling him down to the kitchen to make you breakfast.

I’ve got a hundred million reasons to walk away…

“Tyler? Are you even listening?” you were growing impatient after putting together a nice dinner for the two of you and your boyfriend of two years couldn't even bother to pick his head up from his phone. You were supposed to be celebrating your anniversary tonight and originally Tyler told you he would take you to the new Italian place that opened up downtown. Unfortunately, this morning Tyler told you something came up and he would have to cancel your reservations, so you offered to cook at home instead for a later dinner.

“Yea I heard you, babe.” Tyler finally spoke up, not looking up from his phone that had been dinging constantly since he got hime half an hour ago. You stood up grabbing your half eaten plate along with his and started cleaning up the dinner. Tyler picked up his head, feeling your presence moving around, “I wasn’t done.”

“Well, I am.” you mumbled, putting his plate back in front of him, “Happy anniversary.” you mumbled, rolling your eyes, walking out of the dining room and into your shared bedroom for the night.

But baby, I just need one good one to stay…

It’s been three weeks since Tyler has left for a few string of games out of state and he was finally coming home. You were missing him a lot this trip and he called you everyday to check in. It felt like things were going back to how they used to be and you couldn’t be more happy. Your boss told you to leave work early today since there wasn’t much left to do, so that’s exactly what you did. You got home, opening the door, frowning when you weren’t greeted by the dogs, like you usually were. Walking further into the house, you noticed some candles lit around your apartment accompanied by flower petals, you were confused until you saw him come into view.

“Surprise, baby.” Tyler smirked, watching you look around the room, clearly confused by him being home a day early.

“What are you doing here?” you cried out, walking closer to Tyler letting him take you into his arms, letting you finally relax your shoulders, immediately feeling comfort in his embrace.

“I missed you too much to wait until tomorrow.” He kissed your forehead, and you pulled away to kiss him properly. You looked around the room again, feeling your eyes welling up with tears in awe at how thoughtful he really could be. He cares.

I bow down to pray, I try to make the worst seem better...

It started out good, amazing even. The first year of your relationship was amazing, you couldn’t recall one fight or bad memory you had with Tyler within the first year of your relationship. Unfortunately, it went downhill after that. Starting with small stuff like missing out on important dinners with your family and progressing to missed birthdays and anniversaries. Let’s not forget the attachment he has to his phone, of course everyone is a little attached, but Tyler was different. You couldn’t help but notice how it was always going off or how he moved into different rooms to answer phone calls. You were exhausted and always giving him the benefit of the doubt. Always defending him. Always making the same excuses for him. Always lying for him.

You’ve battled with your friends and family about how Tyler was worth staying for. They all hoped one day you would realize what was right in front of you and do something about it. But you knew deep down. You convinced yourself the one reason was always enough compared to the millions reasons, you never let yourself admit how wrong it was. It was toxic, you knew it, hell even he knew it.

He told you how much he cared and loved you, but even if he did mean those words or anything he told you. It was always going to be hard to fathom which parts you could even believe. Tyler gave you about a million reasons to leave him. But he always gave you one reason to stay.

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tagging some hockey peeps: @fav-imagines @stargazingstarkey @jmaybanks @brock-mcginny @bookoftenderthoughts @stfukie

#tyler seguin #tyler seguin imagine #tyler seguin imagines #dallas stars #nhl writing

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whaleofatjme1920 · 3 years ago

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Gmorn elsie! How are ya?

Things aren't going so great round here, just some arguments with my mom, but im sure it would be resolved soon, did ruin my mood tho

Will be writing the road trip headcanons soon! Does this count as a collaboration lmao? Also how many tags can you put in a post?

Awh I'm really sorry to hear that. I got into an argument earlier with my dad too. It happens. Just give them some space to cool off, and yourself as well. I'm sure the rest of your day will be just fine, but if it's not, that's totally okay.

Y'know ngl sometimes it's tiring being the only person writing-- I'd count it as a collaboration depending. I don't actually know how many tags you can put in a post but I get away with a stupid amount sometimes. I would say though, only tag what's necessary. If it was for like, 2-3 characters I'd say tag it all but because it's going to be a bit bigger, tag what's necessary.

#just chatting #this blog’s biggest simp #lynx time

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bisexualsforprompto · 5 years ago

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A Ladybug’s Revenge

This will most likely be a one shot.

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If Marinette had the words to describe the intense hate she felt when he walked into the room she would.

She might say that everytime he spoke to her, the acid dripping from his vile words made her dig her nails into her skin and grit her teeth.

Maybe she’d say that when he blamed her for something, not being on his moral compass it made her pray for release.

Or she could say that the very way he held himself, the very way he stayed out of conversations made him look timid, but how could a timid coward of a pacifist make her feel like she wanted to throw up and shove him out of a window at the same time?

Everything she felt about Adrien Agreste made her feel so contradictory. She wanted him dead but at the same time she wished she was dead.

She wished she was dead so that she could show him that lies did hurt, that lies could kill.

She wished he was dead because everytime he stared at her and smiled she felt boiling hot rage course through her veins. Every single muscle tensed. Yet he didn’t care what he did to her, he only cared about his own selfish ideas.

Adrien might’ve preached taking the high road but he was a hypocrite, as low as they could get. He said he didn’t want Lila to be akumatized.

Marinette thought it admirable at first.

Then she found out.

As guardian Marinette had to know who Chat Noir was, so she asked Tikki for his identity. She couldn’t say she was surprised, but everything had truly clicked the moment she saw the blonde the next day.

He didn’t want Lila akumatized, he didn’t want her lies exposed, because he didn’t want to deal with the backlash.

Lila was a formidable foe, so by handing her every battle and all her enemies heads on a silver platter Adrien was able to keep himself from having to work too hard.

Because god forbid the model had to work for once in his life.

Marinette had seriously considered ending it all. One could say out of sheer spite. She wanted to see the look on his face when he found out she took her own life because of him. A beautiful revenge and it would ruin his life.

No more Ladybug to love, no more Marinette to be his friend, and a gigantic mess for him to solve...because Marinette would tell the class every single thing before she died.

She had written the letter outlining all the lies and giving all the evidence, she written every little thing her classmates did to her, she made sure Adrien had the longest section.

Harassing her when Marinette was Ladybug and standing idly by at her suffering when she was Marinette.

The letter had ended being almost five pages.

But Marinette burned it. She wasn’t taking her life.

For one, she wasn’t the problem and two, if she were dead she would never see the look on Adrien’s face or anyone’s for that matter when the truth came out.

She still had many who stood beside her.

She had her parents, she had Kagami, Alya and Luka, and she had the kwamis.

She had a duty to protect the people she loved, the city she loved, even if there were those in it who she didn’t.

But most of all she had a plan.

The night she decided to put her plan into action she told her parents everything. Ladybug, the Lila situation, everything that Adrien, Chat Noir, had done.

Tom was furious and Sabine was even more so. Marinette had called Kagami, Luka and Alya to her house. The six of them, plus the kwamis when Marinette introduced the miracle box were ready to work.

Marinette knew since Adrien was Chat Noir he couldn’t be Hawkmoth, but after consulting the kwamis Gabriel Agreste was back on the table.

Her parents, Luka, Kagami, Alya and she mapped out every akuma occurrence, besides the Collector incident he was nowhere to be found every single time. They scoured every single footage from attacks, no Gabriel.

Until they found traffic camera footage, apparently Kagami had picked up hacking as a hobby when she wasn’t busy with fencing. It was foolish for Gabriel Agreste to mutter to himself after the Animistro was defeated, they heard every word. And that was all the confirmation Marinette needed.

Kagami had wielded the mouse miraculous, Luka the snake, and Sabine the turtle. Kagami had hacked into the Agreste’s security feed so Tom was there lookout. Alya waited on a rooftop nearby the Agreste mansion waiting for her task, the most important one.

In the dead of night the four miraculous wielders snuck into the Agreste manor.

They found Gabriel Agreste sleeping, hunched over in his office. Luka activated his second chance and Kagami used her multitude.

The small Kagami mice had run over to Gabriel on his desk and took his brooch off him without alerting the man.

At the same time Marinette and Sabine had gone upstairs to Adrien’s room.

Ladybug pulled off his ring in his slumber and right after it was fully in her grasp Adrien woke up.

Sabrine used her shelter around the boy, creating a force field he couldn’t get out of.

“Adrien Agreste, I hereby relinquish you of the black cat miraculous, and deem you unfit to ever wield any miraculous again.” Marinette spoke steadily as Adrien banged against the protection around him.

Marinette grabbed her mother and swung her yo-yo out of Adrien’s window. She dropped in front of the manor in a Spider-Man like fashion. Kagami and Luka ran outside to her.

“It took a few second chances but-“

Kagami shoved Hawkmoth’s miraculous to Marinette.

“Good. Now one last thing…” Marinette leaped onto a nearby building, the others following her soon after. They began working on the most important part of the plan…

Adrien Agreste couldn’t believe his eyes. In huge bold print on the Ladyblog read “Ladybug reveals identity after Hawkmoth’s defeat, watch the whole video to help Ladybug get justice.”

Adrien shakily pressed play, his lady had taken away his miraculous but maybe he could still make her his, the first step would be finding her identity.

“Hello Paris,” Ladybug begun with a stone cold look gracing her face, “You know me best as Ladybug, but underneath the mask I am not as strong.” The bluenette sucked in a breath, “I have been harassed by my ex partner Chat Noir and his civilian identity as well. In addition I have been a victim of relentless bullying at my school, this involves a liar, Adrien Agreste, yes the model, and the rest of my class. I am not telling you this so that you take matters into your own hands,” Ladybug said as she stared at the camera dead on. “I am telling you this because I need my class to know lies do hurt, you all know and trust me as Ladybug, but my civilian identity is considered to be a bully. I’m here to disprove that.” Ladybug sighed before whispering, “Spots off.” A blinding pink light surrounded her.

Adrien’s bugaboo was there no longer, Marinette Dupain-Cheng was staring in front of him. “I, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, was Ladybug. Revealing my identity was the only way to get everything to end. Some of you will be happy to know,” Marinette growled, “That you made me want to kill myself.” Adrien winced. “I wanted to die because of the people in Paris. But that doesn’t matter anymore.” Marinette gave a shy smile, “I am here to tell you that because Hawkmoth is defeated I will no longer be Paris’s saviour.”

Adrien gasped. Marinette was abandoning Paris? Didn’t she remember what he said about the high road?

“I have experienced physical torment and emotional abuse from school. The old Chat Noir was sexually harassing me on the job and to top it all off one man knew all about this and did absolutely nothing. The man who used to be Chat Noir, Adrien Agreste.

“Adrien, if you’re watching this I need you to know: I am not your Lady. I am not anybody’s. I also want you to know that if you try to find me you will not succeed. I am leaving France and nobody will ever see me again. I won’t tell you where I’m going, but I will tell you why...Adrien Agreste, Lila Rossi, Gabriel Agreste, and Caline Bustier, you are the reason that Ladybug will no longer stay in Paris.” Adrien’s eyes widened, it couldn’t be true…

“This is Ladybug, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, signing off. Bug out.”

The feed stopped. Adrien threw his phone on the ground, leaving it shattered as he stomped out of his room. He refused to believe it.

Gabriel Agreste had to admit he was bested, but there were two things Ladybug or Miss Dupain-Cheng forgot. One was the peacock miraculous that he had just fixed and the second was the crucial fact that he always got what he wanted. No matter what the cost.

Marinette stared out the window feeling her shoulders relax as the cab passed a dismal grey sign. She sighed and smiled, feeling a new beam of hope shine into her life. She read the sign and began to dream of her class’s faces when they watched the video, she then pushed it away, ready to start her new life,

“Welcome to Gotham.”

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Ngl, I have no idea what this was it was going somewhere and then my brain went FUCK IM TIRED, I am so sleep deprived and I wasn’t planning on writing anything this weekend but here we are posting this weird ass salt fic that I wrote in a night and am definitely going to regret tomorrow...YOLO.

(This wasn’t really Maribat but it was kind of I guess) Tag list:

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