#like I'm not letting my students drink monster

[queer-cosette]

Kids continue to be genuinely some of the funniest people on earth, I was teaching my theatre class and we were playing Park Bench where the point is to persuade the other person to get up off the 'bench', and. well.

Kid 1: My name is Karen!! Get me your manager!! Kid 2: No! Uno Reverse Card: Get me your manager!!

[joonipertree]

Sugar Daddy Boxer! Bakugo Katsuki x college student gn!reader

Tags: Age gap! Bakugo is 27, reader is 22. fluff, protective bakugo, attentive bakugo, he's a boxer because I said so <3

Bro i finished this with my wrist bandaged up. The things I'd do for my anime men.

Pt 2. Pt 3

Feel free to send in requests/prompts for this AU!

"Babydoll."

....

"Babydoll."

You finally hummed, unwrapping the woollen scarf that pillowed your face. It did an amazing job to keep you warm in the cold abyss of the early morning winter but was useless in your boyfriend's heated sports car.

You let yourself unfurl, letting the warmth melt you.

"Did you sleep properly?"

"Yeah." you said with a yawn, ready to turn your brain off again.

"I'm gonna ask you how many hours and you're telling me the truth."

You made eye contact with Katsuki, who still hadn't left the front of your building mind you, and reached out for your morning kisses.

"First, answer then kisses."

You whined and squirmed before huffing into stillness when you realised he was too mean to give into you.

"Six hours."

Katsuki's already furrowed eyebrows furrowed even more but he leaned forward to kiss your puckered lips. They were warm and firm and tasted like strawberry chapstick. And the hint of your cologne wafted through you, making you sigh into him.

Katsuki tugged your lower lip into his mouth, suckling on it before letting go and kissing the corner of your lips.

"We agreed on eight, baby."

"I was doing my homework, silly."

"Was this before or after your fanfiction reading time?"

You grinned, pawing at his chest as you leaned in for another chaste kiss.

"Look at you learning, old man. It was before."

Katsuki rolled his eyes, squeezing your thigh with his rough hand before finally deciding to start the car.

"Where do you wanna get breakfast from? You're not getting a coffee, by the way."

"Excuse m---"

"Nuh uh, little one." Katsuki looked at you with an eyebrow raise. "You didn't sleep as much as you should've and it already makes you jittery."

You crossed your arms and huffed, burying yourself deeper into the leather. And you knew that you'd just say something stupid and get yourself in even more trouble, so your mouth stayed shut. Katsuki didn't bother asking again, already knowing that there was a chocolate croissant and Acai bowl that had you hooked.

He made his way into the store quickly, your body not ready to get out to the fanged monster that the winter brought. And it meant you got the wonderful opportunity to see people actively stare at your boyfriend.

It didn't matter when he didn't even bother making eye contact, hands deep in his pockets and resting bitch face on. Two boys came up to him in an excited manner that wasn't fit for early morning. And while Bakugo scowled harder, he still had the courtesy to give them his autograph. You knew that if they weren't highschool students, he'd tell them to fuck off. Bakugo never became aggressive with kids.

Once the order was handed to him, he slipped the tip into the jar at the counter. And since the man never carried change, the barista's face had twisted into shell shock. But Bakugo didn't even acknowledge it and left the premises, making his way back to you.

You were handed the croissant and Acai bowl, nose filling with pleasant scents that warmed you even further into the seat. Katsuki took a sip of his black coffee before handing you your own cup.

"It's very much decaf but I know you like your caramel macchiato."

You squealed at the gesture, not surprised that he was soft for you, and leaned in to give a big wet smooch to his cheek. His smile was evident, even when he tried to keep it hidden.

"I need to stop spoiling you."

He never did.

By the time you'd finished your drink and croissant, your uni had come into view. And as always, some people eyed the Chevrolet Corvette that your boyfriend drove. black exterior glittering in the morning sun.

After a couple affectionate kisses littered across Bakugo's face and a very long kiss on the lips, you got out of your car in your sweats and puffer jacket.

Your friends were waiting by the entrance, having come at the same time, they greeted you while eyeing the car. They knew it belonged to your boyfriend but they never knew what your boyfriend even did to be sports car rich.

"Hello, my children," You muttered out, blinking slowly as you put your scarf over your nose.

"Hey, dude. How did your--" One of your friends began to talk to you while you all walked to class. But after a good fifteen steps, you heard someone call your name.

"Oi." The gruff voice filled your ears.

The three of you turned around and your friends had been left bamboozled.

Because lo and behold, Bakugo Katsuki had graced them with his presence.

The man just held up a green canvas bag, his finger being the only thing to hold the straps. You gasped and ran to grab it, making sure to check the contents as if afraid that you forgot to put your precious artwork before you left your apartment.

"Thank you thank you thank you, 'suki." You muttered, getting on your tippy toes to kiss his nose and mouth. You had to put your hand on rock hard muscle to stabilise yourself and the pressure didn't effect him one bit. He just cupped your face and deepened the kiss before placing one on your forehead.

"Stop being a dumbfuck and sleep on time. And show me what you made when I pick you up."

Bakugo started going back to his car, not caring for the stares your friends were throwing at him. They were chill, so he's heard. Katsuki was too anti social to get first hand experience.

"My guy."

When you turned, your guy friend had grabbed you by the shoulder and shook you vigorously.

"Your rich fucking boyfriend is a WBA fighter. Dude!"

"Yeah!! He's super cool right?"

"He's a fucking god but that's besides the point." Your friend looked more and more erratic.

"Yeah and that god is giving you a death glare. Better get your hands off them, bro. You've seen the amount of blood his opponents lose." Your other friend interjected, already pulling him off of you. He looked pale.

You turned and saw Katsuki stand like a statue, hands in his pockets and eyes hardened. His teeth were gritted which worried you since he already had a bad jaw. Students were swerving away like two rivers, his body like a jagged mountain in the middle.

Your double thumbs up and wide grin was the only thing that broke him out of his stance, shoulders relaxing and jaw releasing from its hold. Katsuki scanned the two men for a few more seconds before he turned and left with a wave of his hand.

"Fuck, I don't think I'll be able to breathe properly all day."

You turned with a skip in your step, happy to have seen your boyfriend for a few extra seconds in the morning.

"He's like a doberman. Such a cutie pie."

"I feel like that's an accurate description considering he would bite our heads off but only let you pet him."

"I see no cuteness in that man."

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 92 (Conrad's First Love)

cw: Conrad getting pretty spicy 🌶️🌶️🌶️ and not with Heather; references to human and drug trafficking (not depicted).

Follows the events of this post.

As she passed him to put away her gloves, a stunning redhead at Pappy Murphy's Boxing Gym caught Conrad's eye. Though he'd been deep in another bout of anger and self-pity over the death of his mother years earlier, he stopped his workout. Every inch of his being compelled him to talk to her.

She turned with a smile before he could stammer a single word. "Hi, handsome. Did you want a better look?"

He nervously introduced himself and she told him her name. "Ximena." The word floated from her lips like a song. He was instantly smitten.

"Ximena, could I buy you a drink?"

They spent the day in a local pub. He told her everything about his mother's death and his distance from his father in the years since. She listened, but she had a lot less to say about herself. "I live here with my brother. I'm a student, and I'm the only caretaker he has. Our parents aren't around anymore, and it's been just Rafa and me for years."

He could hear an accent when she spoke, and most people in Britechester weren't locals, so he made an assumption. "How long since you moved from Selvadorada?"

Surprised by his guess, she turned defensive. "I don't talk about Selva."

He liked her too much to press and push her away, so they spent the rest of the day flirting and discussing their interests until Ximena invited him back to her place. "You make me laugh, Conrad Gordon. My brother's still at school and I want to get to know you better without all this noise. I hate the music they play in here."

Once Conrad followed her out of the bar and back to the small home she shared with her kid brother, Rafa, he started following her everywhere.

He lost his virginity to her a week after they met. That night, she told him why she left Selvadorada.

"I was going to die or they were going to kill me. I wouldn't let them sell me to anyone anymore, so I made a plan and left with my brother in the middle of the night to come here."

She showed him the scars left by the cartel, and a resolve to keep her safe coloured his already steadfast affection. He let her cut his hair when she said she wanted to show him how freeing it felt to change his look. "It's nice not to recognize the person in the mirror, sometimes," she said.

She told him she was a student, often meeting him at Larry's Lagoon to study but usually distracting him into other activities. One afternoon, she introduced him to an old friend, Jimmy Stefano. "Can you help him out around campus? You're in the same major."

Something about Jimmy Stefano rubbed Conrad the wrong way, but he assumed it was jealousy. Despite this, he would already do anything for Ximena and agreed to take Jimmy under his wing.

He called his father to say he planned to stay at school for Spring Break. "Sorry, I know I said I'd come home to see you."

Stephen Gordon laughed him off, but masked slight disappointment. He had no idea whether his son was flourishing or floundering at college, unsure how he'd been coping so far from home. "Don't worry, son. I'm just glad you sound happy. You're making me and your mother proud."

He skipped classes to spend time with Ximena, but made no mention of this to his father, of course. He spent time with Rafa when Ximena said she had late-night classes, taking him to the park to play pirate captain versus sea monster, and talking endlessly with him about video games.

Rafa wanted to become a pirate captain in Sulani or a game tester in San Myshuno. He had almost no memory of life in Selva before his sister left, but he knew it was "the bad place." He liked spending time with Conrad because he said his sister was too strict. "She just loves you," Conrad assured him. "Parents have to set rules, and she can't just be your sister. She has to care for you like a parent, too."

He realized then how important it was to be a model for Rafa, who needed guidance as much as anyone his age. Conrad had always had his father, but who did Rafa have besides Ximena?

Conrad discovered how she paid for an entire house for her and her brother by accident, stumbling on an argument between her and Jimmy Stefano near the campus fountain. "The deal was thirty pounds for three grand."

"They said if I didn't have five grand they'd only give me fifteen. They had guns, Ximena."

"They all have guns! Knives, too. Get your own and figure out how to use it. Watcher, please, don't screw this deal up for me, Jimmy."

"Who has guns?"

"The cartel," said Jimmy, so nonchalant, yet it still hit Conrad like a missile. His stomach turned as he read Ximena's expression. Every lie she'd told him unravelled with a look.

"Are you really a student here, Ximena?"

"No. They're my customers."

He'd had his suspicions, but he'd always told himself he was wrong. Ximena was supposed to be perfect. Hoping against hope, he still tried to play the fool. "What do you mean?"

She dragged him back home to tell him the truth - how she'd bargained with the cartel to escape a life of servitude to the men who ran product all over Simlandia. She refused to serve them, but her way out was to join them instead.

Conrad was angry, but he couldn't stay mad at her for long. As they lay in bed that night, she asked, "Are you going to break up with me because of what I do?"

"Not a chance. I love you."

"I love you, too." She smiled, resting her head on his chest as he ran a hand through her newly blonde hair. "You look nice without glasses, Conrad."

"You already gave me a haircut, Xime. You don't like glasses?"

"Conrad, you're very sexy. But you hide it and it's silly."

"If you're going to give me a makeover, what should I get you?"

"Are you asking me?"

"Ximena, I want to give you everything you could ever want."

She blushed. "I want you, Conrad. But since I already have you, maybe...jewelry? Like a ring."

"You don't wear any rings."

"Because none are special enough, Conrad."

He smiled. "Alright, that's one idea. But say I wanted to surprise you, what else did you want?"

"You could join me running product for the cartel. Our lives would be made, and we'd always be together."

"I don't want to run product for the cartel, Ximena. But I'm not going anywhere. I'll always be there for you. Rafa, too."

"Right, but what if I go? Rafa loves you, Conrad, almost as much as me. But what if the cartel moved me somewhere else? Would you come with me? Maybe you could be, like, my security. No running, just keeping me safe. Always with me and Rafa."

He'd do anything to protect her, but he didn't answer her that day, refocusing on his studies until he returned to San Myshuno at the end of the semester.

He'd missed his father more than he expected, and they went for walks in warm sunshine by the Spice Market. They talked about school, and Conrad talked about Ximena - leaving out details of her career and focusing instead on her relationship with her brother. Conrad rarely asked his father about work, but Stephen hinted he was inching closer to retirement. "Chester's daughter Nancy is ready to take over the company, but Chester's not quite ready to retire. I think she's plotting a coup, but you didn't hear that from me."

"What happens to you if she pushes out her own father?"

"Hopefully, a retirement package. Chester may not be ready, but I think I am."

On one of their walks, they passed a jewelry store, and Conrad made a beeline for the ring counter. A confident salesman smiled as the Gordon men walked inside. "Welcome. What are we shopping for today?"

"I'm just looking," Conrad said. "What rings do you have?"

The salesman beamed. "Are we thinking of an engagement?"

Stephen eyed his son carefully, but Conrad shook his head. "Not right now. Just like, for an accessory."

"I don't know, son. A ring says you're ready for forever."

Conrad took his father's words to heart, considering what forever with Ximena might look like. He wanted to be with her, but he wasn't ready for a ring. He left that day with a nice bracelet for her, instead.

"Even leaving with a bracelet as nice as that one...she must mean something. I'd love to meet her."

Conrad nodded. "She might be able to visit this summer, if she's not too busy with work," he said.

Stephen smiled and the Gordon men continued their walk, strengthening the bond nearly severed by grief before Conrad returned to Britechester for another semester. ->

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NOT FUN FACT: Conrad got crab lice from Ximena when they slept together for the first time, which is gross but also fitting I guess. And yet I didn't make it canon because it didn't quite fit the vibe. Plus, he wasn't supposed to find out that early on that Ximena was problematic.

WCIF Poses Used? Various from packs Old Souls Love Differently by @simmireen (when Ximena is blonde), Our First Time by @eclypt0sims (redhead), The Kiss by @simmerberlin (black hair) and Nights Like These by @sakurasims-world (also redhead).

WCIF Jewelry Store? Jewelry Store by Guinifere on the Sims 4 Gallery. Very elegant interior and comes with crafting tables, a vault, charging stations - very nice lot! Needs dressing up with completed jewelry on the counters and in displays to look really spectacular (and I of course went the lazy route), but I wouldn't if I was playing a retail career, and this is a great lot for someone who wants to be a jeweler!

[byeoltoyuki]

✧memories of us ✧ drunk in love

↳ Pairing: Jisung x Reader

❧ Genre : romance / smut /fluff / 1st love to strangers to lovers

❧ Summary: Sometimes memories are just that. Memories.

❧ Warnings: alcohol / oral (f)/ first time

A series of drabbles about you and Jisung, about your love and your heartbreak and a second chance.

❧ A/N: Hi guys! I'm not dead! I know I'm wayyyy behind the schedules (story of my life). I wish I could say I'd be more active but life got busy and I'm soon going on a 2 weeks trip so hopefully, I'd be able to write some more before leaving and schedule the updates. In the meantime, here an update that is long overdue.

Likes and reblogs are appreciated ♥

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You regretted saying yes the moment you stepped inside the house where the party was going on. Apparently, since it became legal for all of you to be drinking and smoking, students decided to go crazy and absolutely wild, after all you were all about to leave for college. It was a good reason enough to party. The place was turned into a full night club and smelled of smoke and alcohol.

The urge to turn around and go back home was strong but you couldn’t. Yunji’s wrath was something you witnessed only once and you promised to yourself that you would do anything not to anger her.

“There you are!” Yunji appeared out of thin air with two drinks and she handed you one. “Did you know that this miserable Minho had some hidden skills?”

You snorted at the description. Really, Yunji kept pretending being annoyed with the man and yet you couldn’t not see how she glanced over her shoulder to look at the said man. “Such as?”

She quickly averted her eyes and raised her glass. “He makes amazing cocktails.”

You took a sip of your cocktail and had to admit that Yunji was right. A perfect mix of peach and vodka and something else; it was perfect. You hummed in satisfaction and looped your arm through her. “I still can’t believe you convinced me to attend the party.”

Yunji flipped her hair playfully. “I’m that convincing, I know.” Then she glanced at you, her gaze softened. “I know you’re not in your element right now, but enjoy the party nevertheless. Maybe it’s the right opportunity for you to get closer to Jisung.” 

If only.

***

If there was someone who seemed to be enjoying the party to the fullest it was Jisung. You found him among the familiar faces, laughing loudly, talking to different people and looking awfully close to a brunette. You tried to ignore the jealous monster lurking under your skin, but more you observed them from afar, and angrier you got. Maybe you were angry because Jisung looked incredibly good tonight with leather pants, a black t-shirt and with a freaking choker. Maybe you were angry because he let the pretty brunette lean closer to him, being too touchy for your liking. But maybe it was also because of the two cocktails you had. Alcohol was obviously not your forte.

There wasn’t much you could do. You could either sulk in a corner while drinking or you could act on your desire. You looked down at your drink; no, there was no way you would let someone else steal him from you. Not so easily at least. You emptied your drink in one go, letting the alcohol burn your throat.

Fists clenched, you walked as confidently as you could manage. You didn’t hesitate, not even for a second as you grabbed Jisung’s arm and pulled him towards you. He yelped in surprise, eyes widening at the sight of you.

“Angel?” Obviously, he wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight.

You ignored his question. You glanced quickly at the brunette and smirked. “He’s mine.” And you claimed his lips, not caring that you weren’t alone, not caring that nobody knew about your very confusing relationship. Nothing mattered except for the feel of his lips against yours.

Jisung chuckled against your lips, amused with your frustration but he didn’t complain. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to him to deepen the kiss.

***

You pulled Jisung inside a room, not knowing whose room it was and honestly not caring much either. The only thing you wanted was to be alone with him. He let you lead him, chuckling on his way at your eagerness. 

“You are in so much trouble, mister!” You told him as you pointed an accusing finger.

“What’s up, angel?” Jisung asked despite already knowing what was wrong with you. He had to, you couldn’t believe he could be that oblivious after everything you had shared. “You look angry.”

You took a deep breath and clenched your fists. It was hard not to implode when he was being like this. Didn’t he see what was wrong? Or was he playing with you? Two could play this game. 

You unclenched your fists and looked at your pretty, bright red, painted nails. You tried to soothe your anger and look bored instead. “Oh I don’t know, Ji. Maybe I’m not amused seeing you with someone else.” You averted your eyes at him and scowled. “And here I thought we had a thing going on between us. Guess I was wrong.” 

Jisung had to give it to you; you almost sounded convincing with your feigned boredom. Sadly for you, he knew exactly how tensed and annoyed you were. He took a step towards you, hands tucked in his pockets, he was smirking. “Is someone jealous?” 

Your jaw twitched in annoyance. It would be so easy to admit just how badly you were jealous, but you kept your mouth shut and instead let him approach you. You quickly realized that it was a bad idea. The moment Jisung was close enough to you, you felt your resolution crumble. All you wanted was to wrap your arms around him and let him talk to you, let him reassure you.

Jisung gently grabbed your chin and tilted it up so you would look him in the eyes. His smirk turned into a genuine smile. “You do realize that you have no reason to be jealous, angel?”

“Sure about that?” Even to your ears, you sounded too bitter.

Jisung shook his head. He freed your chin only to let his thumb trace the shape of your lips. He was completely mesmerized with your lips, unable to look at anything else. You parted your lips and he didn’t hesitate to slip his thumb into your mouth. It was crazy and you were supposed to be angry at him, but all of that simply vanished the moment he started touching you. You couldn’t concentrate on anything else except for the feel of his thumb.

You bit on his thumb, the temptation just too strong.

“Fuck angel.” He groaned

Jisung couldn’t stop himself; he grabbed your face and claimed your mouth. The kiss was desperate, needy, pouring his feelings into the kiss. You melted against him as you clung to his shirt, bringing him even closer to you. You wanted to feel every inch of him. His lips parted and you didn’t hesitate as you deepened the kiss. The taste of him made you whimper desperately against his lips. You wanted him, all of him.

“Ji.” You whispered against his soft lips. “I need you.”

Jisung tensed but quickly recovered. He stroked your cheek, his gaze soft. “Are you sure?”

You gently pushed him from you, smiling at him. You had never been so sure about something in your life. You turned your back to him as you gathered your hair to one side to give him better access to the zipper.

Jisung inhaled sharply, understanding what you were asking for. He put his hands on your nape before slowly sliding and grabbing the zipper. Slowly, he started unzipping your dress but stopped midway to admire your exposed back – you groaned in response.

“Someone’s desperate.” He chuckled

“Am not!” But that was a lie and both of you knew it.

Jisung pressed his lips to your back. His lips covered every inch of your exposed back as he completely unzipped your dress. Your body responded instantly to his kisses; every place his lips touched was on fire.

You turned to face him, unable to look away from his beautiful eyes. Without breaking the eye contact, you pushed the dress and let it fall on the floor by your feet. Jisung’s breath hitched in his throat at the sight before him. You wore no bra under the dress which left you only in your panties. The urge to hide from his intense gaze was strong but you fought back. You wanted it. You wanted him to touch you. You grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bed.

“Y/N.” Jisung tug your hands. You glanced over your shoulder, almost surprised to hear him call you by your name instead of his favorite nickname for you. Your heart swelled with love at the sight of his worried frown. “Are you really sure about it?”

You pecked his lips in response and smiled. “More than sure.”

You climbed on the bed, getting comfortable before you spread your arms, inviting him to come and claim you.

Jisung stood by the bed, his eyes roaming over your body, memorizing every mole, every tiny scars on your body. He couldn’t deny that he wanted you desperately, his pants were getting more and more uncomfortable.

“Come on, Ji.” You pleaded

Jisung ruffled his hair in frustration. “Fuck it.” He grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head, throwing it across the room, before getting rid of the last piece of clothes.

You couldn’t avert your eyes from him even if you wanted. Jisung stood completely naked before you and looked confident and terribly beautiful. The urge to touch him and explore his body was impossible to ignore. But Jisung was faster. He joined you, body pressing against yours.

“You are so damn beautiful, I hope you know it.” He confessed and placed warm and wet kisses all over your neck, gently biting your skin. “I am so damn lucky, angel.”

And so were you, you thought as you pressed his head against you.

Jisung’s lips found yours once more. The kiss was no longer needy but gentle and sweet. He was taking his time, wanting you to feel all he felt for you, wanting to show you how much he cared.

“I’m going to take care of you, angel.” He promised. And you knew he would.

A soft moaned escaped your lips as his lips traveled down your skin. He made sure that no spot was left unkissed. He made sure that no spot was left unmarked. Jisung grabbed your panties and slowly took them off you. He took his sweet time, once more placing kisses all over your thighs, your knees.

You shivered, feeling even more exposed now. Exposed, yet terribly excited judging by how wet Jisung got you with just kisses. You would have been embarrassed any other time, but not tonight. Not when he was admiring your body with so much fondness and lust in his eyes.

“So fucking beautiful.” Jisung whispered more to himself than to you, as he gently spread your legs. “And mine.” 

Jisung came face to face with your pussy and gave it a lick to have a taste – you shuddered at the sensation. “Oh fuck.” He wanted to take it slow, to make you come on his tongue, around his fingers, but now that he had a taste, he wasn’t sure he could control himself. He dived in, unable to stop himself.

“Oh my god, Ji.” You moaned and grabbed the sheets, holding for your dear life as he feasted on you. You knew it would be good, you had spent hours in your bed, touching yourself, imagining it would be him, but the real thing was so much better.

Jisung ate you like a starved man, lips and tongue working, devouring you in a way that left you begging for more. You pushed your hips to feel more, needing more. With every flick of his tongue, your grip on the sheets got stronger and you wondered if in the moment of pure bliss, you would tear the sheets apart.

“You taste so good, angel.” Jisung growled against your flesh. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked. Hard.

You cried out loudly, unable to contain your voice. And who cared if someone heard you anyway? You wanted the whole world to know just how good Jisung made you feel. You wanted them to know that he was yours and only yours.

“Fuck, I can’t get enough.” Jisung confessed, completely gone.

“Ji, I think I’m going to come.” You managed to say, your legs shaking. And Jisung sucked only harder, making your toes curl and your stomach clench before finally you completely let go in a silent scream.

Jisung straightened his back and licked his lips. He hummed in satisfaction as he stared at you, grinning. “You, my sweet angel,” and he hovered over you, “Taste divine.” And he kissed you, letting you taste yourself. And fuck if you didn’t come a second time just from that.

Jisung pulled back, his hands back on your thighs as he spread you more for him. He guided his throbbing, hard cock to your pussy and brushed your folds. You gasped, your heart pounding hard inside your chest.

“Sure?” He asked again, trying to resist the urge to just pound into you.

You groaned and nudged him with your leg. “Jisung, I swear to god, just fuck me!”

“So bossy!” But he obliged. Finally. Slowly, he slipped inside you, inch by inch, trying not to hurt you. “Fuck, angel, you’re so tight.”

“Fu-uck.” You shut your eyes tightly, trying to relax, trying to take all of him inside you. But it was too much.

“Hey there,” Jisung peppered your face with kisses as he slid his hand between your bodies, reaching for your clit to distract you from the pain. “You’re doing so good, my little angel.”

Jisung gave you the time you needed to adjust. He watched your every wince, your every breath, waiting for the sign you were ready.

“Ji, you can move.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. From your tightness alone, he didn’t need if he could last and it took all of his willpower to stay still while being wrapped around your warmth. You felt just so damn good.

Jisung pulled out slightly and thrust back slowly, drawing a small moan from you. He did again and again, his thrusts gentle and controlled but you could tell from how shaky he was, it was hard for him.

You wrapped your arms tightly around him and pulled him into a wet kiss. “I can take it.”

“Y/N.”

“I promise.”

His next thrust made your eyes roll back in your head and clench around him. It felt just so good.

“Fuck, angel, don’t do that or I’m going to explode.” He begged, wanting it to last longer, wanting to feel more of your warmth.

As your body got accommodated to him, Jisung’s pace fastened, going deeper, reaching spots that made you arch your back, that made you beg for more and moan his name over and over again. Jisung was addictive, every part of him and you realized that you could never have enough.

“More, please, Ji, more.” You begged, meeting his thrusts.

“Fuck,” Jisung cursed as he felt you clench around him again. “I really won’t last.” But he refused to let go before he felt you come around his cock. Once more he reached your clit, rubbing it, drawing another loud cry from you. “Come for me, my sweet angel.”

And your body followed his command. Your stomach clenched hard one last time before everything exploded inside you in an uncontrollable wave. Your body convulsed under him, letting completely go as you screamed his name one last time.

“Just like that, good girl.” He praised you as he kept thrusting inside you, seeking his own release.

Jisung came with a low and long groan, collapsing on top of you. He couldn’t resist the urge to place some kisses on your chest, making you squirm under him which made him chuckle.

“Hey angel,” He started and moved to be inches from your face. “I hadn’t told you yet, but I love you.”

[no-psi-nan]

Haha no worries! It's downplayed a lot in the series because it's supposed to be a comedy, but when you start looking more closely at the stuff Kuniharu does, it paints a picture of a terrible father and a bad husband too.

It's been a topic on the blog several times, so I'm sure people can chime in with more evidence, but here's what's off the top of my head...

Raised Kusuke. Nuff said tbh lol.

Kuniharu calls Kusuo a monster multiple times and is almost certainly the reason why Kusuke and Kusuo himself believe that Kusuo is an inhuman freak. This attitude is certainly not coming from Kurumi, and nobody else knew about Kusuo's power. From the beginning of the series, Kusuo genuinely believes he's unable to connect with other human beings, and it's mostly because of this attitude inherited from his father.

Kuniharu is never seen attempting to prevent Kusuke from constantly picking fights with his brother, and only attempting to discipline Kusuo for behavior that Kuniharu considers disrespectful to him. This is mostly a fact by omission, but we do see him belittling Kusuke when the kid obviously already has an inferiority problem.

Kuniharu is one of the worst performers at his job and the first to be let go in the case of a crisis. When he loses his job, he's unable to find any others because his only real skill is shoe-licking. This was a parody chapter though so questionably canon. He's always running late for his job though and we see him trying to make a manga artist rip off Naruto, so honestly it makes sense that he's that bad at his job. The only time he's shown as slightly competent at his job was during a parody chapter too hsfjdlshfks.

However what's definitely canon is that he either doesn't make much money or mis-spends most of it. In an area where Nendo's mom, a single woman, and Satou's family, the exact average family, can afford to live, Kuniharu had to take out an 80 year mortgage to pay for a similarly sized home. For context, most mortgages are for 30 years, 15 if you git gud. Btw, the house was literally a gift from Kusuke, Kuniharu insisted on paying out of manly pride or something. Sir, Kusuke is a freaking billionaire and this is like the only single no-strings-attached genuinely kind thing he's ever done hsfjdlshfks

Completely irresponsible with money: has a huge Valentine's day budget for his wife's gift ($3,000 iirc?) and then spends it all at the bar paying for his coworkers' drinks (the same guys who abuse him at his job and think he's garbage). He also spends huge amounts of money on his model figure collection, and has a whole room of gym equipment he never uses. As a result, Kusuo has a very small allowance and for some reason, his one favorite food (coffee jelly) is not included in the grocery list. Even though Kusuo canonically gets insane rock bottom prices for literally everything that gets bought in the household. How do you fuck up so badly financially that you can't buy your clinically depressed son the one (inexpensive!) thing that brings him joy??

By the way, Kuniharu started dating Kurumi when he was a college student and she was in high school. Kusuke was born like a year after they met, so you can do the math about how little time he spent before knocking her up 😬 They basically had a shotgun wedding. No wonder Kurumi's dad is NOT a fan of Kuniharu...

Literally one of the first chapters is Kuniharu and Kurumi domestic violence but make it funny. They're throwing furniture, Kuniharu is breaking the windows, Kurumi is yeeting her husband, and all this shit is over a single coffee jelly, which again, should be a normal part of the groceries for their household. They constantly bring their son into this drama too, which I'm sure is fantastic for his mental and emotional development btw.

There's a manga exclusive chapter that's a parody, so questionably canon, but in it Kuniharu physically attacks Kusuo multiple times over differences in opinion.

However, it IS canon that Kuniharu takes any opportunity to try to physically harm Kusuo. Ex. Hitting him in the massage episode and trying to step on him when he turns tiny.

Canon tries to redeem him a bit by showing moments where Kusuo is a baby and Kuniharu is trying really hard to make him smile because he wants his baby boy to be happy. Unfortunately that just makes it seem like he tried to be a good father for a bit when Kusuo was a baby, and then as soon as Kusuo's powers developed enough to make him miserable (the time when he needs the MOST familial support!), Kuniharu just gives up, and starts using Kusuo as his personal genie in a bottle. While also trying to fix his own fragile ego by attempting to establish dominance over his son. ????? Get therapy bro.

Canon also shows that Kuniharu's love points for Kusuo are the same as for his wife, however, not even Kuniharu believes that, as he tries to run away to evade it hsfjdlshfks. And even if he does love his son that much, he certainly doesn't show it in any meaningful way, because his literal MIND-READING SON doesn't know that. There are plenty of parents who truly love their kids and still abuse them like hell because they think that's the right thing to do (see Kaido's mom being overly strict because she wants to see him succeed in life), so the love points don't mean much imo.

Kuniharu does dole out a couple of pieces of wisdom (at Kusuo's wrong date birthday party and in the volcano arc) but that really doesn't make up for anything and even his wife thinks he's childish so... 🇫

Kuniharu is definitely funny as a character, and like I said, most of this requires digging into canon a little more, but once you start looking, it becomes clear that Kuniharu is just not a good person, father, or husband.

Like, I totally get that having a genius and a god as your kids would not be easy for any parent, but Kuniharu really doesn't try to make life better for either of his sons, preferring to get into petty squabbles with his wife and play video games/build models the rest of the time. I'm not saying dads can't have hobbies, but the only times we see him spending time with Kusuo is usually when he's begging for a favor, and he also clearly does zero housework whatsoever, so...

Anyways, I think Kurumi deserves a better husband and Kusuo deserves a better parent (or at least a break from being used as a magical favor vending machine lol) so I often joke on here that Kurumi should get a divorce and run polls about who she should marry instead and such!

Hope this helps! 👍🏾 Thanks for the question!

[thewritingofspencerrose]

How To Get The Girl

Oscar Piastri x Zak Brown Daughter OC

"I don't even know what I'm supposed to say to her," Oscar mumbles, looking between the men that had become like brothers to him on the grid. "I mean she's a beauty, and even more than that she's brilliant. Zak was telling me how she-"

"Is a 4.0 student studying elementary education blah blah blah," Lando cuts him off, having been standing with their boss as well when he was bragging about his daughter. "Mate, you just have to pulling it together and ask her out. Buy her a rose or compliment her clothes or something," He suggests, earning a shake of the head from the Dutchman and American beside them.

"Dude, just tell her that you find her hot," Is Logan's suggestions, one that has none of the drivers questioning why he remains one of the few drivers to be single.

"Or, you could compliment her intelligence. Women always love when you compliment their brains instead of their looks," Max offers as his attempt to help, not having a ton of advice for the kid given he wasn't entirely sure how he managed to get Kelly to date him in the first place.

"Listen to Max, don't listen to Logan," The woman of the hour chimes, having approached the boys outside of the Mclaren garage without warning or detection. "Women don't want to feel like you only appreciate them for their bodies.

Lando, ever the wingman wraps his arm around Oscar's shoulders, chuckling. "You know, Oscar could use a bit more insider advice like that, do you have any spare time?"

"Spare time? I'm literally just here to smile and wave a Zak Brown's daughter," I can't help but remind, making the boys laugh. "But insider scoop? Do I know this girl, Osc?"

The Australian shakes his head no, but I can see the faint blush on his cheeks, and I can't help but feel deflated.

"Well, if you buy me a coffee I'll tell you the ins and outs of talking to women," I offer, Lo nodding on Osc's behalf.

"He'll buy you that coffee, we don't have our media panel till later anyways," Max is the one to offer a real answer, the older driver smiling down at me.

"You all are a suspicious bunch, you know that?"

"It's why they're never to be trusted," Oscar offers, making me laugh an him smile. "Are you available for a walk?"

Holding out my hand, I can't help but smile as I beckon him forward. "Come on Piastri, let's get you sorted before one of these goons teaches you how to peeve out a woman."

And he follows, the both of us waving goodbye to his now grumbling friends.

"I think you may have hurt their egos, they tend to think they're great with women," Osc jokes, not meeting my eyes.

"All three of those boys would make great boyfriends, they're sweet and caring beyond all else. But being a good boyfriend and being able to get girls are very different monsters," I offer, him bumping my side with his own.

"And what about me?"

"You Oscar Piastri, would make an amazing boyfriend," I assure. "And from the sounds of it, you may get the chance to prove me right soon, yeah?"

My heart twinges in pain, even the idea of him with someone else hurting. Of having to befriend her and stand with her in the garage and watch them be a couple making me uncomfortable.

But all I can do is smile, because he's my friend first.

"Oh, yeah," He mumbles, the words having an strong Australian hit that usual.

"So, tell me about her! What are her interests? The more I know, the better the advise I can give."

"Here, let's get coffees first and then I'll take all the wisdom you can give me, yeah?" Osc offers, but he's ducking off to the coffee cart to our left before I can even answer, simply trailing along after him as he greets the woman. "Could I please get a lemon tea and an iced coffee with oat milk and hazelnut flavoring?"

How does he know my coffee order?

He smiles down at me, eyes warm as he hands my drink over to me, his fingers brushing my own and him all together overwhelming my senses. His cologne, his smile, his eyes.

"How do you know what I get in my coffee?" I can't help but ask, his smile turning bashful.

"You order it ever time you're here and the team grabs breakfast, guess I just picked up on it," Is his answer with a shrug, acting as if its the most simple thing in the world.

But it means a lot.

"Whoever this girl is you're trying to ask out is a very lucky girl, Oscar Piastri," I compliment, his cheeks shading pink.

"Do you really think so?"

And I can't help the scoff that leaves my lips at his insinuation that it could be anything but the truth.

"Osc, you remembered my coffee order. You're sweet, you're smart, more than talented, and you have a big heart," is my justification, patting his chest.

"So, you think a girl would say yes if I asked her?" Is his next question, starting our movement away from the coffee spot and simply moving through the paddock.

"Without a doubt." I know I would.

"So if I asked you?"

"If you asked me what? For tips?" I joke, bumping him with my shoulder, but he's not laughing like I am.

"No, if I asked you out," He corrects, putting a hand out and taking my own. "I'm asking you out."

"I- what?"

"Maeve Brown, the girl I needed help asking out was you," He clarifies, eyes meeting mine as he smiles, clearly amused by confusion.

"You... like me?"

"Very much so yes," Osc nods, his hair falling into his face.

It makes me laugh, and that's not the reaction he was expecting based on his confused expression.

"You are the biggest idiot I've ever met, Piastri."

Now he just looks insulted. "Excuse me?"

"I have been interested in you since you were with Alpine and you needed my own advice to ask me out? To which I never even gave you because you just asked me out?" I explain, still chuckling at the once again bashful boy.

"I guess I just needed a boost in confidence," Is his shrugged response. "But if you've been into me that long, does that mean it's a yes?"

"You're an idiot," I repeat once more, leaning up to place a kiss to his lips. "But I'd be more than happy if you'd be my idiot."

[yanderemommabean]

A Neat Little Drabble

“Enjoying the smoke break?” 

A huffed laugh passes his lips as he looks over his shoulder “Yeah, but I know you. You’re about to lecture me about it. I get it doc, smokings killing me, but hey, it’s on my terms, that has to count for something” 

Lee sighs, leaning his elbows on the railing as he faces the building behind them, letting out an exhausted sigh. “Actually Zeke, I was going to tell you to indulge, as a treat, seeing as this new patient is a nightmare and a half” 

Zeke flicks his cigarette, humming in content. Doctor wasn’t wrong, todays been one giant heart palpitation. They’re lucky they know how to handle such a case otherwise some more blood might’ve been shed. “Oh? I get permission to have a bad habit now?” 

“Watch it. I'm still your superior here” Lee chides, turning to lean on the rail facing the same way as his coworker. “A little indulging will help you relax and lengthen your lifespan however, so another break would be fine with me. I myself need another thirty just to soak in everything about this one. Something is just so off, I can’t place my finger on it” 

Zeke flicks the butt of the cigarette to the ground, much to the ire of the doctor who shot him a look of disdain. “So- '' the second doctor begins, “We can agree he’s horrifying. He’s so easy to let your guard down around, at least for some, and that in of itself should be a worry, but honestly what sets me off about him is this look he gets in his eyes. That look that says he’ll risk everything because he has nothing to lose, you know?” 

“Yeah, but Jasper has that look all the time just from me telling him to leave the needle box alone. The eyes bother me too but not from that look. If I’d have to say, I’d say its a look I used to align with myself when I was younger”. 

Zeke cocks his head, intrigued. “What do you mean? I know you’re a bit stern but as far as I know you only raise your voice at that idiot redhead and drink tea to piss Dexter off. Those eyes are that of a killer and an unhinged beast…You’re nothing like that”. 

Lee wants to laugh at that. Poor thing has no idea how close to a monster he really is. But he likes this relationship, it’s normal and mutual, and he’d prefer to keep it that way. “That's sweet of you to say. It's rather odd hearing a compliment from you” he joked, facing down the buildings and roads beneath them from the balcony. No, the look in this patient's eyes was definitely a look he has had himself. A look that said he was going to kill, maim, maul and murder just to get what he desired. But not because he had nothing left to lose. 

It was because he had found what he had been searching for. Once a man like him has found his soulmate, he’s bound to do horrible things to keep them. Today when he was brought in, he was like a completely demonic being. Slipping out of the cuffs, hiding in plain sight, attacking when you least expected it. He wasn’t human, he couldn’t be. 

And if he is, it’s all the more unfathomable and terrifying. 

“I'm always nice to you” Zeke scoffs, nudging Lee playfully “We don't have to worry about much. We’re trained and capable of handling him. Hell, I’m sure it’ll be a breeze once the rest of the staff stops getting in the way and panicking. Most of those cuts and attacks were because they couldn’t quit screaming and losing their shit”. 

“Mind you that you weren’t helping by egging him on. I'd rather not see you get your knife out. I know you’re fond, but this is work, we come here to help, not to antagonize” Lee scolds, eyes turned to slits in annoyance. “You’re a great student and a great friend. I watched you at graduation. I don’t want to lose you because you too can’t keep urges at bay. That's the line that keeps us from becoming one of these patients” 

“That and half of them aren’t exactly human” 

“Yes, Jasper is an enigma” 

The two share a chuckle, Zeke flicking his lighter as he sighs. “Well, what do we call this newcomer? Didn’t exactly get the info since the pages were spattered in blood”. 

Ah, he seems to remember that the screaming wasn’t exactly that of the patient's identity. Just slashing, cackling, and terrified cries for help or aid. One would think the name of such a person would be similar to that of a beast of legend or Lucifer himself. 

Lee tilts his head up to better feel the wind on his face, shoulders hunched as he speaks bitterly. 

“Elias”. 

(Hi! I hope you beans enjoyed this little short! I might make more, but it depends on how my brain looks at the new character lol -Mommabean )

[fuck-you-upmusicbracket]

Be Nice To Me (The Front Bottoms)

I got boulders on my shoulders/Collar bones begin to crack/There is very little left of me and it's never coming back/There are certain things you ask of me/There are certain things I lack/The beginning, we were winning/Now we're just making up facts

"It's got a perfect mix of strained vocals, burned-out honors student vibes, and desperation to be heard and listened to for *once* when no one wanted to listen before. He's tired, and angry, and the fact that the title is just "Be Nice to Me" says a lot. The singer wants a break and for the world to be kind for a while and it's not intend on letting that happen. also roark pokemon vibes."

Sleep (My Chemical Romance)

A drink for the horror that I'm in/For the good guys and the bad guys/For the monsters that I've been/Three cheers for tyranny/Unapologetic apathy/'Cause there ain't no way that I'm coming back again

"OK THIS IS REALLY PERSONAL TO ME but I discovered this song during a Difficult Time Of My Life and I was dealing with suuuuuper bad insomnia. And I was having tons of nightmares when I DID sleep and was hallucinating almost constantly when I couldn't. So when I heard this song for the first time shit just clicked into place for me and it genuinely did help me sleep a bit better [and eventually I did get better & the hallucinations stopped!] but that intro, talking about night terrors, and the whole vibes through the song talking about The Horrors the character in the song is going through & just how hard shit is for them, like. Yeah relatable at the time HFHDJSDJ Also opening with pianos and then immediately going into guitars?? Amazing truly. 10/10. Not to mention the vocals it's all so mood"

Be Nice To Me submitted by @destinywillowleaf

[papayatori]

Stuck With Us SK2 x reader Haikyuu!!

TW!! Abuse, alcoholism, death

A new home, a new life, and one without my dad in it. I had pretty much moved on from it now, it's been a year, but how well does one move on from the loss of a parent? Especially when he was the one that cared about you the most. My dad was my rock, my foundation. He was there for me when mom had too much to drink, when she got antsy and violent. He stood up for me even in the darkest of times, and now I was in the darkest of times once again, except this time, there was no light to bring me out of it.

My mom, she was a good person on the outside, but once we were locked up in the house and hidden behind the curtains, she was a completely different animal, a monster even.

She had a nasty habit of trashing the place. The reeking smell of alcohol staining our footprint in the new neighborhood. Though, it wasn't like anyone was going to drop by anyways, not without my dad around. Sendai was much different from this city, Kurasuno. It was bustling, constantly busy, and if your neighborhood drunk just so happened to be wandering the streets after a late night outing, it was no big deal. In fact, there were probably many doing the exact same thing. Though, not here. in Sendai, my mom was known for this once my dad passed. We often had neighbors who would tail her home and make sure she made it safely; but here in Kurasuno, she was about the only one. Our neighbors were very kind, but they weren't really around often enough to do such a thing.

I gave up on trying to help my mom months ago. I knew she would never stop, and I knew that meant a rather dangerous environment for me, too. But, what can you do in that sort of situation?

I wandered the halls of my new high school, being a second year this went without saying. Regardless of where I had gone before, this school was still huge, and the students were rather scary. My footsteps echoed the almost empty halls. Classes had let out already for lunch, and I was sort of just stuck walking around by myself. I had a hard time making friends, and going to a completely new school was not helping in the matter. I was walking, mindlessly. I wasn't even sure where I was going, but to someone who didn't care, it didn't look like it.

"oof." I yelped, looking up at whatever wall I had come in contact with. I gasped loudly when I looked up, finding the pretty face of a third year in front of me.

She flushed heavily, mumbling apologies and making sure I was okay. I nodded, though I wasn't really sure how this had happened.

"Sorry! I guess I wasn't watching where I was going!" I mumbled back, still sort of flustered and dazed from the realization of what I had done, and the impact of this girl. She was surprisingly strong for her figure it seemed. She shook her head.

"It's alright! I just wanted to make sure you're okay." She gave me a sweet smile, one that most guys would melt for. "I'm Kiyoko." She said, reaching her hand out for me to shake. Nervously, I did.

"I'm y/n, I moved here a few days ago actually-" I said, looking down at the ground anxiously. She smiled as I said this.

"Really? It explains why I've never seen you before." She said cheerfully. I nodded back, smiling slightly.

"Yeah, I'm from Sendai." I saw her jaw drop slightly.

"Why did you move here then?" She said, leading me down the hallway. Classes were going to start soon, and it was obvious I didn't know where I was going. I think she caught onto that pretty easily.

I was startled by her question. I wasn't even really sure how to answer. "We actually have family here. My mom thought it would be best to live in a place closer to them." I said. I wasn't technically lying, my dad had grown up here, but that didn't make it truthful either. She nodded slightly at my answer.

"So, have you joined any clubs then?" She asked curiously. I shook my head, not even thinking about the idea of extra-curriculars. She seemed to beam as I said this. "What are you interested in? You name it, we probably have it here!" She grinned.

"I'm actually really into volleyball-" I started, but she immediately took my hand and started sprinting down the hallway. I audibly gasped as she did this.

"I'm the manager of the Kurasuno boys volleyball team!" She said excitedly. "if you wanted on the girls team, I could probably get you a spot as soon as possible." She said, still sprinting and dragging me along with her. I found myself smiling a little as she stopped, right in front of a small area of the school hallway with a massive bulletin board. I already felt a little overwhelmed by it, but I was still excited. She shoved a sign up sheet into my hands, a pen following it quickly. "Just sign here." She pointed to the spot. "I'll make sure to put in a word for you." She said happily. I grinned up at her.

With shaky hands, I signed the page. I hadn't played volleyball since middle school, and even then, I was average at best. I was a libero on the Sendai team then, and after some pretty intense encounters with my mother after late practices, I ended it after my last year of middle school. However, now it was a perfect opportunity to get away from anymore of those encounters.

"Thank you, Kiyoko." I grinned up at her, tacking the page back onto the board. She nodded.

"Really, it's nothing. Besides, there is a boys practice after school today if you want to join me." She said happily. I agreed, having a feeling this would get me away from my mother even quicker. "What class are you in? I can come find you after?"

"I'm in class 2-5." I said excitedly. She nodded with a smile of her own.

"I'll see you after class then." With that, we were walking our separate ways.

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After many entries into the wrong classroom, many strange looks from teachers, and other strange encounters with random students in the hallways, I finally made it back into the right class.

The day seemed to drag after that, school being hopelessly boring and dull. I managed to stay awake, though, much to my satisfaction. I hadn't really slept in the last few weeks because of the move, but I was at least proud of myself for staying awake.

I looked up at the clock as the bell rang, realizing it was finally time to leave. I stood, packing my things up. Just as I was about to leave, I saw Kiyoko standing in the doorway, smiling at me with her little wave.

"Hey, Kiyoko!" I said excitedly, ready to join her. She smiled back as I said this.

"How was class?" She asked nonchalantly. I made a so-so motion with my hand.

"Boring, but I managed to stay awake." I heard her laugh softly from beside me.

"That's about how it goes." She agreed as she led me down the hall and out of the building to the gym. The sound of balls slapping the gym floors became louder as we finally entered. I saw some guy with a buzz cut yelling something to a ginger headed kid, who couldn't be any older than a middle schooler. I was a little nervous now, but I was smiling at the sight. "Welcome to the boys volleyball team." She half sighed. I giggled at this.

As she spoke, the buzz cut kid looked up, and I swore I could see hearts in his eyes as he looked at Kiyoko. She groaned beside me.

"Kiyoko!" I heard him yell, running towards her. She sidestepped passed him with ease, leading me further into the gym.

"She's so hot when she ignores me." I heard him mumbled. I couldn't help but snort.

"Is this a normal occurrence?" I asked curiously, an amused grin on my face.

"You learn to get used to it." She said plainly. I laughed a little harder at the deadpanned expression on her face, definitely proving that this was a normal occurrence.

She led me into a small office to the side, showing me around. I could feel the stares of the boys on my back, but I didn't let it bother me too much. They whispered about who I was, what I was doing here, and why I was with Kiyoko.

"They aren't very good at keeping their thoughts to themselves." I muttered, still very amused. She rolled her eyes.

"Anything but." She said again.

After her little tour, she sat me down on the bench, a notebook positioned in her hands as well as a little pen. The coach was nowhere to be seen, but Kiyoko assured me that he would be here, that he was usually late anyways. When he finally had shown up, the slapping became more prominent. as practice had finally started. I watched in awe. The team had split into two, a black haired guy who's name I learned was Kageyama was the setter of one team, the ginger being on his side as well as the buzz cut kid who's names I learned were Hinata and Takana.

I looked to the other side, watching as they were getting pummeled by quick attack after quick attack, though it was never entirely successful. My eyes stopped on a gray headed boy. He was tall, effortlessly attractive. and damn good at what he did.

"Who's that?" I asked Kiyoko, a little breathless as my heart was pounding out of my chest. She smiled slightly at my question.

"That's Suguwara Koushi, he's a third year. He's been the setter of the team up until this season when Kageyama joined the team." She said. "Why?" She asked.

I flushed slightly at her question. "He's pretty damn good." I mumbled. She chuckled softly, knowing that wasn't entirely why I was asking, but she didn't pry.

For the rest of the practice, my eyes were practically glued to Sugawara. I wasn't even doing this intentionally, and I think that's what messed my head up the most. Every time he spoke, my eyes darted to him, every time someone yelled his name for a set, I watched him. I was infatuated not only with his skill, but whatever drunk his parents had been feeding him to make him so plainly beautiful.

Kiyoko thanked me for coming, and even offered me another invitation to tomorrows practice, one which I immediately agreed to. Not only were these boys skilled, but it also gave me a chance to get away from home. That, and Kiyoko and I had started to become a little closer, and for that, I was immensely grateful for.

I walked home alone that night, as the moon peaked from behind the clouds and shone down upon me, as if a new beginning had come. Hopefully by the end of the week, I would know if I was on the girls team, and by then, I might have a shot at playing the damned game again myself. If there was anything I got out of watching the boys practice, it was that I wanted to be on the court again. My love for the game had started with my father. He had played he high school. In face, he played here on this team, in the gym that I had just been in. I couldn't help but smile softly at the thought of my dad's presence being in that gym, as if his spirit had sort of led me back to him somehow. As I walked through the doors of my new house, my spirits were immediately broken as I saw the already trashed state of it. I let out a soft sigh as I walked up to my room, setting my things down and immediately plopped onto my bed. In mere moments, I was asleep.

taglist: @gumiiiiezzzz

[ill-written-god]

T | 793 | m/m human/werewolf | sequel to 'shapeshifting' but this time I'm not pretending it's not Steddie | cw: a little drug related oopsie but everyone's safe | getting together

He wouldn’t call himself a recluse, but he certainly wasn’t a social flower. He’s only been to frat parties for mere minutes until he sold out of his stock. A mostly monster party? Where everyone was fully shifted and in the open? Never.

He watched them be themselves, no hiding from the conservative faculty or parents, or students, even. No pretending they were civilized humans. Here they were all uncivilized students, no matter their species.

Aside from the new features of his peers, he found a lot of food and drinks he hadn’t seen before. And drugs. He’s been eyeing a certain shroom that seemed to be popular with other party-goers. The girl handing it out catches his eye and offers him the baggy to pluck out from.

It’s blueish and doesn’t smell anything, but before he can take it in his mouth, there’s a growl in his ear, and the shroom gets slapped out of his hand.

“Wha-” 

The growl grows, making him flinch and back away, straight into a broad chest and a stronghold of hairy arms.

“The fuck are you guys doing?!”

Despite the music, the room goes quiet.

“Shit, Steve-” 

He growls back, teeth clasping in warning.

“Dude, it’s just some shrooms-” Eddie tries to dissolve the situation, but the hold only tightens to the point of pain. He gasps, but Steve doesn’t seem to notice.

“Just shrooms?! These are poisonous to humans!”

“Oh.”

He looks at the inconspicuous funghi, still held by the girl, now white as a sheet.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know he was human-��

“Well, maybe you should fucking ask!”

Realizing this isn’t going to get any better until they leave the situation completely, he pushes against the chest, backing away from the group. Steve doesn’t budge at first, so he turns around his tight embrace, trying to find his gaze. The grip tightens, ribs creaking against each other before the werewolf finally looks down.

“I need some fresh air, let's go,” he says, and Steve gives a tiny nod. He growls one last time to the group and finally lets himself be pushed towards the door.

"Thanks for saving me, man," Eddie says, once outside.

"What if I was too late? You can't just take any drug in your sight!"

His instinct was to argue, but he knew Steve was right. Besides, he was still shaken up.

"Okay, sorry, I promise I'll only take my own stuff. Or triple-check if what I'm taking is human-friendly at least."

Steve huffs and his hold only tightens, and it’s too much.

“Dude, you’re choking me.”

“Shit, sorry.” Despite his words, he’s reluctant to let him go. Eddie doesn’t like the loss either, but they sit close on the porch stairs instead. It’s quiet, weird.

“Couldn’t they sniff out I’m human?” he asks eventually, recalling the argument from earlier. Steve flinches against him.

“Too many monsters around, the smells are hard to discern. Besides…” he hesitates.

“What?” Eddie turns to him, curious. 

“We’ve been hanging out a lot. You smell wolf-ish.” He cringes and kinda collapses on himself.

“Okay…” he draws out, trying to decipher what that means. “Have you been rubbing off on me? On purpose?”

“No!” he immediately denies, offended. “Yes? Maybe?”

“Dude! What the fuck?” He asks, trying to hide that he’s mostly amused. Partially thrilled.

“Not on purpose! At first.” The werewolf rushes to explain, leaning away a bit to look at him properly and gesticulate with his hands. “It’s hard not to… scent someone… when you’re having sex, okay?” he hisses through his teeth. “But then we kept hanging out, and it just… happened?”

“You gave me your hoodie,” Eddie says with sudden realization. “Were you marking your territory?”

“What?! No!” Steve seems scandalized, but he goes red in the face, and shoves at Eddie half-heartedly. The man just laughs.

“Dude, that's so hot!”

“Right,” the wolf scoffs, expression going sour.

To placate him, Eddie places a hand on his knee and squeezes. Trails up higher. 

“I mean it,” he says. 

“Oh.” Steve looks at his hand, then up into his eyes. “Oh, okay.”

“Do you guys also pee on each other? It’s not my thing, but I’d consider it.”

The wolf’s face tells him everything he needs to know. His smile turns into a grin.

“It is?” he asks, incredulous. “Damn, now I’m really, really thinking about it.”

“Dude,” Steve whines, claws scratching at the porch wood. “You can’t just say shit like that. We’re not even…”

Eddie hums, thumb tracing the denim stretching over the wolf’s thigh.

“We could be. Would that be much different from what we’ve been doing?”

“Man, I hope so,” Steve chuckles. “More kissing and sex, for starters.”

“That definitely could be arranged.”

He leans with a smile. 

[neptuniadoesstuff]

Abecias Malice Ref (God OC Ref Sheet Remake)

(Edit: Had to pic the drawings a bit bcs I FORGOR I HAD THE FACIAL HAIR AT 30% OF OPACITY LIKE THE MORON I AM!)

AND HES DONE!

After a few days this gae bacon-haired moron is finished & tbh I like this new ver of him more than his original design. (If you wanna see his original design the link is here- (Plz remember the post is pretty old on here as well as the pic bcs originally this fella was actually a Early b-Day gift for my frend back when this year just frikin started.)

& yes that is some wine coming out of his mouth. (He loves his wine) & of course.... Bro is flipping u off. (But it's censored, also I originally was gonna draw a bird crossed out but then I forgor SO LETS PRETEND ME FORGETTING WAS INTENTIONAL & NOT SOME GOOF I COMMITED!) Look we a bit of somewhat vulgarity even if I'm not the person who would just curse. (But I do say byastord, which this guy is, so its fitting.)

Also Lil rewrite of his bio bcs frik u:

|| Name: Abecias Malice (aka Adder'Synn Malkovich) | Gender: Male (Trans), He/Him | Age: ?? (Died at the age of 22-23) | Sexuality: Gae | Height: ??'?? ft (Possibly was 6'2 ft tall when alive) | Enithcity: ?? (Possibly was a Rozokeen/Osmort mix when still alive) | Personality: A very unhinged & crazed individual who seem to have a unhealthy obsession with men & himself?? Seems to really like seeing oeppel die yet despises getting himself dirty to the point that he will literally start avoiding anything that has a SINGLE speck of dirt! What im saying is, hes narcissistic, sadistic, & also very lazy & wants others to do stuff for him. (Also is very racist to bird ppl idk, why though) I Occupation: The King of his kingdom of Vallenfholt (This is Godhome's hew name) | Family: ?? (When alive he had a older brother, a younger sister, & 2 parent but one of them was ded) | Species: Bloopmo (Halflett type) (Formally), Ascended God | Other: Can't seem to get drunk from the wine he always drinks EVERY SINGLE FRIKIN DAY! Is literally a rich pompous a-hole who despises the porr, homeless, & ugly ppl. Also thinks the mailmen are coming for him /hj ||

(A lot of the info here is not filled on purpose bcs gods... dont really care about mortal nonsense.)

Extras: Was originally a college student (or whatever he was when he was still alive) pretty much dealing with a pretty ab*sive father who would not respect his identity & was basically a complete snake. Although one Adder just.. snapped & ran off the campus to drive to his father's house &... kill him... But that was not the end of it, by the next day he had murdered around 12 people & injuring 2 (that being his now ex- bf & his now rival) only to be killed by his once best friend, Hugo.. When he died his soul was sent into the ring of Wrath but over the years, the regret he had turned into pride... He enjoyed what he had become... Not only that but his personality had started to shift, become extremely lustful & abnormally greedy to also having his appearance be shifted also, this was normal for a Sinner, but this Sinner was different... He risen up the rank & eventually became a God, not a well known god but a God nonetheless. Eventually going up into Vallenfholt & making a kingdom there which suited his needs. He however became so obsessed with himself that he pretty much just lost it & became the thing he originally despised the most... A rich, greedy, & selfish monster like his father was. Not only that anyone was below him was eventually killed instantly in the arena that he built for prisoners (Usually bcs he didn't like bcs of their appearance) to fight to the death in. Now as for how the hell he became obsessed with men & started to h8 on bird ppl (+ the whole thing about the mailmen coming for him... idk bro-). Now keep in might he was BoRN in a time humans (the morons from earth) did NOT come to Eeross.

Also if you wanna see the uncensored puc of the guy flipping u goofs off then here- (plz click read more but if u are offended by ppl flipping u off plz don't.)

Yeh no body pic bcs this is a friend's oc (that I made for em) but it would be VERY WEIRD OF ME TO POST THAT! (Even if we are AroAce & its a *full body ref* but plz don't ask me to post it in respect of MY FRIEND!)

ANYWAYS CREDITS BCS I H8 MYSELF! (Not really but I sorta do.... I need help-)

Character: Created by ne but belongs to a frend of mine who I'm gonna keep anonymous but they are on here (I ain't gonna say who BCS THEY ARE MEANT TO BE ANONYMOUS!)

Art: MinE

Program: IbisPaint x.

Bubs' TOS: Plz don't repost/steal, trace, or recolor my art WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! If you do, I'll take yur femur and pelvis.. SO, DON'T THINK ABOUT IT! (The PNS on my blog's pinned post clearly means "Please No Steal" plz follow that rule.) If you do post my art on anything like yur blog or somewhere else (With my permission) PLEASE CREDIT ME!

[forcebookish]

hohhhh my god i'm going to throw up

i haven't done one of these in a while but let's go

i didn't cry once out of the millions of times i watched the ep6 fight but top trying to reconcile with mew made me sob so hard i had to pause it (it might have something to do with being on my period but still lmao)

obviously mew still hasn't heard the whole audio and this episode is the first time i've truly been disappointed with the writing lol if mew really never hears the full audio and doesn't get the true depths that boston stooped to i am going to be so fucking pissed

(although it might be that a scene is missing and nick really did play him the full audio idk)

k it happened i officially hate ray now lol how was that not rock bottom and how is sand even CONSIDERING letting him drink after he's "recovered." take everything the fuck away from him, pour it down the sink. AND HE STILL THINKS HE'S NOT AN ADDICT SERIOUSLY FUCK THIS GUY

more than ever i don't care about sandray lol although it looks like sand has something up his sleeve, re: that thing with ray's dad.

the vibes are so rancid in that last scene that part of me does think that mew is playing ray and i really hope i'm not wrong but the preview sure makes it seem like i am since it looks like ray's going to get mew high (seriously fuck ray i'm done with him throw the whole man in the dumpster)

i really want nick to leak the video lol i'm not convinced that mew wouldn't be that nasty after what he said to cheum, i just think he's biding his time to keep his honor student status

really glad that i wasn't wrong about mew not fucking anyone and love how uninterested he was in gap like bro wouldn't even kiss him

and... why would mew go through all the trouble of getting it if he were just going to prove to boston that he's the bigger man? he could have just bluffed. i think boston's going to look at the usb and it's going to be empty or something. mew's just biding his time

as for the preview, my mouth is dry seeing book in a "daddy's li'l monster" shirt i won't survive i was so distracted i didn't even notice that it was top who was laying him on the bed at first

hhhhhh i'm so horny for forcebook taking care of each other when drunk i'm soooooooo here for it

[miraculousmultifan]

Taylor Swift prompt fest!

Steve / Eddie Shake It Off Season 02 AU - the Halloween Party The most Steve-coded of these Steve-coded lyrics: I go on too many dates But I can't make 'em stay But I keep cruisin' Can't stop, won't stop movin' It's like I got this music in my mind Sayin' it's gonna be alright

My ex-man brought his new girlfriend She's like, "Oh my God!" but I'm just gonna shake And to the fella over there with the hella good hair Won't you come on over, baby? We can shake, shake, shake (yeah)

hiii!! thank you so much for the prompt! i hope you enjoy the fic :D

as a reminder, this is part of my event: stranger things (taylor's version), and you can find the prompt list HERE

i'm also cross-posting this fic (and every other fic from this event) to my ao3, so if you'd prefer to read it there, HERE IS THE LINK

Shake It Off

When Steve stepped out of the bathroom, leaving Nancy to… freshen up, he hadn’t wanted to see Jonathan Byers right after. But nothing ever seemed to go his way after that slimy monster attacked them, did it? 

It doesn’t matter. Just shake it off, man.

“Hey, Steve,” Jonathan called to him meekly. “Have you seen Nancy? She invited me, but I haven’t seen her since I got here.”

It’s probably not what you think, Steve. Shake it off.

“She’s in the bathroom by the kitchen. She’s gotten pretty drunk so you should probably drive her home,” Steve replied, deadpan, trying to keep his voice even to avoid making a scene.

Jonathan cocked his head. “You aren’t taking her?”

Trying to think of any other excuse that wasn’t ‘we had a fight and the sight of her right now makes me want to scream,’ Steve replied, “I’ve been drinking too, man. Don’t wanna get a DUI.”

Without another word, they parted ways. As Steve was walking away, he heard Nancy delightedly exclaim, “Jonathan!” His chest clenched, and he attempted to stop the scowl from darkening his face.

Shake. It. Off. Steve!

Although he hadn’t realized he was doing it, Steve made his way to the kitchen to grab another drink. Beer wasn’t really cutting it anymore, but he remembered seeing someone dump vodka into the fruit punch, so he poured himself a hefty cup of the stuff. If he was going to stick around this party, Steve certainly wasn’t going to do it without adding a little artificial fun.

Once he had started feeling the buzz of the alcohol fogging up his brain pleasantly, Steve joined the thrum of people in the living room dancing. The current song was one that Steve couldn’t remember the name of, but he knew that he loved it!

While the kind of dancing everyone else was doing seemed to revolve around nodding their heads, tapping their feet, and just generally trying to look cool, Steve let himself loosen up. It was like he became the center of attention, feeling the music move through him as he matched the beat with his body.

And it was fun! Way more fun than if he decided to go straight home and mope around in his empty house because Nancy didn’t love him.

The thought of Nancy sobered him up a little, though. Now he was at the point where he could hear conversations happening around him.

“I saw Nancy Wheeler leave the party with that loner, Byers. Harrington really can’t make them stay. Imagine losing your girlfriend to the same guy twice.”

“You’d think after dating half of the female student body he’d figure out how to get a girl to like him for more than just a quick fuck.”

Steve tried to lose himself in the music again.

“Harrington really fell off, huh. That weird fucking dance makes him look like a barfing cat.”

“Literally! I can’t believe we all thought he was cool. This is so lame it’s sad.”

For some reason, Steve found himself sinking back into the feeling from before. He was having fun. He was making his own dance up, and it felt great!

Soon, though, the song switched to something with a different beat, and Steve had to find the rhythm again. When he opened his eyes to get a better grip on his bearings though, he was looking directly at Eddie Munson standing in the corner.

He looked unimpressed and generally disinterested, and Steve frowned. It was a really bad look to have someone unhappy at your party. Sure, technically it wasn’t Steve’s party, but as the proclaimed “King of Parties,” he was basically his duty to right this infraction.

Before Steve even realized he was walking, his feet led him straight to Munson, stopping him too close for the average person’s comfort. He started drafting what he was going to say, trying to find the right combination of words that would get Munson to have fun, but instead…

“If you’re here for weed, your Majesty, I’m afraid I’m fresh out of stock for the night,” Munson drawled, watching Steve with guarded eyes.

“What?” Steve blinked once. Then twice. Oh… “Ah, right. Weed.” Ever eloquent, that was where Steve’s mouth decided to shut off.

Munson raised an eyebrow at Steve suspiciously. “If you weren’t looking for weed, why are you standing here?”

“You’re not having fun,” Steve stated. Come on, get to the point, Steve!

Putting on a theatrical face, Munson sing-songed, “What an astute observation, my Lord! Though, I do regret to inform you that this is strictly a business venture. Nobody has fun when they’re conducting business, my Liege.”

All of Munson’s fancy words were kind of fucking up Steve’s ability to get the words he wanted to say out of his brain and into his mouth. “Huh?”

Munson sighed, obviously becoming fed up with Steve's conversation skills. “Did this conversation have a point, or did the braincells I lost while standing here just die for nothing?”

“Come dance with me!” Steve finally suggested.

“I beg your everloving fuck?” Munson answered, his face twisted in several different complicated expressions.

Steve grinned. “You’re not having fun, so come dance with me! I wasn’t having fun a couple minutes ago, and now I feel great!” He paused for a moment and frowned. “Though I guess that could’ve been the vodka…”

Munson pinched the bridge of his nose and grumbled under his breath, seeming just to himself, “Why are you even entertaining this, Eddie? Get a grip!” Then he relaxed his shoulders and looked up, staring at Steve calculatingly as he said, “So let me make sure I got this right. You, Steve Harrington, are inviting me, Eddie Munson, to dance with you in this crowded room full of practically every popular kid in our high school.”

“You know, you have really nice hair,” Steve replied instead. “What conditioner do you use? It looks so soft.”

Squinting at him like he had two heads, Munson finally relented and snarked, “It seems like someone should be chaperoning you right now, so… I guess I can rise to the occasion for once.”

Steve beamed at Eddie and led him deeper into the mass of people so they could be closer to the music. Once he found what he deemed to be the perfect spot, Steve let himself feel the music once again. He wanted to get rid of all that other shit.

The gossipmongers at Hawkins High always start shit at every opportunity. Sometimes the most basic things get circulated through every rumor mill, and Steve had given up trying to plaster on a fake smile and put on a show.

Suddenly, Steve turned to Eddie and said, “Hey, you’re against all that conformist shit, right? Like doing your own thing or something?”

“Yeah, man… I am,” Eddie replied carefully.

Steve smiled, hoping he figured out how to get Eddie to really join him. “That’s what this is. Dancing like an idiot because it’s lame and so fun and I don’t have to worry about anyone else’s… bullshit.”

Eddie hummed, watching Steve appraisingly before his lips quirked up into something a couple of degrees off of affection. “Alright, I think I can get behind that. Wanna pretend like we’re the lead singers of this band performing a sold-out show?”

Brightening considerably, Steve pumped his fist. “Hell yeah!”

Once Steve gave his approval, Eddie whipped out an air guitar and started strumming viciously, his motions not at all synced up to “Girls Just Want to Have Fun.” Steve grinned and picked up his own fake microphone, tilting the stand around like he was Elvis Presley while he headbanged aggressively. Cyndi Lauper was not an artist people would usually headbang to, but it was fun, so Steve was doing it.

Naturally, people started to stand and gawk at their display, but their confused and disgusted looks only seemed to fuel Eddie’s energy. Hey, that’s what Steve had been trying to do! Getting Eddie to join him was definitely the right choice.

Matching Eddie’s enthusiasm, Steve leaned in closer to him to share the microphone as if they were singing a duet. Eddie snorted out a surprised laugh at Steve’s antics, but he still joined in with the charade.

Even when people started whispering around them, Steve didn’t care anymore. Their words slid off of him like water off his back. Plus, Eddie looked like he was having fun too.

Steve was starting to forget why he had been so upset before… Eh, it was probably just some stupid bullshit anyway.

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

NCT Spooky Season [Day 15]

A Scary Good Time

TW: Language, Lots of Sexual References, Alcohol Consumption Genre: Romance, Comedy Pairing: Na Jaemin x Reader YN Pronouns: Not specified Word Count: 0.7K Prompt: Halloween Tailgate go brrr

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Notes: I love writing unhinged college aus Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

Feedback is greatly appreciated!! Thank you for reading!

"Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots!" The crowd chanted around you and you took a deep breath.

"This is so fucking stupid," you shook your head with a huge smile and downed another glass while Jaemin howled in front of you.

"Let's fucking go!" You heard Jeno shouting somewhere.

"Oh fuck," Jaemin stumbles on the table slightly and you hold him up.

"Careful, humpty dumpty, can't have you falling off and breaking that beautiful ass of yours," you laughed.

"FYI, I'm dressed up as Werewolf, not humpty dumpty," Jaemin's words had a slight curve to them.

"Right, right, boring," you helped him down the table, grabbing another shot glass on the way while you sat him down. "Look around, Jaem. Slutty Bunnies, Slutty Nurses, and Slutty Monsters everywhere," you gestured the whole room.

"And what are you supposed to be again?" He eyes your oversized T-Shirt and thigh highs.

"Slutty college student, duh."

"You already are one, that doesn't count."

"Okay, rude!" You playfully shoved him and laughed, "anyway, how are you holding up? I know parties aren't usually your thing, but I'm glad you came out with us anyway!" You handed him the shot glass and he smells it before drinking it.

"I'm fine," he looks around. It's true, of the friend group Jaemin tended to stay away from these kind of things, but after hearing you, Jeno, and Haechan loudly describing your escapades, Jaemin got an intense wave of FOMO and he decided, fuck it, he's going to go with you all to the next one.

But all it did was remind him how much he hated parties.

Especially when all the lights suddenly shut down.

"Boo! At least turn the music back on!" Someone yells.

"Jaem?" You put your hand on his shoulder to keep track of him. But, as soon as your hand touched his arm, he felt this intense wave of nausea rush through him, and he swallowed down whatever bile threatened to come out. "You okay, bud?"

"Mmhmm," he answered weakly. He shuts his eyes tight and turns his head upwards to ride the sudden discomfort and finally, when the lights turned on, the headache subsided. But it nearly came back when he heard all the screams around him.

"What the hell is going on?!" Someone shouts. Jeno rushes toward you both.

"Guys?!" He looked frantic.

"What? What's wrong?" You felt yourself sobering up quick.

"I can't... I can't take it off!" He tugs on the hook on his hand. He decided to do some overly sexualized Captain Hook and, while it was funny at the time, he looked near crazed trying to pry the hook off his hand.

"Okay, okay, you big baby, hand it over here," you take his hand and start tugging on the hook, but nothing happens, it doesn't budge one bit, "gee, Jen, you really shoved it in here, huh?"

"I guess so but everyone's having trouble taking their costumes off!" He looks at Jaemin and reaches for his ears.

"Dude, don't touch me," Jaemin swats his hand away and Jeno gasps.

"How'd you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Those ears moved."

"No, they didn't."

"They're moving right now!"

"They're not!"

"(Y/N), back me up here!" You look between them and you reach for the wolf ears on Jaemin's head and, when you tugged on it harshly, Jaemin winced.

"Ow! Don't pull my hair like that."

"Jaemin... I didn't pull your hair," you said quietly.

"What?" He looks at you, but your eyes were glued to the top of his head. Jaemin grabs his phone and looks at himself on the screen. "Holy... shit."

"We all just merged with out costumes," Jeno panics. "Well, all except (Y/N). What are you supposed to be again?"

"Slutty and broke college student," you shrugged.

"Oh, well, that's already you so there's nothing to change into."

"You're both bitches for that!" You groaned.

"But dog! You became part-dog!" Jeno exclaims.

"No, this can't be happening," Jaemin slipped out of the chair and stated pacing, and he heard you gasp behind him. "What happened?"

"Babe! You have a tail!" You reached for it and Jaemin instinctively pulled it away from you. But, realizing what he just did, Jaemin looks down at the tail that swished from side to side. "Holy shit."

"Holy fucking shit!"

"My boyfriend's a werewolf!" Your excitement betrayed your concern.

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[azaleaspirit]

This is Part One of my Twst MC!Overblot story for one of my Yuusonas. It's been a long time since I sat down and actually wrote anything, so sorry in advanced for my awful writing. I'm gonna pretty up this post later. I just wanted to get this out. Let me know what you all think and if you are interested in a Part Two!

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Tired. He was so tired. No matter how much sleep he got, it was never enough. No amount of naps that Leona suggested he take when he saw the dark circles under the Prefect’s eyes changed anything. No amount of soothing teas Riddle had gifted him in the hopes that it would give him respite helped. Everyone could see that something was wrong with the beloved Prefect of Night Raven. Even Grim had tried to make his hench-human skip a day while the feline monster went to classes for them. Nothing helped.

It wasn’t a tired where he needed more sleep. No. This was a tired that was bone deep. Like an ooze that clung to Yuu’s soul, threatening to suffocate him. Dragging him down into a black pool where he no longer had the strength to fight as he sunk deeper and deeper. He couldn’t focus. He had no appetite. He had no energy. Yet he tried to convince his worried schoolmates that he was alright. He would bounce back. Yuu would muster up as convincing a smile as he could, but his more perceptive friends weren’t convinced.

He was alright. He had to be. A pillar of strength can’t crumble.

It can’t crumble…

“Pup!”

Yuu’s head snapped up. Professor Crewel was before him with furrowed brows and concerned eyes. Glancing next to him, Jack was also looking at Yuu with an equal amount of worry. Sighing and shaking his head of the rest of the fog, Yuu placed down the vial of potion ingredients that he had been unknowingly staring at.

“Sorry, Professor. I got lost in thought,” Yuu apologized with a smile that had too many teeth.

The two magic users didn’t look convinced with the way they quickly glanced at each other, but they didn’t pry.

“It’s fine, Pup. I came to tell you that you are excused for the rest of my class. The Headmage would like a word with you in his office.”

“Oh? Ah… alright,” Yuu stammered before shedding his lab coat and glasses. Grabbing his bag and waving a quick goodbye to his fellow first years and Crewel, Yuu hurried out the classroom - not before hearing in the background Crewel’s signature whip and Grim’s whine that he couldn’t go along with Yuu.

The hallways of Night Raven College with their twists and turns had become familiar to Yuu in the months that he had been there. Friendly portraits that waved or gladly struck up a conversation used to unease the Prefect, but - like everything else in this magical world - he got used to it and now enjoyed it. It was a world of endless discovery beyond the college’s walls and the island it shared with their rival school. A world full of magic, beastmen, fae, ghosts, and who knew what else.

A world… that he didn’t belong in.

“Ah~! There’s our wonderful Prefect! Come in and have a seat!” Crowley enthusiastically greeted once Yuu had entered his office. Said Headmage was seated at his extravagant desk with the portraits of the Great Seven floating above him. Yuu gave a small smile and nod in greeting to the crow-decorated man as he took a seat in front of the desk.

“You wanted to see me, Headmage?”

“Yes, of course! But before that, I can have one of our chefs bring up a snack or a drink for you. Aren’t I so kind?”

Yuu declined the offer. Something was up. The Headmage was known for being a little flamboyant and downright manipulative with his “kindly Headmage'' act. Sure it had helped with some situations that had happened when Yuu’s classmates didn’t want to help solve them, but the entire act was exhausting for everyone. Then again those situations should have been handled by the Headmage instead of his students.

Having Yuu decline his offer, Crowley’s cheerful demeanor sank away into an air of uncertainty. The black mask upon the man’s face made it hard to see what he was thinking, but his slumped shoulders and laced fingers upon his desk made him look… regretful? Hesitant? Crowley let out a deep sigh.

“As you know, I have been looking meticulously for a way to send you back home. Even spending my winter vacation looking into the matter! Every book, every scroll, every tome. Not everyone would be so kind as I to help you find a way back to your world. But-” he let out another sigh, “- I’m sorry, Yuu. There is no way to send you back home.”

Cold dread ran down Yuu’s back and froze every nerve in his body. The words the Headmage spoke punched the air from his lungs and stabbed at his thumping heart. The world around him fell away into a black abyss, ready to swallow him whole.

‘There is no way to send you back home.’

‘There is no way to send you back home.’

‘...no way…back home.’

Again and again those words echoed inside of Yuu. Words that formed a chain to drag him down into hopelessness.

“Not all hope is lost!” Crowley’s words pulled him back to the real world, “I’m not so cruel as to kick you out of this college. You are still one of my precious students! I still expect you to be the first magicless student to graduate from this prestigious school! Of course, if you stay in Ramshackle during summer and winter breaks, I will have you do tasks for me to earn your keep. Aren’t I so kind~?”

Too lost in a daze to understand the words that Crowley spoke, Yuu just nodded and fought back the tears that wanted to run down his cheeks. Seeing the Prefect silent and in shock, Crowley hesitated in what to do next. Clearing his throat, he rose from his chair and went to the large window at the back of his office. He stared out the window to the courtyard of the school below all while tapping his finger on the handle of his cane. The Headmage cleared his throat once more after a moment of silence.

“You are dismissed, Prefect. Take a few days off classes. I’ll inform your professors,” he said, his voice solemn and soft, as if speaking any louder would be a sin.

Yuu’s body felt like lead as he stood. His school bag was all but forgotten as he left the office; his feet dragging with each step.

The bell had rung to signal the end of class, and the hallways of the school filled with students. The mass of people swirled into a mess of colors that Yuu trudged through like an encompassing fog. If anyone said anything to him, he wouldn't have heard them. If they bumped into him, he would just carry on forward like nothing happened. The faces of his fellow students became blank. Nothing. He couldn’t see who was who. He needed to get to Ramshackle. The mass of swirling colors was suffocating him. He couldn’t breathe! Before he knew it, Yuu was running through the hallways and out the front of the school. His lungs burned and his mind raced with nothing but the words the Headmage said to him looping again and again. He made it back to Ramshackle with the door slamming behind him.

Ramshackle was silent. Empty. All there was was Yuu’s own labored breath and pounding heart. The trio of ghosts that Yuu had come to think of as friends weren’t there. They had gone out to do who knows what. It was for the best.

Yuu’s legs shook violently before they gave out. The boy slid down the door until he sat against the wood. His throat tightened and long overdue tears cascaded down his face. Yuu let out a broken sob. Then another. Then another. He hugged his legs to his chest and buried his face in his knees. What was once a silent dorm was now broken by the sobs of its Prefect.

Minutes? Hours? Yuu didn’t know how long he let his sorrow and despair out. When the tears finally dried, any energy that he had left was gone. His limbs felt numb. He felt numb. Getting up wasn’t what he wanted to do. But he needed to. He needed to get to the bathroom to wash his face of any sign of his sorrows. Grim would soon be coming back to the dorm. The golden rays of the setting sun through the windows meant that classes had ended a while ago. Yuu didn’t want Grim to see him like this.

Yuu’s body trembled as he got up. His limbs felt so heavy that he needed the walls to support him. Going up the stairs and to his room was like climbing a mountain. Making it to the bathroom, he leaned over the porcelain sink trying to catch his breath. When he looked up, he saw his face.

Dull, lifeless brown eyes set in a pale and clammy face. His eyes were red and puffy with dark circles under his eyes. Dried trails of tears stained his cheeks. Even his mousy brown hair was limp and dead against his head and neck. Grim may be oblivious sometimes, but even he would know that something was very wrong.

Turning the faucets on high, Yuu washed and scrubbed away any traces of his tears and even hoped that it would rid him of the dark circles. Grabbing a towel, he dried off his face.

“I’m fine. Everything’s okay. I’m fine… I’m fine,” he muttered like a mantra at his reflection, “I’m fine. I’m… fine.”

“Liar.”

The sudden voice shocked Yuu, making him whip his head around to find who it belonged to. His brows furrowed when there was no one else. No Grim. No ghosts. Not anyone.

“How much longer are you going to lie to yourself?” the voice questioned, its tone sharp and bitter. Yuu swallowed down his unease.

“Who’s there? Where are you?” he called shakily.

“Behind you.”

Yuu looked back at the mirror and his eyes widened. What stared back at him wasn’t him. It wasn’t even human despite its silhouette being human shaped. A face nor any defining features could be made out as if the being was made of darkness itself. Drops of darkness fell off of the being like droplets of ink. A pair of white shapes that resembled eyes narrowed at Yuu.

“I’ll ask again: How much longer are you going to lie to yourself?” the being’s voice demanded.

“I’m… I’m not lying. I’m fine,” Yuu answered, his own voice not sounding convincing to his own ears. The being in the mirror didn’t like Yuu’s answer as it slammed its hand against the barrier separating them. The loud bang made Yuu flinch and take a step back.

“Stop lying!” it snarled, “We both know you aren’t fine! You haven’t been fine since you ended up in this place! If ending up in another world wasn’t enough, every single one of them just made it worse!”

“‘Them?’ Who are you talking about?”

“You know who I’m talking about. Every single one of your so-called classmates. Your professors. That annoying feline. That lazy, manipulative man who calls himself the Headmage of this place! That’s who!”

“They’re my friends!”

“Friends?!” the being let out a hysterical laugh before mockingly saying, “Of course they are! What great friends they are to have treated you like dirt beneath their feet before you had to risk your life to even earn an ounce of respect. All because you are a magicless freak from another world!”

“You’re wrong!”

“And don’t forget about the Overblots! How unlucky you have been to be in the center of every single one of them. I suppose lucky for them since you’re the one who saved them. Not bad for a magicless student! You would think they would at least thank you for saving their hides, but nope! Nothing! Too good to apologize to the magicless worm after everything they put you through!”

“Shut up!”

“Let’s recount everything that your so-called friends have done to you, shall we? Mocked you, belittled you, attacked you, stolen from you, roped you into their mess, kicked you out of your own dorm, threatened you, hypnotized you, lied to you, poisoned you, put you through absolute hell, cast spells on you, used you, and to top it all off you are stuck in a world where you don’t belong!”

“Stop it!” Yuu screamed. His labored breaths filled the bathroom. The being’s words were… true.

Everything that it had pointed out had happened in a never ending barrage that assaulted Yuu since the day he was pulled into Twisted Wonderland. It hurt. It grasped at his heart painfully yet he just went about his days as best as he could. They never apologized to him. They never asked him how he was doing. All they did was give him pitying looks or went about their days like nothing happened. Like he hadn’t been hurt by any of it.

Yuu’s lips trembled and his eyes welled with tears once more. He couldn’t do it anymore. He couldn’t be the pillar of strength that he hid behind when the cracks threatened to topple the whole thing down.

“They’re all so selfish, aren’t they?” the being said, its voice quiet and comforting, “You did everything for them. Gave them your heart. Been kind and there when they needed you. You gave them promises that you kept, but they took away your chance to fulfill your first promise. Your most important promise. Your promise to her.”

It was like a shard of ice pierced his heart. Images that he had buried away came back to the front of his mind. A lonely home. A woman with a kind face that morphed into a sunken and sick look. The beeping of monitors. A doctor’s words. The promise Yuu had made.

A promise he now couldn’t keep to the most important person in the world.

“Yuu! Come on! Let’s go to dinner! I’m star-” Grim’s voice cut off when Yuu turned to look at him. The cat monster’s eyes widened and his ears flattened.

Down Yuu’s face dripped black ink.

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There we go! Part One done! Let me know what you think!

[duxearlier]

MIXED FEELING

Neito Monoma x Reader

Synopsis: y/n l/n an ordinary college student who is trying their best to just graduate. Though even if they were quite known around the campus there are still some people who disliked them. One being no other than Neito Monoma. So what happens when they get paired up on a project and he changes y/n's life completely?

warning: swearing, bullying, abuse, drinking, suggestive themes, teasing.

genre: collage au, social media au, no quirks, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff.

taglist: open

CHAPTER EIGHT || WHAT ARE WE?

<chapter seven || materlist || chapter nine>

⚠️TW: This chapter mentions abuse. ⚠️

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Monoma stared at y/n, blinking once,,twice before speaking up "w-what the fuck?!" He practically yelled, still taken back by y/n showing up to his house like that and also beaten up? Now, he was curious on what the fuck happened to them. "I-its fine if you don't want me here, I'll just leave…it was a stupid idea to show up here-" y/n mumbled and as they were about to turn and leave, Neito spoke up again. "NO- I-i mean- just get your ass in here-" he grumbled, moving aside as y/n stared at him, trying to see if he was lying or not before stepping inside. "You have to tell me what the fuck is happening though" Neito grunts as he noticed how they tensed up. "Just sit the fuck down for now-" he grumbled, making his way to the kitchen as he tried to sort out his thoughts. Taking a deep breath, he took some frozen peas out of the freezer before returning back to y/n who surprisingly listened to him and now was sitting onto the couch.

"Here, it will bruise more if you don't do anything about it" he threw the frozen peas at them, watching how they caught them. Y/n gently placed the peas onto their black eye hissing at the contact from it. The whole time, y/n was avoiding eye contact with him and Neito had noticed it.

Shuffling towards them, Neito huffed "okay, explain yourself. First you don't answer me, then ditch me and you know damn well that we have that project and now you show up at my house, calming that you don't have anywhere else to go which you could have went to your friends house but didn't, so start talking" he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. Why did he care in the first place? Honestly, he wasn't too sure but he wanted to know why. Why was y/n doing this?

Y/n let out a sigh, moving the frozen peas off of their face still avoiding eye contact. "I wasn't at school today any my phone died" they mumbled, but they didn't stop there "if I tell you what happened, just promise.. not to laugh or anything like that?" Y/n asked as Neito rolled his eyes "i'm not a hearless monster now spill" y/n seemed to hesitate about this, fiddling with their sleeves as they kept their eyes down onto the ground.

Few minutes passed by when y/n finally began to talk.

"So..how do I say this- uhm-" they bit their lower lip "just..don't say this to anyone..because noone knows.." they added, glancing over to make sure that Neito agreed. "It…it was my dad-" y/n whispered, hugging themselves. Honestly, they didn't know why they came here..they could have went to their friends but instead they are here..telling Monoma everything. "I got home last night, pretty late and uh-..he didn't like it" y/n breathes out, glancing over at Neito before back at the floor.

The blonde was pretty shocked to hear this and honestly, seeing y/n like this..was different. Its like they are a completely different person that he knows. "I honestly not sure why I came here instead of yknow my friends" y/n kept talking "Besides I know they would make a big fuss out of this"

"Well duh-!!" Neito huffed, surprising y/n. "Anyone would because that's not fucking right okay? I know we aren't..friends or anything but that doesn't mean it doesn't concern me. How long has it been happening?" Neito huffed making y/n shrug "honestly I'm not sure" they spoke making the blonde even more angry. "And you're friends don't know about this? Like at all?" He raised an eyebrow as y/n shook their head as no, making him huff. "Okay, first you are staying here and then Tommorow you are tel-" before he could finish the sentence, y/n cuts in. "no! Absolutely not- please do not tell them!" "Why now?!" "Just-" y/n sighs in frustration, shaking their head "just..no-" they mumbles, shaking their head once again making neito sigh.

"Okay, fine we aren't telling them. But you have to do it soon, "Neito explained, to which y/n nods their heads,"yeah I know.." they mumbled quietly, taking a deep breath to calm themselves down. "Okay, you can sleep in the guest room and i'm assuming you don't have a change of clothes?" Neito spoke, which to y/n frowns "no i dont" they spoke. Letting out a sigh, neito stood up "come on, ill show you the way to the guests room and bathroom. You need a shower to look less..like you" he spoke and y/n was too tried to come up with a combat and they did agree they didn't look too bad.

Neither of them expected this to happen but it did and honestly, they didn't like to agree but they were warming up to one another.

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