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nanamisbbygirl · 2 days ago
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how shoko and gojo made their little bet… more teen geto x teen reader secret situationship fluff… @angelkiyo this is for you!
“he is not my boyfriend,” you tell shoko, who has an unimpressed look on her face. in the distance, the other two first years are fooling around– nothing out of the usual. although, she isn’t too convinced by your words. 
she can see something that clearly you can’t– or at least choose to ignore. maybe you’re just pretending to not love each other, she thinks, because people who act like that are definitely not not in love. she observes the way you twirl your pen in your hand, taking a break from doodling hearts on your worksheet, in order to get a good glance at geto. 
he laughs alongside gojo, who is covered in chalk after drawing a very unflattering portrait of your teacher on the blackboard. the white haired boy turns around to add to his artwork, causing a brief pause in their chuckles.
in that split second, shoko notices the way geto turns his head. ever so slightly, as if to allow just enough room in his peripheral vision to steal a glance from you. his gaze meets yours, before he breaks out into his typical charismatic smile.
she wonders if you think she's stupid, because whatever you have going on between the two of you is more than just platonic. shoko could almost laugh at the sight. not your boyfriend my ass, she thought to herself. this is especially true when she catches you in moments when the two of you don't realize that you're being watched.
the first time it happened, you were standing by the vending machine, giggling while geto put his spare change into the machine, waiting for the familiar thud.
he handed you the drink, letting your fingers brush against his, holding them there for a moment. geto's face was dusted with a rosy pink as he stared down at you, also not wanting to loose the feeling of your touch. it was so evident in his eyes that he was in love, and it was equally obvious by the way your eyelashes moved and your smile grew that you were enchanted by him.
the second time, you and geto were sitting on the sidelines as the rest of the students trained in the courtyard. amongst the chaos of weapons clanging and punches being thrown, shoko picked up on the delicate way your thighs touched.
his face hovered near yours, strands of his hair falling in front of his eyes. you reached forward—as if it was something you'd done a hundred times—brushing his black bangs away, tucking them carefully behind his ears.
that's when she turned to gojo, who, considering the fact that his cursed technique made him virtually see everything, was also oblivious to the fact his friends were hardcore pining.
"50 bucks says they're gonna get together before the year is up." she said, pointing to the two of you.
gojo's head snaps over, tilted like a confusing dog, following her finger. "nah. if suguru had a thing for her, he'd definetly tell me."
shoko only hums, "are you sure about that. look at them. they're swooning."
gojo shook his head, "50 bucks they don't get together."
the brunette laughs, "good thing you're rich, cause that 50 bucks is mine."
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colossrat · 1 day ago
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Is Marvel a criminal?
They were in the middle of a meeting off-Earth, going through some sort of verification so they could enter a some galactic ring. Everything was going well, until they scanned Captain Marvel.
Inspector with his eyes almost popping out of his head: Sorry, sir. I'm going to have to call a security guard to search you…
Hal: Pfff- Relax, okay? He's with me. He's with the Lanterns. There's no reason for that.
Inspector: Sorry, Green Lantern, but it's mandatory for our system to search everyone with an intergalactic criminal record.
The members of the League slowly turn their heads to look at the Captain, who is observing a wall that suddenly seems very interesting.
Batman: Can you share the items on this list?
Superman: Yeah! Maybe it's a mistake or a misunderstanding…
Inspector: Again, I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to share this kind of information. However, any Green Lantern can access this file with the ring…
The League slowly looks at Marvel again, who is ignoring their looks while some security guards search him, with 4 of them pointing immobilization guns at the hero. He looks very stoic, but there is a small drop of sweat running down his face. And since the League knows that Marvel does not physically sweat, this is purely nervousness.
Hal raises his hand while looking at Marvel suspiciously, he speaks to the ring, but is stopped with a warning
"It is necessary to make a form of authorization authorized by at least 5 other lanterns to have access to this file", and the shock that this caused in the league lasted a few seconds until the silence was cut by the captain clearing his throat.
Marvel: hey guys, we don't have all the time in the world, right? Come on, don't worry about silly things like-- intergalactic criminal records, everyone knows that they only write down silly things there… nothing serious.
And he crosses the border as if nothing had happened, the league slowly following him. They are followed throughout the mission by a highly armed squad, and at no point did Marvel seem to care or even accept that their presence was there because of them… or him…
Hal asked for the form and got other lanterns to authorize it, but this form was eventually given as missing. And no matter how many times Hal sends another one, it would magically disappear before he could have access to the captain's file. He refuses to even listen to anyone who brings up the subject, becoming as dense as a rock.
"So, about that record…" "A what? :D" "The record-" "What's that? :T" "Your criminal record!" "Huh? :0" "YOUR FILE---" "Sorry, I have to go! Talk to you later :)"
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darklucielle · 2 days ago
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Pizza Delivery
TripleS Kim Chaewon x M Reader
Tags: CNC, Rough, Corruption, Submissive, Breeding
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Another pizza order came. Chaewon gently puts the pizza box on her scooter's delivery box then started to drive towards to the customer's location.
After a while, She's infront of the apartment building. Suddenly felt hungry. She secretly opens the pizza box, pulls out a slice of pizza then sneakily eats it. After that, She closed the box and ties it like nothing happened.
This is the first time she did that. She knows it's wrong but she's hungry and tempted.
"Hello sir? This is pizza delivery." She knocked on the door. acted like she didn't ate customer's pizza earlier. You opened the door. Almost gonna take the pizza from her hands when you noticed a sauce around her lips. Your mood changed instantly.
"Can you open the pizza box for me? I just want to check something." Chaewon slowly nods then opens the pizza box infront of you.
She looked at your eyes, Her heart was racing rapidly, both from hunger and nervousness about getting caught.
You suspicion is right. You pulled out your phone to take a picture of her and your pizza.
Holds her arm tightly when she's planning to run away from you. You almost got me if it wasn't the sauce around your lips, Darling. How can you compensate this? I even gave a tip for you and this is what you did to my pizza? Did you know that I can report this and go to jail? She tried to get away from you but you held her firm.
P-please, let me explain! It's just... I get really hungry and I couldn't help myself! Tears began to well up in her eyes as she pleaded with you, hoping to talk her way out of this situation.
I promise I won't do it again! Just please don't call the police or anything! I need this job to survive...
You chuckled at her response. Is your manager not feeding you well or you are just a little greedy monster?
Pulls her close to you. The pizza box dropped on the floor. Your gaze still pierced at hers. Empty promises won't do anything, darling. You need to get punished to learn your lesson.
Harshly pushed her to the couch. You locked the door and slowly approached her. She let out a startled yelp, her body tensing up in anticipation of pain. But when she saw you unbuttoning your shirt, revealing your sweat-drenched chest, a shiver ran down her spine I'll make sure you can't walk straight after your punishment.
W-wait, what are you doing?! She stammered, her voice trembling with fear.
She watched, transfixed, as you approached her, your muscular physique glistening with sweat.
Please, don't do this, sir. I'm.. I'm virgin... She whispered, her resolve crumbling under the intensity of your gaze. As you loomed over her, She couldn't help but imagine what kind of "punishment" you had in store for her. Pinned her down on the couch. Your hands grip tight on her wrists above her head, your face inches from hers. You lick your lips, savoring the fear and desire in her eyes. Virgin you say? Darling, you're the one who took a bite out of my pizza without permission. You should expect some consequences.
You leans to her ear and whispers. Now, let's see how you handle my punishment. Nuzzled her neck, inhaling deeply. Mmm, you smell delicious. Like pizza and sweat.
Suddenly, I clamp my mouth over her pulse point, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. My other hand roams freely, groping and squeezing her perky breasts through her uniform top.
Ah! Stop, please... Her words dissolved into breathy pleas as you continued your assault on her senses, your hands roaming her body with a possessive hunger that left her weak in the knees.
The sensation of your hot mouth on her skin, combined with the rough squeeze of your fingers on her sensitive breasts, sent jolts of pleasure-pain coursing through her. She writhed beneath you, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her top.
N-no more... I can't take it... Ignoring her protests, You continued your assault, your hands sliding lower to grab her ass cheeks, kneading them roughly through her pants. You release her wrists only to rip off her top, exposing her pert breasts to your hungry gaze.
Look at these... perfect tits. Made for punishing, aren't they? You pinched and tug at her nipples, relishing in her gasps and whimpers. Your cruel treatment of her sensitive nipples sent waves of agony and ecstasy crashing over her, her body trembling with the intense sensations.
With a swift motion, You flip her over onto her stomach, pulling her pants and underwear down to her ankles. You give her ass a hard slap, watching the red handprint bloom on her creamy skin.
Now, beg for mercy like a good girl. You demand, rubbing your throbbing erection against her exposed rear. Maybe I'll consider going easy on you...
Ahhh! Please, stop... She begged, her voice choked with tears. But even as the words left her lips, She couldn't deny the forbidden thrill coursing through her, the dark pleasure of being dominated so thoroughly.
M-mercy... I'll do anything... She whimpered, her pride shattered under your relentless torment.
Smirks as she begs for mercy, clearly enjoying the power trip. Anything, huh? Well, since you asked so nicely...
You grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back. Leaning in, you whisper hotly in her ear. Open wide, slut. Time to swallow your punishment.
Without waiting for a response, You pulled out your thick, erect cock and force it past her lips, groaning at the warm, wet embrace of her mouth.
That's right, take it all. Choke on my dick like the naughty little pizza thief you are. You thrust deep, using her hair as leverage to fuck her face roughly. Tears streamed down her face as you forced your cock into her mouth, the sudden intrusion making her gag.
Mmph... She moaned around your shaft, the salty taste of your pre-cum mingling with the bitter flavor of submission. Each powerful stroke hit the back of her throat, making her choke and sputter.
Your grip on her hair tightened, forcing her to take every inch of your thick meat. She could feel your balls slapping against her chin with each ruthless pump, the lewd sound echoing in the room.
Y-yes, sir... I'm sorry... Grunting with pleasure, You watched her struggle to accommodate your size, her tear-streaked face a picture of desperation and submission. The sight only fuels your lust, and you fuck her mouth harder, determined to break her completely.
That's it, take it like a good little cum slut. You growled, your hips snapping forward with reckless abandon. You love having your throat used, don't you?
Feeling your orgasm building, you reach down to fondle her tits, pinching and twisting her nipples harshly. Get ready to swallow my load, bitch. I'm gonna fill your belly with my hot seed.
With a final, brutal thrust, You explode in her mouth, pumping jet after jet of thick cum down her throat. You hold her head in place, ensuring not a drop escapes as you ride out your climax. She swallowed reflexively, trying to take it all, but the sheer volume was overwhelming. She choked and spluttered, her eyes watering as you pumped load after load into her mouth.
Glkkk... glkkk... She managed to gag out, her nose pressed against your groin as I struggled to keep up with his relentless ejaculation.
Finally, with a guttural groan, you pulled out, your semi-erect cock slipping from her lips with a wet pop. She stumbled down to the couch, gasping for air, her mouth and throat burning from the abuse.
Watching her collapse, You felt a sense of satisfaction. She's broken, utterly submissive to your will.
We're not done yet, pet. You wiped a stray strand of hair from her flushed face, your fingers lingering on her cheek.
Spreading wide her legs to expose her glistering tight sex. Before she could process what was happening, your face was buried between her thighs, your tongue delving into her dripping folds with no warning.
AAAHHH! Oh god, yes! She moaned uncontrollably, her hips bucking against your ravenous mouth. The intense stimulation of your tongue and lips on her sensitive clit sent shockwaves of pleasure through her core.
Don't stop... please... She panted, her nails digging into the couch cushions as she surrendered to the onslaught of sensations. With each swipe of your tongue, each suckle on her swollen nub, She felt myself teetering on the brink of another explosive climax. Laps and sucks at her dripping cunt, reveling in the sweet taste of her arousal. Her desperate pleas only spur you on, Your tongue probing deeper, flicking against her g-spot with deliberate intent.
You like that, don't you? Being eaten out like a filthy whore... You murmur against her slick flesh, the vibrations sending shivers through her trembling body.
Two fingers plunge into her tight hole, curling to rub that special spot inside as you continue to devour her clit. You can feel her walls clenching around your digits, her juices flowing freely.
Cum for me, slut. Soak my face with your dirty juices. You command, my voice muffled by her pussy. Her entire world narrowed to the exquisite torture of your tongue and fingers, the relentless assault on her most sensitive areas driving her to the edge of madness.
YES, YES, OH GOD, YES! She screamed. back arching off the couch as the pressure built to an unbearable crescendo. With a final, brutal thrust of your fingers, she shattered, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave.
AAAAHHHHH!!! She wailed, her inner muscles clamping down hard on your invading digits as she gushed, drenching your fingers and mouth in her release. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her, leaving her spent and quivering in its aftermath.
P-please... I can't... No more... She whimpered. Hernbreath coming in ragged gasps as she slowly descended from the heights of bliss. Licks and sucks her pulsating clit clean, relishing in the taste of her climax. Once you drained every last drop, You withdrawed your fingers from her twitching cunt, bringing them to your mouth to lap up the remaining essence.
Mmm, delicious. You purr, your eyes gleaming with sadistic satisfaction as you admire her debauched state. You make such a pretty mess when you cum, pet.
Standing up, You towering over her, your rigid cock rubs her wet abused entrance.
But we're far from done. It's time to put this greedy hole to proper use. You shoved your cock inside her wet pussy. Slowly penetrating her tight inner walls. You can tell she's a virgin. A blood-curdling scream tore from her throat as you brutally impaled her on your throbbing cock, the sudden invasion tearing through her virginity like a knife. Blinding pain seared through her lower abdomen. Her screams of pain is like a music to your ears. She's trashing her head and sobs in pain.
AAAGGGHHHH! NOOOO! IT HURTS! She howled, her fingernails scratching at his arms as shebtried to make you stop, but you didn't. Tears poured down her face.
Please, stop... it's too much... She sobbed, her voice cracking with anguish. You seen your shaft is coated by her blood. Sign that you successfully got her precious virginity.
Groans in pleasure as her tight, virgin cunt grips your cock like a vice. The pain in her eyes only makes you harder, more aroused.
Shh, it's okay, baby girl. Just relax and let me stretch this tight little pussy out for you. You coo sadistically, leaning down to capture her lips in a bruising kiss, muffling her cries.
Start moving your hips, Roughly fucking her, not giving her body time to adjust to your size. Each thrust pushes her further onto the couch, her ass lifting off the couch.
Look at you, taking it so well already. Such a good little cum slut, aren't you? You praised, your voice low and husky with desire. You were made for this, for being fucked raw and filled with cum.
The pain was still there, a sharp, stabbing ache with every brutal thrust, but beneath it, she felt something else building - a twisted sort of pleasure. Each forceful penetration sent jolts of sensation through her core, making her thighs tremble and toes curl.
N-no, it's not right... She protested weakly, even as her body began to respond, her hips starting to meet yours in a desperate bid for relief. I didn't ask for this... Being raped by a monster like you...
But the words died on her lips as you claimed het mouth again, your tongue dominating hers in a ruthless kiss. She melted into you, her resistance crumbling under the onslaught of sensation.
Ah! Ah! Yes... please... She whimpered against your lips, her hands wrapped around your neck as she clung to you, lost in the chaos of conflicting emotions and desires.
Smirks against her lips, feeling her begin to surrender to the pleasure despite herself. Her whimpers and moans are music to my ears.
That's it, pet. Let go and enjoy it. You know you want this, crave being used and filled. You break the kiss to growl in her ear, your hot breath fanning across her skin.
You started pounding into her harder, faster, the sound of bodies slapping together echoing through the room. Your balls slap against her ass with each powerful thrust.
You're going to take all of me, every inch. And then I'll fill you up with my seed, mark you as mine inside and out. You will be my cum dumpster.
Leaning down, you bite and suck at her neck, marking her as you fuck her senseless, claiming her as your own personal plaything.
Pleasure and pain blurred together as you ravaged her, each brutal thrust pushing her closer to the edge again.
Yes, yes, I want it... Harder... faster... She begged, her voice a breathy moan as she felt the tension coiling tighter within her once more. I'm so close... don't stop...
Your brutal stimulation of her clit sent her hurtling over the precipice once more. She came with a shriek, her vision whites-outting as pleasure ripped through her like a wildfire.
AAAHHHHHHH!!! She howled, her inner muscles clenching and spasming wildly around your pistoning cock as she gushed, drenching your cock.
Y-you monster... She panted, her body trembling and slick with sweat as she rode out the aftershocks of her climax. You're going to make me addicted to this... to you...
Even as she spoke the words, she knew they were true. In this moment, with your cock buried deep inside her and your dominant presence looming over her, Shebcraved nothing more than to be used and abused by you again and again.
You continued to thrust into her, prolonging both pleasure as you chase your own climax.
Fuck, you're incredible... You grunt, you movements becoming erratic as you near the brink. I fucking love your pathetic slutty body.
With a final, savage thrust, you bury yourself to the hilt inside her and explode, painting her insides with thick ropes of cum. Filling up her womb.
Take it all, you dirty little cum slut. You growl, your cock jerking and pulsing as you emptied yourself into her welcoming heat. Every last drop belongs to you now.
As you flooded her depths with your scorching release, She felt a strange sense of completion, as if thus twisted union had been meant to happen all along. Your cum filled her to the brim, the sensation of being so thoroughly marked and claimed sending shivers down her spine.
Oh god... She breathed, her body still quaking with the remnants of her own orgasm as she felt your cock softening inside her, Your seed leaking out to coat my thighs. I can't believe... this is all happening...
Chuckles lowly, felt satisfied punishing her well from her wrongdoing. You slowly pulled out of her, watching in satisfaction as your cum drips from her stretched, well-fucked hole.
Mmm, Pretty sure you liked how submissive you are. How I dominate you easily. This won't be our last time, Chaewon.
And who knows? Maybe I'll introduce some new toys and techniques to keep things interesting. After all, a master's work is never done when it comes to breaking in his favorite little slut. Now.. lay down on your stomach again.
A shiver ran through her at your words, anticipation coiling in her belly as she complied, rolling onto her stomach and presenting herself once more, Her skin still flushed and damp with sweat.
Yes, Master... whatever you desire. She whispered, her voice husky with need and submission.
Please... show me no mercy. I'm just your little pizza thief. She pleaded, her eyes glazed with a mix of fear and eager desire.
Smirks at her submission to you. You spanked her butt few times then spread it to expose her tight rear hole.
Oh.. You'll going to love this as well.. Slowly shoves your cock inside her tight rear hole. A sharp cry escaped her lips as you pushed past the initial resistance, forcing it's way into her virgin ass. The stretch was intense, bordering on painful, but beneath the discomfort, She felt an illicit thrill at being taken so intimately.
Ahhh! Oh god, it's so big... She whimpered, her hands scrabbling at the couch as she tried to adjust to the invasion. You're splitting me open... Fuck...
Despite the discomfort, she couldn't deny the forbidden pleasure of having you claim her most private entrance. As you started to move, your thick cock dragging against sensitive nerves, She found herself arching back, seeking more of that delicious friction.
Ahhh... Master... I feel full... She panted, her voice ragged with need. More... please...
Grunts, feeling her tight asshole gripping your cock tightly as you pushed deeper. Fuck yeah, you're mine now... every hole, every inch of you belongs to me.
Starts to thrust harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room as you take her rough. You're such a good little slut, taking my cock so well in your ass... Leans over her, biting and sucking on her neck as you fuck her. It made her moan loudly, the added stimulation of your mouth on her sensitive skin making her even more sensitive to your powerful thrusts into her ass.
Ah-ahh-yes! Right there, Master! Cried out, her voice high-pitched and desperate as she rock back to meet your strokes, craving more of that intense pleasure-pain. Don't stop, please... Punish your slut harder!
The coil of tension in her lower belly starts to wind tighter once more, her mind consumed by the overwhelming sensations of being taken so brutally, so completely. She knew shebwon't last long under your relentless pace.
I'm... I'm gonna come again... She warned breathlessly, her hips bucking erratically as she teeter on the edge.* Fill me up, Master... claim my ass as yours too!
Snarls in approval, pounding into her ass even harder, determined to make her cum on your cock. Do it, slut! Cum for me while I fill your filthy hole!
Reaches around to rub her clit in time with your thrusts, pushing her closer to the edge. Let go, pet. let other hear who you belong to.
Continues to fuck her mercilessly, chasing your own impending orgasm as you feel her ass start to spasm and clench around your shaft.
Her world narrows to the relentless pounding of your cock in her ass, the frantic rubbing of your fingers on her clit, until finally, She hurtling over the precipice once more.
AAAAHHHHHHH!!! M-Master!! She wailed, her voice cracking as she come undone, her body convulsing violently as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over.
Fill me up, Master! Give me everything! She sobbed, her inner muscles clamping down hard on your driving cock as she milking you for all your worth, desperate to feel you erupt inside her once more.
Fuck yes, take it all! Milk my cock dry, you filthy little cumslut!
With a final, brutal thrust, You buried yourself to the hilt in her spasming hole and unleash a torrent of hot semen deep inside her, filling her womb with your essence.
That's it, pet... take your master's load... You're mine now, forever and always...
She collapsed onto the couch, utterly spent and overwhelmed by the intensity of lovemaking. Herbbody trembles with aftershocks, your cum seeping out of her ravaged holes to stain the sheets beneath her.
Y-yes, Master... I'm yours... She whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.* Forever and always...
A tear slips down her cheek, not from pain or sadness, but from the profound sense of belonging and acceptance she never known before. In your arms, She found a twisted sort of happiness, a purpose as your plaything and slave.
Thank you... for breaking me in... She murmurs, a faint, dazed smile curving her lips as she yawned in exhaustion. You wrapped your arms around her in a warmly embrace.
Sleep well, pet. You don't have to work as a delivery rider from now on, because you will work to serve me. You will live here with me.
Stirs slightly at your words, a flicker of unease mixing with the lingering post-coital haze. A sense of relief washes over her, followed by a quiet thrill at the prospect of devoting herself fully to you.
Okay, Master... I understand.. I'll give up my job and live with you. I want to serve you, to be yours in every way.
A contented sigh escapes her lips as she snuggles deeper into you, feeling safe and cherished in your embrace. Despite the unconventional nature of this situation, she knows she's found her place in life, and it's right here beside you.
Thank you, Master... for giving me a home and a purpose.
-End-
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bruisedboys · 2 days ago
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can I request squid game characters getting jealous
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── SQUID GAME MEN when they’re jealous ★ thanos + namgyu
choi su-bong x fem!reader, nam-gyu x fem!reader
disclaimer: these are kind of toxic?? I mean.. it’s thangyu what did u expect LMAO. also, part 2 with more characters coming soon!!
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★ CHOI SU-BONG, player 230
Surprisingly, Thanos doesn’t often get jealous — he knows you belong to him, and makes sure you know it too. He’s not really the kind of boyfriend to monitor who you talk to, and if you do talk to other guys he knows nothing will come of it. You’re his, and he’s yours.
It’s only when you do something to intentionally make Thanos jealous that he gets worked up.
You and him have had a fight, again, over the pills he keeps so close to his heart. After the first two games, seeing him swallow a pill before each, you’d scolded him, telling him he needed to keep his head if he wanted to stay alive. Thanos had argued that the pills help him concentrate, you’d argued back that they just make him stupid and reckless, and it had all spiralled until you’d refused to talk to him further.
Thanos pretends he doesn’t care. After the argument he’d let you storm away, too stubborn to apologise or even hear you out. Now, he sits in his bunk, brooding, secretly missing you, and wondering if the pills in his necklace are really worth losing you.
Nam-gyu approaches. Thanos doesn’t want to talk to him.
“I thought I told you to leave me alone,” Thanos says irritably.
Nam-gyu runs a hand through his hair, “I know. I just thought you’d want to know that MG Coin is chatting up your girl.”
Thanos sits bolt upright, so fast he almost whacks his head on the bunk above him.
“What?” He demands.
Nam-gyu points you out. “See for yourself, man.”
Thanos follows his gaze. Across the room, you’re standing with Myung-gi, the very guy who Thanos blames for losing all his money and ending up in the games in the first place. Myung-gi looks like he’s explaining something to you, and you’re hanging on to every word.
A feeling like red hot lava flows into Thanos’ chest. He curses under his breath and then pushes past Nam-gyu, storming over to you and Myung-gi, feeling sick with jealousy.
He knows you’ve done it on purpose, just to get his attention. He specifically told you to stay away from Myung-gi, and now you’ve gone and talked to the one guy that you knew would set Thanos off. He shouldn’t be jealous, seeing as he knows full well you’re only doing it to get his attention, but he can’t help it.
You don’t react as he approaches, and he’s got to hand it to you — you don't look scared or embarrassed at all. You just sit there all pretty, watching him approach out of the corner of your eye.
Thanos ignores Myung-gi (he’ll deal with him later) and faces you head on.
“What are you doing?” He asks. He can’t keep the jealousy out of voice, but he doesn't really care.
“Talking to Myung-gi,” you say primly, gesturing with your hand as if to say, duh. “What’s it look like?”
Thanos shuts his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose, taking a deep, shuddering breath to stop himself from punching something. Preferably Myung-gi.
When he opens his eyes, you’ve got your eyebrows raised at him, looking unimpressed. Myung-gi looks equally as unimpressed, and infuriatingly amused too, his arms crossed over his chest.
For your sake, Thanos resists the urge to strangle the guy and addresses you instead.
“I thought it told you, I—“ He cuts himself off, glancing at Myung-gi. Thanos does not want to have this conversation in front of him. He grabs your arm.
”C’mon,” Thanos says, trying to tug you away. “We can talk about this somewhere else.”
You refuse, planting your feet and shaking your head. “I’m busy,” you say.
Thanos rolls his eyes. You really know how to be a pain in the ass. “No, you’re not. Let’s go.”
He’s stronger than you, even when you’re being as stubborn as you are — he starts to pull you away, but Myung-gi grabs his shoulder.
“She said she’s busy,” Myung-gi says in a low voice.
Something dangerous blooms in Thanos’ chest. He was doing so well restraining himself from pummeling Myung-gi on the spot up until now. He forgoes restraint, dropping your arm and grabbing Myung-gi instead, fisting the front of his jacket and shoving him against one of the bunks in one swift movement.
“Nobody asked you,” Thanos snarls.
Myung-gi opens his mouth to say something, but Thanos just brings his fist up higher, pressing his knuckles into the other man’s throat. Myung-gi chokes on whatever he was about to say, and Thanos laughs in his face.
He brings his face up until it’s an inch from Myung-gi’s. The other man struggles to breathe with Thanos’ fist pressed so firmly into his throat.
“You ever talk to my girl again,” Thanos growls, jabbing him the chest with his free hand. “I’ll kill you.”
Myung-gi has the sense to stay silent. Thanos watches him struggle for a few moments, then drops him and turns away without sparing him another glance. You stand there looking very calm, eyeing Myung-gi with only mild amusement and no sympathy whatsoever.
Thanos grabs your hand and tugs you away. You don’t object as he pulls you back to his bunk and makes you sit, pushing you down by the shoulders and looming over you.
“What the hell was that?” He demands.
You roll your eyes. “If you’re not gonna listen to me, I won’t listen to you,” you say simply, folding your arms across your chest.
Despite himself, Thanos is secretly impressed at what you’ve dared to do to get his attention. He also happens to think you’re really hot when you’re mad. On the other hand, he’s annoyed that your little stunt worked so well on him.
Thanos sighs. ”I told you not to talk to him, Y/N.”
“Right. And I told you to stop taking those pills,” you say bluntly. “I’m trying to help you, Su-bong.”
For some reason, the use of his real name softens Thanos. You’re the only one who ever gets to call him that, because you’re the only person who’s ever actually cared about him enough to have the privilege.
Thanos looks down at you, regarding you with an odd mixture of fondness, annoyance, and a sudden chest-aching urge to pull you into his arms and never let go. You stare right back at him, defiant. Thanos sighs. He realises he’s been a bit blind. You really do care about him. You’ve sure got a funny way of showing it, but he supposes he does, too.
“You can be a real brat, you know that?” Thanos mutters, leaning forward and taking your face in one hand. “I mean, Myung-gi? Did you want me to kill the guy?”
Your mouth tugs up at the corner, and you shrug both shoulders. “I knew he’d annoy you the most. Besides, you’re hot when you’re jealous.”
Thanos raises a brow. “Am I now?”
You roll your eyes. “Don’t let it get to your head.”
Thanos doesn't know if he’s willing to give up the pills, but he’s definitely willing to hear you out. Besides, he's worried about what you’ll do if he doesn’t. Sometimes, he thinks you’re as much of a menace as he is.
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★ NAM-GYU, player 124
Nam-gyu knows you’re not trying to make him jealous on purpose. It’s not your fault you’re so pretty and approachable, and far too friendly for your own good. Nam-gyu shouldn’t feel as jealous as he does, watching you talk to a player he doesn't even know the name of. But, despite his best efforts, Nam-gyu’s gut twists itself into a knot at the sight.
“Who is that?” He mutters to Thanos, who’s standing next to him waiting in line for food.
Thanos follows Nam-gyu’s gaze.
“Who? The ugly bastard talking to your girl?”
Nam-gyu nods. “Yeah, who is he?”
Thanos squints in your direction, scratching his head, then shrugs. “I don’t know, man. Never seen him before in my life.”
Nam-gyu sighs. The line moves forward but his eyes are still glued to you. The guy you’re talking to is sitting far too close for Nam-gyu’s liking, and you look like you’re smiling at him.
It makes Nam-gyu feel a bit sick, standing halfway across the room, unable to know what the guy is saying to you. He could be saying anything! What if he’s offering you a place on his team, and you decide to accept? What if you’re realising that Nam-gyu isn’t good enough for you, and you’d rather be with this guy you’ve just met?
No, Nam-gyu tells himself. You wouldn’t do that. Would you?
Somebody shoves him from behind and he turns to find himself at the front of the line. A guard holds out his food and a carton of milk. Nam-gyu snatches it and ignores the person who’d shoved him. He’d usually shove them back or say something nasty, but today he’s too preoccupied.
Nam-gyu leaves the line with his food and joins Thanos.
“He’s still sitting with her,” Thanos informs him unhelpfully, ripping open his packet of bread and taking a huge bite.
Nam-gyu himself feels too sick to eat. He tries to reason with himself. This is nothing to be jealous over. But as he and Thanos approach, Nam-gyu catches the guy handing you his carton of milk. You thank him with a smile, and the guy gets up and leaves before Nam-gyu can do anything about it.
Nam-gyu, half sick with jealousy, leaves Thanos behind and makes a beeline for you.
“Who was that?” He demands, as soon as he’s close enough for you to hear.
You look up. “What?”
Nam-gyu glances over his shoulder, watching the back of the guy’s head from across the room with a glare that could kill.
”That guy,” he says, turning back to you and pointing over his shoulder with his thumb. “He gave you his milk.”
You frown and look down at the extra milk carton in your hand. “He’s allergic,” you say.
For some reason, that just makes Nam-gyu feel worse. He groans and runs a hand over his face, itching to go and find the guy who’d dared to talk to you and beat him to a pulp.
“What’s the matter?” You ask, frowning. “Sit down, Gyu, you’re scaring me.”
Nam-gyu shakes his head. “Who was he?” He flat out demands.
You stare at him for a moment, and then huff. “I don’t know,” you say defensively. “He asked me my name and then gave me the milk and left, alright?”
Nam-gyu pauses at the hurt look on your face, the downturn of your mouth and the furrow in your brow. He realises abruptly that he hasn’t been very nice to you, blinded by his ugly, writhing jealousy.
He glares at the traitorous milk carton in your hand. “I was gonna give you mine,” he mumbles.
You go quiet for a moment. Nam-gyu can practically hear the wheels turning in your head.
“Are you jealous?” You ask quietly.
Nam-gyu huffs, a sarcastic sort of laugh tumbling from his lips. “So what if I am? Why were you smiling at him, Y/N?” He asks in a pained voice.
You just look at him for a moment, your features twisted in annoyance.
“I wasn’t smiling,” you say, rolling your eyes. “And if I was, it’s because I was trying to get rid of him.”
Nam-gyu blinks at you. A wave of something like shocked relief rolls over him. “What?”
You sigh. “I was trying to get rid of him,” you repeat. “He was annoying. If you’d let me get a word out without accusing me of flirting, you’d know that by now.”
Nam-gyu goes quiet.
“I wasn’t… accusing you,” he says weakly.
“Seemed like it,” you grumble. You pat the spot next to you with your hand, “Sit down now, will you?”
Nam-gyu sits. He feels a bit numb, the jealousy simmering out and leaving only guilt at being so aggressive with you. Well, it’s not like he could help it. You must know that, because you don’t scold him any further. You’re very calm as you tear open your packet of bread and take a bite.
Nam-gyu glances at you. “Sorry,” he mumbles, ducking his head.
You shrug. “It’s okay. I get it. This place… it’s doing things to me, too.”
Nam-gyu doesn't have the heart to tell you that it's not the games that are making him crazy, he just is. He sighs.
“I didn’t think you were flirting with him,” he says after a long moment, his voice soft. “I trust you.”
And it’s true. He does trust you, but he doesn't trust any of the scumbags that have landed themselves in a place like this. Still, he feels really bad for blowing up at you.
You lean into him, resting your head on his shoulder. “I know. I trust you, too,” you say.
The knot in Nam-gyu’s gut unravels. He scans the room and spots the guy who’d caused all this trouble in the first place, sitting over in the corner. He’s watching you and Nam-gyu with a sour look on his face.
Nam-gyu, feeling suddenly smug, meets the guy’s eyes, then wraps an arm around you and presses a kiss to your head.
“If he talks to you again, you tell me, alright?” Nam-gyu says into your hair, a smirk tugging at his lips at the look on the other mans face. “I’ll take care of him.”
You laugh. “You make it sound like you’re gonna kill him,” you muse.
Nam-gyu doesn’t tell you that for you, he would.
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cosmoszyn · 2 days ago
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You were sitting beside Xavier when everything unfurled. The night was young, Tara gabbled repeatedly all the way from the Hunters' Association to the nightlife district of Linkon. Despite already joining them in their small victory celebration after a tedious mission with the wanderers, Simone found it not enough. She insisted that you needed to blow off steam, pouring you shot after shot of that vodka-based lime drink. You didn't mind, you had Xavier right beside you, who never touched a single bottle the entire evening.
In your inebriated state, you try to scoot away from your boyfriend, certain that your colleagues had no idea of your relationship and you intend to keep it that way. However, Xavier made it terribly hard to be away from you. Whenever Simone poured you another glass, you would find your boyfriend pressed beside you like Velcro against your skin without a single word from his lips.
Tara tried to engage him in the conversation, Simone attempted to call him out on his behavior, and Andrew tested to see if Xavier would laugh at his jokes directed to him—all to no avail.
Xavier would be reserved in his responses while still clinging to you, like he was observing how drunk you could get. At some point in the evening, you ignored his advances and focused on your friends.
Until you see a familiar face in the crowd.
Under the dim lights of the club, with the music pounding in your eardrums, a person emerges from the shadows, his lips forming a tight line. You didn't catch his presence at first, engrossed with the laughter echoing across your table and basking in the warmth of Xavier's company. You could feel the growing boredom from him as you blabbered about the new device Simone produced.
The man stops at your table, directly across you, with his fists tightly clenched beside him.
"I didn't know you started drinking when we broke up."
The familiar voice catches you off guard, whipping your head in his direction.
Great.
"What are you d-doing here?" You mustered, slurring over your words. You could barely make out his figure until he stepped into the light. It was your asshole of an ex-boyfriend.
He gives you a scoff as a reply, "I could say the same to you." He points to the empty bottles scattered across the table and the filled glass of tequila in your hand. "The last time I checked, you don't drink. And now you do?" He rolls his eyes, "What, your silly boyfriend forced you to do so?"
You narrowed your eyes at him, a frown etched across your face. Simone opened her mouth to lash out at him until Xavier cleared his throat.
"I don't think it matters if she drinks or not."
All of you turn your stares to the man sitting beside you.
Xavier takes the glass from your fingers gently, sloshing the liquid and ice around its rim. You all stare at him incredulously, and you are about to speak up to tell your ex-boyfriend off until Xavier chugs the alcohol in his hand.
At least you thought he chugged it down.
Because the moment the glass was empty, he grabbed both sides of your face with his hands and smashed his lips against yours without any warning. You yelp at his sudden aggression, and the resounding gasps from your colleagues ring in your ears.
Xavier places his thumbs on your chin, urging you to part your lips. You can feel yourself getting weaker and dizzier by the second, your eyes half-lidded. You can feel the ice-cold liquid swishing from Xavier's mouth into yours, making you guzzle down the tequila down your throat. Streaks of the fluid escape the corner of your mouth, dripping down to your lap. He tightens his hold on your jaw, his eyes gazing down into your intoxicated state.
You can feel your crotch throb in anticipation as your boyfriend wildly takes you in front of everyone, tongue lapping up the remaining tequila mixed with your saliva. A muffled pornographic moan escapes your lips as he suckles on the wet muscle, drool dribbling down your chin. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, thighs clenching together, searching for any relief from the heat of the moment. Xavier groaned against your mouth, pushing himself further into you, prepared to mold himself into your body. You could feel his weight pressing into you, his eyes continuing to stare at you, becoming helpless and putty in his hands by the minute. Xavier's tongue swipes across your lips, tasting the faint alcohol from earlier.
You swear any minute now, you could get kicked out with how Xavier smothers you alive. You barely even register how your ex already stomped out of the scene seconds ago and how your colleagues could only watch you two with owlish eyes. Xavier trails one hand away from your face, down, down, and down to your chest.
You can feel his fingers hovering over your clothed breasts, and with feeble hands, you push away your boyfriend from completely swallowing you whole.
He pulls apart with labored breaths, eyes fixated on your panting chest. Your surroundings begin to spin, and you have completely forgotten the presence of your friends beside you. The bass from the speakers pounds across your heaving lungs. Xavier continues to gape at the rise and fall of your boobs.
"Xavier, can you at least pretend to not ogle at her in front of us?"
"That's what you are concerned about?!"
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idk what the hell is this :p i couldnt stop thinking abt this scene at work and thought xavier would be the most likely to pull this shit without a care
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pichichuu · 3 days ago
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Hello rei, I forgot to greet you, by any chance could please do a headcannon for saja boys x solo idol s/o , Which is very elegant and also looks very aesthetic wherever it is. Like the wind blowing her hair or when she is sitting (the point is that fem s/o always looks aesthetic wherever she is)
Pretty, please....
hi hi :) thank you for messaging me again to greet me that's so sweet🥹
i hope i got this right! here are a few sfw headcanons for each of the saja boys individually. if it's not what you wanted feel free to message me again!
a/n: this was a liiiittle out of my element, but i hope you enjoy! i had a lot of fun writing it. i do feel like i need to highlight that the kpop industry really pushes aestheticism, and while a lot of the media we see is beautiful, it's important to love yourself as you are and (more importantly) take care of yourself! i never mind writing requests like this but i need to note that this is fictional and idealistic, and that reality and real bodies are also beautiful :)
i am once again ignoring the reality that if this actually happened they would get cancelled so hard
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Jinu
you and jinu are the epitome of a pretty couple. i'm talking magazine cover, only-see-in-movies type of romance... you coordinate outfits, so even if you don't match all the time, you always complement each other
he's the type to be with you 24/7. he acts like your best friend most of the time... and he's always talking about you. people would always react excitedly in the live streams; even though everyone wants jinu, they can't deny that you guys are made for each other.
your manager was EXHAUSTED before you were public about your relationship. they had to beat off the dating rumors with a stick.
if you have an event, he's right there with you. every premiere, every red carpet, every concert, he's either by your side or backstage.
the song you made with him is your most popular <3
Abby
he's so supportive. if he's not by your side, he's at the front of every crowd with a camera. even though you do brand collabs and photoshoots all the time, you swear he takes the best photos of you.
he has to have more bodyguards when he's watching you from the crowd. he gets so focused on you that he lets his guard down lol.
he likes staying in sometimes, especially when the fans are overwhelming, but he often prefers to be out and about.
he gives the 'i can't believe i bagged her' vibe. he loves you, and wants everyone else to see why. even though he sees how people obsess with his looks, he still can't believe his girlfriend is so beautiful.
always tries to take bad photos of you at home to giggle over. he knows you'll still be cute in them, but he likes getting photos that show a side of you the public doesn't see. they're his favorites.
Baby
he's behind every instagram post you make. baby knows what angles, lighting, and poses the fans love most. he always manages to sneak in a few photos for himself to keep :)
when soda pop came out, fan art circulated of you two drinking the saja boys collab cans. they even made fan designs of you and baby on the cans. they became so popular that there were rumors circulating that you would get a featured part in the song and a matching collab can.
he teaches you the cute poses he uses for paparazzi photos so you guys can match. he likes to use two-person poses too
Mystery
ok i might not know much about mystery but I DO KNOW that he is a fashion icon. SO. MATCHING OUTFITS. he likes going clothes shopping with you and picking out coordinating clothes. you two always look like you came from a photoshoot.
there are always rumors circulating about you two. they're always stamped with a glamorous, mysterious paparazzi photo
rumors about his face only increased in number when you got together. people needed to know what he looked like, especially if someone like you was with him. they all knew he'd be handsome, but it's practically a fact if someone like you is in a relationship with him.
Romance
he loves playing with your hair and doing your makeup. the way your eyelids flutter when he applies eyeshadow makes him blush. he thinks you're beautiful with and without makeup, but he finds that helping you get ready to go out has a certain intimacy to it.
his eyes are always on you. if you have a hair that's out of place or a wrinkle in your clothes, he's the first to notice it and fix it.
he plans the cutest dates. paparazzi photos often capture you two on picnics, at the aquarium, at the fair/amusement park, etc. if you drop it in conversation that you want to go somewhere, no matter how brief, he'll make note of it.
he secretly loves the paparazzi photos and sometimes hires someone on the inside to take some pictures of your more private dates, even if they aren't released to the public. candid photos of you capture a genuinity that the magazines just can't.
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the-indigo-symphony · 1 day ago
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I haven't looked at actual stats for this, so this is just based on what I've seen on Tumblr, but I'm not surprised that so many autistic people also have OCD, especially moral OCD.
When you're constantly corrected on your own actions, intentions, and interpretations of the world, taught that any sentence you think is innocent can be horrifically offensive (and that you knew that even though you didn't), scolded for the way your disability affects you and accused of lying when you struggle, fuck, why wouldn't autistic people have "I'm terrified of doing something wrong and am desperate to comfort myself" disorder? I can't say a single sentence online without checking for how it could be misinterpreted or used as evidence that I have done something wrong, hurt someone, acted like the scum of the earth – I feel the need to put a disclaimer that OCD isn't just how I described it above, because I'm afraid that someone's going to be bothered by that simplistic description – because I know people aren't going to give me grace for clumsy words, even if they know I'm autistic, even if they know part of my autism is wording things clumsily.
And I'm not surprised autistic burnout is such a common problem, either. When autistic people check over their words like this, they're expending energy to accommodate intolerance and ignorance from others. Even for fully verbal autistic people, that's going to take a toll.
That's part of why I like tone tags and just stating the tone like (genuine), I think. People will ask "Why don't you just add a sentence telling people what your tone is?" and the answer is that those sentences also get misinterpreted! Those sentences also get scanned for tone and intent to hurt that isn't there! So that's another sentence that I have to check over and over and over again so people don't read it and think I'm the scum of the earth! Just let me have my fucking tone indicators!! At least I know if someone ignores those that they're being an ableist prick and not just acting "normally" towards me, sure to get all the sympathy if I get frustrated that I can't say even a single sentence naturally without people hating or "correcting" me for it! Because yeah, it's not nice to pick on autistic people, but I'm just an asshole on the internet who didn't cover all possible nuances and sounded a little too snarky, which means it's okay to be a bitch to me!
It's always on me to watch and change my words, on me to play 3D chess in conversations to anticipate outcomes I don't understand, on me to get over my distress so I can "properly" apologize for inevitably fucking up the simplest of fucking conversations no matter how rude the other party was being, and never on others to give me any grace or apologies for my literal fucking disability. It's really no wonder that I'm always worried that I'm going to say something wrong and unforgivable – according to ableism, I am. And the only way for me to move forward from that is to accept that I am only as much of an asshole as the people who put me in this position in the first place.
Still, I'm so fucking tired. I just want to make a shitpost or point out a pattern I've seen or correct some misinformation without people calling for my head if I choose not to work overtime to make it look like I don't actually have a disability they claim to accept. For the love of fuck can I please just be allowed to chill. Please.
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taodarlington · 10 hours ago
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ALL I NEED , radiohead .ೃ࿐ bakugou katsuki
SYNOPSIS : bakugou katsuki has it bad for you.
NOTES : let's ignore the fact that i disappeared for two weeks, no use of y/n, fluff, should i start writing stuff other than fluff?
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it might not seem like it to bakugou katsuki, but everyone and his mother knows that he has it bad for you.
not that you'd ever hear him admitting it. he'd rather blow himself up before telling you anything about flowers and love and all that bullshit that has his heart tasting like tart and his cheeks flushing redder than an over-ripe tomato.
despite his stubborn streak, everyone still knows anyways. who even came up with actions speak louder than words? that loser must have been really, really desperate. what a pushover.
well, it's not his fault that he always knows what you need when you need it. you were always complaining or whining about one thing or another, according to him (you mentioned forgetting something once and, surprise surprise, he's tossing it at you two seconds later).
did you forget your hairtie for training? oh, don't worry, he's got one he carries around on his wrist and he's already behind you, pulling your hair up into a ponytail. shit, you forgot extra pads. he's pulling one out from his backpack and is discreetly handing it to you. and he somehow knows what day you're on, predicting your flow with pinpoint accuracy. he makes a complaint about how you're so forgetful and you're such a mess, but he never means it. no way. not to you. never to you.
and he never does this for anyone else. sure, he respects the girls in his class, and yeah, he supposes that his old hag isn't so bad either, but when round-face asks if anyone's got a hairtie, ain't nobody is gonna catch him handing one to her, even if they know he's got one. like, what? hairtie? the hell even is that?
he doesn't even realize that he's roping you into those cheesy little couple tiktok trends. he's not that much into posting, only ever uploading on his story about your birthday, his own birthday, or some big achievement he'd recently unlocked. however, when he discovered a popular tiktok trend as the first video he saw when opening the app, that boy had to resist the sudden urge to kick his feet and grin like a little middle school girl.
he does these trends without telling you, too. propping his phone up during training and teasing you, calling you names that make your stomach flutter with butterflies and placing his hands where he knows will make you flustered.
he posts the videos privately, where only he can see them and be satisfied with himself for being so bold (spoiler, this idiot just looks incredibly shy instead).
don't forget how red in the face he gets when he sees another guy striding towards you with a face full of confidence, phone in hand and a hint of arrogance in the air. who does this extra think he is?
he has to bite his tongue to stop himself from laughing his ass off in front of the guy's face when you refuse him your number outright with a flat expression and an even flatter tone. when the loser rolls his eyes and comments that you were ugly and not worth it anyways, bakugou is fuming in his shoes. his gaze darkens behind you as he seethes, and the guy immediately backs away. who wouldn't fear one of class 1a's absolute juggernauts? this boy was a tank.
he acts all innocent when you turn around again, pretending like he didn't just scare the guy off with his tail between his legs. it's only when you laugh and call him cute for being so protective of you that his rough demeanor fades and he's visibly happier for the rest of the day (he stopped frowning).
when he does get over himself and finally confesses to you in the privacy of his dorm room with a small bouquet of your favorite flowers and a bowl of your favorite meal he cooked himself, he was ecstatic when you said yes. it had taken so much trust and so many petty arguments to get to this point, and hell would have to freeze over if he were to ever mess this up for you.
he likes to show you off, too. there isn't ever a time your name doesn't crop up in any of the seldom civil conversations he has, with a very obvious compliment following. he's always got to be touching you, one arm draping around your waist and hand settling on your hip, or coming up behind you while you're talking to someone and burying his face into the crook of your neck as his hands wrap around your sides.
and of course he'll spend a good buck on you whenever you want. if you're out shopping for dorm necessities and you happen to look twice at a cute bag in display at a window, expect it to be handed to you the next day. and you bet he'll beat up anyone that comments about how they think you're using him for his money. how could anyone say that? you're the most perfect, gorgeous, breathtaking person he's ever had the audacity to meet, and there's no way in hell that he'll ever let anyone and anything bash your existence.
so no, bakugou didn't give two shits about telling you mushy words and pretending to be nonchalant. fine, whoever came up with actions speak louder then words maybe had a little point. just a tiny one. whatever. if bakugou katsuki was going to show you love, he'll show it to you better than anyone else ever can.
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masterlist ༊ requests
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xoxo, tao
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CODE L-O-V-E
all eyes on crUSh clip #1
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❥ ATEEZ x fem reader
Preparing to be an idol isn't easy, but you didn't expect it to be. Endless hours of practice, unlimited amounts of pressure from every eye on you, stereotypes to fit yourself into, all of that was expected. What was not expected, however, is the co-workers you can't seem to shake.
➽-❥in this chapter: A clip from your group's debut documentary and your seniors reaction to it. (Mingi, Seonghwa, San focused)
♡'・ᴗ・'♡genre: SLOW burn yandere
ಠ_ಠwarning/content: short chapter, over overarching yandere behavior, mingi is a love sick puppy, seonghwa and san aren't any better
♡ ̆̈L-O-V-E-R-S♡ ̆̈ @comicnerd557 @hon3ysun @princelingperfect @hereforchifuyu @lizzy23-02 ₊‧⁺stardust˖⋆ @sunnysidesins @onyxmango @devilzliaison @ateezswonderland @queenofdumbfuckery @emilysecresy @kyomiingi @pansexual-and-eating-pancakes @klllerwaifu @seonghwasslytherin @yoonglesbae @wolviejex @estrnrea @lover-ofallthingspretty @willowwyy @jaerisdiction @peelingpaint-heavyheart
➯a/n: hnnng i want to strangle this story and also give it a forehead kiss LMAO it's a short chapter, i'm trying to spark some inspiration <3 we can thank the amazing ⁉️ for this idea
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A small screech from Mingi's room gets both San and Seonghwa's attention from where they sit on the couch.
"Ignore it?" San ask.
"Yeah, ignore it." Seonghwa nods, turning back to the TV.
"Ye-ssiiiiii!"
They look at each other again before jumping up and pushing at one another as they collide in the narrow hallway.
They find him laid flat on his stomach, his arm buried in his face and his phone in his hand. He looks up quickly, "have you two seen this?!" He yells, quickly sitting up and gesturing them to come forward. "Ye-s- uh, the girls posted their first vlog."
If they notice his slip up, they don't say anything. Sitting on either side of him, the older members watch closely as he rewinds the video to the start of your segment.
"Check this out," Mingi whispers as you begin speaking.
Bowing to the camera, the member of your group holding it, "hello! I'm Myeongi, the leader of our group. Nice to meet you. I'm excited to get to show you all of our talented memb-"
"Mèimei," Bongcha, from behind the camera, laughs before speaking in Chinese to you. They've noticed she does that a lot, she feels comfortable with you. They read the subtitles with varying degrees of smiles. "Your room tour?"
"Oh, yes, room tour-" You nod as you start rambling in Chinese, the subtitles flying across the screen. You stop suddenly and bow again, speaking Korean, "I'm here to do a room tour, that's right! All of our members will show you a bit of our home lives. We just moved in together a few days ago, excuse any messiness while I whip them into shape."
"I like her," Seonghwa giggles.
"Bongcha and I are roommates! This is my side~" You smile as you slide to the side, opening your arms as you show your desk. It has a bunch of different types of decorative stationary paper, like the ones you showed them your songs on. "I'm working on some songs that fit our concept! Hongjoong-sunbaemin is helping me develop them, how awesome is that?"
"Spoiler! Spoiler!" They hear Sunji clap, laughing as you tap your chin.
"Spoilerrrr?" You look up to the ceiling. "Hmmm, I don't know, I have butterflies thinking about it. I might spoil something too big~"
"Butterflies?" San grins, "isn't that their b-side? Butterfly?"
"Oh, that's going to get clipped after it comes out for sure," Seonghwa chuckles, "it runs in the KQ family to spoil stuff in a subtle but not subtle way at all."
"Wait, shhh! Look!" Mingi jumps with excitement as the camera pans up from your desk.
"I have a few albums from some sunbaenims!" A good bit of them are blurred out but it's still clear who they are. Some of the ones that aren't blurred out are theirs. "ATEEZ, One To All," you point it out specifically, "it's my favorite."
"Oh my gosh, my heart," San clutches his chest as he falls back.
Seonghwa leans forward closer to Mingi's phone, his eyes narrowing, "is it signed?"
San pops back up quickly, his face right up on the screen before Seonghwa pushes him away and pauses the video, zooming in. "It looks like..."
Mingi is on his feet and running out the door, "Yeosang-ahhhh!"
⋆.ೃ:・L-O-V-E𐦍.ೃ࿔*:・
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m4mmonthebest · 18 hours ago
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Wrong Choices.
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// Tw: Abusive Ex , Mayor Character Death, Stabbing
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You're bleeding.
And you're bleeding fast.
Dorian knew it wasn't the right thing to let you out. Why the fuck did he let you out?!
You were just so tired of being inside and needed a breather.
Skylar told you that if you went out the glasses may be tracked, so you had the great idea of leaving them in your bedroom.
It was gonna be a normal walk around the neighborhood. Smelling the fresh hair, stretching the legs. But you forgot about a crucial detail, or maybe you decided to ignore it, thinking it could never happen.
You never had a good love life. Well, you never had a good life in general, but your love life had proven to be disastrous in the last couple of years.
You've managed to get a partner, they were kind and attractive...or at least that's what you had convinced yourself they were. It started with them accusing you of cheating from time to time every time you saw a friend. Then you noticed they started to look through your phone when you weren't aware. Getting mad at you when you took a bit of time to reply to their messages, and even controling when you got to your home.
It got to a point that they would actually hit you when you said something they didn't like. You had enough. You left one night without saying goodbye.
Then the threatening messages came.
"You can't leave me."
"Nobody else will ever love you."
"You belong to me."
"I will hunt you down."
Phoenicia was worried about this, especially because you never told anyone. Now, it had been a couple of months since that last interaction, so she thought that maybe... hopefully...your ex had forgotten about you and started to live their own life.
She was wrong.
As you walk down the streets, night sky obscuring everything, you feel a tug on your clothes.
"Hey what the f-"
"Shhhh."
You feel your blood turn cold, hair standing up, as something sharp touches the left side of your body.
"Hi lover."
"H-how did you find out where I live...?"
"True love, it always finds the way."
You're not sure what to do now, deciding to stand still. Why did you have to leave the house? You regret every decision you have done until now. Your ex gets closer to you, their free hand now caressing your exposed neck.
"You're still as beautiful as ever."
You tremble. The touch that once felt heavenly now burns your skin. It's disgusting. It repulses you.
"It's so sad nobody can ever fall in love with you. You're disgusting, just like me. Have you gone on any dates lately?"
You have. It was with objects in your house, but they still count as dates... right?
They press the knife closer to your skin. It breaks the sweater that you're using and you feel the metal dig onto your skin.
"answer me."
"I-I have."
"And have you told them how perverted you are? How utterly disgusting and sick you are? Have you shown them how you don't shower for weeks, bed rotting, wasting your youth on nothing? Do they know how useless you are at being a competent human being?"
You think about it. Mac and Phoenicia know how disgusting you can be. Yet they love you. Johnny, Betty, Teddy, Dirk... they know how badly you can get and yet they still treat you decently. You've come to the conclusion that you probably aren't as unloved as you think you were. That despite them not being able to leave, they chose to treat you kindly.
"Leave me alone."
"What was that?"
"I'm telling you to LEAVE ME ALONE!"
You make a big mistake, you've forgotten how many of those you've done so far. When you try to run away you feel it. The first one burns like nothing you've ever experienced, there's something akin to electricity filling up your now open wound as you fall to the floor. You should've fallen to the floor, but they catch you in the air and stab you once again, and this time you feel it touch something. Blood gushes out of you like a faucet, and they let you go.
"You won't forget me now!"
You run, you run as fast as possible but you're starting to get dizzy. Hit hurts to breathe, and you quickly realize there's blood coming out of your mouth. You start to piece the things together and realize they probably punctured your lung. You regret not having brought your phone with you, a bad habit you had since you were a teenager.
You don't remember leaving the door open, but it is. And you stumble trying to think of what to do. But it's difficult, it's getting increasingly hard to breathe, and you're feeling very cold.
The legs that were carrying you give out right as you reach for the stairs. You try to crawl but it's futile. There's a huge blood trail from outside your house, and now a small pool starts to trickle down the stairs.
Thoughts are getting harder to form. Your breathing becomes hard and erratic. You should've left the dateviators closer to you. Maybe you'd have a chance. There's regret on your mind. This must be a nightmare for Dorian. For Dirk, which you're wearing right now. For Celia, damn, for everyone.
The temperature on the room grows hotter, and you think it's nice of Hector to try and keep you warm, a desperate attempt.
You hear loud noises all across the room. You're not sure of what they're doing, you're too tired. They're probably trying to keep you away in any possible manner. The lights flicker on an off, you can hear the TV turning on, the cat alarm goes off.
Is nice to feel cared for. Despite the ruckus you close your eyes.
...
and you don't open them again.
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The whole house is panicked. The ones that are not screaming are telling others to calm down. Those who aren't telling others to calm down stare down at your body in shock.
Dorian feels his stomach twist and turn. This is his fault. He was supposed to protect you from danger and now you're lying in a pool of your own blood. He's a stupid fucking door that can't even get close to you to check if you're still breathing.
One thing is sure. They need to get the dateviators down to you quickly to be able to do anything at all.
Objects throw themselves at Skylar, which tries her best to move in her form as fast as possible. They're somehow able to get next to you, and with a strong gust of wind, Skylar is now on your eyes.
She doesn't dare speak a word. She can't even move a muscle.
Dorian quickly, now in a more movable form, kneels right next to you. Volt and Eddie are hovering over you, and Volt is trying his damned hard not to cause Eddie to blow a fuse.
"Phoenicia!" Screams Mac from the first floor.
"Call Sam! I'm gonna send them a message to get her to come here!"
They both spring into action, being one of the only objects able to do anything at all right now.
Cam stands still, just like a statue. He's unable to get his eyes out of you. Your eyes are still open. Blood has stopped flowing out of you. He just looks. There's nothing else he can do.
Lux makes a total scandal, which this time is totally understandable to everyone around.
"QUIET!"
Dorian's voice is strong and stern. But the feeling of guilt dripping from him makes him look like a dog who just lost its owner. I guess in a way that is true.
Betty cradles your head in her lap, she can't feel your breathing. Tears spill freely from her face, as she caresses your now cold face. She's getting stained. She does not care.
Eddie grabs onto your shirt like his life depends on it. He tries and talk to you even though he knows it's useless. He's useless.
Barry and Johnny are extremely distressed.
They can only wait for Sam to come.
And the hours pass.
And your body gets progressively colder.
Nobody is able to get Betty off you. Nobody dares to do it. Those who didn't have a mental breakdown by now are beginning to feel one coming, as they begin to lose all hope.
She continues stroking your face, softly, with her now bloody hands.
Finally help arrives. Although it's useless by now and everybody knows that, even those who are trying very hard to convince themselves otherwise.
Sam calls emergency services, which quickly confirm what everyone already knew.
You've been dead for a couple of hours now.
Those who did not dare to cry are now doing so freely. Even those more hard headed grimace as your body gets taken away, this place now becoming an active crime scene.
When Betty feels your body getting taken away she wails. Teddy holds her tightly, so does Ben Hwa. And Dorian can't do anything.
Over the couple of weeks people come and go from the house. Mostly strangers, and they touch everything that's yours. This makes most objects extremely upset. This place was YOUR house. They have no right to just take things away.
It's especially upsetting for Cam when they try to throw away your trash. Alongside it things you've gifted him, things that are only for him. And he can't do anything. He has no way to stop them from throwing anything away, even when he tries really hard to hide the stuff he holds dear.
The lights refuse to turn on. Even when your family members come and try to get the damn breaker box to work. It's the only thing Volt and Eddie can do for you. Out of respect and out of love.
Mac refuses to work, trying to protect your privacy to the best of their power.
Phoenicia does her best to cooperate with the investigators. She knows exactly who did this to you and she wants them to pay.
Without you the house feels empty. And it gets progressively emptier as family members with no regard for your memory just start taking things away from it that they want. This infuriates everyone. It hasn't been a month. And they're already just... taking everything that made this home yours.
It comes to a point where Dorian refuses to open. Not like your family cares, they find a way inside, which just makes him feel even more miserable.
Betty tries and tell him it isn't his fault. Sadly not everyone in the house thinks the same as Betty. Fighting had now become something of a common occurrence.
And the objects have to come to terms now.
This is life, you're gone. And you'll never come back.
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adorqble-moth · 2 days ago
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Shout-out to radqueers who are anattactional in some form!
Shout-out to radqueers who are sex-repulsed or sex-adverse!
Shout-out to radqueers who are sex-ambivalent and sex-oscillating!
Shout-out to radqueers who are romance-repulsed and romance-adverse!
Shout-out to radqueers who are romance-ambivalent and romance-oscillating!
Shout-out to the ace-spec radqueers and the aro-spec radqueers who may get hit on whilst not looking for a relationship!
Shout-out to radqueers who aren't searching for other reasons who are being hit on or being sexualized nonconsensually!
Shout-out to the apl-spec radqueers who don't like it when you're called a "friend" of someone's, and if you prefer other terms for them instead!
Shout-out to the aso[cial]-spec radqueers who may lurk instead of engage for their own comfort!
Shout out to anatt-spec radqueers who find it hard to form bonds with others!
Shout-out to paraphiles who don't - or do not exclusively - experience their attractions in a sexual way!
Shout-out to the transharmfuls and the transharmeds who do not desire to have their dysphoria alleviated in a sexual mannerism!
And, finally, a shout-out to beings who are being harassed sexually, romantically, in any way, because of uncomfortable parasocial attractions,
because of being in what may be deemed as a sexual-focused space,
because of other beings wanting a relationship with you when you don't desire one,
because you're with someone and another who's crushing on you is upset,
because people don't respect boundaries when they should.
I see you all. I hear you all. I hear the folk that are like me.
I'm tired of seeing the folk who are like me being ignored. I'm exhausted of it.
I'm so tired of seeing others push past discomfort when it comes to sexual posts, and concerns being met with "oh, just block us!" when not properly tagged.
I'm so tired of seeing folk constantly say that they're having boundaries crossed constantly, of how they're being sexualized against their own comfort, how they're being objectified by others because of how little beings may care at times.
I'm so tired of seeing ace-spec folk or folk who don't want to be sexual for any other reason having to sexualize themselves in order to get attention [less here, moreso on Pedi. No shame saying that.]
I'm so tired of aro-spec folk or other folk who may not be searching for a relationship being berated and pressured into a relationship, or people not being able to take a sincere no.
I'm tired of it. Stop being so fucking aphobic and exclusionary towards them. It's absurd how this happens so much. And, no, the answer BETTER fuckin not be "well they can just leave the community!" - YOU'RE PROVING MY POINT.
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stevesgother · 13 hours ago
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tw: trichotillomania
Steve develops really bad trichotillomania as a way to cope with the literal constant stress of fighting interdimensional demons once every calendar year and always being responsible for the lives and safety of six children that aren't even biologically his.
And it's fine at first, like no one really notices? He just wears hats a little more often because it gets to the point where he starts forming small bald spots.
Then Eddie comes along and obviously he notices because he notices everything about Steve once he's spent enough time around him.
They're sitting with their thighs and shoulders touching on the couch in the trailer, watching a movie, when Eddie can no longer ignore the incessant fidgeting of Steve's left arm.
"Dude, what are you doing?"
"Oh, sorry," Steve replies, sheepishly clutching the hand that had been pulling with his other hand in a meager attempt to quit it.
"No, it's fine, just-- why are you pulling your hair out?"
"Oh. I dunno. I just do that." Steve shrugs because it's 1986 and no one talks about mental health so how was he meant to know there's a name for this weird habit he's picked up?
"You 'just do that'?" Eddie asks skeptically.
And Steve just nods because like, literally no one has ever made a big deal out of it before. What's this guy's issue??
And listen-- Eddie doesn't know there's a name for it either. He only knows that it clearly bothers Steve The Hair Harrington to have bald spots. So, he takes matters into his own hands.
He comes up with any trick he can think of to get Steve to stop pulling when he notices it. His ego be damned.
"Put these mittens on." Eddie tells him one day, firm.
"What?"
"Put them on!"
Or: "Harrington. Sit on your hands."
"I don't wanna do that--"
"Just. Do it."
And desperate time calls for desperate measures. It gets to the point where Eddie starts pelting random objects at him-- whatever's in arms reach-- whenever he catches Steve pulling.
"Ow, dude, what the hell?" Steve admonishes, rubbing the spot that a rubber dog toy just hit the side of his skull.
But one night, it's bad. Steve is particularly wound up tonight, for whatever reason, and his hands (both of them) haven't left his scalp all evening.
Eddie lunges forward where they're sitting on his bed, pinning Steve's hands under his own. He realizes too late what a compromising position he's just entrapped them in.
"Uh, sorry--" Eddie moves to get up, but before he can, Steve's extended forward and kissed him. On the mouth. Steve's kissing him on the mouth.
Steve pulls back, slightly mortified. And all that Eddie can manage is: "What."
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808airsoftbros · 2 days ago
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AIDOL University
Author: Welp, here's the second episode of this series! If you want to stay up to date, please follow and like. Sharing is also greatly appreciated. If you'd like to see more of my content, you can check out the Masterlist page.
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Episode II: The Man Who Speaks in Hands
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Y/N's POV
Walking amongst the facade of AIDOL University, the place was not only littered with a diverese species of the supernatural but also with wisdom, privilege, and luxury.
The students here are centuries old with years of experience and wisdom under their belts. It doesn't make this school less imposing, as most of them are rich and come from lineages of high-class families.
Let's be honest, the reason why a guy, let alone a human, is allowed to come here is because of my sister. Her mother birthed both of us, yet somehow I remain human.
Why? I don't even know the answer to that, but what I do know is that when I grew older, I learned that I had God-like powers.
Nobody knows about it yet, not even Wonyoung or my parents... At least not to the fullest extent.
"Well, brother, this is where we must part ways for now. Are you sure you can handle yourself?" She asked me in a concerned tone.
"Yeah, I think I can figure it out myself," I assured her and she sighed.
"Alright, suit yourself," She replied as she walked to her class.
Turning around to see the campus map posted on the large board, I looked over my schedule, seeing that my first class is Calculus III, I head over to the math department building.
Inside the building, students were all wearing luxury clothing and expensive jewelry, some of them were vintage, most of them eyed me silently with a curious expression.
I can tell some of them, the Vampires and Kitsunes are trying to dig into my mind to see what secrets I hide, but to no avail, as my mind is naturally impenetrable to telepathy.
"That's so weird... I can't read this boy's mind..."
"Yeah... It's not like he's really human... But is he...?"
"Hm. Closed off, much?"
Ignoring their whispers as I walked past them, I went to what's supposedly the elevator, but it's just an empty shaft that only those with wings and floating capabilities can fly up through.
"Sorry, new kid, you're gonna have to go up the stairs. A little exercise doesn't hurt much, does it~?" One of the Demons jokingly said before ascending up the shaft.
"Too bad you don't have any magical powers." A mermaid mentioned before jumping in the waterfall swimming upwards.
Welp. Guess it's time to take one of my 'shortcuts' once again. I walked to the end of the corridor and I found myself in the third floor where I need to be.
"Huh?! How did you get here so fast?!" The mermaid asked her eyes widened in surprise and I shrugged.
"Just took a shortcut," I answered.
Walking past her, I head to the classroom on my schedule. I looked at the number 312, I opened the door, and walked into the classroom to see a pretigeous professor who looked like a Kitsune.
"Ah, konichiwa, you must be the new student! Interesting, I've never seen a male student, let alone a human, attend this privileged university. No matter, please have a seat in the freshmen area over there." The professor said as she pointed to the sign.
The seats looked sad as hell, clearly, the freshmen get the lowest quality seats. There was rust all over the metal surface and the chair along with the desk attatched was creaking.
The desk looked like it was ready to be dumped compared to the upper-classmen seating, which looked new and actually safe to sit on during the lecture.
"Sorry, as you can see, freshmen get the lowest bottom-of-the-barrel equipment here, and not to mention, they won't be as prioritized as the older students. Please keep this in mind," She explained and I shrugged.
"Fine with me," I shrugged and she nodded.
As soon as the rest of the students walked in the class, the girls eyed me curiously and some mocking about how I have to sit in the shitty desks but I paid no mind.
"Ahem. Okay, class, please be quiet as today's lecture is now in session! I am Professor Miyawaki Sakura, I expect nothing but the best from all of you, and anyone who slacks off will be kicked out of the course. Am I clear?" She announced in a stern tone.
"Yes, professor!" The class acknowledged.
"Good. Anyway, for those who are wondering why a human is here today, he is going to be the first male student and human to ever attend the prestigious AIDOL University. Now, let us not waste any more time." She finished announcing and started the lecture.
Sakura hands out the assignment worksheets and we took notes as Sakura showed the first equations we have to understand, the shit about finding the X and Y by using complicated formulas.
But none of this was a problem for me, oh, and if you think I'm sane enough to sit on those broken-down desks, I'd just improvised using my telekenisis magic to hold the structure long enough so it doesn't collapse on me.
"Alright, now I want you all to try to solve the equations on the sheet and you can reference the example problems I've shown on the board." Sakura instructed.
Using the formulas given by the board, all of the problems were just baby bones. Find the coordinates of x, y, r? Pft. Give me a real challenge.
Sakura eyed us all but seeing if I needed the help yet I didn't raise my hand once making her raise an eyebrow in curiousity.
Looking at the upper-classmen, they seemed to be struggling yet I was calm and collected.
"Y/N, is it? How are you doing?" She checked on me.
"Fine, you should probably check on them," I answered with a hint of amusement.
"Is that so?" Sakura scoffed at my dry humor before taking the worksheet from my desk and looking it over.
Sakura delicately looked over each and every step, making sure every place and number was correct. Her eyes widened in begrudging respect as she sighed.
"Well, I'll be damned, you solved every one of them so quickly and without my help either... I hate to say it but I am impressed but don't get cocky... This is only the tip of the iceberg," She warned me as she walked away to tend to the other students who were struggling.
I laid back with my hands on the back of my head with a grin on my face as I knew I got into her skin even if she doesn't want to admit it.
"Pst. Hey~! New kid~!" I heard a voice calling me and I opened my left eye, looking over to see a short-haired sassy Vampire eyeing me mischievously.
"Watsup?" I asked her.
"So, you're the new student? The one Wonyoung mentioned, I say you're quite not as I expect..." She mentioned.
"Hm. Did you expect me to dress up in designer clothes and be a Vampire?" I asked her and she chuckled.
"Sort of, but what's even more strange is that I can't seem to read what's going on in that pretty little head of yours~. It's like a labyrinth in there... Normally, that only happens when that someone is simple-minded, yet you aren't exactly dumb either, so what gives?" She asked me curiously, and I shrugged.
"Good question," I answered.
"Well, since you have so far proved to be gifted than most humans, I believe personally you should have no issues rising up the ranks in the hierarchy and you won't be sitting on the bottom of the barrel for longer than you need to. Believe me, it's not pleasant," She explained and I raise an eyebrow.
"What makes you think I want to be part of the cool kids club?" I asked her and she laughed amusingly.
"Really? First off, it's called the AIDOL Royalty Lineage, and humans would do anything to get in that position, let alone be in your position right now. If you move up there, you will have more opportunities and privileges that the University offers, better food, and you get a better chance to interact with the royal highnesses themselves. I can go on all day, so you might wanna consider it," She suggested.
"And the Queen? The Queen of the Vampire Sisterhood... She's... Well... A big, fluffy pushover! Everyone loves her! And if you're up in the royal lineage with your sister, she'll grant you any favor you ask, access to the vault, working in the higher desired jobs within the University, all that good stuff. You're also a science major, right? Having access to the labs will be a huge help," She explained to me, and I raised an eyebrow, quite intrigued with having access to the labs, which will definitely help my research.
"Sounds cool. By the way, I never got your name," I pointed out and she laughed at herself.
"Oh, how silly of me~! How rude of me to forget to introduce myself, forgive me, I do get excited as new students are rare these days. I'm Lady Kim Chaewon, Alpha Vampire of Clan Le Sserafim. My duties are to report directly to the Princess herself. And you are Jang Y/N, Gaeul told me much about you," She introduced herself.
"Neat. Nice to meet you too," I replied, shaking hands with her.
After the lecture was over, I moved on to the next class, which was all science courses on the magics of soul traits, biology, and chemistry. All of those classes are my specialty as my mother whom I hardly see is a scientists who studies souls.
Heading over to the science building, the students were putting on their lab coats. A fellow fairy assistant pointed me to my locker. Surprisingly, my locker was actually brand new, and the coat inside was also new.
"Surprise. Science majors who are freshmen actually get brand new equipment. We don't want any safety hazards, do we?" She asked me with a cheeky grin.
"Hm. Fair enough," I answered.
Proceeding to the lab class, I was met with a stern-looking professor, her beauty is breathtaking, standing tall in a pencil skirt, wearing black stockings, and black high heels.
"Ah, I see a human has come into my lab, are you a test subject?" She asked me looking me over head to toe.
"Nope, I'm a freshmen, it's my first day here," I answered her and she raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, right, I recalled I was informed that a male student was joining my class this year, you're not the first human to come here, and none of them had lasted... I wonder how long it will be until you inevitably drop out," She remarked with a wicked smirk as she leaned against her desk.
"I am Professor Kim Jisoo, also Vampire Alpha of clan Blackpink, and I am the head director of the science programs. I have high expectations for each of my students, and you being human doesn't make any difference, so I suggest you be on your A game or quit wasting your time and leave. I'll keep a close eye on you," She introduced herself before warning me.
"Of course, I'll do my very best to meet your standards," I replied, and she grinned as she watched me take a seat at one of the stations.
As the rest of the students showed up to the lecture, Jisoo began introducing the basics of soul traits and their unique abilities they possess.
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Looking at the chart presented at the board, there are a total of seven different traits of souls discovered so far. Kindness, Perserverance, Justice, Patience, Integrity, and Bravery. All of them each with their unique abilities still being studied in the battle arena.
However... There was one rare and elusive trait... Determination...
"As you all may know, Determination is theorized as the most powerful trait out of all six; only a handful in this world possess such determination in their souls that can convert into magical attacks and are difficult to take down. Determination has no weaknesses as far as we've observed..." Jisoo explained as she went over the PowerPoint presentation.
Most of us were bored out of our minds, as I can see some already know about this including myself as a being that is able to possess all seven traits including Determination and yeah, that stuff is no joke.
"As far as legends speak, only one being was able to possess all seven traits... Whose name we do not know... All we know is that he is the man who speaks in hands. According to the last entry, when the man faced Eve, our creator, his physical body was destroyed, but his soul lived on to carry a vessel. We do not know who this vessel is or if they're human or not. That's all we know," She finished explaining the tale of the lost former royal scientists.
Hm. If only they knew I was sitting right here in the same room, but it's best if I keep my identity a secret so as to not cause any complications for me.
The only reason why I can live as long as Wonyoung has is because of the unique soul I possess; I am one with the royal scientists.
"Right class, that will be all for today. As for freshmen, make sure you report to the battle arena at precisely 1400 hours; there is an orientation being hosted for those who are new," She announced, and we got up from our chairs and left the classroom.
Walking into the courtyard of the school, most of the students were heading home except for the freshmen who are going into the battle arena as told.
Wonyoung was nowhere to be found, likely joining her members in the student council in the castle, leaving me on my own for now. Oh well, guess it's only me yet again.
Anyway, I head into the battle arena, inside, the place was massive as expected, there was a sky area, a pool simulating the ocean, a metropolitan city, and just the plain old training grounds where dummies are set up and such.
Guided to sit down on the bleachers with the rest of the new students, again, they were all surprised to see a human here as they expected to be all monsters.
"May I have your attention, please! Welcome, freshmen, to AIDOL Academy. I am your host and representative of Queen Lee Jieun, who regrettably cannot make it today. I am Shin Ryujin, Senior, and Captain of the Royal Guard! Here, we expect nothing but the best from each of you! The Queen will not tolerate slackers, and those who fail to meet the standards will be expelled. There are tutoring resources at your disposal, but those are mainly reserved for the more... Privileged students. We expect the freshmen who climb up the ranks of the lineage line, and I promise you all it will be well worth your while." Ryujin explained the rules and there was gasps along with whispers.
Damn, this place is really hell on Earth. It's clear their intolerance of incompetence is well-known, but I have no worries. This school thing is a piece of cake. Like taking candy from baby bones.
Another regal student stepped forward, her angelic wings concealed behind her back, she had an angelic expression as she held her scabbard on her right hip.
"For today's special event, you will all get an opportunity to challenge Shin Ryujin! We will select five of you! Those who come victorious over her will automatically move up to the top of the AIDOL Royal Lineage! But be wary, that Ryujin is a Vampire you do not want to cross if you are not prepared so be wise in entering the challenge," The angel explained and Ryujin scoffed.
"Oh, please, if they're wise enough, no hand should be raised if they know what's good for them," She laughed, and the angel playfully rolled her eyes.
As expected, almost nobody in the bleachers volunteered willingly except for a few, but with only two left to pick from, Ryujin and the Angel eyed the bleachers with their observing eyes.
"Hmm... Well, look what we have here! A human! How brave of you to come here! We hardly see your kind here in our prestigious school!" Ryujin pointed out and I sighed.
Ryujin ordered me to come forward, and I stood up as I walked down the bleachers to join her on the stadium ground. She had a wicked grin, her predatory gaze, she summoned her magical spear, and got into a stance.
Checking Status... Shin Ryujin - The heroine Vampire of the Royal Guard that never gives up. Attack: 600 Defense: 125
Damn, it's no question why she's the Captain of the Royal Guard. She's fucking strong and all that shit talk is no bluff but I've faced opponents like her many times in my many judgments.
The Angel gave me a rather pitiful look as she figures I stand no chance against a powerful Vampire like Ryujin.
"Ready? I'll give you the honors, hit me with your best shot!" She demanded.
Instead of delivering the first attack, I stood there doing nothing like I always do making Ryujin raise an eyebrow wondering what I was planning.
"Huh?! Why aren't you attacking?! Are you that scared of me?" She asked me in a mocking tone as she got ready to charge, but I still didn't move an inch.
"Fine! If you won't attack, I will!" She barked as she charged at me at insane human speed.
Jumping high in the air with her spear, she let out a loud battle cry as she came descending down at me at a terrifying speed but I stood there with a blank expression.
At the last possible moment, I used my teleportation powers to avoid the attack, and a cloud of debris showered the stadium, as the clouds cleared, Ryujin grinned expecting a beaten pulp but instead I was in another position completely unharmed.
"H-How did you...?" She stammared at a loss of words and I chuckled.
"Look down..." I warned her and when she did it was too late.
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Suddenly, a large bone emerged from the ground, sending Ryujin flying in the air and crashing against the protective force field. Everyone was shocked including the angel observing as Ryujin hardly takes any hits like that before.
Ryujin crashed down on the ground, she groaned as she got back on her feet as she summoned another spear into her hand.
"Hm. Not bad for a human, but what can you do against this?" Ryujin grinned as she snapped her fingers summoning a huge volley of spears that illuminated the stadium in a shaded hue of blue.
Pointing her finger, she sends the wave of magical blue spears flying towards me with deadly speed and you can hear the howl of the wind echoing in the distance.
Snapping my fingers, I summoned my own wave of bone attacks. I sent them to intercept the spears, all of the bones shattered the spears on contact with sheer accuracy that leaves no error of calculation.
"Pft. Is that all you got? If there's some sort of punchline, please do fill me in because I don't get it," I replied with a grin and I can hear the seething of fustration coming from Ryujin.
"Well... In that case, it's my turn now." I said as I snapped my fingers, as I teleported out of thin air.
*Megalovania Intensifies*
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"Let's see how good your spears are against these..." I remarked with a grin.
Ryujin's eyes widened in awe and terror as she had likely never seen anything like it. A human with such magical powers comparable to God himself.
Unleashing my powerful Gaster blaster's attack, firing a giant laser that will destroy everything unfortunate in its path, Ryujin using her soul's trait summons a green protective shield but it did little to protect her from the blast.
A massive explosion occurred, rocking the protective force field, the magical generators overclocking to contain the shockwave of the blast.
When the dust settled, Ryujin was laid to waste; she was beaten to a pulp as she lay on the ruined floor.
The angel ran over to her, checking up on her; she was, of course, alive, thankfully. Ryujin slowly stood up as the angel used her healing powers to heal her wounds.
"It would appear, I am for once beaten... As much as I hate to say this... I yield," Ryujin forfeited.
With that the battle is officially over, I teleported myself back to the ground, as the gaster blasters disappeared, it was clear that not only I had become victorious but I absolutely obliterated her.
I didn't suffer a single scratch or injury on my body, and I merely used a small fraction of my magical powers, which leaves those curious as to what I'm truly capable of... But only I would know. Would I?
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sillylilguy900 · 1 day ago
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thinking abt sea grunks first kiss that's so casual neither of them even realize until it's over...
both of them have been pining for ages- head over heels, holding onto feelings they plan to take to their graves because how could they jeopardize their relationship when they've worked so hard to make things right between them. (not to mention all the other connotations being in love with their twin brother would entail...)
so they ignore the urge to act on their feelings, but it doesn't mean they don't yearn.
They dream about each other- waking or not, letting themselves get caught up in thoughts like
"I wonder if Stan would ever let me run my fingers through his hair..." "If Ford loved me... how would he show it?" "Stan is so beautiful when he's caught up in telling stories..." "If I could hold his hands I might never let go."
(you get the picture, they are SMITTEN.)
so imagine:
This is their third sailing trip, second extended expedition. The sun’s rays are just barely peeking over the horizon, casting a wavering sheet of golden light across the translucent sea.
Their schedules are so in sync by this point that it’s rare for either of them to be up without the other trailing behind five or ten minutes later at most.
They share a bed- for space, obviously. (“Logical, it’s logical.” Ford had said as they piled their blankets and pillows together. Stan had agreed, because what better way to indulge in his favorite torture – trying to keep his treacherous hands off his brother.)
Ford wakes up first, joints popping and cracking as he sits on the edge of the bed. Stan’s eyes are already open, sleepily blinking away the last remnants of a dream where Ford had his hands wrapped around Stan’s sides and his mouth pressed to the swell of his throat.
Ford smiles down at him, and Stan can’t even find it in himself to be guilty about his unconscious desire. Ford is just that perfect.
Then, without fuss, Ford leans over and presses his sea-chapped lips to Stan’s mouth. Stan can feel the still upturned corners of his brother’s smile where they’re pressed together.
It’s incredible. It’s natural.
Ford pulls away just as casually as he leaned over. He holds a hand to his face and yawns, mumbling something about starting a pot of coffee.
Stan watches him go, heart light and head filled with nothing but love for his nerdy brother. It doesn't matter if he's in a dream or not, his devotion never wavers.
...
It isn’t until Stan is halfway through flipping pancakes that the moment fully crystallizes. In his surprise he drops the spatula on the counter, watching it clatter around as his cheeks burn with the very real memory of his brother's lips pressed against his own.
“Ford…?”
Ford is seated at their breakfast nook, going over the expedition plans for the day. “Yes, Stanley?”
Stan has to swallow the lump of nervousness caught in his throat. “Did you… did you kiss me?”
Ford looks confused for a moment before his eyes widen in mirrored realization. His face goes red, and his hands tremble before he clasps them around a coffee cup for stabilization. “I… I’m so sorry-I didn’t realize-“
Stan holds up a finger. He tries to keep his voice neutral, but it wavers slightly with his nerves. “Don’t say sorry unless you didn’t mean it.”
Ford looks about ready to jump ship, but his eyes remain glued to Stan’s own, matching the intensity of his gaze. “...I did.”
Stan grins, and despite the years of torturous romantic pining, this small admission is all he needs.
“Could you do it again?”
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seafoamreadings · 3 days ago
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uranus into gemini!!
there is a lot of fearmongering around this ingress and to be honest, the grain of truth in it makes a good reason BUT everything always has its positives and silver linings too. as a taurus and generally very fixed-sign person i frequently have to remind myself that without change, nothing would ever happen. certainly nothing good would ever happen. so it's our responsibility to *use* these transits for *good* as much as possible. it's undeniable that globally times are hard, and this is a much more global transit than a personal one. but global affairs are made by individual persons; we all play a part.
idle predictions for the next 7ish years:
AI developments for better or worse, especially LLMs and neural networks. i would like to see them hallucinate less, and i would like for people to use them more responsibly. on the other hand it's just as possible that they continue to be misused etc. because people are people, and popular AI models make that easy.
more plane/flight issues: gemini being an air sign makes me think this is likely. would love, in the US, for the FAA and air traffic controller shortages to be fixed, but just as (or more) likely is that the situation continues to deteriorate.
grid problems continue/worsen. power outages, internet outages, cellular service outages, etc. this could be due to human behaviors or to events like solar flares or natural disasters.
i have pointed out before, as many are doing online, that the last time uranus was here was WW2. so is this going to be a repeat of WW2? no, history doesn't repeat itself so much as it rhymes. uranus was not in gemini for WW1 either. while we're not officially WW3 you can see similarities in world conflicts that already began before this ingress, long before it in some cases. those rhymes and echoes have already begun. WW2 also had *various other placements* that are not necessarily occurring this time around. so don't live in too much fear but absolutely do take it all seriously because the outer-planet-combo we are in is SERIOUS - and it can be used for bad, but it can also be used for good. we have to do this as a species. it is not personal astrology.
my best advice as always is that even while horrible things happen (and they are always happening, alas) good things are simultaneously also happening. don't ignore them. enjoy them, amplify them.
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animeyanderelover · 2 days ago
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Anon: Could you maybe do Sugawara, Iwaizumi, Ban, Kaneki, and Ichigo with s/o where they get in an argument and it’s hurt to comfort. Something to that affect! Thank you! Also, do you do like paid commissions or have something for donations?
To answer your question, I don't do commissions nor donations on my blog.
Tw: Yandere themes, posessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, overprotective behavior, clinginess, paranoia, manipulation, isolation, abduction
Tags: @flaming-vulpix
An argument
Kaneki Ken
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🔲​Kaneki doesn't argue. Not with you at least. An argument after all symbolises a crack in the already fragile harmony that he tries to hold up somehow. After your abduction though you have been quite volatile emotionally and have been confronting him nonstop, demanding to be let out. You don't even have to raise your voice at him to have him flinch already at your harsher tone. At the very least it means you're feeling well in spite of the ghoul attack you were in which was the final drop in the barrel for Kaneki to take you in the first place. However, your injuries still need time to properly heal and in your defiance and anger you push yourself to hard. You're supposed to rest and take things slower yet instead you're pacing through the apartment and try to climb out of windows. That is where Kaneki finds his snapping point. He doesn't argue when you accuse him or yell at him. But when you ignore your own health? He finally dares to talk back. Though he argues differently than you in desperate pleas and with tears in his eyes whilst you brush your wounds off and argue that if he wouldn't have taken you, you wouldn't do all this stuff in the first place.
🔲​At one point Kaneki just breaks down. He's on his knees in front of you, his hands clutching your shirt and tears staining his face as he looks up at you. Half of the things he says are lost amongst his sobs yet a few of them still reach you. That you can hate him if it makes you feel better but that he cannot have you risk your own life. Not again. He just went through that already once and it still haunts him to the point where he skips sleep to avoid nightmares. It's is that sight, as pathetic as it might appear to be for an outsider, that has you pause in your own frustration and anger. You thought you wanted to see Kaneki devastated. However, now you aren't so sure anymore. After all it is difficult to feel anger when he is beating himself up better already with his own conscience and thoughts than you could with words. Deep down you still believe that he is a good man who just got torn apart by the world he lives in. The silence after lingers as you hesitantly lower yourself to meet his eyes, still half-conflicted. You don't know what to say in that moment. Words always feel so awfully shallow in such moments. So you settle for a hug instead, one that Kaneki answers with a tight grip after a few moments.
Sugawara Koushi
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🤍​Well, arguments tend to be a normal part of any relationship. That doesn't mean that Sugawara ever enjoys it as he would much rather have things go harmonious and smoothly between the both of you. When there are moments of emotional friction though he always strives to solve the problem. However, it is that approach that sometimes only fuels your anger. You have the feeling that he always defuses your arguments instead of listening and reflecting whenever it is specifically his behavior that you are mad about. You love him and Sugawara is a wonderful partner yet at times it feels like he doesn't trust you with yourself. Indeed, sometimes he just seems to take charge of your life and make the decisions even though you are fully capable of doing so yourself. It feels like he doesn't trust you and believes himself to know better. He always tells you that you are imagining things or that he just wants what is best for you. But how does he know what is best for you? It's tiring to argue with him, especially as you always end up feeling like a bratty child scolded by a gentle teacher. So at one point you just mutter that it doesn't matter and lock yourself away in the bathroom so he doesn't follow you.
🤍​You hear his footsteps pausing outside the door though he doesn't pull the doorknob, knowing it would be useless. Instead Sugawara waits outside, sitting with his back to the door and waiting in silence. Words would probably only agitate you more as he believes that quietness is what you need right now to cool off. Him pushing you would only agitate you further. So he waits patiently for minutes until he finally deems that it is safe to speak up again. His tone has gone somewhat even softer though the content is still the same. He is still reasoning with you by explaining that he simply worries and cares so much but he chooses the words wisely to not give you the impression that he is being condescending. He measures the silence behind the door to figure out if you're listening with a calmer mind now or if his words only make you brood more. You listen though. He knows you do so he promises to be more mindful from now on. It's the genuine tone that eventually convinces you as you unlock the door and find him quickly standing up when you open it. Does he stay true to his words? Well, Sugawara is certainly going to try but he never did promise that he would fully stop, right?
Iwaizumi Hajime
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🤎Oikawa will attest any time of the week that this man has a very short fuse but you already know that. Iwaizumi can certainly be very overbearing for numerous reasons on some day. On the forefront of those reasons are mostly either his possessive behavior or that terrible overprotective tick that he so often can't help but act upon when he notices any signs that in his book are a immediate no-go. To make things worse is that he isn't always the best at explaining himself either so if an argument follows because he has intimidated someone or has been too possessive his words only add fuel to the flame. Why do you have to push it all to begin with? Can't you just let him do as he needs to do at times? He knows of his bad tendencies and he is already restraining himself as good as he can. Could you at the very least give him credit for that? Sometimes you push it too far which results in Iwaizumi losing grasp of his control for a moment and actually yelling at you with that mad glint in his eyes which silences you instantly. He feels guilty immediately after but knows he needs to cool off in that moment, leading to him storming out of the house and leaving you standing there alone.
🤎When he returns hours later, he approaches you much more carefully as if you are a scared animal. He doesn't quite know what to say in that situation, just that he needs to do something before any lingering resentment can fester. Your back is still turned on him as you lay on your side of the bed and ignore him which is a very clear sign that you are still mad. You don't turn around or stop scrolling on your phone even as the mattress dips with the addition of his weight now laying down next to you, stormy eyes observing you unsurely. He tries to spark a casual conversation only to be coldly ignored by you, eliciting a deep sigh out of him. He knows better than to touch you and so the only thing left is to swallow his pride for now and to start a monologue. After all Iwaizumi is capable enough to reflect on his actions and words and know where he most likely screwed up. So he apologises for being such a Doberman boyfriend at times, for behaving like an asshole even to you when he looses hold of his terrible temper and for underestimating you and believing that you can't protect yourself. You can be quite terrifying after all. The moment you finally turn around to face him, he knows he's won.
Ban
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🦊​Now, Ban can be a real pain in the ass to deal with at times. He is cocky and arrogant and he lives to tease as much as he lives to dote on you. It is quite a strange mix where you feel like he is simultaneously teasing you all the time whilst also doting on you with too much affection. It's cute to be able to agitate you but to also have you all flustered and Ban loves that he is the only one who is able to have that kind of effect on you. Unfortunately that also entails that during arguments you are often not taken seriously at all. Ban is incredibly tall, he literally has to look down when you argue with him and if you are especially smaller than he is he even crouches down all with that grin on his face. If we dig deeper than the truth is that Ban despises when things escalate into an argument but his idea of defusing the situation is everything but efficient. No, it only makes you feel like he is being condescending and doesn't take you seriously which rightfully only angers you more. Yet Ban continues to push it until the tears sting your eyes. Only then does he stop but at that point it's already too late and you storm away and curse under your breath that he is an asshole and stupid.
🦊​That's when that cool and lax facade crumbles and Ban is left standing in front of your locked door, itching to do something. Talking with you helps little though and threatening half-jokingly to kick in your door only ends in a string of curses from the other end of the door. So despite his judgement which clearly isn't any good in that moment he lets you simmer whilst he paces downstairs. Sitting still is not an option for Ban. He can't just sit down and calmly wait. He has too much energy for that so instead he decides that he might as well cook something for you. You have to come out eventually after all and luckily he happens to be your favorite cook. So he starts preparing all of your favorite meals and as if you are a grumpy lion he has to lure out of the dent, he purposefully brings single dishes up so that the scent lingers and eventually reaches you. He's already sitting there and actively has to bite down on his lips to stop that smug grin from reaching his face when you stomp down and glare at him before plopping down on the chair furthest away from him. He doesn't speak during dinner once and that is perhaps the wisest thing he has done or otherwise you would have thrown the food after him.
Kurosaki Ichigo
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🧡​Honestly, with Ichigo as your boyfriend you have one of the healthiest relationships you could have even through the lenses of obsession. Despite his young age in comparison to many other characters he is incredibly mature and responsible, perhaps because the world has handed him a lot from the moment he met Rukia. However, all that pressure does lead to cracks within the armor at times. Especially when he has just suffered a great loss and one of his foes has beaten him or has hurt those he cares about, especially you. Then normally good intentions quickly turn up a few notches and venture into the gray space where he is being more overprotective and paranoid than he normally is. Then conflict can arise as he then turns too smothering and insists on accompanying you everywhere or for you to always give him a call every hour so he knows that you are fine and so that he knows where you are. He isn't always like this and that makes it hard for you to handle him as he normally doesn't act so overbearing. It overwhelms you, especially because you feel like you're his responsibility that only pressures him more instead of your own person.
🧡​Admittedly, it is most often Ichigo himself who pulls away in such situations and mutters one brief apology before he is gone to cool his fraying mind off before everything escalates too far. He's usually gone for the rest of the day and doesn't appear until the next one begins. Not until he has made sure that he is less overbearing and paranoid than he was the previous day to not push you further. Then you give him your time and attention though when he asks of you if the both of you can talk. That's when he actually lets you in on what had him acting up like this the previous day which helps you understand his perspective slightly better. It doesn't mean by far that you agree, just that you now know why he was so frantic and paranoid the day before. Now the both of you can actually have a proper discussion though instead of him insisting that you have to do this and that and he has to do that and this to keep you protected and safe. Both of you have to compromise though as he still hasn't gotten over his recent trauma and needs to do something to keep you more protected to feel better and like he can actually leave you alone instead of stalking you.
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