#please do not act like I'm a jerk for trying to help get my point accross

[variouslengthsofwire]

"tone indicators are someone already trying to accommodate you if you don't understand then you can ask" I'm the anon who sent that ask. If I have to google or ask what it means, that defeats the purpose.

And I've found that half the time I ask what they mean, I get a real answer, but the other half I'm told I should already know and that they're doing me a favour. If I say that it isn't much of a favour if it's confusing and they won't explain, they call me ableist.

I only see the same few tone indicators used repeatedly. Once I know what they mean, I stop having to google them. If people keep inventing news ones, then they're not helpful. I don't know which ones you run into.

It is more efficient for people to use the same shorthand than for each of thousands of people to type "(yes, I am serious)" or "(this is sarcastic, of course)" over and over and for everyone to have to read those extra words thousands of times. Or for people to just keep misunderstanding each other, which is what happens in my experience, when people don't use them. I can't tell you how many days-long arguments I've seen that could have been prevented by tone indicators.

Tumblr seems to love certain tone indicators. The person I reblogged that from loves "hellsite (affectionate)" or "[something that's usually a compliment] (derogatory)." I wouldn't know that they meant a compliment derogatorily without an indicator. I need it to understand. I am sure that you do not have to google "(affectionate)" every time you run into it and that you would be confused or have trouble interpreting things if people stopped using them and just assumed you would know which are compliments and which are insults. Please correct me if I am wrong.

The ones I see most (outside tumblr) are "/s" and "/gen" which mean sarcastic and genuine, respectively. Those are very helpful for me and I would hate for people to stop using them or for them to be perceived as bad or hostile in some way. Those are an accommodation I need, so when I see someone talking as if they are a bad thing, it bothers me. Please do not advocate for an accommodation (that helps me) to go away just because it does not help you. It's like those people who ask for videos to stop including captions because "I'm not deaf!"

I have linked a guide to tone indicators below. The only ones I can recall ever seeing not on the list are the Tumblr "(affectionate)" type or "/jk" which means just kidding. If you run into one not here, then yeah, I guess you can ignore it because that's too complicated. But I usually only see the same 4 or 5 and the idea that those are bad for people to use because you in particular don't have them memorized is kind of absurd to me.

I'm sorry people have been mean to you. Do you have any screenshots so I can see how the conversations went?

I'm not saying it's ableist to need help interpreting them at all. I can certainly understand how some people would have trouble remembering them. It might be a case of an accommodation that just doesn't help you. It is ableist to suggest that people stop using them or imply that everyone who uses them is hostile or bad in some way, though.

[ponderingmoonlight]

JJK men meeting you for the first time (aka Megumi catching you buying condoms lol)

Pairings: Gojo x reader; Nanami x reader; Megumi x reader

Word Count: 2,5k

Warnings: Gojo gets rejected lol, injury and death in Nanami's part, buying condoms in Megumi's part hehe, not proofread because I'm tired

Tags: @idontknow1123 @creative1writings @dazaisdick @sanicsmut@arehzhera @mynahx3

Gojo Satoru

It is a normal day at Jujutsu High for him. Meeting boring people with boring point of views in this boring room. Urgh, can it get any worse? Why does he have to be here?

Right, because he’s the strongest. He lets his head rest against the wall, allowing his eyes to close for a second. What will he do after this? Normally this would have been his day off, which always means going to the city and grabbing something to eat. Maybe he’ll try the new ramen place that just opened or those fluffy pancakes Nobara talked about earlier.

“You are Satoru Gojo, right?”

That voice, definitely a female one…He doesn’t know the person behind it, though. Why the hell is an unknown woman here? His eyes dart upwards.

For a second, he forgets how to breathe.

What a wonderful sight you are. Delicious curves well hid under that jujutsu sorcerer uniform, a gentle but professional smile decorating your remarkable face. Huh. That’s definitely not what he expected here.

“Who are you, gorgeous lady?” he purrs towards you while lifting himself off the ground.

Just as he suspected, he is more than a head taller than you, lingering over your delicate figure like a shadow. You are young, but not much younger than him. In your twenties, maybe? Who knows, girls these days always look older than they actually are.

You raise your eyebrows at the strange look on his face. So, this is the Gojo Satoru everyone talked about. “The strongest”, to be precise. You eye him up and down. Well, he’s quite tall, definitely with an athletic build. His posture screams confident in your face, that cheeky grin revealing that he in fact just tried to flirt with you.

Pathetic.

“I’m (y/n), a new jujutsu sorcerer chosen for the inner circle”, you explain briefly.

“I’ve never seen you around here. How does this come? I’d definitely remember that gorgeous face…”

“I’m gonna throw up…”, Utahime comments dryly.

You gift him with a cold smile before stepping a few steps in his direction, your cool eyes locking with his.

“Mr. Gojo, just let me make a few things clear before we work together. You are nothing more than a colleague to me. And while I do understand that you are gifted by birth with unimaginable power, you will never be anything else but a human being in my eyes. So please, refrain from flirting and do your job.”

Damn. Your words hit him with full force, leaving him speechless. You are a feisty one, that’s for sure. Not even your eyes betray your cool composure and the echo of your voice in his head. You really mean what you say. For the first time since he can remember, a woman rejected him.

You rejected Satoru Gojo.

“It’s only Satoru Gojo, no Mister. I always do my job, one way or another. Be assured of that.”

The way he smiles at you sends shivers down your spine.

But not in a good way.

Ew, what a creep. Does he always act like that around women? What a disgusting man. You can’t help but wonder about his reputation. Who on earth would voluntary fall for a guy like him? A jerk that thinks the world belongs to him? You can’t help but screw up your face at the thought of being alone with him. Oh god…

“Can you stop looking at me with so much dislike in your gaze?”

You tilt your head to the side, shaking yourself out of your trance.

“Sorry, you’re making it hard to me”, you reply before turning on your heels and stepping out.

Did you just let Satoru Gojo stand in the rain?

“Oh, this is gonna be fun…”, Utahime mutters out of the corner, a cheeky grin plastered on her face.

You are the first woman in years that seems to hold up with his gaze, not being impressed the slightest by his gorgeous face. Finally a woman who can keep up with him, finally someone who doesn’t fold immediately by one look into his bright blue orbs.

“Don’t get too comfortable, Utahime. I have the last laugh”, Gojo comments with a grin.

What a pleasant surprise. Who is he to reject a nice challenge?

“I will get her to like me, don’t worry about that.

“You definitely won’t!”, you shout into the room.

Nanami Kento

You don’t know how you ended up here. Deformed humans surrounding you along with screams, blood and death. You just wanted to enjoy yourself for a single night out with your friends on Halloween, dressing up as your favourite anime character.

And now you’re the only one alive, your friend’s dead corpses clustering the ground while you stare into the cold eyes of the monster in front of you.

Is this how you’ll die? God, you sill had so much planned. You were supposed to finally meet your parents tomorrow after not seeing them for three years. How will they react, hearing the news about what’s going on here at Shibuya? It would break their hearts, without any doubt.

But you’re so damn tired. Tired from being out all day, tired from getting chased, tired from desperately trying to run away. No, maybe it is time to accept the fate, to get along with the fact that you’ll die right here and now at Shibuya.

“Attention!”

A wave of blonde hair rushes past you before you are even able to comprehend what’s happening, slicing the monster in front of you into tiny little pieces. You get splattered in purple, glossy eyes widen.

What just happened? Who is this man? Did you maybe already die?

“Are you okay, Miss?”

Maybe all of this is just a dream. Yeah, one of the really bad ones. The ones that make you wake up dripping in sweat with your head in the clouds.

“Hey, look at me.”

The cool yet authoritarian tone in his voice makes your eyes dart up. That face…What a beautiful man. Not even the worry lines and his harden expression can change the fact that he is indeed attractive. Sweats drips from his forehead, the first button of his shirt opened.

“Did you get hurt?”

Slowly, you shake your head. Why is your mouth suddenly so dry, refusing its service completely? You must look like an idiot, standing in the middle of the street while staring up at him without saying a single word.

Nanami signs. You look absolutely traumatized, so worn out by the fight that displayed itself in front of you that you seem lost at words. No wonder. Given the way you are dressed, you just wanted to enjoy your night. Were you here alone? Maybe you lost your friends here, innocent people who seemed to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. He should get going, collecting all survivors and push forward. But your terrified face…He has to do something.

“My name is Kento Nanami”, he begins while getting down at your height.

“You are safe, okay? I will get you out of here.”

You don’t know why, you don’t know how. But suddenly you start to cry, your whole body trembling. What on earth just happened? Why are these people dead? Who is responsible for that?

“I’m scared…”, you mutter.

Oh, you feel so pathetic, standing in front of a stranger while balling your eyes out. But you can’t help yourself. Crying seems to be the only thing you are able to do right now. Your friends, all these other people…Your eyes roam around the blood-covered floor, the pavement plastered in limbs and intestines. You feel like throwing up, fainting right on the spot. But instead, you stare blankly at the ground, body unable to move a single inch.

All of the sudden the stranger kneels down in front of you and embraces your hands with his. They feel warm, almost comforting while they stop your arms from shaking.

“Focus on me, okay?”

Your gaze meets his, the calm ocean of his brown eyes. Normally you would turn your head after a man like him, giggling about his gorgeous appearance with your friends. But right here and now, you have only eyes for the brown orbs in front of you.

“Let’s breathe together, okay? Breathe in…”

You take a shaky breath in.

“And breathe out…”

You let out your breath, repeating with him over and over again. Slowly but surely, your heart doesn’t seem to pound out of your chest, your senses return to you, even the trembling of your limbs comes to an end.

“What’s your name?”

“(y/n)”, you breathe out.

“(y/n), you did great here. Let’s get you away from this place, you’ve done enough. Will you follow me?”

“Yeah…I think that would be great…”, you mutter.

“I will look after you when all of this is over. Just ask for Kento Nanami. Is that alright?”

Kento Nanami, what a fitting name for the man who walks besides you while still holding your hand in comfort. How gentle he spoke to you this whole time despite his cool appearance.

“Thank you. For everything, Mr. Nanami…”

“Just call me Kento.”

Megumi Fushiguro

It is absolutely dumb and makes no sense at all, but you don’t really care. This night is the best you’ve had since a long time, being out with your friends at summer break is a vibe you’ve missed so damn much these past weeks.

“Truth”, your best friend besides you picks when the bottle lands on her.

“Have you ever had a crush on someone way older than you?”, your other friend asks with a mischievous grin.

“Huh, who doesn’t? Guys my age just don’t hit the same.”

You giggle at her reply. It was obvious that sooner or later, the night would move into that direction. No wonder, given the fact that this is a girl’s night. What better way to celebrate that than with a good chat about each other’s love life?

“Fine, you’re turn.”

The bottle turns on the floor over and over until…

It lands on you.

“Truth or Dare, (y/n)?”

“You know what? I’ll take dare. Because all of your losers only pick truth.”

The girls around you laugh out, playfully beating your shoulder for your comment.

“If you’re this brave. I’ll have something special for you…Go to the gas station and buy…condoms.”

“Condoms?”, you repeat in disbelief.

“Of course.”

You jump up, straightening your clothes and shoulders.

“Nothing easier than that.”

Without thinking twice, you grab your wallet and jacket, leaving the house with the rest of the girls. The next gas station is only a few minutes away. Huh, how boring. Why is buying condoms embarrassing in any way? It doesn’t matter though. After passing such a big dare, you’ll get away with picking truth for the rest of the night. Maybe you will leave anyway when your drink is empty…

“See ya!” you shout towards your friends.

The warmth of the gas station hits you like a wall when you enter the shop, going straight into the back where the condoms have to be. Urgh, why does your head suddenly hurt so bad? You didn’t even drink that much, mostly water and that one cocktail from your bestie. Maybe it really is time for you to go to bed, after all, it’s far past midnight. You said you’ll only stay until 10 anyway, so no one should be mad at you. Damn, why is it so hot in here? You grab a pack on condoms, giggling at the dumb description written in the back.

Suddenly, you literally feel like hitting a wall. Just before your butt hits the ground with full force, a pair of hands pulls you back on your feet.

You feel completely dizzy, mind still trying to comprehend what just happened. Did you really run into a wall?

“Excuse me.”

“Huh?”

Your eyes dart towards, revealing the true wall. He is a boy, in fact. And what a handsome one. His black hair frames his delicate face perfectly, concerned eyes scanning your body up and down.

“Are you okay?”

He lets go of your hand. Huh, what a bummer, you could get used to that feeling.

“Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention”, you explain briefly.

As if in slow motion, both pairs of eyes dart towards your other hand. All colour drains from your face, your desperate attempt to hide the pack of condoms behind your body failing miserably.

Oh god, you want to be swallowed whole by the ground so badly. Why the hell did you have to meet a cute boy when doing some dumb dare?

The boy in front of you clears his throat and scratches his head uncomfortably while taking a few steps back. Is that blush creeping up his face?

“Sorry, I didn’t wanna…disrupt you…”, he mutters.

God, why does this have to be so awkward? Why does your very own face feel like its burning? You blink a few times against the rising embarrassment. Does he think…? Oh god. Please don’t.

“These…These aren’t for me…”, you stutter.

Why did you have to meet him right now? Why not on a nice walk to a café when being in a nice dress, why not at the library with a smart book in your hand? No, with your luck it was clear that you’ll meet the cutest boy you’ve ever seen while buying condoms at a gas station after midnight.

“Sure…I mean, it’s none of my business anyway. I mean we don’t know each other….”

“Yeah…right…I think I’ll go now…”, you mumble, already on your way to sprint past him.

You will never forgive your friends for missing an opportunity like this. Fuck, why does he have to be so damn cute? You feel like slamming your head against a wall.

Repetitive.

With full force.

“Hey uhm…It might be super awkward, but maybe meet at the park tomorrow again?”

Your eyes widen at his sudden request, catching you completely off guard.

“You…What?”, you stumble.

“Forget it…”

He is already on his way to walk past you when you grab his hand out of instinct, making him stop in his tracks.

“No, I would like that!”

“Oh”, he breathes out.

Why is he so surprised by your positive answer when you are the one who should be surprised by this sudden request? He really wants to see you again.

“Well, cool….I don’t wanna stop you from buying condoms any longer, so see you tomorrow?”

Your cheeks heat up all over again in an instant while you brush past him at light speed.

“Yeah…”, you mutter into your jacket.

[aayakashii]

I’m so excited for the new story but I’m so caught up in the image of y’all trying to figure out whatever curse or anomaly caused the whole animal hybrid thing, but Haru is just too distracted by how much he wants to hump you. He knew the phrase breeding like rabbits before, but goddamn is he really /learning/ it right now. (The other two feel it too, I love the MC being totally fine while all three are basically in ruts and trying not to mount her immediately (minus Towa. He is not trying to hold back. Idk how he isn’t immediately attached to the MC, nana is already attached without a magical rut))

Just:

MC, living her best life with some cute cat ears and a playfully swishing tail, enjoying the sunshine: la de da da

All Jabberwock boys: if I do not mount and breed her in the next 0.5 seconds, i will kill everyone and everything. (As they grind against anything around them, waiting for their chance to strike.)

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👻 ANON I'M CLUTCHING MY CHEST RN

nsfw talk below so minors do not interact please 🫵 and if you don't like this type of content just keep scrolling, remember you can curate your experience online 😙

Omfg I can only imagine Haru constantly blushing, from his neck up to his cheeks and ears, and rubbing his thighs together while he feels how his arousal just won't let him have a moment of peace 😖 I think he'd do his best not to let his urges be too obvious, but eventually he'd be so fucking horny that he'd be squeezing a hand between his thighs and sweating bullets whenever he came near you... you know what in hell is bad? I'm picturing him just like Phenix, trying to keep his cock from twitching, trying to hide how he's already half mast just by looking at you

This is Phenix btw lol

He'd look so cute though....... his face all red and trying to keep his whines and moans to himself while walking through jabberwock and feeling the friction of his thighs and his pants on him :( I think he'd do his best not to jerk off because he's so busy! He needs to work!! The dorm needs tending to!!! So he just ends up edging and torturing himself forever, but his composure might break once he sees you </3

Ren though...... he would 100000% jerk off to keep his urges contained 💀 he's a neet, I just know he knows his hands way too well 😔 it doesn't work much though, as soon as he gets a little sniff of you near him, he gets braindead immediately due to the horny LMAO all he can think is about knotting you and having you locked with him for hours on end while he fills you up </3 he's probably the only one that might not act upon his urges though, because he's so freaking insecure that it might actually keep him from trying to fuck you. But if you give him just a little bit of an opening..... oh he's gone. He will be knotting you for as long as that situation is going on :(

AND YOU ARE RIGHT ABT TOWA he just wouldnt try to contain himself 💀 pretty sure he'd just bat his eyelashes at you and pout while asking to fuck you... with a little side dish of manipulation like "Dandelion, you won't be mean, right? You'll help me through this, right? You wont leave me suffering on my own, RIGHT?" and he'd be so insistent too... he'd probably straight up jerk off in front of you while saying that, just to get his point across :/ it's best to just accept his advances because he won't stop :/ at least he can keep you hidden from the other two, since he's jealous and hates sharing soooooo... look at the brighter side??

And let's not even talk about how they could try to satisfy their urges with each other while they think about you (∗´艸`∗)

[crusty-chronicles]

Yu Yu Hakusho Men Reacting to Receiving Flowers

Synopsis: How the men of Yu Yu Hakusho react to receiving flowers and if they'd get you some in return 🌺

Yusuke💥

He pretends to be offended, but honestly it makes his heart melt

The fact that you went out of your way to actually buy him something makes him feel special.

Doing it just because without expecting anything grand in return.

If you give him flowers in private, he puts up less of a fuss.

“I'm not sick or anything, you know. Besides, you could've just plucked some weeds instead of spending so much money.” He says after (not so) begrudgingly taking the small bouquet from you.

Already knowing they won't last more than a week in his care. But still trying to hide the heat rising to his cheeks.

But if you give him flowers in front of his friends, namely Kuwabara, he makes a big show of it.

“What am I? A girl? Or did you just wanna take on gardening, because there's no way in hell you actually got me flowers.”

You end up calling him a jerk before leaving.

And he feels really bad after.

Despite his tough guy act, he genuinely does care about you and hates to see you upset. Especially when it's because of him and his big mouth.

So he shows up later to your house with an even bigger bouquet of roses.

“I'm sorry for being an ass. I didn't mean it I just…didn't want- Well, Kuwabara would never let me live it down.” He tries to explain.

But you weren't buying it, judging by how you still hadn't opened your door all the way. So he tries to apologize again the only way he knows how.

“I'll take you out wherever you want for a week if you let me in?” He says hopefully.

“That's not enough. You really hurt my feelings today.”

“Two weeks. And I'll buy you flowers every day. Your favorites~ sunflowers.”

He keeps true to his word and makes sure to always accept whatever you gift him with a huge smile from now on.

No matter if it makes him look like a softie or not.

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Kurama🦊

He's thrilled

Will point out and explain what every flower means.

What each part of the bouquet symbolizes

Please buy this man red roses

As cliche as they are, they symbolize love. Your love.

And he can't help but be smitten by the fact.

He's not the slightest embarrassed whether you give them to him in public or private.

Even if the others tease him for it, he'll just come up with a witty remark to shut them down.

“Maybe they think you're a girl after all,” Yusuke said, followed by another taunt from Kuwabara.

“His delicate features got to them.”

“What a funny way of saying the two of you have never thought of getting your partners flowers before? You do know Valentine's Day is coming up right?” Kurama shut down.

And the both of them start racing to the nearest boutique. Pushing and shoving each other out of the way.

When you gift Kurama flowers, they don't wither away within a few weeks.

Instead he'll use his demon energy to keep them alive for years.

Might even plant some of them to make a new bouquet for you in the future.

All in all, it's one of the few gestures that makes his heart beat just a little bit faster. And he cherishes each and every bud.

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Hiei ⚔️

He could care less tbh

He isn't all that familiar with human gestures, so he doesn't know what to make of it when you present him with a bouquet

“Are you taunting me?” He asks.

And you have to explain to him that sometimes humans like to gift flowers to their lovers as a way to show affection.

He personally thinks it's a waste of time and energy. A few weeds that shrivel up and die within a week are supposed to symbolize your feelings? Why waste your human currency when he can just show you affection through his actions. i.e. watching over you.

He tells you as much too, but the second he sees you deflate, he quickly snatches them up.

Grumbling out a ‘Don’t start sulking like a child. I didn't say I rejected your little gift.’ And a ‘Next time don't bother. Come to me directly.’

Hiei will only receive your flowers in private.

You will not be able to catch him in public to give them to him.

In fact, he rarely goes out during the day. Preferring to wait for you at home.

He will also not mention it to the others and trusts you'll do the same.

Your relationship is private, and he prefers to keep it that way.

While Hiei personally doesn't see the appeal of giving flowers, he knows you do.

Which is why you wake up one morning to see a single white orchid on your pillow

And he'll deny it was ever him that left it there.

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Bonus Jin🌪️

The purest of bois

He's absolutely ecstatic when you give him flowers

Like Hiei, he doesn't understand many human gestures. But it's the fact you're giving him something that makes him so happy.

You could probably give him a rock and he'd have the same reaction

He eventually asks you why you brought him flowers.

And when you say it's because you love him, he's practically jumping with joy. Picking you up in a strong hug and swinging you around a few times before placing a smooch on your cheek.

“You've got me ears wigglin’ and everything!” And sure enough, the tips of his ears are jittering about in excitement.

He'd like to return the favor and get you flowers just as beautiful however-

“We've got a few pretty plants in demon world, but they'd probably bite your head clean off. Woosh! Just like that.” He explains.

He settles for bringing you little wildflowers whenever he has a chance to visit instead.

He's a little fascinated to find out there's meaning behind each flower.

He just figured they were pretty and that's it.

When you tell him a baby’s breath (which he thinks is an incredibly weird name for a flower) means long lasting love, he swears he can feel his face warm.

So he tries to find you flowers that hold meaning too.

The color red always seems to mean love, so most of the flowers he gifts to you in return are that color.

He's just an absolute sweetheart all around 🥺

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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY 💘

[kuni-is-daddy]

scaramouche argument fic but "make up? more like make out"

Wanderer x lessor lord reader.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

WORD COUNT: 1.1K

Scara masterlist lessor lord masterlist

Where it last left off your once eternal enemy, Shouki no kami. Has erased himself from irminsul. After running into you 'by chance'. You treat him out for tea at your house because of the "mysterious" aura he had. Mild teasing leads to you two building a "intimate" connection and you remembering who he truly was, Kunikuzushi.

It was the middle of a cloudy afternoon in sumeru city by the time you got back from the "date" you and Kuni went on. You knew you had many other things to attend to but that wasn't important. You wanted to make it up too him once you two got back. "Kuni... please talk to me." You sped up to him and caught his hand. He looked down on you with a look of disgust while flicking his hat up. "I thought today was going to be about you and me Y/n. But.. Unfortunately, your too busy playing as the 'god of wisdom' right now to care...about..me." he sighed. "It's not like that! I'm sorry, I just had to figure this out. The talking hydro fungus, apep and the forbidden knowledge and many more things that happened today.. I didn't expect nor want all of this. I know we we're supposed to go on our date but-" he cut you off "But what? You told me you had time and didn't care about the circumstances. Yet here I find you in the same fucking spot we are now. At the gates, walking around into the forest with some stupid creature. Simple as that. I dont expect much from you over my sins y/n but if you cant take out time for me that isnt 'doing errands' and being more a 'human' then why are you even here? Why did you even save me?" He jerked your hand away and continued walking away. "Kuni! Don't you get it though? If this was left unchecked and apep stayed this ill. All of sumeru could've been in danger. My people.. and even life all across teyvat. Of course, i love you, more then anything. But..Im still an archon." You ran Infront of him once again, stopping him in the middle of his steps while he now had a completely irritated look on his face. "That's all it's about 'god of wisdom'. Your 'people', this self-righteousness you have. Don't you hear yourself? 'life all across teyvat' more then half of it is not your concern. Who cares about the rest of fake world. Your trying to hard y/n, Just move out of my way." It was humiliating, others around the city turned their heads. Watching as their god pathetically tried to chase for forgiveness. At this point, you truly wondered if you had to pick between him or sumeru, your nation of wisdom.

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Kuni... That's all you could think about while sitting behind your desk in your bedroom. 'Your too busy to care about me.' those words echo'd through your mind. Making your heart sink with every breath you took as you picked up another inform. 'acting grand sage alhaitham has filed to resign immediately. States: 'it is not the future he wants to entirely devote his life too' you folded up the inform and placed it in a folder. "if only I could do the same." You leaned your head against the desk. Watching as the rain poured down your window, coating the now blurry view of sumeru city. remembering the countless times kuni would sit by your side reading those forms as well, proposing more "suitable" ways to punish scholars. You smiled, Remembering all of the fun moments you and kuni had, Even though in some ways you two we're complete opposites it was a blessing to have him around. A tear streamed down your cheek as you closed your eyes. Falling asleep to the sounds of the rain.

Hours later you awoke to the sound of thunder, scratching your eyes you got up from your desk and headed to the kitchen. Setting up the first bag of tea you saw glimpse your eye. Leaning against the counter you sat in silence. 'That pain in my chest is still around... maybe the tea will help me relax.' You took your cup and poured the tea, blowing on it to cool it down. Taking a sip realizing a unfamiliar taste. "Bleh- what is this? So bitter.." Shifting your vision back to the tea bag, you frowned at what it was. 'Bitter black tea.' Kuni's favorite. "..maybe I should call him over so we can talk." you said while looking back down at the cup, witnessing your reflection. However, your zone out was cut short by a knock at the door.

"Hmm?" You put the cup down and walked towards the front door, scratching your eyes. Opening it to be greeted by Kuni standing in the rain. "Oh. So your here." he said casually. "K-kuni?! Why are you out in the rain?? Your going to get sick." You grabbed his hand and gestured him into your house. Already running to fetch him something new to put on. "Y/n. About earlier." You ran around your kitchen. Brewing more tea and handing him clothes. "This is the largest size I have.. i think it'll fit you right? We are the same age after all." handing the close to him, you turned your attention back to the tea. "Y/n... Cut it out." You tilted your head at his words. "What do you mean Kuni? I dont even know how long you've been out their! what if your sick" He chuckled, sat on the couch then took off his hat. "Im a puppet. You expect me to get sick? or is that what you want?" You followed him to the couch while rolling your eyes at his remark, Placing his tea on the table. "Earlier. What happened with our date. I wanted to say sor-" Kuni stuttered while speaking. "Hmm? Say what Kuni?" "Sorr-eee" you gave a dumfounded look.

'is he struggling to say sorry?' it was a little cute but sad how he isn't familiar with being apologetic. Or showing remorse "fuck. this human emotions stuff is so aggravating. Look. 'He took a deep breath' Im..sorry alright. I know I have to own up to things and your trying to help me and...I guess I shouldn't have brought up sumeru like that, it kinda was amusing going around the desert, seeing some old dragon and killing some hilichurls. Its just that..You've been the only one in my life to really care... Even after how I touched you in my past life. I Just wanted some alone time with you. Not just being your prisoner and running errands now." "Kuni..." Your eyes started to water. "Ugh. Why are you crying... I thought that was the right thing to say" He grew closer to you, cupping your cheek with his hand while wiping away your tears with a cloth. You then held onto his wrist, Sinking into his touch. "It was Kuni, just haven't heard you ever say something that nice." he chuckled. "Well I'm sure theirs a more. Suiting way for you."

Kuni pressed his lips onto yours, you moaned into the kiss while wrapping your hands around him "K-kuni~your so rough" "Mmm...but you like it that way don't you? Who ever thought the god of wisdom was such a slut for my touch" your tongues intertwined as you both exchanged each other's tastes. "Hah..fuck y/n.. cmere.. mmm sit on my lap." You sat on Kuni's lap. Slowly beginning to grind on his cock as his hands shifted down to your ass "Yeah baby, just like that. Grind on daddy's cock~" "Kuni I love you~ I..I want you.. please" you felt his hard on through his pants. "Yeah? what does my little slut want." The way his cock pressed against you would make your body shivers at how erect it was getting. You pulled him into another kiss. The both of you gasping for air. "Kuni...Kuni.. please~ cum in my mouth. I want it~" "shit keep saying my name like that y/n.. get on your fucking knees and open that slut mouth of yours" you climbed off of Kuni and onto the floor. Tugging off your shirt. "Fuck yes. Gonna take your shirt off for daddy too? Want me to cum all over your chest?" He took his cock out, pumping it more then pushing the tip into your mouth. "Hah..your mouth is so fucking warm." Kuni roughly pushed his cock down your throat, making you choke and let out a squeal. "Oh fuck~ yes. Take daddy's cock." You never heard Kuni moan so passionately before like that. The way he'd praise your mouth and chase his high "Fuck~ Ah..yes..m' so close.. daddy's gonna cum." he thrusted hard into your throat. Practically fucking you. "Hah..hah...Yes..OH FUCK M GONNA CUM~" ropes of his warm cum shot down your throat. "Open that fucking mouth of yours." He Pushed your head back and stared at you intently. Making sure you swallowed all of his cum. You did, tongue hanging out as you gasped for air.

"Fuck..Your so addicting y/n. I love you."

[wordsarelife]

all american bitch

pairing: anthony lockwood x fem!reader

summary: everyone knew there was something wrong in the way that quill talked to you, and slowly you started noticing as well

warnings: swearing, making out, sexual references, trauma, death of a relative and quill acting like a jerk

a/n: i don't particulary like quill in this fic and i'm not really sure if his character development (or the reasons why he did what he did) makes sense, but i just love to write happy endings, so please just ignore it lol

lockwood was doing what he did often, watching you sit on a stair, wating for your brother to come back, without moving a muscle.

"do you see that?" lockwood turned his head to look at george, pointing you out to his friend "he just lets her sit there and disappears for gods knows how long"

"it's a shame" george nodded and lockwood couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or genuine. "but everyone knows how he treats her, lockwood and it's her own decision, that she tolerates that. i don't think she would fancy you saving her"

lockwood decided to ignore the last thing george had said "how bad of a brother do you have to be for everyone else to know?"

george just shrugged and lockwood was ready to repeat what he had said (for the simple need of getting an answer), when lucy entered his field of vision and involuntary declared herself his new victim.

"thank you, george" lockwood patted his friends shoulder, while pushing his empty glass into the hands of one very confunsed george.

"do you see that?" lockwood stepped next to lucy, without bothering to think of a new introductory sentence.

"huh?" lucy turned her head to the side, confused by lockwoods sudden appearance. "what did you say?"

lockwood pointed in your direction and lucy followed his eyes

"y/n?" lucy asked, not sure what lockwood was saying

"yeah, y/n" lockwood nodded aggravated "just y/n" he took a glass of champagne from one of the servers trays, downing it at once. "he left her waiting again. i thought maybe you could go talk to her, you being a girl and all"

lucy rolled her eyes, glaring at the boy "you want me to go over there and tell her to not accept her brother treating her horribly?"

"precisely"

"her brother who's a decorated member at fittes?"

lockwood nodded again "forget it" lucy shook her head, laughing dryly "i'm not getting involved in quill kipps' mess"

"it's y/n's mess too!" lockwood said angrily, outstretching his arm and pointing his hand in your direction

"why don't you go over there?" lucy crossed her arms, smiling triumphantly.

"because it's not my business?" lockwood said a bit too fast, not thinking his answer through. lucy send him a blank stare. "yeah, i'll just go over there" lockwood said quickly, not in the mood to fight with lucy and lose once again

"yeah, you better" lucy waved at him

lockwood groaned under his breath, putting his empty glass on an abondened table, before he continued his walk in your direction. as always, you were looking beautiful. your hair was curled and your dress had the most beautiful maroon color he had ever seen.

you turned your head in his direction, noticing him, when he was a few meters away. it wouldn't have taken a genius to see that anthony lockwood was in love with you, and still you had never noticed.

"hey" lockwood smiled, holding out his hand to help you up "you shouldn't be sitting on those stairs, your dress might get ruined"

"oh, well, quill has been gone for some minutes and it was too tiring to stand this entire time"

"why don't you join our table, then?" lockwood suggested

you looked through the crowd of people, trying to find quill. you laughed, unsurely, before you finally nodded "it probably wouldn't hurt" you smiled, taking him up on his offer and following him through the crowd.

"hey guys!" you smiled once your sight fell on george and lucy. both of them just stared back at you with big eyes. "sorry" you scratched your arm "do i have something on my face?" george quickly shook his head, while lucy stayed motionless in place

finally. "lockwood" lucy said through gritted teeth "could i talk to you for a second?"

you send a confused look in lockwoods direction, who just smiled at you, totally unaffected by lucy's threatening tone. "why don't you sit down with george?" he pulled back one of the chairs for you to sit down "we'll be back in just a second"

you nodded, sitting down on the chair. lockwood and lucy didn't really walk far until they started discussing. you could make out some words like 'kipp's mess' and 'saviour complex' that lucy directed at lockwood.

you smiled awkwardly at george. "how do you.. like the party this far?"

"eeh, it's fine" george looked anywhere but at you

"food and drinks are free" you smiled, nudging him "that sounds a bit better than just fine, doesn't it?"

george shrugged, seemingly uninterested in holding up a conversation with you and before you could start another hopeless attempt to get him to speak, lockwood and lucy were already back. by the looks of it they were not able to sort out their differences.

lucy sat down in the chair next to george, crossing her arms and sending looks at lockwood that could've killed.

lockwood, absolutely unbothered, didn't even look at her. instead he was watching you. "do you want to eat something?" he asked "we haven't ordered anything yet"

you shook your head "nah, i promised quill that we would eat together"

"how long has he been gone for?" lockwood asked intrigued

you shrugged your shoulders "i don't know, an hour maybe?"

"woah, that's pretty long, right guys?" lockwood looked between george and lucy, obviously expecting some type of reaction. lucy ignored him completely, while george nodded slowly, unsure if he wanted to even get involved in whatever lockwood was doing.

you shook your head "it's fine. i don't mind waiting"

"you can stay with us" lucy smiled at you and made it perfectly clear, that she wasn't angry at you, but lockwood. you always liked lucy. she was welcoming and you loved to listen to her complain about her two male roommates.

with george you didn't really have a relationship. you were friendly towards each other but never really talked apart from that.

and lockwood? lockwood something different. your brother hated him, so you weren't really allowed to spend any time in his company, apart from when they would fight with each other. but he was always nice and you could call him a friend. you had done your best to prevent it, but you had also developed a little crush on him these past few years. something quill would have your head for if he knew. but lockwood was your chance of freedom. he was everything your brother despised and that just made it all the more daunting.

"lockwood" the voice behind you send shivers down your spine.

"kipps" lockwood smiled, overly satisfied, while he turned around in his chair, putting an protective arm on yours and blocking your brothers contact to you.

"y/n" quill muttered "didn't i tell you to wait there?" he poined across the room

you sighed silently "sorry" you patted lockwoods leg "we were just catching up and you were gone for some time, so i thought-" you didn't get to finish that sentence

"what the fuck do you not understand in 'wait here'?" quill was angry and you didnt want to fight. but before you could say sorry again, lucy jumped to your rescue.

"this is all your fault" she muttered under her breath, seemingly talking to lockwood before she turned her head to your brother "i'm really sorry" she smiled brightly "i thought y/n and i could talk a bit. i miss having a girl around"

"oh" quill said confused. his anger had suddenly evapurated. he didn't really mind you spending time with girl generally or lucy in particular. "well, i didn't know that" he averted his eyes. "i'll be at our table. see you there" he walked away and you knew that this was him telling you to be there in less than ten minutes or something would happen

"does- does he always talk to you like that?" george asked hesitantely. you could see on his face that he was unsure if he wanted an answer to that. he probably didn't even want to involve himself in anything that was about you.

"yeah" you muttered, a bit ashamed of the way your brother acted even in front of other people "at least since i'm living with him"

"why don't you just leave?" lucy leaned over the table, confusion evident on her face

"i won't" you said honestly "after our dad died, my mother wasn't able to finance my schooling, but quill was. i owe him something"

"you don't owe him anything" lockwood shook his head "don't you ever get angry at the way he treats you"

"more often than you would think" you eyes wandered across the room. quill was telling some fittes guy a story. he was laughing and widely gesturing. you couldn't remember the last time he had laughed in your presence. "he didn't always used to be like this. our father and him were close and it took a toll on him"

"you're still his sister" lucy reminded

"oh, i know that" you smiled sadly "i wouldn't have stayed if i wasn't"

"how long are you planning to stay?"

you shrugged your shoulders. "as long as i have to. i'll save some money until i have enough to pay him back and rent something"

lockwood looked at his friends. eyebrows raised. you could see the gears turning in their heads, before lucy repeatedly shook her head. george didn't seem happy as well. lockwood turned back to you

"how would you liked to work at lockwood and co?" he asked, beaming "you could move in with us, save money to pay your brother back and not have to indulge his presence. i hear you're pretty good with sight"

you were stunned at his suggestion "do you really mean that?" you asked hopeful

"yeah, lockwood" lucy raised her eyebrows, daring him to answer "do you really mean that?"

"of course" lockwood smiled "we want to help you, right guys?" lucy and george both averted their eyes. you noticed the growing tension

"you really don't have to" you said "i don't think george or lucy are too convinced. i can take another year or two with quill"

as if on cue, quill made his way across the venue. "shit" you whispered as soon as you noticed him moving closer. you did the first thing you could think of, knowing he would cause a scene as soon as he had found you. you took lockwoods hands, dragging him in the other direction quickly.

you two ended up in a broom closet. of all places.

"did you meant to walk into a broom closet?" lockwood asked behind you

"of course not" you opened the door slowly "well. it's too late now anyway" you closed the door again and leaned your back against it

"okay, why are we here exactly?" lockwood made a gesture to open the door, but you pushed him back slightly

"my brother would've caused a scene if he had found me"

"alright" lockwood said, but then raised his brows "and he wouldn't if he found you here?"

you suddenly noticed how you had brought yourself into an even worse situation. lockwood and you were standing pretty close to each other. you could feel his breath fanning over your cheek and you nodded. "he totally would" you laughed and lockwood joined in "he hates you guts"

"can't say i particulary like him" lockwood admitted shamelessly "but he has a beautiful sister"

"well, thank you" you could feel the redness entering you cheeks. at least it was a bit darker in here "he probably would cut my head off if he found us here. even if i told him that it isn't what it looks like"

"well, what does it look like?" lockwood muttered, even closer now

you looked up at him with big eyes. he almost falted under that look. he wanted to kiss you so badly and he was wishing you would indicate the same

"i mean- eh it does look pretty compromising"

"does it now?"

"yeah" your voice had jumped a pitch higher at his close proximity. but you couldn't help but wish for him to finally kiss you. "please" you muttered

"what do you want, darling?" he asked softly, pushing one strand of hair behind your ear.

"please" you repeated "kiss me"

lockwood didn't wait for a second demand. he closed the space between you, interlocking your lips. he tasted sweet, a bit like marshmallows and you smiled into the kiss. your hands wandered to his neck, pushing him impossibly closer, while his hands wandered to your lower back, returning the pressure you were exerting.

he pressed you against the door and you voluntarily opened your mouth for his tongue to enter. faster than you had expected, he broke the kiss, sloppily kissing your neck instead

"shit" you muttered lowly. you quickly gripped his neck, pushing his face away from your neck and back to your mouth. you continued that play for at least ten minutes, when you suddenly remembered why you had been hiding here in the first place

"thank you for your offer" you said, breathlessly "but i can do it for a bit longer"

"is he ever gonna stop treating you this way?" lockwood kissed your temple

"i don't know" you shrugged "but i will talk to him. you guys were right, i shouldn't just accept it. my father died too"

"i'll be here anytime you need me" lockwood assured "or anytime you just want to make out"

you smiled brightly at the boy, pecking his lips, before you opened the door to the closet. "time for the real world, pretty boy"

"i like the sound of.." lockwood interrupted himself. right before the very door you had come out of, now watching your flustered faces distastefully, was standing none other than quill kipps

"what the fuck" he said angrily when he had connected the dots. you were ready to tell him that nothing had happened, but suddenly remembered that that wouldn't be the whole truth

"hey" you smiled, unsure what to say in your defence

"y/n" quill said slowly, and you were glad that the room was outside of the ballroom. the guests or anyone else wouldn't hear him scream at you. "did you two just fuck in there?" you could almost see smoke coming out of his ears. his eyes had fallen to to strap of your dress, that was now hanging at your elbow. you quickly fixed it

"what?" you asked surprised "no, of course not" you knew lockwood was smiling without looking at him. he put his arm around you, pulling you closer at your waist.

"you're not speaking to your sister in that tone" he declared and you send him a wide eyed look. it was hard enough for you to stand up for quill, but he definitely would never listen to lockwood of all people

"yeah, or what?"

"watch yourself" lockwood was angry now, too. "she's still your sister"

"and you are?" quill crossed his arms "you're no one, nothing to her at all"

"leave him alone" you muttered. you had never once even protested at what your brother had said at you, but it was different when he spoke to lockwood that way

"what the fuck did you just say?" quill asked surprised, he had forgotten his anger for the time to be

"you heard me" you said a bit louder now "and you heard him too. you can change your tone when speaking to me"

"ooh" quill laughed "the little miss is making demands"

"i tolerated it long enough" you reminded him "i understood you were griefing, but so was i. you never had any sympathy towards me, so why would i still have any for you? especially since you're ordering me around like your little maid" lockwood squeezed your side

"who put a roof over your head? who payed for everything and anything you needed?"

"you did"

"right" quill smiled smugly

"and i'm thankful for you doing all of that for me. i never even complained, but all of it does not warrant you treating me the way you do"

"watch what you're saying" quill pointed his finger at you accusingly "i prepared you for the real world, i brought you up and you go and throw all of it away for some boy. why do you act like a slut"

the gasp that left lockwoods mouth could've been loud enough for everyone outside the building to hear

"how dare you call me that?" tears entered your eyes slowly. lockwood was pulling up his sleeves, ready to fight the older boy, but you held his arm down. "i'm still your sister" you reminded quill, who looked a bit remorseful at your tears

he sighed, turning away, before he looked back at you "i didn't mean it like that. you're making it hard for me to trust you when you walk off and sleep with the enemy as soon as i leave you own your own"

"i didn't even sleep with him" you screamed angrily. quills eyes had grown big. never in your life had you ever screamed at him. "but if i wanted to i could, because i'm almost an adult"

"you're a kid" quill spat "and it's my job to take care of you. make sure that you turn out well and not get yourself knocked up at seventeen"

"oh my god" you groaned "i didn't sleep with anyone" you repeated once again

"i know" quill said surprisingly soft "but mum did. she ended up pregnant and without any degree in anything. and now, after dad’s death she has nothing to support you with, not even herself. i want you to make different decisions, to be smart and learn something, before you lose focus and fall in love"

you sighed "i understand that" you turned your head to look at lockwood, smiling slightly "but i think it's already too late"

quill sighed as well.

"you didn't have to treat me the way you did" you said "you could've just been honest with me, you know?"

"i know" quill nodded "but i was never good at these things.." he paused, tears briming at the corners of his eyes "dad was"

"i miss him too" you admitted, your voice breaking "and i hate what his death did to you. you weren't always like this"

quill nodded and couldn't bring himself to look you in the eyes. you were right about this, he knew you were. but he had just tried to make a good person out of you. he knew that it wasn't an excuse, but he was working in a dangerous field and he thought that if he would be distant and mean, you wouldn't mourn his death as much as you had did your dad's. "i'm sorry" quill said truthfully and you could see the remorse in his eyes

"i don't want to hate you"

quill nodded

"but you have to be better. an apology alone is not enough. i love you but i'm not beneath receiving any love back" you told him "you have to change the way you treat me, honestly quill, it's not okay" slowly, but determinated, you stepped closer to hug him.

you couldn't remember the last time you had done that. you had missed you brothers warmth. he had always been a good brother, before all this mess had happened and you knew you could forgive him eventually. both of you had taken far too long to have an honest conversation

"we will fix it, i promise" quill muttered into your hair and you nodded, before you losened the hug.

quill's eyes fell upon lockwood. he send him a nod. "thank you for being nice to her"

lockwood contemplated to scatter salt into the wound by saying something along the lines of 'i was just doing what you apparently couldn't', but then instead he just nodded. "of course"

quill smiled tightlipped, before he turned back to you. "and once we get home, we will have a very important conversation"

"quill" you laughed uncomfortably and your brother laughed as well. the sound send shivers down your spine and you had rarely been this happy. for the first time in a long time it seemed like everything would become good again.

"i'll call you" you smiled in lockwoods direction, before you followed your brother out of the estate.

not because he had told you, but because you just wanted to and that was a very good feeling.

[thevanillerose]

BRUISES | YANDERE!MISHIMA x READER | BLACK BUTLER

~ WRITING COMMISSIONS ~ ~ PATREON ~ ~ KO-FI ~ ~ NOVELS ~

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own anything except my own writing. All properties belong to their respective creators.

They became painfully obvious.

The bandages. The plasters. The cuts. The bruises.

Even wearing that cream turtleneck hardly helped, because anyone who took so much as a second look could immediately tell. Yuuki Mishima didn't live happily. He didn't live freely. He lived under someone else's thumb.

And that thumb was steadily pressing down upon you as well...

Kamoshida must have thought he was the king, because he sure acted like one. Treating others how he pleased and taking what he wanted, while still maintaining a clever facade that made it seem like he was a noble, friendly guy.

You hated him. You knew what he was really like. What he did to the students who were too scared to speak up.

The males got beaten. You knew that much because of the state poor Mishima was in.

The girls got hounded. You knew that because of...Shiho.

Ann always visited her at the hospital, so at least she had that much comfort. Still...it was little condolence after what she had been through. You truly despised Kamoshida...and eventually you grew tired of seeing Mishima suffering on his own. Forced to endure in silence, terrified to the point where he wouldn't say a word about it. Others did ask, some did question, but he would always force a shaky smile and laugh it off with a “what are you talking about” sort of statement.

So you got yourself involved. Joined the volleyball team, even knowing who the coach was.

It took some time and cautiousness on your part, but eventually you witnessed something that proved what kind of man Kamoshida really was.

He kept Mishima back for 'practice' one day, and you wisely lingered around, suspicious of what he truly intended. You watched through a crack in the gym door, and witnessed it all. Kamoshida must have pounded that rubber volleyball against Mishima's face so many times it could have broken his nose.

You nearly intervened, but fear and apprehension seized both your arms, holding you back from opening that door.

And you resented yourself for it ever since.

Mishima didn't even know that you knew, so your invitation to get some ice cream together must have just seemed like a nice gesture. Really it was a subtle way for you to ask forgiveness. You wanted to bring him even a little joy, and it was on you.

He showed up late but you hardly cared. It was a sunny enough day so you waited outside the parlour for him, scanning the various options displayed on the banner outside. They were all so colourful and carefully crafted that they looked a little too good to eat.

“Ah, [Y/N]!”

A gentle voice called and you looked over, immediately breaking out in a warm smile when you saw Mishima approaching. He was jogging lightly your way, but stumbled the moment he reached you and quickly caught himself against the pole holding the banner up, knocking it a bit. “Whoops-!”

“Careful there.” you urged and reached out to steady his arm. You were shocked when you felt a flinch as soon as your fingers graced him, and instinctively jerked your hand back.

Mishima gave you a sheepish look.

“I...I'm sorry. I guess I didn't get enough sleep last night...”

He's still trying to hide it.

“Well, that's alright.” you shrugged it off and opened the door so you could both go inside. “After you.”

Really, you only ever had more confidence when you were around Mishima. He was far shyer than yourself so it helped, but put you in a room with Kamoshida and you'd be just as much of a quivering mess. You'd come to realize that as big of a hero as you wanted to be, you didn't have the courage to confront the man. Someone had to stop him though.

Someone...

As you sat down with Yuuki and thanked a passing waitress for the menus she handed you both, you opened yours up but peered over the top of it at him. He was busy studying his own copy so he didn't notice you looking.

You saw them. He was wearing another shirt with a high collar, always prepared. But it had slipped down and bunched up a bit around his neck, revealing an indigo welt on the side of it.

You could have crushed the menu in your hands. It sickened you. This boy was too kindly to deserve treatment like this. Did he really mess up so badly and so consistently that he deserved to get beaten like that?

No, of course not. The only reason he took so much damage was because Kamoshida enjoyed it. Mishima was a toy to him. Eventually he'd end up breaking him, just like he did with Shiho...

“...I'm...really not sure what to order...” Mishima admitted, actually looking embarrassed about it to some extent. Of course he didn't need to be, but you decided to help out by setting your own menu down and pointing to an icy looking vanilla and blueberry sundae.

“I'm thinking the 'Jack Frost', maybe you could have the same? Or if we get a big one we could share?”

That kind of came out without real intention. You were treating Mishima as a best friend, forgetting that he was still a guy. Though even a girl might feel shy about this sort of thing too. Regardless, he went totally pink in the cheeks.

“U-um...I mean if you want to share we can but...”

Ah...that would look a bit...

“No, we can just get separate ones!”

You saved the awkwardness, just. Mishima visibly squirmed in his seat a bit, almost as if he really did want to take you up on your original offer, but any chance passed as soon as you placed your order. He silently cursed his own relentless shyness. It only seemed to grow tenfold when he was around you, which was painful considering you were one of the few true friends he had. It left him paranoid, worrying that he'd slip up and send you running away.

Yet you didn't feel that way about him at all. If anything, you could kind of relate to what he was feeling. But those things went unsaid.

A lot of things went unsaid.

As you started eating you hoped that maybe Mishima would relax a bit and open up to you about what was going on. You had yourself convinced that your own hesitations would bleed away if he personally asked you for help. You'd feel so compelled to save him that you'd stop being scared, surely.

Perhaps that was just a fool's hope though. The conversations you had were as bland as this vanilla, deliberately skirting around anything potentially heavy. So desperately you wanted to question those newly applied plasters doubled up on his cheeks, even if you suspected you'd get an answer like “a cat scratched me”, but you only ended up discussing the weather, the current schoolwork you had, and other mindless things.

However...although at first you feared this wasn't helping Mishima at all, you began to notice something. His posture, steadily relaxing. A little bit of a smile coming to light on his lips. A calmness settling in those typically startled and weary eyes. The more you chatted about your favorite movies and books, the happier he seemed to become, until eventually you noticed an enthusiasm that surprised you.

“I really didn't expect the twist at the end! Who would have thought the murderer was a police detective the whole time?”

Mishima spoke eagerly now, on a roll. You sat back a little with surprise but just smiled wider, listening intently to every word he said. This was what you had been hoping for, yearning for. To see him actually experiencing some sort of joy...

“Hey Mishima, do you mind if I come sit next to you?” you requested suddenly, and he actually agreed to it, albeit with a scarlet flush building on his cheeks again.

“S-sure thing...”

“Thanks. It'll just make it easier for us to talk to each other.”

But really, it would make it a lot easier to bring up the topic of those marks without letting other people overhear. The place wasn't super busy but it didn't hurt to be cautious.

Sitting down on his side of the booth, you immediately felt the slight warmth emanating from his person, the delicate smell of shampoo that lingered on his body. Yet you also noticed those little quivers he had been trying to hide, and of course...those damn...

“...Bruises...”

You murmured the word, but watched him go still as stone as soon as you said it. Mishima slowly turned his head and looked at you with wide eyes. Clearing your throat, you reached for your half finished ice cream and slid it over, poking away at the chocolate base in the bottom of the glass with your long spoon.

“I know you probably don't want to talk about them...but I can't ignore them any longer, Mishima-” you turned your head and looked him straight in those nervously stricken eyes.

“Please tell me the truth. Kamoshida has been...hurting you too, hasn't he?”

Typically Mishima would have brushed it off and come up with some excuse, just like he did when anyone else asked. Yet something about your question was totally different. It made his blood run cold when he heard it.

'Too'?

“[Y/N]...d-did you...did he...?”

“Hurt me as well? I guess I phrased that badly...” you sighed and swirled your spoon around, listening to the subtle sound it made, the glass ringing like a distant bell. “He hasn't laid a hand on me yet, but whenever he looks at me...I know he wants to do something.”

Mishima swallowed thickly. His eyes focussed on your form. Your pretty face and body, the gentle way you carried yourself. How pure and sweet you were, how kind as to give him the time of day and actually bother to spend time with him like this. The thought of Kamoshida doing anything to you...that changed the whole ball game, so to speak.

His nails dug a little in the edge of the table, and he looked down with teeth grit behind his lips. Yet they parted when he spoke lowly:

“I-if he does anything to you...tell me...”

“Mishima...” you looked over sadly at the dark blue haired boy, straightening up and setting your spoon down. Your hand came out and gently touched his arm. “Don't worry about me, you're the one who needs help here. I can see what he does to you. I know you try to hide it, I know you try to make excuses, but I've seen the truth for myself.”

And so you told him about the time you saw him being beaten up. And you watched as he looked at you, his heart clearly heavy. It must have been such a burden for him to keep it a secret. Yet even though you knew now...it didn't actually feel so bad.

In fact, he almost felt relieved.

You looked at him so kindly he could have cried. When your hand reached down and took his own upon his lap, he didn't hesitate much before squeezing yours in return. Your touch was as gentle as your manner, and he realized something so clearly then.

He needn't have worried at all.

You wanted to know about what he was dealing with. You wanted to help.

“I should have done something earlier, and I'm sorry. I was too nervous then, I was scared...” you confessed, and lifted his hand up just so your other could wrap around his knuckle. You were doing this under the table so people had no reason to stare. “...But I want to do something about it. I want to stop him, so he won't hurt you or me, or Shiho, or anyone else again.”

Mishima wanted that too, he really did. And though he was just as worried about what might happen, your own summoned determination gave him a little bit of hope too.

“...Then...let's work hard to stop him together.”

Neither of you knew how you'd do it, but you nodded in response, and so too did he.

He also happened to notice something then, while you were looking at him. Something not nearly quite so serious, but still something that ought to be amended, and could be. This would be his first act of confidence. His favour to you...

You flinched a little, having gone off in thought after letting go of his hand, and suddenly feeling something touch your cheek just by the corner of your mouth. Mishima wiped away the fleck of ice cream with his thumb and brought his hand back to himself. You watched him stare at the remnant of dessert on his digit with eyes crossed and focused, figuring he'd just wipe it off somewhere, only to watch in shock as he cleaned it off his hand with a simple lick.

His touch alone had left you red but this left you flustered and spluttering. “M-Mishima-!!”

“Ah!” Immediately he was just as rose and bowing his head repeatedly, clasping his hands together. “A-ah I'm sorry, that was weird of me! I'm super sorry!”

Well, as 'super sorry' as he was, the problem wasn't that it had been weird. If anything it had been just what a...boyfriend might do. Could you imagine Mishima being your boyfriend? The thought left your heart positively pounding and you had to look away from his equally fumbling self.

Yet there was no hiding the smile on your lips, as you pondered a hopeful possibility.

Perhaps he was a lot more confident than you thought...

Perhaps this alliance of yours would lead to something more...

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Chapter 2 - New Friends

We stop in front of... You guessed it, Pigsy's Noodles! "This is where I work! And I personally know the boss. So I bet I can get you a job here!" He spoke with so much enthusiasm and a bright smile. Oh, this poor sweet summer child. You really should not trust strangers this much. 

Fousces. You Need To Keep Your "Act" Up.

Right! "Oh please, dear! This is way too much. We literally just met! I don't even know your name." Mk looks like he is staring through me. He probably just realized he dragged a stranger to his job. He opens his mouth like he is going to say something but is interrupted. "MK!" We both turn to the doorway of the restaurant. And you guessed it Pigsy. Pigsy looks pretty much the same. He has his white chef outfit. It's a pink pig with fuzzy arms and a chin.

He looks at Mk and practically charges at him. "Where have you been?!" Pigsy screams in Mk's face. But Mk looks at him blankly. "You were supposed to go get my delayed shipment! So I could continue making noodles for my customers! But for you taking so  long  I had to close early!" Pigsy wacks him with his spoon.  "Oh. I knew I was forgetting something." He rubs his head.

"You just need to walk down the street!! How were you gone for 5 hours!?" "Well, you see. I was going to the shipment. But you won't believe what I saw! There was a bright beam! And no one else seems to see it!" Mk makes the motions of the beam. Wait, beam? I don't remember any beam. "So pulling a page from Monkey King! I decided to investigate it. I ran towards but it was starting to fade away. So with my quick thinking, I jumped on a bus."

Mk makes motions like he is parkouring over things. Then throwing himself in a "bus." "And I was so close to figuring out what it was! But by the time I got there, the beam was gone." MK looks defeated. "So I stayed on the bus to take me home. Where I helped my new friend." He shows me off  and I give a small wave. Pigsy seems to have finally noticed me. "Oh, yeah. Before I forget she needs a job, so I was wondering if you could hire her." Pigsy stares at the both of us blankly for a moment. "WHAT?!"

~~~~

And now I'm just sitting here with a cup of tea, which I don't even like. So it's just sitting with me here. I look down at it and see my reflection for the first time. Hm. This is the new me now. I don't know how to feel about this. Um! Stsyem distract me!

Would You Like To Keep Your Old Name? Or Do You Want A New Name?

My old name? I mean it wasn't unique. It wasn't a bad name. But it was my name. I don't know. A new name would be fun. Also, I could get to pick my name. But-

Starting Random Name Gentoar...

Hey, Rude! I was still thinking! A hand waves in front of my face and I jerk away from it. I turn to the hand's wielder. And see Tang! He is wearing a long white shirt with a red vest over it. Dark blue pants and brown shoes. with of course his thick black glass. He sits next to me and places a brown tote bag beside him. 

"Are you okay? You have been staring at the tea for a long time. You didn't even hear me when I called you." I could feel my cheeks heat up. "Sorry about that. I get lost in my thoughts a lot." He pulls out a notebook and pen. He gives me a small hm. "Do you know where the cook is?" "Oh yeah, he's in the back with MK. So he might be a while." I point to the back door where they are talking now.

Now that I think about it. They have been reticent. I turn back to Tang. And he is eating a bowl of noodles. Where did he get that? "So what brings you here?" I decided to ask. "I know the cook personally. And I enjoy his cooking. So come here often. How do you know Mk?" He gives me a side glance. "I just met Mk at a bus stop. I have been struggling a bit so MK paid for me."

"As soon as he learned that. He dragged me here. And is trying to get me a job here, thus why I am here." I look back down at my tea. That is starting to get cold now. Tang smiles fondly, looking back to his noodles. "That's just MK for you. He is a really good person. I think you will get the job. Pigsy is not one to leave someone when they need him." I turn to him. "So do I. But back to you. What do you do for a living?" Tang places the noodles next to his notebook and takes a sip of his tea. Which once again where did he get that?! "I teach literature at a nearby college. As well as trying to write a book. But besides that, I teach a bit of everything but mainly focus on mythology, history, tragedy, fairy tale, folklore, and drama." He takes another sip. 

"I'm currently teaching "The Journey to the West." He picks up the bowl and starts to eat from it again. Bingo. "What do you think about it so far? I lean on my hand as I look at him. "Well, I won't lie I have been intrigued. It doesn't help there is so little on the Monkey King. Like his last where about. He just vanished." I could practically see the shine in his glass. " Ah. Sorry. The Monkey King is but a myth. So he might not be even real." Those same glasses cracked when he remembered I was still there.

"Your tone tells me you might believe he is real. You don't need to go all natural on me. If it helps I think he does exist." I snicker. "As my students call it I went teacher mode on you. But yes I do believe he exists and I have reason to believe he is on Flower Fruit Mountain. Especially since it is the hardest thing to find! And if you even do find it there are so many challenges before you even get to the actual mountain!" He slammed down his bowl on the counter and stood up. I jerk upwards from me not expecting it. Putting my hands up like I'm about to be arrested.

I sweat dropped. "You seem really passionate about it. Why don't you write your book on that?" I suggested. Tang seemed to snap out of his trance. He gave a nervous laugh before sitting down. "Acullaty now that you say that. it's not a bad idea." He looked deep down. He then started to write a bunch of stuff down at record speed. His glasses had a full shine to them. Then he slammed down his pen. "I got it!" He grabs my hands with a bright smile and stars in his eyes. "Thank you. I have been struggling for months. Trying to figure out what to write. But you gave me the best idea." 

"O-oh it's nothing. You would have probably figured it out yourself before I even suggested it." I gave a small nervous laugh. I knew Tang was obsessed with Monkey King. But lord I didn't know it was this deep. "Still! You probably speed up months of my thinking. By the way, my name is Tang." He sits back down and goes back to the noodles. " Nice to meet you, Tang! My name is-"

Kylie.

"Kylie!"

You Have Meant Tang.

Trust: 0/10

Love: 0/10

Friendship: 1/10

As he goes to take another bite of the noodles. A spoon comes flying at Tang and hits him square in the face. Making him fall off his chair and drop the bowl. I grab onto the noddle before it falls on the ground. Kind of impressed I was able to catch that. "Stop eating my noodles, you freeloader!" Pigsy yells at Tang pointing another spoon at him. What is it with them randomly getting items?!

"And you!" Pigsy points his spoon at me. "Y-Yes?" "Do you know how to cook noodles?!" "K-kind of! I know how to make decent broth but never homemade noodles before!" The noodles I have even made are instant noodles and only sometimes do I add stuff to it. "Have you worked as the cashier before?!" Pigsy continues to scream at me. "Yes, I'm very familiar with working as a cashier! As well as taking orders!" Is this an interview!? "Good, I expected you here tomorrow at 6 am to start your shift!"

You Have Met Pigsy.

Trust: 0/10

Love: 0/10

Friendship 0/10

"Yes sir!" I salute him. MK throws his arms around my neck like a hug. "See told you I would get you the job." He gave me a cheeky smile. "You indeed did. And I'm internally grateful. This gets rid of one of my problems." I patted his arms. "Well, I'm about to solve another! You can move in with me with you get back on your feet!" He lets go of me and shows me some keys which I could only assume were his home keys. I shake my head and hands no. "Oh! That's too much! I kind of have a place to stay at. Plus we again just met. We are practically still strangers!"

"Well, my name is Mk! I work at Pigsy Noodles. And you are my new roommate!" He says with the brightest smile as he offers me the keys despite how amazing this is for me. I can't help but see how unreal this situation is. No one in real life would be this nice unless they were trying to kill me. But then again this isn't real life anymore and I might as well make the most of it! "Name is Kylie and I guess I'm your new roommate." I take the keys.

Previous

[zzthekaiju]

Geez...

Call this whining, but now that Wingard's out of the director's seat (here's hoping they either get Dougherty back in the saddle OR someone like Guillermo del Toro on the line), I've been noticing a LOT of people wanting the next Godzilla movie to basically be "Godzilla gets fed up with humanity and turns on us all". And I really don't want that for a number of reasons (reinforces the bias against reptiles, been done before a million times, personal bias, etc.), particularly one specific detail...

It renders Serizawa's sacrifice, and the overarching themes of coexistence in the Monsterverse, entirely pointless.

That heart-tugging scene of him putting the fate of the world and its number one guardian above his own, of him making one last connection with the beast that inspired him, that moment they lock eyes before he gives his life to save him...it all goes down the drain if the ultimate endgame of the Monsterverse is Godzilla becoming our greatest threat when the OH SO PERFECT AND SQUEAKY-CLEAN APE gets to be the hero all the time (don't get me wrong, I love this version of Kong, but it just feeds into the "mammal good, reptile bad" trope I despise so much). Everything Serizawa and Monarch stood for as a whole ends up being for nothing if that's how it all goes down. And really, we've now done the whole "Godzilla gets pissed at us because of the actions of a few" thing with the Mechagodzilla situation.

NOW, I'm not saying Godzilla needs to be totally spotless. Absolutely not. I'm fine with him being kind of a jerk at this point...but what if he changed? What if, instead of just keeping him that way...we saw him develop? Y'know? As a character? Which is what he very much is, and NOT some glorified plot device?

Listen, making our relationship with Godzilla the centerpiece of the conflict isn't a bad idea. Not at all, as a matter of fact. A good way around it could be that the new monster he has to defeat is Hedorah, or a monster very much like Hedorah (considering the involvement of Yoshimitsu Banno, it feels inevitable). A horror conceived by our hubris and lack of care for the Earth. And yeah, Godzilla would be really angry at us...but he could also be tired. Overwhelmed. Borderline depressed at his Sisyphean life of having to undo every mistake we make. Maybe the real conflict could be him trying to find something, anything that makes his job worth it and not him not feel completely out of place in a world that's changed so much in the centuries he's been dormant. Maybe Monarch and/or a new cast of humans could help show the Big G that we appreciate him. They already teased this with how he acts around the Roman Coliseum (the novel confirms that he's homesick, awww), so why not give him that sort of emotional arc like they did for Kong? Maybe even give him more than just one scene with him and Mothra together, and show why their relationship works so well, ESPECIALLY when Big G's having a crisis! A unique jerk-to-nice-guy plot! I don't know, something that doesn't begin and end with him doing nothing but destroy things. That was cool for a while, but we need to get out of this "Godzilla can't be relatable because reptile" bunk that I have no doubt the higher-ups think. Heck, give him that son that Wingard clearly wanted to give him. Maybe the twist is that Little G absolutely adores humans and convinces his old man that they aren't so bad. That would work amazing! The possibilities are endless!

That, or they could go with my pitch for a "Godzilla X Mothra" movie. Please...?

I'm kidding, Twitter user Riamus came up with a WAY better premise, to be honest.

[tachimichishrine]

First of all I must say that... THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR THE VALUABLE CONTENT OF TACHIHARA, I NEED MORE OF THIS BEAUTY, I LOVE EACH OF YOUR WRITINGS AND... It's still going around in my head how the virgin Tachihara would react receiving his first oral, I need to see this guy cry 👏.

<oh my godddd yall need to stop making me meltdown with these compliments so i can elaborate on virgin tachi getting his brains fucked out so good he forgets his own name>

"first time"

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virgin!tachihara michizou x fem! reader

▸◃▵pt 1 // pt 2 // pt 3▵▹◂

warnings: nsfw ; drug + alcohol use implied ; slight voyeurism/ public sex ; degradation ; masturbation (m) ; oral (giving) ; intended lowercase ; cursing ; pt 2 of ruining pre-hunting dogs tachi im making this a goddamn series and it's gonna have more episodes than one piece

the engine purred quietly when your grip on the wheel was loose and your toes dipped on the pedal. your windows were rolled down and the breeze was blowing through his ebony hair.

the scent of the damp night horizon mixed in quite nicely with the sensation of your fingers dancing up and down tachihara's leg. you were leaning back in the seat, a gentle laughter as you snuck glances at his expression.

"the night's still young," you murmured teasingly, thumb rubbing up on his inner thigh. "you sure you don't-"

"shut up." his voice was shaking a lot more than he cared to let on, the quiet sigh almost lost in the wind.

it was too easy. you could see the silhouette of the bulge in his pants from after you'd pulled him into an empty car and ruined him, and his face was doing a terrible job at concealing it. your eyes were trained on the street but every sense was honed in on his subtle squirming and the hitching of his breath.

"woah, someone's uptight. need some help letting loose?"

not a chance was given because your fingertips were getting way too close and he couldn't back his hips into the seat to shy away from your touch anymore. you swerved on the empty roads, running lights and accelerating brashly, partly because you wanted to instill in him the high pressure, blood-pumping adrenaline that your hazy mind was experiencing.

he let out a muffled whimper once you pushed down with the palm of your hand and rubbed along the length. you were high on the aftertaste of the blunt you'd been smoking and drunk on the control of having him come apart so easily when you increased the pressure and stole a husky groan from his chest. he was practically twitching in your grasp when you curled around him and handled him just a little harder.

"want me to pull over and take care of ya?" you asked, the words kind and considerate but the way you were almost jerking him off like you wanted him to break were anything but.

his ego wouldn't let him. "nah, I-I'm... mnnn I'm good."

you shrugged your shoulders with a coy smile. "if you say so."

the ride back was worse than he could've ever imagined. he figured you'd act like last time, when you wasted no time in sliding under layers of clothing and got straight to the point. maybe you were taking it easy before, and the fact that he was hard all over again just thinking about it was signal enough that you had the green light to do with him as you pleased yet you did nothing drastic.

he didn't know what to do with his hands. any action to shed a few garments resulted in you pulling off of him completely with a teasing 'tsk' like you weren't pleased he was trying to do something himself. it took begging - something he'd never thought he'd do - in the most lustful, pathetically needy pleads just to get you to go back to teasing him. the closest thing he got to relief was when you slid your hand up his shirt then down his pants to keep playing with him without ever making skin-to-skin contact.

tachihara let out a frustrated groan. "please, stop fuckin' with me, and just-"

"fuck you?" you completed the thought, giggling at yourself while he kept shifting himself on the seat to get you to be as close as possible. "you wait this long and suddenly you're so impatient, tachi. what ever happened to good things come to those who wait?"

his mind wanted to tell you to shut the hell up with your perky responses but it was busy being corroded by pulsating senses shooting up his body. he couldn't handle it anymore; you oscillated between a slower and a faster pace in order to give him the one he didn't want. if it wasn't for his need for you to do it for him, he would've pounded himself just for a temporary escape from the embarrassing situation of moaning in the stolen car in front of you. he tried to cover it up with more curses but every attempt was getting further and further away from fooling everyone.

it was a wonder how you hadn't gotten him to cum in his pants from the stimulation alone by the time you'd arrived back at the apartment. who knows whose it was, all you cared about was that your gang of misfits crashed there every night and right now the windows were flashing bright colours and you could basically hear the music from down where you were.

"so that's what those dickheads have been doin'," you remark as if nothing had been happening, climbing out of the vehicle you'd parked and taking a look upwards. "that's too bad, I'm sure you would've preferred privacy."

"I would've preferred...?"

his half-formulated question received a half-formulated answer when you pulled him by the wrist onto the side of the building, an alleyway that was dirty and grimy and dark and perfect for what you were about to do.

"mmnf~" he had a hard time resisting, let alone taking charge when you had his slammed against yet another hard surface with your hands all over him and your lips grinding up on him almost as roughly as your hips. if he wasn't already stimulated, bringing up your thigh to the side of his hip in order to hump yourself on him was the final straw.

"shit, don't make me ask again," tachihara tried to say forcefully but one roll of your clothed cunt got him nearly apologizing and begging you to be nice. there was no way you were going to let him brat tonight.

"better," you considered, your hand going back down to where it had previously ventured, but this time sliding under both pants and underwear in one fell swoop. there wasn't enough space, his pants taking the brunt of the aggression when you yanked your wrist back and the button popped off. he barely had time to register that you'd done away with his belt again when you were jerking him off so expertly he felt his body go weak and whole world blur.

maybe he was inexperienced, but maybe you were just too good: your command for him to spit in your hand brought another layer of red over his features, but goddamn was it worth it when you were lubing him up with his own saliva while pulling and pushing with talented fingers. you toyed with the end, which you could guess would be flushed a pretty pink if his cock wasn't veiled by the night. you drew circles around the pre-cum that was already pearling out the tip then smeared it all over the sensitive flesh. you paused the stroking for a moment to center it in your palm and rotate it softly and slowly, and for a second through his clenched eyelids he could've sworn he was being handled by a deity.

you didn't bother kissing him anymore, as the distance allowed you to look at him with his features illuminated by glowing neon and low yellow. your free hand pinched his face, his chin resting in the junction between index and thumb while you squeezed tightly and brought him at an angle to look at you.

"open 'em," you commanded, and he did after a bit of hesitation, or was it shame? the answer wasn't clear until you noticed water pooling over his lashes and struggling whimpers. "aww, am I takin' it too hard on ya?"

a rhetorical question; you slammed your hand back into his hips and his cock was having a difficult time not unraveling with every hard, borderline violent thrust. you checked in every once in a while, 'too much?', 'does this still feel good?', 'you want more, baby?' but every sultry sentence was just a ruse. the only confirmation you needed was the spasming of his muscles as he came all over your hand.

he was so glad the high had passed and the buildup was over, even though every second felt so fucking good it was also humiliating to hear the echo of his own moan in an alleyway right outside your apartment complex in the dead of the night.

except that you didn't stop.

you knew just how sensitive he would be after his orgasm washed over him, yet you were mercilessly watching the tears stream down his perfect little face while you fucked him roughly in the aftermath. it was only through whining and begging to slow down that you kissed him again to get him to shut up. his lips tasted so good, salty from the tears and you opened your mouth against his gasps to let your tongue dance along the back of his teeth and roll over on the roof of his mouth.

too much, it was too much: your hand pounding him harshly with fingertips groping at his balls to balance the pain with pleasure, your teeth wrapped around his bottom lip while sucking it into you, not to mention your free hand grabbing at and massaging his ass. he didn't know what to feel except aroused as the blood rushed back down into his cock and he was about to do it all over again.

"hard again so soon?" you quipped. he didn't have the ability to respond since your hand had resized its grip again and he was losing his mind for a third time tonight. "you really are a fuckin' whore. fucked you in my cunt, fucked you on my hand... all that's left now..."

and you dropped to your knees.

he couldn't even look at you, his throat dry and rasping while he recovered from the sudden lack of touch for the instant where you positioned yourself with your face on his hips and somehow managed to tease him worse than before.

tachihara preferred it like this. at least this way you didn't have a direct view of his tears and sobs while you fluctuated once more from dreadful overstimulation to languid motions. it was still cold out, but his body felt so warm from everything pumping in his veins, particularly his cock once you'd had your fun edging him with your tongue and slowly shifted towards sucking him off.

"nng... fuck, fuck, fuck," he panted, voice breaking with every word. "d-don't... don't fuckin' st-ahhh~"

you had no intention of stopping until his knees were weak and he couldn't manage a single word. your tongue rolled over every part of him that got his body twitching and the strong muscle sucked down so hard he thought you'd just slurp his cum straight out of him like a goddamn sippy cup. his hands gripped onto the back of your skull to hold you, but he couldn't figure out whether he was trying to pull you off or push you on.

it didn't take long for him to snap once more and shoot hot liquid down your throat and face. he couldn't see you spitting it all out on the dirty pavement because the pleasure was just too much and he was trembling from all the sensations, porcelain cheeks adorned with streaks of his lust broken apart by your own. you dusted off the dirt from your knees and shot him a devilish smirk before kissing him, making him taste himself.

"shhh, it's ok," you murmured into his lips, hand caressing his face softly while you rubbed the tears with your thumb. "you did so good for me, baby. I wanted you to have a real taste of what I can do, so why don't we head in and you don't worry your pretty little head about this, yeah?"

his panting was loud, but he managed to cool down enough to sound coherent. "mmmn, yeah... yeah, let's do... that..."

"don't tell me you want more, you little slut." it was reflexive, at this point, to react this way when he was acting cute and oh so corruptible. your hand was loosely wrapped around his neck with the other trailed down his abdomen, all the while your entire body was trapping him against the brick wall again.

"'cause there are a whole lot of other ways I can fuck you, baby."

[angelsanarchy]

Night Cap - Jack Thurlow x MaleY/N

@icarus-star m/m ❤

TW: Explicit Content~Handjobs, Cum Eating 18+

Y/n was lost in his own thoughts, nursing his third drink and really questioning why he even bothered coming out tonight. He jumped dramatically when the stool next to him screech as it suddenly became occupied by a long haired man with blue eyes.

"You look like you're having a blast." He deadpanned.

"I wasn't aware I was giving off an inviting look." Jack nodded his head back like he understood to leave him alone but guilt washed over Y/n's face.

"I'm sorry. I just..I'm not having a great night. It's not your fault." The guy pivoted and sat back down in his chair, extending his hand.

"Jack." He introduced himself and Y/n gave him the fake name he typically gave to random guys. Jack eyeballed him as if he didn't believe the name but smiled anyway.

"It's nice to meet you. Why are you having a bad night?" Jack threw back his shot and turned his full attention towards Y/n.

"I'm just over this scene. This town is far too dull to be young and gay in. I'm tired of striking out and getting manhandled just to never get a call back." Jack nodded like he understood but how could he? He was a good looking guy in a bar who could have anyone.

"Don't they have apps for that?" He inquired earning an eye roll.

"Please, those are even worse than trying to experience real connection in person. It's easier to just get black out drunk and catch a ride home to jerk off." Jack ordered two more shots.

"I mean that usually works for me." Jack slid one of his shots towards Y/n and nodded towards it.

"If you think I'm going to suck you off in the bathroom for listening to my problems, you're sorely mistaken." Jack chuckled as he took the shot without a second thought.

"I promise I'm not trying to get you drunk or get blown in the bathroom." Y/n eyeballed Jack up and down and looked behind him. He hadn't noticed him when he came in despite being a stand out attraction.

"What are you doing in a gay bar? I've never seen you here before." He watched Jack carefully. He didn't have a wedding ring and he wasn't acting like touching the bar top was going to make him catch gay cooties like a lot of the straights that walk in here.

"My best friend and her girlfriend are celebrating a year together." Jack pointed them out and they were sitting together, wrapped up in each others arms sweetly.

"Ah so you're the designated straight friend?" Y/n was prying but he didn't care.

"No I'm just the pathetically single third wheel friend." Jack was too aloof.

"You're curving that question pretty professionally." Jack cut his eyes at him.

"You pick up quickly." Y/n wanted to continue to pry but he figured he didn't want to lose the opportunity to have a decent conversation with a hot guy so he changed the subject.

Y/n learned that Jack was originally from the town over but he's only visiting until he can move all of his stuff from California. He learned that he was engaged once, had a twin and that both his parents were killed in an accident. They had talked almost until the bar was ready to close and when Shanda came to retrieve him, Jack told her that he would be fine to get home.

Jack knew he couldn't drive and he was hoping that Y/n wouldn't either but he followed him towards his car as he jingled keys in his hand.

"You aren't going to try are you?" Jack asked watching him lean against the car.

"Oh no I'm probably just going to sleep it off in my car. I know the owner and he's cool with it. Do you need me to call you a ride?" Y/n asked.

"Nah I called a cab. Said they would be here in 15 minutes. Do you mind keeping me company?" Jack asked hopeful. Y/n smiled and gestured for him to get into the passenger seat and Jack obliged.

Jack settled into the seat looking over as he turned the car on so the heat would warm them up.

"I had a good time talking to you tonight. I hope I helped make your night a little better and it wasn't a total bust." Jack watched him smile.

"No it was a lot of fun. Thank you for keeping me company. I didn't get the bust I wanted but I'm also not leaving with a shit night either." Y/n wanted to kiss him so badly. He wanted to jump his bones but he would totally settle for a makeout. He didn't even care if Jack was into guys. His lips were so inviting and Y/n wanted to wrap his hand in those curls so badly.

Fuck it. He shot towards Jack to smash his lips into his own and Jack made a noise, startled and slightly in pain from hitting his teeth. Jack licked his lips watching him shift in his seat. Jack leaned away and brought his hand to his lips. Y/n instantly felt mortified.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I'm so sorry Jack-"

Jack reached towards him, reaching out to grip the back of his neck so that he could carefully and much more slowly bring Y/n towards his mouth. The kiss was softer, the slight taste of blood from the forceful kiss was on his tongue as it ran across his own and Y/n tried to hold in a moan. He was shaking and he knew Jack could feel how desperately he wanted more but Jack continued to kiss and suck his lips, his tongue, even his chin at some point before pulling back just enough to make eye contact.

"I know I said I wasn't going to get you black out drunk and get a blow job but-" Y/n reached for Jack's belt without a second thought and Jack stopped him.

"No no, I want to get my hands on you. Would you be okay with that?" Jack asked permission and Y/n was in shock. He was ready to throw everything he said earlier out the window and blow Jack's brain stupid but Jack wanted to touch him.

"We don't have to if you're-"

"No I just, I'm not usually the one who gets propositioned." Y/n chuckled nervously and Jack smiled.

"You're right, this town fucking sucks. Clearly everyone needs their eyes checked." Jack stroked the side of Y/n's face, running his finger under his lip. Y/n didn't know what to say. He just nodded his head and Jack returned the nod before resuming their kissing. Y/n let Jack's hands fumbled with the button on his jeans, cupping the bulge carefully, teasing his fingertips over the wet spot at the tip. Y/n let his hips jump towards his touch and could feel the smile against his lips. He pulled away from his mouth and spit in his hand which seemed far hotter than Y/n could have imagined but he didn't have time to get stuck on that because Jack's hand found his cock and he threw his head back.

"AH! Oh fuck." Y/n slammed his head against the head rest knowing that he hadn't felt someone touch him like this in a long time.

"You weren't kidding. What are these people doing to you beautiful boy?" Jack stroked Y/n's hair back while he free his cock so he could stroke its entire length. He held him with such pressure that Y/n knew that this wasn't going to last long.

"How does that feel? Does it feel as good as you look?" Jack's voice sounded like silk against his ear, licking his earlobe and focusing on the tip long enough for Y/n to moan.

"I-it feels so fucking good. Please don't stop, Jack." Y/n begged. He wanted to touch Jack, wanted to feel his cock too but he couldn't think. He could barely remember to breathe as Jack jerked his cock painfully slow, moving to suck little kisses on his neck just below his ear.

"You're so beautiful. Do you know how beautiful you are?" Jack pulled back to stare at Y/n's face but he kept his eyes shut tight. Jack picked up the pace of his hand and watched Y/n's jaw slag as he gripped the handle of the door.

"I'm going to cum. I'm sorry I'm-"

"Don't you dare apologize. I want you to cum. Will you please cum for me like a good boy?" Jack increased his sped once again and Y/n felt like he was seconds away from imploding.

"I want you to open your eyes when you cum. I want to see you looking at me, knowing I made you cum." Jack edged but Y/n knew if he opened his eyes, there was a huge chance he would cum in such an embarrassing fashion, he would melt into the seat with his cum and shame.

"I can't...I.." Before Jack could even argue, Y/n felt lips wrap around the tip of his cock and he was cumming hard into his mouth. His moans were so loud they reverberated off the roof of the car and he could feel them in the door as he bucked his hips just slightly as Jack sucked the cum down his throat, not wasting a single drop. When he pulled away, Y/n almost crumpled in on himself like his soul was just evacuated from his body and Jack wiped the little bit of cum from his bottom lip into his mouth.

Y/n watched Jack smile at him, pushing his hair away from his sweaty forehead and resting a hand on his cheek.

"I hope you got the bust you wanted." Jack smirked just as the cab rolled into the lot honking at them. Y/n was still trying to catch his breath but Jack reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He put a card on the dashboard and licked his lips.

"It's an old business card but my personal number is on the back. I'd love to get together again." Jack leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth before exiting the car and heading towards the cab. Y/n sat in shock, dick spent in his lap, heat blowing and the car stuck to his dashboard. When he was finally able to put himself back together, he peeled the card up and read the name on it.

"Jack Thurlow." He read the name outloud and tried not to think about how utterly fucked he was in every sense of the word.

[gurenismywaifu]

Is Guren a narcissist?

Lately I dislike Kagami's portrayal of Guren as much as the next person and tbh there's absolutely no way you can make me think he's an innocent victim or a tragic hero we should root for (though I still do root for him cause he's just pathetic and gay I love him). However, the amount of times i've seen both the hispanic and english fandom call him a narcissist is kinda surprising 👀 Now the question is...

So since I'm petty and I like analysing useless stuff, let's take a look at Guren's behavior and at what makes a narcissist to try to give a more elaborate answer. I'll give as a disclaimer that I don't intend to attack anyone or force anyone to like Guren with this post, I'm just a psychology student currently investigating personality disorders and I thought this take would be fun to share.

Also, english is not my main language so do feel free to point out if you see I make any mistake so I can correct it, please ;u;

So for starts, if we're talking about the reasons for why people use to call him a narcissist I believe that pointing out his behavior towards Yuu is a very fair argument, especially his behavior towards Yuu at the beginning of the manga. Guren expresses himself with superiority, these airs and graces and apparent laziness and lack of thoughtfulness. However I believe that if you know how the story in the light novels go and even more if you've read them, you'll realize that all this "I'm your saviour, your god, you owe me your life, blah, blah, blah" crap that Guren tells to Yuu is a way of imposing authority and exerting some kind of control over him.

Guren needed to exert this control and authority as a way to protect himself, his subordinates and his investigations from the JIDA higher-ups, but also to keep Yuu at bay, not only because he was a part of Guren's experiments but also because Yuu used to be a very asocial and volatile kid when Guren took him under his wing. Having an angry kid acting impulsively at his leisure all around the JIDA was not convenient for Guren or for anyone, honestly.

And yes, I'm not gonna deny that Guren is kind of a jerk, but that has more to do with his personality and his sense of humor than with being a narcissist. He's sarcastic, super hard-headed, quite blunt and may come off as conceited, but he's actually extremely aware of all of his mistakes and shortcomings. He recognizes that he is not the smartest or the strongest out there, he knows how powerless he is in the grand scheme of things and most importantly, he recognizes his mistakes and is absolutely willing to take his share of the blame for it.

Sure, he knows that he is a strong individual but that's because he's worked towards the objective of "being strong" his entire life, he's cultivated perseverance and done sacrifices in order to achieve that strength, and while he does like to show off sometimes, recognizing one's merits and being aware of your capacities is hardly the same as having delusions of grandeur. Plus, his motivations are very much oriented to help others, protect others; and although Guren used to have a very strong sense of self-preservation, after the catastrophe he decides to let go of it if it means that it will help him to achieve those goals of keeping his loved ones safe. He starts doing what he 'has' to do rather than whe he wants to do.

After Nagoya's Arc, the shameless and overbearing side of Guren's behavior gets toned down. He becomes more serious, he doesn't play and makes jokes as often and he also stops trying to impose himself to Yuu in the same way as before. There's no need of that superiority facade anymore after all the things that came to light and now that the JIDA poses less of a threat and that Yuu has become less of a subordinate and more of a collaborator, exerting the same authority as before is just not necessary.

And now that we're referring to Yuu, we also gotta point out that a narcissist lacks empathy and doesn't go out of his way to try to help or benefit other people, but Guren does feel affection towards Yuu. When Yuu came to him as a child full of rage, resentment, guilt and lust for revenge, Guren genuinely empathized with him, he took care of Yuu, tried to teach him what he knew and he pushed him to build a support network with his classmates when he didn't really had to do all that. He could've simply taken advantage of Yuu's grief and solitude to control everything about him and force him to collaborate, but he didn't. Even when doing that would've been the best and most practical option for Guren's purposes, he still decided against isolating Yuu. Plus a narcissist wouldn't be capable of the affection and compassion that Guren feels for Yuu. And it is also made clear that Guren does not enjoy using Yuu or hurting him, but Shinya and his squad are Guren's priority, putting his options in a balance, he knows that he has no choice but to keep using Yuu to make his plan work. And it IS selfish and cruel and abusive, we're not going to deny that, but arguing that he doesn't care about Yuu or anyone else but himself is a pretty reductionist (and tbh also incorrect) statement.

Now, let's take a look at Shinya's opinion about Guren, taking into account that Shinya is probably the person who knows Guren the best out of all of the Catastrophe at 16 cast and probably all of OnS.

First of all we have this scene during the Nagoya Arc in which Shinya shows concern about Guren cause he knows that Guren suffers when people die and that he's not good at handling that.

Guren cares about his subordinates, he is saddened by the death of his soldiers and during this arc, he even makes the rather emotional choice of going straight into a trap in order to save other soldiers that Crowley is holding as hostages, even when Mito and Shinya warn him that they shouldn't do it cause it is clearly a trap.

I know there's a lot of material that I'm not covering, but for the sake of not making this post longer than it already is, let's go ahead and just check some of the behavioural criteria that a person has to meet to be diagnosed/classified as a Narcissist; of course, taking into consideration that meeting one or two criteria isn't enough cause it is very likely that everyone will present some of these criteria some times throughout our lives. For a person to be considered a narcissist they must meet various criteria which manifest constantly in various different contexts of their life for most of the time. Some of the criteria include:

•A grandiose sense of self-importance, being it fantasies or behaviors and the expectation to be recognized as superior without real reasons.

In Guren's case, he's not really the type that brags about his deeds or that goes about life expecting people to praise him, specially when there's no reason. The only times one could say that he sort of acts this way is in his interactions with Yuu in the early chapters.

•A narcissist is very often preoccupied with fantasies of unlimited success, power, brilliance, beauty, or ideal love.

Although Guren, does desire power and recognition, he is aware of all he's lacking and beats himself up because of all these things that he knows he isn't good enough to achieve. We can also notice that ultimately, his desire for power originates from his desire to keep his loved ones safe.

•A narcissist believes that they are “special” and unique and they only want to associate with, other special or high-status people (or institutions).

In Guren's case, he knows that he kinda sucks. A lot of the people around him belong to a higher status, have a higher military position or are better than him in one way or the other. What Guren does is working towards his betterment. He doesn't believe he's special, in the novels, he even seems to be a bit ashamed about the subordinates in the Ichinose manor thinking that he is a prodigy. We also have that although it is obvious that Guren regards his squad as the most important people to him, and is willing to commit atrocities and become very self-sacrificial for them it is not because 'they are the best' or because they have a high status that Guren's ego can feed on, but just because he loves them.

•A narcissist has an excessive need for admiration

Guren is indeed an admired character, however he doesn't "need" to be admired. Even before the apocalypse, the motive behind his goal was not to be admired but bring respect and dignity to his beaten up clan. He's had plenty of chances to show off, but he just doesn't really needs to be admired for that.

•A narcissist exploits their interpersonal relationships for their own benefit.

This point is a bit tricky cause Guren is undeniably using Yuu and he had the same intentions with Kimizuki and Yoichi to achieve his goals. However, besides from knowing that Guren would not be doing this if there was another way, when we take a look at the rest of his interpersonal relationships, specially with his squad, being exploitative of their relationship for his own benefit is just not there.

Some other criteria include an excessive sense of entitlement, a lack of empathy, constant envy and the belief that others are envious of them, and haughty behaviors, all of which we already tackled before.

So, taking everything in consideration, we come to the conclusion that although Guren has displayed some narcissistic attitudes, overall he does not fit the profile, therefore, Guren is not a narcissist.

This of course doesn't mean that we have to condone all the bad things he's done, but rather may help us gain a bit more insight into Guren's character. Exploring his relationship's dynamics, and other mental health conditions which's profiles he may fit would be fun as well. He is indeed a very flawed character, and maybe that's what makes him interesting.

And that's it, if you read the whole thing, thank you for sticking till the end :) If you enjoyed this do let me know and in the future maybe we can tackle some other ons characters and their issues from a clinical perspective, I would also love to know your opinion on this if you have one or for you to point out any contradictions, mistakes or important things I may have missed to make this post better. Thanks for reading ♡. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Ryuken Ishida (Bleach) - Oneshot

"You should stop acting so recklessly."

"What are you, my dad? I'm a grown woman."

Although you were saying that, Ryuken knew better. He tapped the alcohol soaked cotton on your cheek and you howled, jumping to your feet.

"Could you be a bit gentler!!! What do you think I am, a wax doll!!"

"I barely touched you."

"LIKE HELL YOU DID!!"

You throw a pillow from the hospital bed, yelling angrily. A nurse came in hurriedly to stop your antics. The uproar was starting to worry some of the other patients.

It's not like this is a brand new occurrence. In all honesty, it wasn't your fault. Life was peaceful before you met the jerk. Two years ago he seemed to appear out of nowhere. You were walking home from the store and like magic a huge monstrous hand just made a grab at you. For a second you thought you were delusional. But when a thin blue light blasted the beast into oblivion, you knew it was reality.

After that, he just told you everything.

Annoyingly calm. As if it wasn't crazy that huge beasts existed and them running around the place trying to devour the spirits of dead people is normal. His aloofness was infuriating. You knew it had more to do with the fact that he was strong. He wasn't afraid. But you were terrified.

So after you taught your classes in the afternoon you worked out. Kickboxing, mix material arts, taekwondo, you did it all. Hence the reason behind your constant bruises.

It was still a leap to take on one of those monsters, but you weren't going to be a sitting duck. So despite his annoying know it all snarky remarks. You keep at it. It didn't matter that some days you come back more sore than usual. You can feel the aches, but that must mean that it's working.

"Ms. (L/N)! You were right, look I passed the exam!!"

One of your former students is holding up a current test and you smile at her excitement. She's not only passed. It seems she's only lost two points. Much better than what she anticipated.

"See, getting that tutor helped. It's not that hard asking for help sometimes is it?"

She shook her head with a broad smile.

"Nope!! I'm going to show Ni-san! Arigatou!!" She's sprinting down the hall and you wave with a little smile.

"Asking for help huh.."

If only you were better at taking your own advice.

Today, you're fortunate to only have one class. Yesterday you'd taken a few more hits than usual. Even your instructor had advised that you take a few days to recuperate. Your chest hurts and last night you'd actually passed out on the couch.

You hate that Ryuken is right. Your body is exhausted. You've been pushing so hard. Walking to your class, you stagger for a second, bracing your hand on the wall.

"Shit.."

Why is your vision getting hazy?

"Damn that..bastard.."

That's the last thing you say before you collapse.

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"Why did you call me, surely you are all equipped to handle this."

The nurse shifted nervously.

"Y-Yes sir. We apologize, but this woman is your friend. We were advised to contact you whenever she's admitted. Her injuries are more severe than usual. We may have to call the police."

She passed him the files, and the bruises on your upper arms and torso made his jaw clenched.

"No need. She's been taking self defense classes. I told her to stop being so reckless."

Relief crosses the nurse's face.

"Oh, thank goodness."

"You can leave, I'll handle it from here."

"Y-Yes sir, please excuse me." The woman bowed, exiting the room.

"I know you're awake."

You twitched, turning your head stiffly.

"H-Hey.."

Ryuken just glared, and you sweatdropped.

"L-Listen, I like this as much as you. I'd change hospitals if this place didn't have such a good package. You've got good business skills."

"Don't change the subject. You were so worn out that you passed out right in the hallway of the university. Are you really that stupid?"

His tone pissed you off. You shoved the covers off, standing as you moved to head for the door. He didn't even stop you. Dropping the file on the table nearby, he watched you try to hobble away. You barely got five feet before your body felt like it would collapse. Finally giving up, you stopped at the table, using it as a support.

This was humiliating. You could feel the tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. The droplets hit the desk, and Ryuken went quiet.

"You don't know what it's like..being weak, feeling helpless. I'm a woman, so physically I'm already at a disadvantage. But that night I..I was horrified. I really thought that I was going to die. So if getting knocked around everyday means I'll never have to feel like that again, then I'll take as many punches as I can."

You wiped your cheek angrily, glaring at the file before you.

"I don't know why you're acting anyway. You don't even care."

It must be nice feeling untouchable.

"I do."

You rolled your eyes to retaliate, but he was no longer standing at a distance. He flash stepped right to your side. You jump at the appearance. Ryuken presses his hands against the desk. You mean to say something, but words fail. It's not often that you see any kind of emotion on his face.

"You were wrong, there are things that scare me."

His gaze looks so earnest, almost vulnerable, and you stammer. Usually you have a retort to everything he says, but today, you're at a loss.

"R-Ryu.."

His palm brushes away the remnants of a stain from your cheek, and your eyes shake.

"Please, be careful from now on."

You just nod dumbly.

"I-I will.."

It's hard to say much else. You assume that he's made his point and he'll leave to let you get some rest, but you're shocked when he picks you up. A squeak escapes your lips as he holds your bridal style.

"W-What are you doing!!"

"I need to give you a thorough physical exam to make sure you're fine."

"W-WHAT DO YOU MEAN THOROUGH!! P-PUT ME DOWN!! K-KYA!!"

This man is a menace.

[smallraindrops-blog]

Please correct me if I'm wrong, but Y/n died by Ares decapitating him, right?

Does that mean he has a scar on his neck from it? Can... Can he remove his head as a Shade?? (I mean, probably not, but it's a funny/horrifying thought.)

for his death-

Pretty much, yeah. And the broken bones and crushed bits and bleeding out didn’t help. It was not an easy or gentle death. Ares really knows how to drag a death out.

I chose to be vague about it since I thought not everyone wants that level of detail regarding y/n’s death and it kinda leaves up something to the reader. 

However, he can’t remove his head, he was pretty much was duct taped back together in the afterlife by whatever decided the shades’ form, so his pretty little head is still very much attached. But lol just imagine the possibilities.

I think I always left out of my writings to keep him kinda as a blank state (much as i can anyway.) but I like to imagine that it is very easy to see that nasty scar across his neck.

Also! have a (hopefully)funny non- canon short, my kind anon.

(early days of the WMFTD, pre y/n and hypnos)

It was Hypnos’ idea. Quickly whispered into your ear as you and him were waiting for his highness to arrive at the training room. 

His fingers brushed on the side of your neck, against the scar as if it would make his point more clear. You fought down a shiver, keeping your expression blank. You won’t let this little strange creature of a god win over you.

“Come on.” Hypnos pulled away just enough to crane his neck toward the doors. “Say yes and I will do all of the work.”

”Hypnos-“ you grounded out, trying to get your mind off the way you still felt the gentle way his fingers touched your neck. It was far too intimate. A move that from anyone else would have you snapping their fingers.

Not Hypnos. You used to be able to say no, relished in telling him ‘no’, to back off but the world shifted under your feet without you noticing. Now…

”It will be a good lesson for him. Teach him not to be late again.” Hypnos muttered and you sighed loudly. Hypnos perked up, clasping his hands under his chin as he stared at you with too big, golden eyes.

”Fine.” You told him, wondering which gods cursed you the inability to say ‘no’ to Hypnos. 

Aphrodite perhaps.

Hypnos cheered and moments before Zagreus came in, he pressed a finger against his mouth in a warning and went right up the rafters, well hidden. 

“No Hypnos today?” His highness asked, rubbing his cheek. Your eyebrows went up when you saw it was a very pink smear, lipstick most likely.

”Just us today, your highness.” You told him smoothly, not even feeling even a little bit guilty. 

Hypnos was quiet during training, so much so that you thought he fell asleep in the rafters. Again. 

Hopefully Dusa would be able to find him this time.

Zagreus hum and haw over the keepsake he was going to take with him this time, warmed up with the training. You risked an upward glance, looking for a spot of red. You frowned, were the rafters always so blurry like that?

He bounced toward the door, turning around to face you with a grin. Hermes’ sunrise glow formed a halo around his dark locks.

“You know, I totally thought you were going to lose your head with how late I was today.” Zagreus said, his smile turning cheeky, leaning on the doorframe.

You felt a brush of soft fingers against your neck, trailing along the seam of your scar. You didn’t react even though a part of you wanted to sway into it, you felt light as a cloud suddenly. 

“Well actually, your highness.” You grabbed your head, keeping your expression completely neutral. Zagrues frowned.

”I did.” You finished, acting as you were pulling your head off. You didn’t actually pull your head off, it was a mere trick of Hypnos’ powers but Zagreus didn’t know that. 

Zagreus made an horrified noise as he jerked, his face going pale. Then you and him realized he was losing his balance. His arms circled and you went to help him but it was already too late and he dropped out into the dark, his scream fading as he fell.

“Oops.” You muttered, wincing at the noise. You might have felt a touch guilty for that one.

Then you heard bright, joyful laughter and Hypnos reappeared, circling you repeatedly. Almost enough to make you dizzy. You waited for the perfect moment, then your arm snapped out and caught him by his elbow easily.

it was enough to keep him in place as you waited for his amusement to die down.

”Breathe.” You remind him, fighting down your smile. Hypnos giggled, his breathing wheezy. 

“I couldn't have planned for it better than that. Zagreus walked right into that one.” Hypnos chuckled, wiping tears of his amusement away. You huffed, giving up on the fight and let a grin formed.

”Do I want to know how you did that little trick?” Hypnos blinked at your question and with a mischievous glint in his sunlight eyes, he shook his head. He tried to look serious but failed moments later with another burst of giggling.

He looked almost lovely like this, soft- you crushed that thought quickly and let his elbow go, realizing how long you were holding him.

You glanced upward and saw the rafters looked perfectly normal once more. And decided that was enough of an answer.

Besides, Zagreus wasn’t late for the next training session.

[deadal1enx3]

Fandom: Mha

Character: Katsuki Bakugou

This was copied from my book on Wattpad, Katsuki Bakugou oneshots

My user is: KatsukisHandyHands

Please check it out that too, if you liked it^-^

GENRE: Fluff 💗

K. Bakugou x quiet reader

Help:

-(y/g) your gender

꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡ QUIET ♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱

You were the quiet kid. Always sitting at the back of the class. Never getting noticed by your classmates. But you still managed to get into a small group of 3 others. Tsuyu, Ojiro and Koda. You guys were comfortable enough with each other to tell secrets that no one, just you guys know.

But there's one secret you didn't even told them..

And that is, that you have a massive crush on the biggest jerk in the class; Katsuki Bakugou.

You just knew you hadn't had a chance with, but there's something you didn't expect even after analysing him while staring at his features when he's isn't paying attention...

He also stares at you when you aren't paying attention to him.

Every time he would try insult you, he couldn't find anything to say. He can't even find a good enough nickname, he just calls you shithead. If he wouldn't have his pride and that big ego, he would've long admit to himself that he likes you. But no. He just can't admit to it, Katsuki doesn't want to admit it.

And it's because he's scared of a rejection and making a fool out of himself in front of you. And he can't do that. So his only solution is to push it deep down and try to not remember it, but how couldn't he if you're the one who sat beside him in class?

The bakusquad recently noticed his change of behavior near you. Whenever he was shouting, he never shouted loudly near you, he was even softer and that was really out of character for him. Until they realized that their ash blonde friend had a crush on the (h/c) colored (y/g).

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"C'mon bro, you gotta tell them!!"

Kirishima nudged Katsuki's shoulder as they walk towards their lunch table. The groups other members were already sitting there, chatting.

"Shut it, shitty hair."

The ruby eyes male shushed the red haired male, his tone was a bit softer as they walk past by the table you are sitting at. You couldn't help but stare at Katsuki as they walked away and sat down at their table.

"You have a crush on bakugou, don't you?"

Tsuyu said as she put one finger to her mouth.

"Wha- what makes you think that..?"

You asked, acting dumb as you flashed a nervous smile towards the shorter female.

"Y'know, you always stare at him, even in class. At some point it was kinda obvious, kero."

Tsuyu said to you as she glanced at you then at Bakugou.

"Oh gosh, am i really that obvious..?"

You asked your frog friend as you sat your head down on the lunch table and looking up at her.

"Not really, kero. But i could notice it. You know, if you ever have something on your mind, you can always talk to me."

The short female said as she gave you a closed eyed smile.

"Thank you, Tsu. The same goes for me."

You smiled at her then gave Katsuki a quick glance, catching him staring at you, causing him to huff them look away. You could notice a small red tint on his ears.

"Now, if you really like him that much, why don't You just confess to him, kero?"

The female asked you, curious about your answer.

"It's not that easy... I'm pretty sure he finds me annoying, and he would definitely reject me.."

You said as you buried you face into your hands, causing your words to come out muffled.

"Y'know. You could just write a letter to him and confess to him like that. Maybe if even write your name on it. You know that Bakugou doesn't usually remembers names of the so called 'extras' who he thinks we are."

You shot your eyes up at the frog girl. The idea she said was actually good.

"You're right! Maybe i could do that and if he rejects me then at least it won't hurt that much, and he won't even humiliate me!"

You said in sudden excitement looking at the female with a wide smile.

"Thanks a lot, Tsu!"

"No need to thank me, kero."

The two of you smiled at each other then started to eat once again in comfortable silence.

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The last class soon came to an end. You were the first to exit the classroom, because you wanted to place the letter you wrote for Katsuki into his locker when no one's looking.

As soon as you placed the note inside the male's locker you soon giggled like a school girl in love and went out the school.

Soon Katsuki and Kirishima went to their locker To get into their Outdoor shoes. Kirishima kept nagging the taller male about how manly it would be if Katsuki would confess to (y/n) aka you. Just as he opened his locker, he sees the small letter, already knowing it was a love letter. The ash blonde male was well known in the school, and many girls had already confessed to him trough letters.

But he had a feeling he needed to read this one. he took the letter out of his locker, and the red haired male behind him noticed the letter he was holding.

"Whoa bro, is that another love letter?"

Kirishima asked, knowing well the answer.

"Tch, of course it is."

Katsuki rolled his eyes, acting annoyed by there red haired male. The ash blonde haired male opened the letter and started to read it.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡"For Katsuki bakugou

I've had feelings towards you for a long time now. I always admired you, how much you work to be the number one, not letting others opinion get into your mind and just overall you.

There's a high chance you don't even know me, but just in case I'll leave it here for you.

I like you Katsuki Bakugou!

And if you don't like me back, then let's forget all of this. Thank you.

(Y/n) (l/n)".⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

As soon as he read the letter, a red tint appeared on his cheeks and ears. He quickly stuffed the letter into his pocket, well knowing who the person was. And he wanted to find them soon as possible. ignoring the red haired male, he put on his outside shoes and went out of the school to find you.

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The male with Vermillion eyes soon found the familiar (h/c) colored person and soon came running towards them to catch up.

"Oi, Shithead!"

Katsuki yelled out, catching your attention as you looked towards the male. The sight of him made you froze. Katsuki Bakugou was coming towards you. Your crush. You just confessed. Does that means he actually read the letter? You questioned in your head.

"Yeah..?"

You stood still until he caught up to you.

"I read your shitty letter. and..uh.."

You froze once again, slight fear grows inside you. Is he here to reject me? You didn't notices the red tint on his ears as he was seeking for words on what to say next.

"Ugh! Go out with me!"

Katsuki yelled as a red tint covered his face and hid it in his own hands. his questions was sounding more like a demand. Your mouth was agape in suprisement, in a good way. You were happy that your crush likes you back.

"Okay! Is-is Saturday 1 pm is good for you..?"

You asked, a happy smile spread across your face and also a red tint on your cheeks.

"Tch.. it's fine by me.."

Katsuki mumbled and soon asked you if he could walk you home... More like said he was going to walk you home, even though you said he didn't need to. He still did it.

꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡ QUIET ♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱

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Hey hey heyyyy!!!

This is my first oneshot, i hope it's at least fine and isn't all confusing!!

If there's any grammar mistakes, please inform me!tyy

Have a good day, morning,night, evening, afternoon!!! <33

[nickeverdeen]

I hope I don't make things uncomfortable if you decide to write this request, I just really need some comfort after today and your blog was one of the first things that came to mind to try to keep these bad feelings away.

So, I'm a female and I struggle with pcos. Don't worry, I'll explain so you don't need to google: it's basically a syndrome that really fucks up with my hormones. Some of these symptoms (like irregular periods, tiredness, anemia) can be calmed with endless treatment, but women with pcos usually have chubby bodies or gain weight easily, and that's not easy to get rid of. Pcos can also lead to stress and depression, and that's also something the medicine doesn't feel like taking off, at least on me.

So, can you please write some imagine with joel (platonic) with teen reader where he already knows about this because she trusted enough to tell him at some point? She receives a unnecessary joke about her body from someone and tries to brush it off like it's nothing, but when joel comes to visit reader in her house later because he's worried, he sees her eyes puffy from crying? I don't really know exatcly what am I expecting with this imagine, I guess I just really want to see him listen to her, let her really cry to the point of sobbing on his shoulder and be there. I guess I just really wanna know what would joel do in a situation like that, what would he think or say if she cries hard and opens up every thought she have been bottling up inside, that she can't help being born like this, that she knows she's not pretty like girls in jackson are but that it's unfair that some asshole thinks is her fault or something. I don't really care if reader is being dramatic, let her be, you can even exaggerate her lines if you want because anything in those waters would be realistic at least. I just wanted to see how would feel like to have joel there in a moment like this.

I'm sorry for trauma dumping here, I just wanted joel to fix up the bad thing that happened today. (Is this what influencers mean with "romanticize life"? Idk)

If you don't feel like writing this is okay too, I swear that would be fine for me. I can understand some things aren't exactly easy to picture or write

Enough | Joel Miller x PCOS!fem!reader

Pairings: Joel Miller x fem!reader (platonic)

Type of fic: Angst/Comfort

Warnings: Getting shamed, low self-worth, insecurities

Summary: After getting shamed for your body by a jerk Joel comforts you

PS: Hey, cariño, thank you for explaining it to me and I’m very truly sorry if I messed something up - if so then please let me know. Hopefully this’ll help at least a bit 💚

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Joel had always been a quiet observer, careful to pay attention to the small details about the people he cared for. He’d known you for a while now, long enough that you had told him about your PCOS, trusting him with that part of your life. He never forgot the things you shared, the way you’d hesitated, then let it all spill out one evening by the fire. And now, as he came by your house to check in on you, he had a feeling something was off.

You’d tried to brush it off when some jerk had made a comment about your body earlier that day, acting like it didn’t bother you. But Joel saw through it, the forced smile and the way you shrugged it off like it was nothing. When he knocked on the door and saw you, the puffiness around your eyes gave it all away.

“Hey,” he said softly, stepping inside without you having to ask. He noticed the way you tried to avoid eye contact, like you didn’t want him to see how upset you were. “What happened?”

Your breath hitched as you tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat. Joel’s presence was comforting, familiar, and without judgment. That only made the dam break.

Tears welled up in your eyes, and before you could stop yourself, you were sobbing, your whole body trembling with the force of it. “I— I’m just tired, Joel,” you finally managed between gasps. “I’m tired of being like this. It’s not fair.”

Joel’s face softened, and he stepped closer, pulling you into a hug without hesitation. His arms were strong, secure, and you buried your face in his chest, letting yourself cry. Really cry. “I know, kiddo,” he murmured, rubbing your back gently. “I’m right here.”

You sobbed harder, the pain of it all pouring out as you clung to him. “I can’t help it, Joel! I can’t help being born like this!” Your voice broke. “I know I’m not… I’m not pretty like the other girls in Jackson. It’s just… so unfair that people make it seem like it’s my fault. Like I’m doing something wrong.”

Joel stayed silent for a long moment, letting you cry. He didn’t try to cut you off or stop you, didn’t say anything empty just to fill the space. Instead, he waited until your sobs slowed, until you were breathing raggedly but more steadily.

“They don’t know what the hell they’re talkin’ about,” he said quietly, his voice low and firm. “Ain’t nobody got the right to make you feel like this. You’re beautiful—don’t matter what some asshole says. And what’s inside? They don’t know you, kid, not like I do.”

You sniffled, pulling away just enough to look up at him. “I just… I just want to be enough,” you whispered, tears still brimming in your eyes.

Joel’s expression softened further, and he brought his hand up to brush a few strands of hair away from your face. “You are enough. More than enough,” he said gently. “Don’t you ever think otherwise. It’s hard, I know. But you gotta stop beatin’ yourself up over this. It ain’t your fault.”

Your lip quivered, and you leaned back into his chest. “I just… I don’t know how to stop feeling like this sometimes. Like I’m just not good enough.”

Joel’s arms tightened around you protectively. “You let yourself feel it when it gets heavy like this,” he said, his voice a soft rumble. “But you don’t let it drown you. You come to me, you cry, and you let it out. You don’t gotta carry it alone.”

His words hit you deep, and for the first time in a while, you felt like you could breathe a little easier. Joel wasn’t going to judge you for feeling the way you did. He understood, maybe not all the specifics of what you were going through, but the weight of feeling like the world was pressing down on you.

After a few more moments of silence, you felt your tears starting to dry. Joel pulled back slightly, just enough to look you in the eye. “You’ve been dealin’ with so much already,” he said quietly, “but I don’t want you thinkin’ you’re less than anyone else because of it.”

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Thanks, Joel.”

He gave you a small, reassuring smile. “You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for. Don’t let anyone take that away from you.”

You leaned into him again, finding comfort in the steady sound of his heartbeat as you let yourself relax. For the first time in a long while, you felt like it was okay to just be. With Joel, you didn’t have to hide how hard it was sometimes. He’d be there, no matter how many times you needed to fall apart.

And that was enough.