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willowser · 1 year ago

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you had only to look at me—

part one.

bakugou x f!reader

wc: 7.4k+

tags: nsfw (18+), childhood best friend bakugou, oral (f!receiving), m!masturbation, lots of "first time" talk, more angst, more virgin bakugou.

even before i was touched, i belonged to you; you had only to look at me. — the burning heart, louise glück.

this is a repost.

you and bakugou avoid each other just like you did in middle school, only it's a little too easy this time around.

he's terrible at texting back in general, and because you're not initiating any conversations on your own — or sending funny memes or bringing up all might in some capacity — the radio silence draws ever on and on.

the closest you come to interacting with him is getting a snapchat from his mom, his figure in the background at their kitchen table. all you can see is the floof of his hair and the outline of his shoulders, but you're so bothered by the fact that he's home and didn't tell you that you don't even respond.

it officiates things in a bad way; he's really, actually not speaking to you.

and it's — fucking annoying.

at least in the past the distance was mutually and wordlessly agreed upon; you didn't talk because you were busy or didn't have time or anything new to say, but whenever he's come home — because he so rarely does — bakugou has always made his usual, god-honest attempt to irritate you.

and he still is, but this time he's doing it all wrong.

you go through the five stages of grief rather quickly, jumping from denial to anger overnight. several times, you type out something to text him, each message different than the last:

i know you were at your mom's jackass ☠️

it's really not a big deal and i think we should just forget about it, if that's what you wanna do ?

if i crossed some kind of boundary with you then i'm sorry and i won't say that again so you better call me before i put your baby pictures on the internet. i'm serious.

you're my best friend and i don't think it's weird that it happened. if you're being dumb because you're embarrassed, then don't be because i thought it was really hot

unsurprisingly, you don't send any of these and instead just stew in your own aggravation. lunch with him after the whole thing had been just as empty and awkward, and you think he chose the place near your apartment just so you could walk home and he didn't have to spend another second with you.

three months go by, which isn't long compared to other stints you've spent not talking to one another, but this one drags. like a lot. the only good that comes from it is that you graduate from anger to acceptance, finalizing a future without him in it.

except for the few times he invades your brain like a little parasite, red-faced and shuddering, gripping you like a lifeline, and then your stomach flips so hard that you feel sick and it takes genuine effort to check out of that daydream and back into a bakugou-less reality.

and then he shows up at your apartment, uninvited.

his mom hosts a sunday dinner that you don't go to, for several potential reasons. one would be that you'll have to see bakugou and pretend like nothing's happened even though you're still a little peeved; two is that you'll both ignore each other, and that'll reverse all your progress because he's been ignoring you already.

three is that he might not show up, and then you'll have to pretend that it doesn't bother you all night long.

none of that sounds better than watching trash television and falling asleep on your couch, so you tell mitsuki that you're very sick and very sorry, and that you'll make it up to her later.

because of this, the first thing bakugou says to you after you swing the front door open is, "you're supposed to be fuckin' dead."

suffice to say, you're surprised to see him; still outfitted in his hero costume, mask shoved up his forehead so that his hair is wilder than usual. there's kohl smudged around his eyes, messy, and they look brighter and harsher because of it.

there's also a family-mart plastic bag in his right hand.

"what?"

he just grunts, eyes snapping over your figure, dressed down in a too-large sweater and athletic shorts meant for running even though you've never done so in them.

in his hands — still gloved — the plastic crinkles obnoxiously as he holds it out. "old hag told me to bring this to you."

a can of low sodium soup, two apples, gatorade, and something over-the-counter for nausea. there's something else at the very bottom that you don't get the chance to inspect before he interrupts with his big, fat mouth.

"y'look fine to me, so why the hell didn't you go?"

you frown at him and — don't know what to say. clearly, it seems he's going the pretend-it-never-happened route, which is infuriating because he could just as well have done that months ago. even still, he won't hardly meet your gaze, staring for only a moment before rolling his eyes and huffing, sticking them anywhere else. if you peek close, real close, you'd say his ears are a little red, but maybe you're just looking for — something.

you shrug. "didn't feel like it."

he shakes his head like that's the stupidest thing he's ever heard, eyebrow arched. "why the hell not?"

"because, bakugou, i just didn't feel like going, i don't know what else to tell you." you huff, shrugging again when he doesn't say anything. "thanks for the stuff. is that it?"

his lips twist as he thinks, giving you another once-over before sighing. under his tank-top, you watch how his chest expands, the grimace that ripples over his face as he reaches a hand to lightly feel at his right side. "need your help with somethin'."

now you're just being petulant; you snort, raising your eyebrows as his eyes narrow at the sound. "me? are you joking? you need my help with—"

he groans loud enough to drown you out. "y'gonna let me in or y'just gonna run your mouth?" and so you step aside to wave him in wordlessly.

the backpack on his shoulder dumps to the ground by the door and he strolls into the kitchen like he owns the place, despite the fact that he's never been here before. you've lived in the unit for a year, but meetups are so infrequent and showing it off to him was never considered — until now; watching him shuffle through the bag on the counter, your nerves spike at the reality check.

alone together, again. in your apartment. well after dark.

that image of him is so — invasive, sweeping in at the worst times: between your legs, face as red as his eyes, the little moan he kept trying to swallow. how embarrassed he seemed when you asked if he felt good, if you felt good, and the fact that he still admitted it despite everything.

your entire body blazes like a flame to gasoline, and you try to focus on what else he's taking out of the bag, oblivious.

does he think about it at all? the way you have? at the root of the situation, that's what has been most bothersome: is he grossed out? simply embarrassed? does he feel taken advantage of? did he enjoy it and just doesn't know how to say it? the not knowing is driving you insane.

"i got—" bakugou awkwardly angles his body, gently touching at his side again. in his hands is a simple pack of first-aid supplies, like a wound wash and bandages and medical tape. "need you to change this shit for me."

"oh?" is all you can manage to say, still distracted, and whatever is obvious in your voice has his eyes snapping to you from across the kitchen, adam's apple bobbing. you clear your throat, struggling for normalcy. "the hell did you do?"

he's — going to take his shirt off. clearly, by the way he stretches out his shoulders and then slowly reaches behind himself to grab the material by the back, carefully pulling it up over his head with a low, stinging hiss.

bakugou's always been a lean kid — guy — but pulled so taut like that, after years of working out muscles you didn't even know he had, he looks — stupidly shredded, and the slow reveal of his tight stomach is not helping you to focus.

you just never realized how hot it was, because you never looked at him like that. until recently.

his mask comes off with his shirt and he tosses both onto the kitchen counter — again, as if he pays the bills here — and his hair is a mess and he usually doesn't care, but he runs a hand through it several times before finally looking back at you, eyes outlined in black.

"y'gonna help me or...?" he shrugs, trying to appear impassive — but it's too obvious; something's shifted, for the both of you.

you don't trust your voice anymore, so you just shuffle over to him, frowning at the dirty, worn bandage that's already unsticking from his skin. with his teeth, he pulls off his gloves and it's a wonder why he even wears them, really, because his hands are filthy underneath, covered in soot and black-stained grease.

standing like he is, arm slightly raised, you can see all his sweat, muscles shifting under his skin as he breathes, and his hairy armpit is staring you in the face and you don't know when he stopped being 12 and started being 20 and when he became such a man. it's not fair, that he should suddenly be so — attractive.

"you're disgusting," you tell him — and mean it — and it's met with such hot and irritated surprise that you have to keep talking before he explodes. "you should probably take a shower before putting on a new bandage."

it's road-rash up his right side, still shiny and wet and blood red. still raw. just looking at it is enough to make you cringe.

bakugou huffs, exasperated. "okay, gimme a towel then."

"i didn't mean take a shower here!" you squawk, taking a step back as if to further yourself from the suggestion.

detonation imminent; bakugou curls his hands into fists and the same muffled warning you've been getting your whole life crackles. "okay," he says, voice thin and razor sharp. "you're coming back to mine then?"

your whole life flashes before your eyes — or at least the few minutes it took for him to lose his shit between your legs. "what? no, why would i?"

"i need your help with this, dip-shit!"

"you're saying there's no one else that can—"

"if you want me to fuck off, just say so!"

things go silent, startlingly so. totally still, except for the rising flush across his face, one that you used to read as annoyance but are now translating into something else you never could have expected from him: embarrassment. it's starting to give you whiplash, how much you're discovering despite knowing him all your life.

"closet is at the end of hall," you say in surrender. "bathroom will be on your left."

bakugou mutters a quiet, angry little "jesus" before stalking back to the front door to get his bag, and then he's disappearing into the dark of your apartment.

you slump down on your couch and — struggle. watching the tv and absorbing nothing; it's a rerun anyway. the sudden, overwhelming urge to cry washes over you as the shower spray sounds in the background, followed by a low-timbered swear and the clatter of several bottles against the tub.

it's easy to butt heads with bakugou. you don't think there is any other way to interact with him, really, because he's so argumentative and that used to be okay, but now things are — off. you don't know what he's doing, what he wants, why he's here and in your shower when he could be at home or getting patched up at his agency. all the conclusions you can come to are frightening, a little, and they're hard to fathom; is he — does he want more?

is this just because he's a guy that got some action and is looking for a second round, or is this because it's you?

this stupid situation has only added an unnecessary amount of drama to your life, and you think maybe the pretend-it-never-happened route is the smartest path, even if you can't stop thinking about him and the strength coiled in his biceps, in his shoulders, and how tall he's become and — when did he lose most of the baby fat in his face, and when did he get such a sharp jawline?

how much is he working out, to get his body like that? he used to be a skinny, scrappy little thing and now — he can probably lift a truck over his head. must run all the time, though he's always been active, and you've never looked before, but you wonder how nice his ass is.

what he looks like under the shower, soapy and wet.

furiously, you blink out of your daydream, feeling like a foreign body in your own skin; if someone would have told you only a handful of months ago that you'd be having weird, sensual thoughts about your best friend, you would have laughed so hard you'd cried. or puked.

but if anyone else stands in that picture with him, your heart squeezes painfully. traitorously. already, you've shared so many memories with him; the start of elementary school, learning how to swim, giving each other equally bruised faces, staying up all night to study for important exams, tackling middle school graduation side-by-side, him making himself at home in your first apartment, just as you had done in his.

the devil on your shoulder asks: what's a few more firsts?

it seems like the shower stops in record time, but when you hone back in on the tv, the episode has changed and new drama is settling in. distantly, the rattle of the doorknob is more aggressive than it needs to be and when the echo of a swung-open door trails down the hallway, your heart suspends in your throat. never have you had to think this much just to be around him, and it's bothersome.

clean and relaxed, he's — softer; you spare a quick glance at him when he comes to stand beside the couch, distracted by the show on screen, and his hair is damp, starting to stick out again the more it dries. his muscles aren't made of marble anymore; still there and rippling, but he breathes calmly and his skin is baby smooth, tender. you eye his tummy and the line of fine hair running down into the waistband of his sweats, and do your best to ignore the sudden desire to kiss right above his belly-button.

"since when are they talking again?"

just as he looks at you, your gaze shoots back to the screen, eyes narrowing as you try to rapidly remember what's happening in the day-to-day for stay-at-home, pro-hero wives.

"uh," you blink, distracted — and he notices, "what do you mean? they've been hanging out, like, all season."

bakugou watches the tv in silence, occasionally glancing down to the bandage in his hands as he carefully spreads it out, as he dampens the towel with the antiseptic and dabs at his wounds.

"even after she hit on whatshername's husband?"

"yeah, that was a misunderstanding," you frown at him but he doesn't see it. "remember when they went to that dinner party and all hell broke loose because—"

his flat look serves for a rude interruption. "they go to a lot of fuckin' dinner parties."

"i know, but," you scoff, annoyed, "have you even watched this season?"

bakugou scoffs, mocking and over-dramatic, "yeah, as if i've got all day to sit on my ass and watch your stupid girly—"

"you're watching it right now."

"because you've got it on!" he huffs when you sink into the couch, resolutely trying to ignore him. “start it over then, if you’re gonna cry about it.”

you gape up at him, going as far as to pause the show so that maybe he’ll acknowledge you and all your annoyance; he doesn’t. “start it over? this is, like, episode 26!”

“so? got a hot date or what?”

he’s not at all interested in the answer and that’s obvious when he spins around and holds out the bandage expectantly, staring down at the scrape — glowing red and angry, a mirrored wound you can feel scabbing across your own skin; itchy and irritating.

finally he looks at you properly, frowning softly and — you see him then, can feel the tension lining his body as you carefully tape on his bandage. trying to hide how uncomfortable he is, though you he’s never had to do so with you in all of — forever. it’s nauseating, and again you're struck by the image of him, only now it's of the horror that had been on his face afterwards, at what you’d done.

it pushes everything over the edge; quietly, so that your voice doesn’t expose anything, you say, “you haven’t spoken to me in three months.”

silence weighs in the air immediately, heavy, and you watch him try to appear unbothered, shrugging as he stares back at the unmoving tv, jaw tight. “phone works both ways.”

“yeah, but,” your hands drop as he steps away to pull on a loose shirt, and you curl your fists into your own. just as he has. “i’m always the one having to reach out—”

“so why didn’t you?”

“what?” frustrated, you massage your temples, trying to soothe the nuclear headache threatening to incinerate you. “are you seriously trying to—”

“what’s the big deal?” he huffs, slumping down into the far corner of the couch before cringing, swearing as he gently touches at his bandage. “you’ve gone longer than that without talkin’ to me, so…”

the tone of his voice is infuriating, as if this is somehow all your fault — and maybe it is, because you shouldn’t have crossed such a boundary with him, but — he can be such a dick.

“it’s not just me bakugou, you could have just as easily picked up the phone, too!” your teeth grind when he shrugs again, leaning his head against his fist as he looks anywhere else. it almost looks like guilt that's dragging his expression down, but you know better than to assume he could feel such a thing. “you always—”

“jesus, if i always do this—”

“shut up for a second, damn!” and then because you can’t stand the stupid look on his face, you kick him in the thigh for good measure; it garners a warning glare, his teeth bared.

he easily catches you by the ankle when you try to kick him again. "tell me what the big fuckin' deal is."

"the big deal? oh, you mean besides the fact that you totally came in your pants?"

it stuns him for a second, eyes wide and face pale, before he's yanking you across the couch, narrowly avoiding the knee aimed for his gut. "you—fucking—!" a smack lands across the back of his head when he ducks and he plants a heavy hand over your face, forcing you to close your eyes and turn away.

"you're gonna blow my head off!"

"if i wanted you dead, you—" he intercepts the hand you blindly reach up with, crossing it awkwardly over your chest so that you're pinned down like a wild animal. "you would be!"

"kiss my ass, katsuki." you snark, and it does something to him, your use of his first name, because he's still for a moment before sitting back and collecting your wrists correctly, to hold against the couch arm above your head.

"you're such a fucking—" he swoops in so low that his nose almost brushes yours and he grabs the front of your sweater with his free hand, like he's gonna shake you down for some lunch money. "fuck, i could just—" and then he groans long and loud, so annoyed he can't find the words.

"yeah, well—"

"shut up," he lightly knocks his forehead into your cheekbone with another dissatisfied sound, letting out a heavy sigh as he sinks his face down into your neck.

all your muscles tighten on instinct, waiting for the sharp bite that's due any second — but his fingers only uncurl from the material of your sweater, slowly slipping around to tangle into the hair at the nape of your neck. his pull there is a little tight, enough for you to know he's got you, but not so much that you're head is aching; you can't imagine you have a sensitive scalp, anyway, after growing up around him.

you want to say something — which is an annoying realization because now you feel like too much of a talker — but you just focus on the heave of his chest over yours, the breath that moves through him. the minute jostle of his hips as he settles further into the space between your legs, almost comfortable. the slight swell of something unfamiliar against your inner thigh.

bakugou presses his face a little further into you, warm, and the tip of his nose drags along the column of your throat. successfully sedating you, distracted by the feel of his parted lips against your skin.

your body is hot all over, very suddenly; the sweater now feels like a death trap and hopefully you don't smell weird, though it's never been a worry before, not around him, and your adrenaline is rushing and you're kinda tired of acting like you don't know why that is.

fuck pretend-it-never-happened. it's been a long three months.

he's almost entirely pressed against you, but there is a small gap of space that closes when you open your legs a little wider, hitching them around his waist as his breath stutters against your neck.

it's happened so quick, so effortlessly yet again; you give a purposeful roll of your hips upward and are lost in him all over.

only — it's different than it was before because straddling his lap hadn't done much for you, but now the weighted outline of him is right against your center and the pressure that drags across you sends tingles up your spine and has your toes curling in your socks. when you let out a tiny gasp at the stomach-flipping sensation, tension coils in every curve of his body and the grip around your wrists and in your hair only tightens.

you can't help it; you let out a "katsuki" in the same heady tone as you did in his apartment and it has him falling easily into the slow grind you've been unable to stop thinking about. what shifts across his face is obvious, against your throat, like the scrunch of his brow and the slow drop of his mouth. he tries to muffle his breathy "oh" into your skin, but it echoes throughout your entire body, has an ache beginning between your thighs that he's already soothing.

the nip comes then, teeth sinking gently into your neck as you weakly cry out in surprise, but it's only for a moment before his tongue — wet and heavy and wide — is tasting over your jugular, lips closing around your skin as he sucks experimentally. you let out a proper moan then, squirming against his hands and up into him so that the pressure doubles for the both of you.

katsuki finally relinquishes your wrists, carding his hand down your body before coming to squeeze your hip, your thigh, locking your leg tight around his waist. "yeah," he rasps, voice deeper than you've ever heard it as he presses his forehead into yours. "how do you fuckin' like it?"

being bitten, he means, vengefully, but you're spread open beneath him and he's rutting the hard length of himself against you roughly, eagerly, and panting open-mouthed and you tighten up at the aggression in his tone and in his hands and his very being and —

"fuck," you gasp, loud and wanton, "fuck, katsuki—"

and then you are kissing your best friend.

the boy from down the street that always ruined your hair and taught you where to place your thumb if you were gonna throw a punch. that used his empty pen cartridge to blow spitballs at you and mocked you for losing crane games, even though he ended up giving you the stupid stuffed animal anyway. that had to be king of the castle, with his stick-sword and cardboard shield. that demanded you be his queen, weeds he picked for you woven carefully into your hair by his hands.

katsuki kisses like he's shy — another term you've never thought of in relation to him and all his fire and brimstone; it's slow and a little delayed in comparison to what his hips are doing, as if he's in his head too much and is trying to figure how to move his lips and when. tentative and chaste, until you run your tongue along the seam of his mouth and pry him open a little more.

it's making you hungry; that possessiveness from before is creeping back in, eager to have him in ways nobody else has. you arch into him, biting at his lips and sighing into his mouth as goosebumps break out across his skin.

with a slant of his head, he deepens the kiss and you can feel his nostrils flaring, the fingernails scratching against your scalp, the bruises he's probably leaving on your thigh. he lets up only to breathe, panting into your ear when he begins to bite and suck on your skin again; your earlobe and neck and even the cut of your jaw. like maybe he's hungry, too.

you fist a hand into his shirt just to tug it up his body, feeling the strong contract of his stomach when your fingers ghost against him. katsuki gets the hint quickly, rising up to his knees to tear the material off — much more harshly than he did before, which has you eying his crinkled bandage — and you move fast to take advantage of the new space.

it gives him pause when you yank down your shorts, pulling your legs back to slip them off and fling them somewhere across the room. his face goes red again, and his heaving chest, too, and his eyelids flutter as he takes in the sight of your flimsy, damp cotton underwear. you start to pull the sweater up your stomach, but he's watching so intently — so ravenous — that you get shy, without a bra underneath the too-hot fabric.

in any other situation, katsuki would have grabbed onto this moment, your hesitation, and held it over your head to come back and poke at. cataloged this little weak spot for future arguments, but now —

not once has he ever been gentle with you in anything; it's enough of a surprise that that's even a possibility for him, for the two of you, but he presses his body back into yours and kisses you deep, calloused fingers tracing over the new skin exposed to him. he doesn't try to push the sweater up any further, but one hand slips up your back, to splay between your shoulder-blades like it had before, and he's so close and you've never known him to be this — careful. with anything.

"y'r so—" katsuki rolls his hips again and groans, whispering against your lips. "fuckin' soft."

his sweatpants are still on and you don't know why, but when you reach down to help tug them off, he grabs your wrist before they can go too far.

he presses the heat from his cheeks into your own, like he wants to share it. "you done this before?"

"have you?"

he frowns at your non-answer. "i asked first."

you have. three times, technically, though a phantom pain echoes in your stomach at the memories, and you feel an odd emptiness in your chest that makes you really glad to have the sweater still on. your answer leaves you a little ashamed, under his gaze, and you purposely turn from it. "would...that bother you?"

before, you wouldn't have cared, didn't care, nor were you even thinking of him when it happened. wherever he must have been; u.a, probably, getting ready to make his lifelong dreams a reality while you trusted a boy that didn't look at you the way katsuki is now. that didn't hold you and touch you and kiss you the way your best friend has.

he scoffs, though it doesn't sound as careless as it usually does and he squeezes his eyes shut so you can't read them. the truth that's hidden there. "no," he lies, "why would—" but he doesn't finish, just sighs.

"it was awful anyway," you tell him, offering a small smile when he peeks down at you. he doesn't say anything, so you kiss him once, twice, until his tension is melting away. "should have been you."

the grip on your thigh turns almost painful and he grinds into you so roughly that you both gasp, loud in the tight, barely-there space between you. "yeah," he rasps, sucking another bruise into the hollow of your throat. "fuckin' should have."

you try to imagine it; eighteen and nervous, naked in front of him for the first time since you were seven and got into paint from his mom's workshop, when she made you both strip down in the same room, furious. how different he might have been with you then, how much more unsure. kinder than your ex, without a doubt, even for katsuki, and he probably wouldn't have even gone through with the whole thing, considering how uncomfortable the first time is.

or maybe it wouldn't have been, with him; maybe he would have looked into it, taken the time to wind you up the same way he is now so that you were eager and wet and ready. looking down at you with his wide, almost-black eyes in the dim light of a table lamp. another first to share.

"if i'd have just," he huffs, allowing his sweats to slip down past his hips. shoulders trembling when he makes you moan out his name again. "fuckin'—grown a pair 'n told you—"

the weight of him becomes more obvious, the straining bulge he's rocking into your core, and seeing it is — really getting to you; wearing such tight boxers, you can tell just how close the pink tip of him is to his waistband, nearly peeking out from just how hard he is.

it takes a shrug to get him out of your shoulder, so you can press your lips back to his. "can still be you, katsuki," you breathe, biting on his bottom lip until his tiny frown is gone. "if you want, it can still be you."

for a minute, he indulges himself in the greedy kiss you're giving him, testing strokes of his tongue against your own as his hips stutter out of rhythm — but it's when your fingers brush through the hair at the base of his stomach, trying to slip a hand into his boxers, that he's gasping into your mouth and pushing his body up and away.

determination settles over his face then — along with his vibrant flush — and he doesn't say anything as he grabs you like it's nothing and scoots you up the couch so that your back is pressed to the arm, propped up. once he settles between your thighs, he just rests his face into the plush of your stomach — which is humiliating and has you squirming, but the firmness returns to his hands; holding your hips so that you'll still, so that he can kiss right above your belly button, just as you wanted to do to him.

heat flares in your own cheeks — and down your chest and in your ears and searing on the back of your neck — when you feel the first puff of his warm breath against your underwear, where you're sensitive and slick and aching.

this is completely new to you; your ex-boyfriend probably never considered tasting you here, certainly not with the same desire that's painted across katsuki's face. you have to slap your hands over your eyes and bite your lip, embarrassed, suddenly, at how desperate the simple press of his mouth to your underwear makes you.

"hey, hey," katsuki grunts, pinching at your hips until you peek at him through your fingers. the highlights of his cheeks are crimson and his eyes are black, glaring with an intensity that makes you shiver. "it's my fuckin' turn."

to make you fall apart, he means, just as he had.

at the first hot drag of his tongue against the material, you squirm, leaning your head back so that your expression is hidden. another grunt comes from him, you think in dissatisfaction, but he continues, laving until your mouth is falling open and the fabric between you is drenched.

he's gone just long enough to be replaced by the ghost of his thumb, touching you much too-gently. hunger has you stealing another look at him, watching behind your hands as he stares, blatantly, at the mess he's already made of you, stroking the pad of his finger against the sodden material in interest.

discovering; a curious swipe over where you're aching has you sighing and trembling and his eyes jump back up to your covered face, open mouth curling into the faintest smirk as he does it again and again and again. it's bullshit — how quickly he's figured you out, almost as if your body was meant to be unraveled by his hands — but then again, it didn't take you long either, did it?

"katsuki," you hiss, digging a hand into the hair at the crown of his head, tugging on it until his smile is dropping and his eyes are lidding. your body is on fire and your legs are trying to close around his head, hips squirming as he toys with you, like the little brat he is.

deadly serious, he grabs your underwear and holds it tightly in his fist so that you can wiggle one leg free, and then he's tugging it out of his way and devouring you whole.

it's sloppy, the mixture of spit and slick as runs his tongue through you, wet and wide, and you're so sensitive that you squeak out in surprise, fingers tightening. a groan punches from deep in his chest and your hips buck at the vibration of it, drawn so tight already.

"oh my—" you gasp, dropping your other hand from your face to grip the couch; eyes closed, you're somewhere else entirely, lost in the clumsy swirl of pleasure between your thighs.

katsuki raises his head to breathe, reaffirming your grip in his hair by wrapping his fingers tight over your own. at the shiny sight of his mouth, you can't help but to whimper with a needy roll of your hips, until he's simply sticking out his tongue and allowing you to ride it, to use it as you need to. it's embarrassing, how desperate you are, but his eyes are knife-sharp and trained on you and you've never experienced anything like this.

he moves then, slipping one hand further up under your sweater, cupping your breast carefully as his lids flutter — and the other is shoved between his hips and where they're pressed into the couch. you tighten up at just the idea of him rutting into his hand while kissing your messy slit, moaning openly, head falling back as your eyes start to roll.

this is — fuck — you've never been so turned on in all your life and it's driving you crazy; at one point in time, the thought of bakugou like this would have grossed you out, but now you think it's only like this because of him. anyone else wasn't right, not the way he is, and he's maybe a little impatient and unwieldy, but it's katsuki. between your legs with his mouth on you — something he wanted — and his fingers are brushing over your nipple and the other is down his pants, wrist flexing and —

"fuck, oh fuck, i—" you try to sit up, chasing blindly after the high, but he forces you back down. a long groan is muffled by your skin and when he lifts his chin just a little, a glob of spit falls off his lips and the sight makes your toes curl before he presses back into you and sucks.

everything goes blank as you free-fall into him and you cum quietly, muscles so taut in your body that your voice can't even squeeze out of your throat. the minute you're able to breathe, he's biting a mark into your thigh and yanking you back down under him, lips slick against yours.

tasting yourself on his tongue has you coming out of the heady haze, ravenous; katsuki helps you to shove his boxers down, though he can only gasp tightly when he grinds against you, coating himself.

"'m not—" his soft hair tickles your face when he shakes his head, arms trembling beside your head. "i won't be able to—"

"keep going," you breathe, smearing your mess over the tip of him and down his length as he groans. "i don't care, keep going."

he smashes his lips to yours, though he's only able to meet the pump of your hand a few times before dropping his forehead to your shoulder, spine curling, fingers digging into your hair. katsuki swears long and low, eventually letting out a soft sound you wouldn't have expected from him as his entire body tenses and he spills onto your stomach.

"goddamn it," he moans into the fabric of your sweater, weary, after a long moment. "now 'm fuckin' tired."

and for some reason that makes you laugh, though the lust is dissipating and your nerves are trembling at the memory of how this ended last time. katsuki pulls away suddenly, making your stomach drop, and he doesn't look at you as he detangles himself, awkwardly shuffling away from the couch and out of sight.

you frown down at the mess on your stomach, the way it's pooling in your belly-button — and you'll be damned to let him leave you like this, but just as you finishing reciting over and over what you want to say, he appears, towel in hand.

it's still damp from his shower and you tense on instinct, waiting for him to start twirling it with that stupid grin on his face, but katsuki only arranges your legs so that he can sit between them, carefully wiping you off as his cheeks burn. and you just watch him, the way he runs a hand over your skin to make sure he got it all before helping to finagle your underwear back on properly.

then he just looks at the tv, unmoving. if he's trying to appear casual at all, it's a piss-poor job — but he's never been able to keep his fat mouth shut for long.

the look he gives you lacks its usual heat, though you can't tell if that's just because he's drained or if he's withdrawn for another reason. "what now? six months, a year before you talk to me again?"

and you're annoyed all over again.

"what?" you return his weak glare, sitting up properly so that you're right in his face. "are you kidding me? you didn't talk to me either."

"the hell did you want me to say?" he scoffs and — you could slap him, for ruining everything so quickly. wipe that stupid look off his face with your fist. "'sorry i busted a nut, you free for dinner?'"

"yeah!" the shrill tone of your voice makes his eyes widen, and you throw your hands up in the air, incensed. "that sounds wonderful in comparison to coming home and avoiding me."

"i didn't avoid you," he mutters, though his eyes drift back to the tv. "just didn't have shit to say."

"bakugou," you slap your hands over your face for the second time, though this one is much worse than the last. "how is that fucking fair? what did you want me to say?"

and now — his eyes are full and furious, mouth curling down into an ugly frown that you've so rarely had the pleasure of seeing on his face; every time his mother made you go home and when you told him you weren't gonna try to test into u.a. when he overheard your girl friends teasing you for liking an older boy in your school.

when he was losing you, you realize.

"'m not doin' this shit with you," he mutters, definitive, before swiping his shirt up off the floor and standing. "not doin' this bakugou shit."

"oh my god," you groan, rising, too, because your stomach is twisting at the thought of him leaving again, no matter how angry he's making you. "what does that even mean?"

you trail him as he stomps into your kitchen to grab his work shirt and mask from the counter, trying to interrupt him at every turn, and the scowl on his face only grows when you shoot to stand in front of the door, just as he reaches for his bag.

"you can't—"

"this," he seethes, gesturing to you and then himself before gritting his teeth so hard that they should shatter. "this is why i didn't wanna fuckin' talk to you."

you knew he didn't. the minute lunch ended and when you made out his shape in mitsuki's snapchat: you knew. but hearing it from his mouth is as much of a confirmation as it is a kick in the gut.

there's more he's struggling to say, mouth shifting as he chews on the words and the skin of his lips. his gaze jumps from you to the door to something on the counter before he's swallowing again, staring down at you with brand new eyes.

the light in the kitchen makes them shine, angry and sad. "i can't—" he sighs, nostrils flaring like he's mad at himself for struggling. "go back to bakugou, not after—" a vague hand waves toward the couch. "maybe this is just, i don't know, whatever to you, but i — fuckin' can't."

tell me what the big fuckin' deal is; earlier, he'd demanded it of you, why the silence mattered so much this time when it didn't seem to matter before. in the midst of your anger, you didn't think twice about his wording but now —

he wanted you to say it. katsuki wanted to hear you say that it hurt to be without him for so long, and he kept his distance because he was afraid that you wouldn't.

"you're so stupid," you mutter it quietly, and his eyebrows shoot up to his hairline, enraged, but before he can get another dumb word out, you loop your arms around his neck and just — kiss him.

not crazy or wild or lust-driven, just your lips to his, slowly working him out of the shell he's tried to hide behind.

the bag in his hand hits the ground with a soft thud and then his arm is wrapping around your back, tugging you to him as he finally breathes and opens his mouth — and lets you in.

when you cup the sides of his neck, katsuki inhales sharply through his nose, pulse jumping under your fingers, and his lashes flutter against your cheeks as he opens his eyes. he pulls back enough so that you can stare at each other and you realize that eyeliner is still clinging to his lids, making him seem sharper than usual.

you're a little stunned, then, at how beautiful he is.

"i can't go back to bakugou either, dumbass." gently, you knock your forehead into his, smiling at the pout on his face. "you've totally screwed that up for me."

"yeah, well," he huffs, "about time. only took you all my goddamn life."

"sorry i'm late."

"what else is new?" he rolls his eyes and you squeak, indignant, before sticking your tongue out at him, patience worn thin already.

you expect a bite or a pinch to the cheek or another rough violence that falls along the lines that have made up your relationship thus far — but instead there is only something soft that reflects in his eyes and the shy kiss he presses to your lips, something that he's kept safe just for you, guarded, with his stick-sword and cardboard shield.

#narrator voice: willow did not have the spoons to extend the ending #whoopsie #okie okie part 2 #✿ willow writes #✿ one shot: bakugou

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mixelation · 6 months ago

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heya, so i've read your fic "it's about magic eyeball biology" right when it came out on AO3 but i just saw it's not online anymore. is there a way you'd be willing to send me the file? I REALLY like it and I was reading it basically every day for a few days because it made me laugh

i pulled it because i was getting comments about it on other fics and that was super annoying. but i guess i don't have a problem reposting it to tumblr. some notes:

this is an AU based on a bunch of jokes in this tag (chronological order)

someone asked about how weird it would be to be an SI and find out about the eyeball symbionts, so i wrote about tori finding out. this fic is a joke. it is not "canon." no one in plasticity, mutagenicity, or any other fic of mine has eyeball symbionts. i do not find it interesting, amusing, or fun to explore this concept in other fics. i do not want comments or questions about it. please respect this

the word i chose to use is "symbiont," which in my experience is the more common term used by people who study symbiosis. "symbiote" is from marvel.

Tori was successful in not vomiting the first time she watched an autopsy. Her stomach churned uncomfortably, but she ignored it, watching Keizo’s hands and pointedly not looking at the face of their latest victim. If she just focused on the steady removal of organs from the abdomen and not the face, she could pretend they weren’t from a person.

Then Keizo moved on to the head, and she had to look. He pried open the eyelids, and her stomach rolled.

“The eyes aren’t so bad,” Keizo narrated, voice gruff and bored. He held the lids open with one hand while he cut away with the other. “I like to use curved scissors to-- pay attention-- cut through the fascial sheath, and then you can cut away the orbital muscles and it’ll pop right out. Orochimaru-sama isn’t going to let you touch anyone with a doujutsu, so don’t worry about damaging the…”

Tori frowned, barely listening to Keizo, as the victim’s eye did pop right out. It was smooth, almost a perfect sphere, with the dark brown iris raised ever so slightly. Pink viscera clung to it in Keizo’s hand.

“Hold on,” Tori interrupted, twisting her neck to try and look at the back of the eyeball. “Where’s the… you know, the optic nerve?”

She was pretty sure the optic nerve was, like, huge. It was a bundle of over a million nerve fibers or something insane like that, if she remembered the human anatomy unit correctly. Her teacher had called it a “bridge cable.”

Then again, that unit was from an advanced high school class, and Keizo was looking at her like she was particularly stupid. Even if he was mean, violent, and uncooperative, he definitely knew more about cutting out eyeballs than Tori.

“Is it smaller than it looks in cartoons?” she tried.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Keizo sneered. “Here, you do the second eye.”

That was the good thing about eyes, Tori supposed. You got two for the price of one.

He passed her the curved scissors, which were slick with whatever goo lined an eye socket, and Tori hesitantly put down the notebook she’d been writing in. Feeling very light-headed, she copied Keizo’s movements, gently separating the victim’s eyelids and praying something would happen to intervene in what she was about to do. A fire alarm going off, or a earthquake, or fuck-- she’d take the hideout being actively attacked over this.

No act of god stopped her. Her hands were shaking so hard that she accidentally punctured the sclera and transparent, goopy vitreous started leaking out.

The eye did pop right out, though. There was no nerve at the back, and no evidence of one in the back of the pink socket.

Looking into the face of dead, eyeless person, she could either feel the horror at what she’d done seeping into her very bones, or she could wonder: What the fuck?

xXx

She asked for an anatomy book.

“I don’t see what the point is,” Kabuto told her. “You’re getting hands-on experience.”

“I want to know how things work when they’re still alive,” Tori replied.

“Well…” Kabuto rolled his chair back from his desk towards a narrow bookstand of books and scrolls he kept in his clinic. “I suppose Orochimaru would approve. Here, you can look through this while we wait for that drug to kick in.”

He handed her what was clearly a picture book meant for children, a deeply condescending smile on his face. Tori pressed her lips together to prevent herself from saying something disrespectful, then forced her face into a polite smile.

There was a chapter on different senses, and she slowly flipped through the chapter on chakra networks in mild interest, before she found the two-page spread covering sight.

Mother of Christ, Tori thought.

She hadn’t found an optic nerve because there wasn’t one.

xXx

Part of Tori’s argument for why she shouldn’t be dissected like a frog was that there was no reason to think there was much special about her biologically, including her own anatomy. She thought it would be safer to simply not say anything.

But now she knew. She knew every person in this world was a walking sin against logic, and that knowledge, sitting in the Oto clinic with Kabuto, was a horrible, heavy burden that made it hard to breathe.

The picture book Kabuto had loaned her had explained vision to her the way Tori thought an alien who’d never even seen a human and also who didn’t have sight themselves might explain it: special cells at the back of the eye reacted to light, and then that information was transferred directly into the brain via a complex network of chakra, and this was not even the worst part.

The worst part was that eyeballs were an entirely separate organism. A mutualistic creature that colonized newborn baby eye sockets and then metamorphosed into basically a giant eyeball that fed visual information into the brain in exchange for protection and nutrients.

“During pregnancy,” the book had explained in a little Did you know? box, “a mommy’s body makes special hormones, which tell the visual symbiont to make babies too! The babies are called larvae, which have lots of little tentacles to help them move around. They like to stay with mommy, though, and so they find the baby when she holds it. Sometimes, when there’s a problem with mommy and she can’t donate larvae to her baby, a doctor can help daddy’s eyes make babies, or sometimes another mommy will donate!”

Tori was going insane. She was going to hyperventilate. What the FUCK!

“This is the worst thing I ever read,” she muttered to herself, eyes stuck on the book. Whatever drug Kabuto had given her was making her dizzy, but she felt like her vision was laser-focused and perfectly taking in the bright cartoon of two eyeball symbiont creatures. “Is this a joke? This has to be a joke.”

She was vaguely aware of Kabuto frowning at her. “A joke?”

“Visual symbionts?” Tori squeaked out, sounding and feeling hysterical.

“Yes…?” Kabuto repeated.

“No,” Tori argued. “No way.”

Bemused, Kabuto dug out more textbooks, these ones meant for actual medical professionals. He flipped through passages on syndromes related to host-symbiont genetic incompatibilities, being colonized by more than one symbiont, symbiont maldevelopment and absenteeism, chakra incompatibilities, if the symbiont spontaneously regrew its tentacles and left your head in order to start its sexual reproductive cycle.

“Is this…” Tori felt like she couldn’t breathe. She felt more apt to vomit than she did when she’d fucked up trying to cut out someone’s eye. “Is this a genjutsu…?”

“Did you really not know about them?” Kabuto asked. “I thought you had biological training.”

Tori had to work very hard not to break down into hysterics.

xXx

The good news was that “I have a special nerve that connects my eyeball to my brain and lets me see” sounded exactly as insane to both Kabuto and Orochimaru as “eyeball symbiont creature” did to Tori.

Well, no, that wasn’t really good news. But she felt vindicated at both their absolutely baffled looks.

She had to explain it three times– dropping words like “optic chiasma” and “retinal blind spot” before Kabuto believed her enough to press his fingers to her temple and send chakra into her eyes.

“There is something there,” he said, sounding deeply perplexed, and Orochimaru perked up like a child receiving a Christmas gift. “I think-- yes, it’s a nerve.”

“I think you should be able to see it,” Tori said, “if you shine a light into the pupil.”

They did. Tori did indeed have a white spot at the back of her eye, right where her optic nerve entered her eye.

“You’re like a cephalopod,” Orochimaru informed her, sounding like a dog owner telling their pet they were a very good girl. “This is how their eyes are arranged, an absolutely beautiful evolution. Oh, but the approach of the nerve is different. How fascinating.”

The examination ended with Orochimaru gleefully jabbing a needle into both Tori’s eyes. This was uncomfortable and painful, and he talked about how the presence of an optic nerve might be part of her future vision.

At least this backs up my story, Tori thought as Orochimaru’s cool hand held her face down.

xXx

Orochimaru strolled into lab the next day and pulled Tori aside to go over the results of her test with her. He took her down the hall to an office, which was surprisingly homey, all things considered. Orochimaru’s office was lined with bookshelves, and had a nice wood desk and a comfortable looking chair behind it. There was an ornamental lamp, which along with the desk chair, were the closest to “creature comforts” that Tori had seen in Oto so far.

She sat opposite to Orochimaru, in a much less comfortable chair. He spread a scroll out on the desk in front of her.

“Do you know how to read the results of a DNA test?” he asked.

“Uh,” Tori answered. “Not like whatever you’re about to show me.”

He hummed back at her, not at all bothered. “Ah, your otherworldly science. You should tell me about that later. For now…”

He explained how he’d compared the DNA extracted from her eye to DNA extracted from the hair he’d ripped off of her previously. They had matched exactly. He’d also ran her eye DNA against several visual symbionts they had on file, across many vertebrate taxa, and found no match at all.

“Your eyes are one-hundred percent Tori,” he said. “It’s amazing.”

“...thanks?” Tori tried. As a joke she added, “I grew them myself.”

“Hmm,” he answered. “I wish I had more of you, and more of other animals from your world. I’d like to study how they evolved.”

“I don’t understand how they didn’t evolve here,” Tori told him honestly. They had a special socket and everything! “I think… do other animals have eyes here? I’m pretty sure eyes evolved more than once. In my world, I mean.”

Orochimaru leaned back in his seat, eyeing her indulgently, a smile tugging at his lips. “The leading theory is that the symbiont started as a flesh-eating parasite that attacked proto-eyes in vertebrates, and then evolved with us until it simply replaced our eyes. Most babies are born with soft tissue in their sockets, to feed potential symbionts, and some think that growth is left over from millions of years ago when our ancestors had their own eyes.”

“Oh,” Tori said, unsure how to respond to that. She’d been taught parasitism and mutualism were opposite sides of the same symbiotic spectrum, so moving from one end to the other made sense. “Well, that happens sometimes.”

Orochimaru laughed.

They chatted. Orochimaru was good at answering questions thoroughly and without making Tori feel like she was stupid the way other Oto residents did, and he nodded along to her talking about whatever eyeball-related thing that came to her mind. Red-green colorblindness being a sex-linked trait, for example, was an extremely interesting topic for Orochimaru.

“So do you not have the genes for photoreceptors at all?” Tori asked curiously.

Instead of answering her immediately, Orochimaru had started writing down notes to himself. With the exception of occasionally labeling a tube or sample, Tori had never actually seen him write anything down before, and he scribbled with a sort of fervent focus.

“I’ve never looked,” he said eventually. “There’s evidence for photosensitivity in those without symbionts, but… It would be interesting to use your genome to search for any analogous loci…”

Because the conversation flowed easily, Tori eventually felt bold enough to ask:

“So is this why you can just pass sharingan around like hot potatoes?”

Orochimaru paused in the middle of writing, blinking at her.

“Hot potatoes?”

Tori blushed, and then backpedaled. “I know you… uh, Sasuke is going to get into a fight with Danzo at some point.”

She gestured at her forearm, and Orochimaru let a loud, rasping laugh.

“I don’t think Danzo can see particularly well with those,” he said, eyes mirthful. “But I suppose eye transplants would be quite difficult with a nerve to connect, wouldn’t they?”

Tori nodded. She was pretty sure they weren’t even possible. There were… a lot of problems, there. But if the eyeball was supposed to be an external creature, it had to be easier to pass them around.

“They have quite a high success rate here,” he answered, tone flippant as he played with the pen in his hand. “Unfortunately, an eye transplanted into a non-related host can rarely be coaxed into reproducing.”

“Huh,” Tori answered. “Why?”

Orochimaru’s lips quirked up into a smirk. “Perhaps that can be your next project.”

xXx

It didn’t get to be Tori’s next project, because Oto ended up going up in flames.

She didn’t even have time or energy to think about how everyone in this world was running around with symbiont eyeballs instead of regular eyes until months later, sitting in Sasori’s workshop and carefully stirring some foul-smelling concoction while he excavated someone’s insides so he could hide weapons inside or something.

“You know, you guys should really invent magnetic stir-bars,” Tori said, eyeing the beaker of slowly bubbling sludge and wondering if the fumes could hurt her.

Apparently Sasori was in a bad mood today, because he put the horrifying… scooping tool… down and turned to her fully.

Like carving a pumpkin, Tori thought against her will, eyes fixated on the… organ scooper?

“What stupid thing are you rambling about now?” Sasori asked her, voice harsh. “You’re distracting me. If you make a single mistake with that poison--”

Tori was trying very hard to pay attention to Sasori’s threats and not think about all the horrible squelching noises of the organs she’d removed herself. It was better to listen to Sasori, really. Probably increased her chance of survival, even.

There was movement behind Sasori. Tori squeaked in surprise. Sasori clicked his tongue in annoyance, picked up the organ scooper, and then used it to catch something right out of the air with the ease of a professional lacrosse player.

“Oh, disgusting,” he said, staring down at it in evident annoyance.

Something else plopped to the floor with an audible, vaguely wet thud. It rolled across the concrete floor, and Sasori trapped it against the floor with a firm sandal. Tori leaned over the bench to see what was going on, and saw the transparent ooze of viscera across the cement and gray tentacles trashing against the floor and the sides of Sasori’s sandals.

“Is that an eyeball symbiont?” Tori asked, suddenly excited. She leapt to her feet and came to stand beside him, peering into the shell of the organ scooper.

Sure enough, an eyeball with a halo of tentacles was rolling back and forth, desperately trying to escape.

Holy shit, Tori thought. That was… that was amazing, actually.

“It’s sort of cute,” she said.

Sasori looked at her like she was insane. This was, apparently, such a bizarre statement that he didn’t immediately react to the eyeball finally lurching itself forward and out of the scoop. Tori caught it easily in one hand as it fell.

“Don’t touch it,” Sasori hissed, grabbing her wrist. “Are you insane? It’ll induce your eyes too.”

“...what?” Tori asked, blinking back at him. “Oh, because the tentacles mean it’s trying to have sex?”

She stared down at the thing in her hand. The tentacles wriggled between her fingers. Kinky little bastards, weren’t they?

Sasori was looking at her with… awe wasn’t really the word. More like: What the fuck, I have never seen someone this carelessly insane before, and I am horrified that humanity could reach these depth.

Which was kind of rude, actually, because they lived with Hidan.

“What do you mean by ‘induce’?” Toi asked.

“Do you not know how eyeballs work?” Sasori asked, sounding just shy of hysterical.

Apparently, handling an eyeball symbiont in its sexual reproduction mode could induce a symbiont in a host to also leave the head and revert to its sexual cycle, so they could both run off and hopefully have an eyeball orgy with as many symbionts as possible. Tori guessed that made sense. The symbiont reproduced mainly asexually, but most things did occasionally run off to have sex. That was just life.

Sasori was absolutely disgusted by the entire process. His symbionts were the only living part of him, and he was personally horrified by the idea of them crawling out of his head to make babies.

He also seemed to be viscerally repulsed by the threat of a loose symbiont in someone’s living quarters, not because it might affect his housemates, but because he didn’t like the idea of more tentacled symbionts flopping around.

“Is this like… an ongoing societal problem?” Tori wondered. Did people kill them on sight, or was this considered a beautiful miracle of life?

She didn’t get to find out, because her question triggered a rant from Sasori about how much he hated them, and that they should just stay in people’s heads and look pretty like they were meant to.

“Is it common to leave a dead host like this?” Tori asked when he calmed down. They couldn’t really move on their own unless they went into sex mode, after all…

“Why are you still holding it?” Sasori demanded. His own disgust was the only thing keeping him from prying it out of her hand himself.

“Oh, I don’t have a visual symbiont,” Tori said, blinking at Sasori. “I just grew my own eyes. Uh. Like an octopus.”

Sasori very slowly let go of her wrist. He stared at her, perplexed.

The symbiont in her hand wriggled some more. Her own eyeballs stayed firmly in place.

“...pick up the one on the floor,” Sasori said eventually.

He wanted to keep them. He liked saving his puppet’s original eyes. Usually, when they left the host, he had to kill them and then isolate them for a week to be sure the hormones that could induce his own symbionts dissipated. That meant, once he was able to safely handle them, they were not in pristine condition. This, perhaps, contributed to why he hated them so much. They were frustrating art material.

Tori thought, based on what she’d read about things doctors did, he was being a bit paranoid, the way some people didn’t like touching raw meat.

“You’ll have to kill them and preserve them for me,” Sasori said, having fully accepted that Tori was a weird freak faster than she would have anticipated.

Tori felt bad when she killed them, slipping a scalpel into their backs where Sasori indicated.

“You’ll see more live ones,” Sasori sniffed when she complained. “This happens with about a quarter of my bodies.”

Fascinating, Tori thought. She’d never had one of her failed surgery… patients… do this. Maybe what they did in Oto also killed the symbiont?

“And you don’t use all those bodies for full puppets, right?” Tori asked. “You won’t need every symbiont.”

“You can’t keep it as a pet,” Sasori sneered.

Obviously she didn’t want a pet. She wanted to run some experiments. This was really interesting, after all!

Instead of earnestly explaining this to Sasori, who seemed a bit on edge and likely to yell at her, she went for jokes at other people’s expense. He loved those.

“I want to see if Jashin protects Hidan from them,” Tori told him, and he snorted. “Or see if we can get one to colonize Deidara’s mouth-hand.”

“He will kill you,” Sasori said, not without a hint of bemusement. “You’ll cut off all their tentacles next. I like to use curved scissors…”

#it's about magic eyeball biology #my writing #toriverse

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starryjkoo · 10 months ago

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This might be a controversial opinion but some of y’all need to learn to pick your battles and stop chasing the validation of PJMs and JJKs. Who cares if JJKs are hyping some fictional friendship and writing fanfictions because Jungkook stood next to some random dude twice? Who cares if solo fanbases crop out and don’t post the whole picture (that no one should be reposting btw)? Who cares if PJMs and JJKs don’t acknowledge their friendship? As long as they aren’t dragging Jimin or JK, or even overtly saying anything negative about their bond, literally why do some of you guys care what solos of all people think?

It’s odd to me that some jkkrs will go into solo spaces and then try to get them to acknowledge a member you know they hate and regularly drag. What are you expecting to happen? JJKs actually not mentioning or paying attention to JM is literally the best case scenario. I absolutely wish they would never look at him or talk about him or post anything about him ever again. I literally don’t care if they think JK loves random solider #2 or Mingyu or an inanimate object more than he loves JM and neither should you. They are NEVER going to acknowledge Jikook’s friendship, so stop expecting them to. That is literally one of the least offensive things I’ve seen them do this week alone and it doesn’t actually hurt Jimin or JK, it’s just annoying.

100% make fun of them in your own spaces for being so lame and immature about Jikook enlisting together, they ARE super weird for hyping up this random friendship they suddenly invented (and yes I know they were likely doing it on purpose), it IS really frustrating and sad how dismissive so many people are about Jikook -- but I still don’t understand what some jkkrs were expecting. I sincerely hope that whenever the Jikook travel show drops they keep cropping them out and pretending they’re besties with random bartenders and camera men because the alternative is them dragging JM and JK and their entire bond nonstop. Solos are NEVER going to acknowledge their friendship and I wonder why some jkkrs seem to want them to so bad? You are CHOOSING to go into their spaces and be annoyed that these people who call JM slurs and animal names on the regular don’t want to acknowledge his friendship with JK - and some of you are literally antagonizing these people you KNOW have no morals over something like this.

This whole issue snowballed because so many people are bored and miserable right now and tkkrs especially are looking for a fight ever since Jikook enlisted together (or honestly probably since Tokyo). I see how jkkrs can make an innocent post and get jumped and tkkrs can say the most heinous shit about JM and jkk imaginable and get away with it -- but if you’re active online you should know how it is and learn to pick your battles if you actually care about the people you stan. There was no reason for JM or JK to get dragged over something like this.

Anyways this isn’t the end of the world or anything, but I did watch this whole unnecessary drama unfold and opened my twitter account this morning to see report accounts STILL trying to clean it up, so I wanted to rant a bit. I’m sure the Jikook show will unleash the most heinous discourse imaginable so I’m saving my energy for that. Obviously people can do whatever they want, and I’m not saying jkkrs shouldn’t rant or be upset about it in their own spaces, I was just surprised by some of the reactions. Jikook enlisting together makes it obvious to anyone with a brain how close they are, that’s why the people who hate them are being especially weird and petty and obnoxious. JJKs were writing about how JK tattooed ARMY on his knuckles because he knows ARMYs hurt him or whatever just the other day so idk why some jkkrs were expecting them to suddenly celebrate his friendship with JM who they literally hate more than anyone else.

#jikook #sorry to bring twitter discourse here #again 😣#but every now and then #i need a good rant #because i wasn't seeing enough people calling this out #and if it doesn't apply to you #it doesn't apply to you #i know it's not all or even most #but enough i wanted to make a point #discourse

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theoriginalkaminari · 5 months ago

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Nobara Kugisaki x Female!reader (with a cursed technique that can heal people with tears or kisses)

Warnings: swearing sorta and character death. Sorry guys.

Please do not repost or reblog

Nobara didn't know what to think if you at first.

For one, you were kind of annoying to her. You were always so...nice. So nice that you were a bit of a pushover, and you had bigger...assets...than her.

Eventually, however, she warmed up to you.

The two of you began to hang out more, such as going to the mall together, going to a nice cafe or restaurant, or hanging out in the dorm rooms.

Remember how I said you had bigger assets than her? Well whenever you have to bend over to pick something up, she's always on the look out for creeps who stare at you and won't hesitate to beat a bitch up.

So one day, she looked at you, and her heart skipped a beat. And then she panicked.

Nobara was a confident girl, but she wanted to be good enough for you. And some self doubt came into her life. She wore hairclips of your favorite color, and trained hard so she could impress you.

Everyone else knew she liked you, because she would always talk about you.

Nobara says things like: did you see how pretty she was today? And then Yuji will respond with: yeah, she was pretty today. And then Nobara will retort with: What? Don't you think she's pretty EVERYDAY? Well? Don't you? And then Yuji will get yelled at.

So eventually, Panda, Toge and Yuji hyped her up to ask you out! The even helped her write a love letter and everything.

So she waited until it was your favorite time of day, (what? She wanted it to be special) and approached you. Unfortunately for her, you were helping Megumi with some wounds with Shoko.

Nobara walked away, feeling disappointed her plan didn't work. But then again, she's not the type to give up like that. So she ran back in there, shoved Megumi away, gave you the letter and waited for your response.

You giggled at the end of the letter, your cheeks flushed a bit, and kisses her cheek softly.

Nobara makes sure EVERYONE knows you're her girlfriend.

Nobara will say things like: My girlfriend is the prettiest girl in the whole world. And then Yuji will agree with: Mhm. Yep. And then Nobara will retort with: Excuse me? Thats my girlfriend. Are you hitting on my girlfriend? And then Yuji will get yelled at.

Nobara buys your favorite things, and even lets you use her skincare things. Sometimes. If you give her a kiss after asking.

Oh, a pervert is staring at you? Nobara is there to kick their ass. A pervert is staring at her? Before she can do anything, you slap them, then take her hand and leave.

If Nobara gets hurt, you make sure to kiss it better. She doesn't like seeing you cry, after all. Nobara loves spending time with you.

One day, Nobara and the others had to go on a big misson. Except for you. They already had Shoko, and you weren't that good at your technique yet.

So there you were, hugging Nobara tightly as she kissed your face.

"Don't worry. I'm gonna come back soon. I just have to make sure everything's safe in Shibuya." She smiles softly and cups your cheek with her hand, caressing it gently.

"Please don't take long. Its weird when your not there." You say softly, not wanting to spend a night without your girlfriend.

Nobara smiles and kisses you gently. "Yeah, yeah." She says after she pulls away from the kiss. "Be safe here, okay?"

"Kugisaki! Lets go!" Maki calls for her. Nobara nods. "Coming!" She kisses you one last time. She holds it for a few seconds, then pulls away. "Love you." She says softly, making sure only you can hear it.

"I love you more." You smile softly.

"Hey! I loved you first!" Nobara grins mischievously and nudges you playfully.

Eventually, she had to go.

And she never came back.

#nobara kugisaki x reader #Nobara Kugisaki x female reader #Jujutsu kaisen #Lesbian #Jujutsu kaisen x reader #Nobara Kugisaki #shibuya incident

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hotteoki · 2 years ago

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skz as hogwarts students

warnings: like one swear word but lovingly

notes: i first got this idea when i saw felix wearing the striped green & silver jumper in 'felix never bad' skz codes, but for some reason it was seungmin literally fortune telling in 'skz academy' that gave me motivation??

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chan - gryffindor

chan is definitely a gryffindor, absolutely. he has a clear aura of a leader, as he is, and he's willing to take risks for skz and would do anything to protect them. he puts on a brave face, and doesn't cry or show negative emotions a lot, it’s a bit difficult to get him to open up. however, chan has clear morals and will not hesitate to stand his ground, even when it is not an ideal situation. e.g. remember when certain stays were nagging to him about his live glitching and stopping? he was clearly annoyed and was not afraid to mention it.

minho (민호) - slytherin

a slytherin. do i even need to elaborate. but for the sake of my need to have skz x harry potter content, i will elaborate. i did contemplate if he would suit a ravenclaw more, but his sharpness pulls me more to slytherin. at first glance, minho is a bit more reserved, not very open to others. when he gets comfortable, he has a playful side of him, chaotic but menacing. minho is ambitious, cunning and clever. just from his expression, you can always tell his plotting something, but it is unclear what it is... BUT, he's very resourceful, and will always help those in need.

changbin (창빈) - gryffindor

another gryffindor. he's strong, both physically (MHM 😖) and mentally. changbin's very calm and collected, but also has his loud moments, where his voice will bounce around the walls of the room and he just screams at the top of his lungs. he's quite daring, but also a HUGE softie. he can be very vulnerable, but only if you're willing to accept him, it doesn't happen often because changbin, like chan, puts on a bold face, which sometimes can be misinterpreted the wrong way, common gryffindor mistakes; but he just has a personality a natural leader, i mean his “eomma eomma ga” joke went VIRAL without him even trying.

hyunjin (현진) - ravenclaw

hyunjin’s a ravenclaw. it might sound weird, and he did seem like a slytherin to me at first, but hear me out. he has lots of wit, and creativity, obviously, considering he's an artist. he’s full of charisma and charm without even trying. hyunjin looks for success, he's intellectual, clever, and eccentric. he’s unique, known for his dramatic flair, and may sometimes be very a little judgy if others don’t read his expectations, but he’s a warm hearted soul who only wants the best for others, very ravenclaw attributes.

jisung (지성) - hufflepuff

hufflepuff and i take no criticism or objections. jisung is a literal walking bundle of joy. he brings so much happiness into life, and his extreme loyalty proves just how much of a hufflepuff he is. jisung’s very modest, perhaps to the point where it can be annoying how he never accepts compliments, but it’s endearing in a way that anyone would instantly forgive him. he wants only the best for everyone, and jisung will do everything he can to help them in every way he can.

felix (용복) - hufflepuff

the biggest fucking hufflepuff ever. the living embodiment of a hufflepuff. i will die on his hill. the literal sun himself has the sweetest, most caring, warm soul ever. felix is so loyal, and definitely a hard-worker. he’s such a gem, very modest, shy, cute, anything positive you can think of. take one look on bubble and you’ll see how many people love him, and there’s a reason for that: he’s so selfless, forgiving and honest. it just makes it impossible to hate him. felix may be a bit too trusting at times, and can be very stubborn, but that’s what makes him a true hufflepuff!

seungmin (승민) - slytherin

this one was a bit hard, and i nearly put him in ravenclaw at one point, but he just gives me slytherin vibes, you know? feel free to disagree cause honestly i disagree with myself. seungmin’s not a particularly open person, and he may say things a bit too coolly and some across as uncaring; but deep down, he’s such a genuine soul. he’s clever in a way that’s not academically intelligent, rather, it’s a sense of sneakiness, he’s always up to something, it’s all harmless fun though. he can be very persuasive because of his cunning, something only slytherins can achieve.

jeongin (정인) - hufflepuff

errrr… he feels like a slytherin to me as well though… it’s very rare to hear a slytherpuff, but i think jeongin can very much fit in that category. he’s normally a cute, sweet, baby bread person who’s the walking definition of soft and fluffy, such hufflepuff-y behaviour, and his immature stubbornness definitely pushes him further into that direction; but he’s very mischievous, jeongin’s very skilful in that area. still, i think his hufflepuff qualities overpower his small slytherin attributed though, you can have your opinion on that.

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sanjisblackasswife · 2 years ago

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If You're Smart You'd Read This:

I’m in my 20’s.

I write adult shit so children shouldn’t be interacting with me or my posts.

Blank pages /Ageless pages /Minors get blocked. Like 90% of the shit i post is not suitable for yall lmao.

Don’t ask me for tips/advice on anything such as art, your writing, anything. Google it. Thats what I did.

I speak my opinion. And if you don’t agree idc.

It’s very easy to be blocked by me. So don’t try out the theory of it.

YOU CANNOT BE ANONYMOUS WHEN REQUESTING ONLY NSFW If you want a nsfw request you have to unanon yourself so i can see ur age in ur bio.

Do not ask me super personal questions.

Do not ask me why I will or wont do something.

Do not be annoying and send long mf hcs in my ask. It’ll get deleted.

Do not try and keep having a whole convo w me in my ask (unless ur my mutual) esp. if u anon.

Speaking of Mutuals. I have mutual bias. So theres some things I let them do/say to me that my followers cant.

I will not write: Piss play, rape, incest, furry stuff, Alpha/Omega verse, pet play🧍🏾‍♀️ and will ABSOLUTELY NOT write anything blasphemous about God or other religions

Please only use my ask box for request or genuine questions

I don’t do emergency request

I do not write catgirl or catboy stuff or anything w furries ig (all humans only)

I will write for other fandoms besides One Piece! An example (but not limited to): Jujustu Kaisen, Naruto, Fire Force, Gangsta, etc

Speaking of One Piece my page does contain MAJOR spoilers (ill try to put warnings if i can)

I mostly write for POC/Black Fem Readers but it’s not limited most of the time. Any girl can read.

If you request something please give me time :( I can only write so much in a day.

I hate like 99% of ships people have made in all fandoms so please don’t tell me yours, and if you ask me opinions on them I will be brutally honest with it.

I do not tolerate any form of racism, bullying, or homophobia here. It’s annoying go away.

I also don’t gaf if you don’t agree with my HC…I just…bro go write em yourself I’m not writing these for you.

Please don’t trauma dump on me…just don’t I’m not a therapist.

If you want something specific BE SPECIFIC

I don’t really care for dark content(?) I’m not really sure what it is exactly it is (because I’m stupid) so if your request dark content lmk and if I feel uncomfortable with it ill decline lol

I will NOT Write NSFW for characters like Chopper, Brook, etc

I will NOT Write for demons like Sukuna or characters from Obey Me

If your share repost/blog my writing please give credit!

I really only write female x male NSFW. (I will however write fxf or mxm platonically) That’s just personal preference and what I feel best writing :) please respect that decision.

I don’t do character x character writing unless it’s canon (…or if it’s eren and Mikasa i—)

I do NOT age up characters for nsfw writing. If they’re not canonically already an adult or have a pre timeskip I’m not doing that. I’ll do SFW ones though!

I do have to right to not write for a character I just simply don’t like so don’t get mad if I don’t.

Remember: this is mf FAN FICTION writing. Just a bunch of ideas I have in my weird head so if u don’t like or agree with it dip.

I’ll keep this rule list updated (ill reblog when i update the list) when I can if new stuff comes up. I’m relatively new on here so bare with me :(

#rules #read it dammit

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atschoolunfortunetly · 2 years ago

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Sonic and Tails Wholesome Wednesday Four Repost because the entire fic didn't upload.

If you saw the first one, no you didn't. Here's the fic.

Sonic hated this.

Though, to be fair, who wouldn’t hate their body morphing against their will to become what one may describe as a monster.

His teeth felt uncomfortable in his mouth, his hands too big to do anything he wanted them to do, his ears picking up sounds he never would hear normally. He was taller as well, which threw him off with every step if the adrenaline of battle wasn't distracting him.

He let out a huff and rubbed his eyes. He was more exhausted during the days since at night his werehog form gave him an energy boost. Speaking of which, he has no idea what time it is. All he knows is that the moment the moon rises, he’ll go back to being a beast. He tapped his foot on the ground and leaned back into the chair he was sitting on.

A sudden knock and a creak from behind took him out of his thoughts.

“Hey,”

Sonic turned around to see Tails entering the room and Sonic gave him a smile.

“Hey, bro! What’s up?”

“Well, nothing really. Did you get any rest?”

“Me? Rest? Thinking you got the wrong hedgehog, buddy.”

“Soniccc, you know you need your energy-”

“Hey, I tried bud! All I got was antsy instead! Sitting around and trying to take a nap while the world is split apart doesn’t sit with me!”

“Sonic…”

Silence filled the room as Sonic and Tails managed to get themselves into a staring contest. Both stared the other down as they waited for the other to say something. However, before anyone could get the chance to utter a word, Sonic felt a familiar sensation and the purple light over his chest only confirmed the thought.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he felt his body morph around him. One might think it hurts but it doesn’t…well, the first time it did but that doesn’t count. Opening his eyes he stretched his legs out before looking back at Tails. Any inch of tiredness he felt became dull as energy pumped through him.

“...Does it hurt when that happens?”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Then why do you look so uncomfortable?”

Sonic grimaced. He knew Tails would find out eventually despite how well he tried to hide it. That doesn’t mean he won’t try to delay the inevitable.

“I wasn’t paying attention to the time to be honest. Caught me off guard is all.”

Tails raised an eyebrow and Sonic knew Tails knew that wasn’t the case.

“...Alright. Though what does it feel like to be, y’know, like that?”

Sonic let out a chuckle, “I’m going to be honest with you, it ain’t that fun. More annoying than anything.”

“Annoying?”

“Yep, annoying.”

“How is it annoying?”

Sonic clicked his tongue, “Well, for starters I can hear a lot of things I normally wouldn’t be able to.”

“Really?”

Tails walked over to where Sonic was and pulled over a chair, before sitting down with clear curiosity in his eyes. Sonic smiled at him before sitting up straighter.

“Yeah, and trust me, it isn’t as fun as one would think. When we’re outside I can hear people inside talking about things and let me tell ya, somethings are better left unheard.”

“Pff- sorry, sorry.”

“No! It’s okay! You can laugh! It’s just weird when you’re talking about something important and then I just hear ‘LINDA YOU ATE ALL THE OREOS!’”

Tails bursted out laughing and Sonic chuckled along with him.

“Oh god, how do you not laugh whenever you hear something like that?”

“My self-control is better than one may think!”

“Really? I find that hard to believe.”

Sonic rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue, earning another laugh from the fox.

He pulled his tongue back in and was forced to remember just how sharp his teeth were as a point decided to make itself known. He let out an unintentional yelp which made the fox blink in sudden surprise.

“Did you just bite your tongue?”

“Yyyep. Ow. Ow, ow, ow.”

“Are you okay?”

Sonic let out a hum and nodded despite the fact that he could taste blood in his mouth.

“You sure? I mean, I would know how bad pointy teeth hurt. I have them myself, ya know?”

“Hey, we hedgehogs have fangs to ya know!”

“Eh, not as sharp as mine.”

Sonic faked a dramatic gasp, “Wow, my entire species was just slandered. Can’t believe this. I trusted you, ya know?”

Tails simply stuck his tongue out and Sonic faked another gasp.

“Betrayal! Betrayal from my own brother! A sad, sad day indeed.”

Tails began to chuckle and Sonic joined him. Despite everything, Sonic no longer felt as bad as he did a few moments ago.

“So, anything else you deem annoying that isn’t accidental eavesdropping and biting your own tongue a lot?”

Sonic rolled his eyes before taking a look at his claws.

He simply raised his hands upward and sighed, “Well, these also suck.”

“...How do they suck?”

“Well, they’re really strong, and that’s cool and all until boom. Broken doorknob.”

Tails blinked a couple times before tilting his head with a smug smile, “So that’s what happened to Professor Pickle’s doorknob, isn’t it?”

Sonic sighed, “Yyyep. My bad.”

“I suppose you’re also the one who left ten dollars on his desk as well?”

“...”

“Thought so.”

“I’ll have you know that doorknob personally insulted me greatly.”

“Sure bro, sure.”

“It dissed not only me but you. I protected our honor. You’re welcome.”

“What will I ever do without you?”

Sonic shrugged and grinned, “You’d probably be doing something boring, like being in school.”

“Some people like school, Sonic.”

“Nerds?”

“Me.”

“Ah, so you’re a nerd.”

“No! I just like learning!”

“Sounds like a nerd activity to me!”

“...You suck.”

Sonic stuck his tongue out again and Tail gave him a smirk, “Careful! You might bite it again!”

“Shut up.”

“No, you started it by calling me a nerd so you shut up.”

“I didn’t start nothing, what are you talking about?”

“Wh- Yes you did!”

“No I didn’t.”

“Did too!”

“Nah, I don’t think I did.”

Tails let out a huff as Sonic gave him a smirk. The room fell into silence once again and Sonic was comfortable with that. He still doesn’t like this form, not at all, but talking to Tails did make some of it better.

“...Anything else?”

“One would think being tall is cool but everytime I switch to this form and I walk normally sometimes I end up dragging my feet and it creates this-” “Awful scratching sound because of the spikes. I noticed that too to be honest. I didn’t want to say anything because I thought it would be mean.”

“Exactly that. Plus with my enhanced hearing it sounds like it’s right next to my ears and everytime I do it I want to scream.”

“Maybe if we scream exactly when it happens we won’t have to hear it.”

“Brilliant. I am going to walk the streets and randomly scream my head off and scare everyone nearby.”

“Pff, imagine doing it while talking to someone! LIke Amy-""What about me?”

Sonic and Tails both whipped their heads back to see Amy standing right behind them. Her expression looked confused as Tails immediately covered his mouth to not laugh.

“Wow, when did you get in here?”

“I walked in when you guys were talking about screaming to cover something up.”

Tails was trying so hard not to laugh as Sonic just blinked in shock.

“We were talking about the annoying scraping sound my shoes make when I accidentally drag my feet.”

“Ah…have you tried covering the spikes?”

“How would he cover the spikes?” Tails asked.

“I don’t know.”

“I don’t think I can even if I wanted to,” Sonic spoke up, “Wouldn’t the spikes break through everything?”

“I mean we could grab a really thick piece of wood,” Tails suggested.

“Yeah, but I would need to wear it with my normal shoes as well since, y’know, my clothes for some reason change with my form.”

“How does that work?” Amy asked.

“I don’t know.”

Both Amy and Sonic turned to Tails who gave them a deadpanned look in response.

“Just because I am the smart one doesn’t mean I know how transforming into a werehog works.”

“Yeah, Amy. Don’t stereotype my brother as a know-it-all simply because he’s smart.”

“You looked towards him too?!?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Sonic, please stop gaslighting people,” Tails spoke, trying to hide a laugh.

“Gaslighting. We’re making up words now? Can’t believe I am in a room with delusional people,” Sonic spoke, also trying to not laugh and clearly failing.

All three eventually broke into laughter though as the room’s atmosphere lightened up significantly since Sonic was by himself.

Sonic felt better now. Werehog or not, with his friends by his side he’s happy.

#sonic #wholesome sonic and tails wednesday #sonic and tails #sonic the hedgehog #wstw #unbreakable bond #miles tails prower #amy rose #amy rose the hedgehog #sth #fanfic #headcannons #rambles

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ingravinoveritas · 1 year ago

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WOW AL does not miss a single thing! Good Omens 2 news date just came out and she’s already posting pictures of her promoting the show using a water bottle with the name on it. Also, GT. PLEASE PLEASE go look on her story RIGHT fucking now because she actually said that people have dmed her saying that she’s burning food on purpose for instagram content and she talks about it!! ALSO, radio silence from Anna for a while now and she decides to break the news with promo for Good Omens. I truly truly truly hope this isn’t some way relating to her being in the show. SO MUCH HAPPENING AMY PLEASE TALK ABOUT IT

Hi, Anons! I did indeed see all of the posts that you have mentioned, so yes, quite a lot going on today. I'm going to divide this response into two parts, first starting with the GO 2-themed Insta stories. Let's get the visuals up so we can discuss:

I know there's been some content over the past week or so that I haven't gotten to talk about--AL posting that terrible picture of her and Michael on May 1st barely an hour after Georgia had posted a new picture of David; a few days after that, Georgia posting a picture with Birdie and AL immediately following it with a picture of her and Mabli; and the weird pictures Georgia posted of David looking pissed off/annoyed after the RSC event--so I do apologize for falling behind a bit. But obviously this is all relevant to today's events, so here we go.

First of all, it seems pretty clear that these posts were planned and coordinated ahead of time. The water bottles, the sunglasses, even the striped shirts all seem deliberate and purposeful (one of my followers even suggested the black/white contrast may have been done to reflect Aziraphale vs. Crowley). The word "opportunistic" comes to mind, as well as marveling at (to quote @daziechane) AL telling people to stay hydrated "when she's the thirsty one."

But I think what you said is very interesting, Anon #2, in that Michael and David (and Ty/Peter) are not promoting the show, while Georgia and AL are. This certainly could speak to them not being it (which I hope is the case), as well as them showing off their 'consolation prizes,' so to speak. I particularly got that vibe from AL's post--a very "Look what I have that you don't" bragging sort of vibe, which I also usually get from her pictures with Michael--but mainly what it feels like to me is that Michael and David are busy having actual careers and don't need to constantly remind us how they feel about GO, whereas Georgia and AL are still trying to prove something.

It just feels desperate, and in AL's case, a bit stupid, as she didn't even mirror her camera when taking the picture, so the words on the bottle are backwards, and if this is meant to be PR/promotion, why wouldn't you be sure the writing is legible? Also, I'm not sure what Georgia is doing to the bottle, but I think we can safely say that David has less of a gag reflex than she does:

So, now let's go on to part 2 of this answer, which is regarding the videos Georgia posted about burning food. For those who haven't seen the video, you can watch it here:

I think it's worth noting that prior to the videos, she posted yet another picture of burnt food, so it seems as if the picture was just an excuse to post the subsequent videos.

I'm glad to know that other people have been calling her out for this, though. And the excuses she gave in the video seemed like exactly that--excuses for the fact that she is self-involved and can't be bothered to check on the food she is cooking. It also seems incredibly hypocritical to me that Georgia has previously reposted an Insta story about the cost of living crisis in the UK and the absurdity of spending money on the Coronation while people are going hungry, while having no problem wasting food herself.

Ultimately, my takeaway from the videos is that Georgia has and will continue to do whatever she has to for the sake of content, regardless of how hypocritical or tone deaf it comes across. But it seems clear that others have noticed what we all have, and I'm hoping that the willingness of folks to call her out will maybe--maybe--make her think twice before posting such content again. I'm not entirely hopeful, but, well...you never know.

As for Georgia/AL having Tumblr and seeing what we say, I honestly am not sure, though I tend to doubt it. My guess is that people are calling Georgia out on Instagram, where she can readily see it, and that's what spurred this response. (I'm 94% sure though that Michael did visit my blog once like four years ago when he was still heavily into the fandom, and that he sent me this Anon in response to a het fic I wrote about him.)

But Georgia and AL would have us believe they're too busy/too important to be caring what fans say, so if for some reason they have nothing better to do than wander over to Tumblr to read what people are saying, my take is that none of us can control what they do--we can only control what we do. And I'm not going to alter my blog or the honest conversations I try to facilitate on it just on the minuscule off-chance that one of them might be lurking.

So those are my thoughts on the events of today. Notable developments all, yet none of them hold a candle to the news of the GO 2 release date, and the wonderful new promo poster. It'll certainly be interesting to see where things go from here on out...

#anonymous #reply post #good omens #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #georgia tennant #'there's wine in mine' because the press tour is impending #and soon the media will be back to shipping Michael and David #and not paying attention to her #at least she didn't use the 'CookingWithGeorgia' hashtag today #sigh #anna lundberg #discourse

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notsoinnocentlittleangel · 7 months ago

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Knowing Your Partner Can Make Writing Together Easier!

repost-y, no reblog-y

Name? Unknown

Pronouns? I'm male, guess.

Communication Preference? I have a Discord, but I've only ever seen one other person using it in at least 5 years, so IMs here.

Muses’ Names? Joanna is the only one here. I have other blogs, though. Links are on the pinned post somewhere.

Best Experience? I don't know if I can say one best experience. I did get more excited in the early days when things started taking off, and it's nice when people seem interested, though I'm not one to get overly excited and do that weird thing where people type a bunch of random letters in the tags or things like that.

Pet Peeves? I'm more easily annoyed than I should be but try to keep it to myself if it's not something very important. Very much formatting will always bug me. I'm not wasting time trying to read something because you thought it looked "cute" or whatever.

Muse Preferences? Is this meant to be ones I write? That's how I'm taking it. I have a tendency to write characters who are a little morally ambiguous, who had rough childhoods, usually have good fighting skills (Joanna is the rare exception). And for some reason, most character ideas I have are female.

Plotting or Winging It? I usually wing it, because I've had very little success plotting with others, though there have been a few times in recent memory it worked out. I'd like to do more, though a part of me likes the surprises that come from making it up as we go, too. Because of that, even in the rare plotted RP, I like there to be a bit of surprise.

Long or Short Replies? Mid-length. I usually prefer something more than a sentence but not multiple paragraphs, though it depends on the RP. Very action-heavy RPs often need shorter responses. But mostly, I just want the length to tell what's needed less than hitting any specific length. If you can write it out in three sentences, go with that, if it takes 12, write that.

Best Time To Write? I usually write at night, though I wonder sometimes if I'd do better writing in the morning. I have a lot of good ideas when I first wake up.

Are You Like Your Muse? Joanna and I have a few things in common, but overall, I wouldn't say so. She's much more emotional, reactive, wild and willing to bend rules than me. We share an interest in racing, like some of the same music and food (though she likes a wider variety than me), and have similar outlooks on some things about life and family relationships.

Tagged by: @reevezs

Tagging: All who read this must do it. I have decreed it, it is decreed.

#OOC

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newwwwusername · 1 year ago

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Ride the Cyclone - Noel & Saint Cassian Chamber Choir - Cleft Awareness Month Prompt 11 : Wonder

Prompt : Character A has a cleft lip (palate is optional) and is annoyed because a few people have told them to watch the movie "Wonder". They finally cave and watch it with Character B. Their thoughts, reactions, feelings, etc. are entirely up to the author Headcanons : Noel has a cleft lip and palate, Autistic!Jane (if you REALLY squint)

oceanoconnellrosenberg : Noel.

moniquegibeau : oh god what now

oceanoconnellrosenberg : So, I was 'surfing the web', as you guys say.

moniquegibeau : ew

oceanoconnellrosenberg : And I wound up on a subreddit for people with cleft lip and palate. You know, like you.

moniquegibeau : im going to jump off a bridge

bad_egg : hoo let this grl on reddit ?

oceanoconnellrosenberg : And someone mentioned a movie called 'Wonder'.

space._.jesus : Oh, that's the movie about the little boy with Treacher Collins. My parents were really excited about it and brought me to go see it cause they thought it would be relatable or something

pennylamb : Did it work?

space._.jesus : Not really. The kid was annoying

oceanoconnellrosenberg : ANYWAYS, like Ricky said, it's about a kid with Treacher Collins, which isn't the same thing as a cleft lip, of course, BUT I still think you should watch it, Noel. You might feel seen!

moniquegibeau : nope

thenicestgirlintown : Maybe you should give it a try

moniquegibeau : dont encourage her!

oceanoconnellrosenberg : Daveed Diggs was in it. Is that an incentive?

moniquegibeau : ...fine

moniquegibeau : but im pirating it idgaf

Two hours later...

moniquegibeau : i finished the movie

bad_egg : holy shit he actlly watched it !

oceanoconnellrosenberg : So, what did you think?

moniquegibeau : well, for one, congrats @space._.jesus you were right. the kid was insufferable

space._.jesus : Why was I pinged?

space._.jesus : Oh

moniquegibeau : honestly it made certain parts of the film really annoying. he was very whiney- i know he's an actual child but still

moniquegibeau : the sister's storyline was cool, i guess. i almost felt more connected to her, even if her being embarrassed over auggie was, like, icky or whatever

moniquegibeau : idk

moniquegibeau : it was fine but i dont see why it was so important for me to see it

oceanoconnellrosenberg : Oh...

bad_egg : they r not alwas gonna be winners, orphan

thenicestgirlintown : But you meant well, and that's all that matters!

space._.jesus : Idk I think that was a little weird. Noel doesn't revolve much of his identity around his cleft

moniquegibeau : right

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pennylamb : When is choir practice tomorrow?

Do not repost on other sites! If you want to participate in this month's challenge, there are 31 cleft-centered prompts that you can find here

#fanfiction #fanfic #fanfic challenge #fanfic prompts #prompts #ride the cyclone #rtc musical #rtc #noel gruber #cleft awareness month #cleft lip and palate #cleft palate #cleft lip #wonder #wonder 2017 #texting fic #group chat

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clearwillow · 2 years ago

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Hi dear!💕

#11-13 please☺️

Hi @heynikkiyousofine! 💕

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

I'm having a dumb so I don't know if this means my own fics or someone else's so I'm covering my butt and doing both 😅

Nailed It | Tracing Happy Trails | Making Waves

Sachi | This Home I Built Has Space For You | They Say Fortune Is A Wheel

12. how does receiving or not receiving feedback/support impact you?

Uh... oh wow ok. I'm gonna be honest, when I get feedback or support, it makes me happy. You have to understand, I'm insanely shy, and I can't be one of those people that go out of their way to ask for feedback. (early 2000s fic people know; there were legit fics where they wouldn't post the next chapter until they had X number of reviews) So when I get a comment anywhere, I'm basically "oh my god you found it!" cause I'm...real bad about reposting that I've put up something. I have to remind myself "oh you need to post a story/you need to reblog for later".

The downside to being this way is that if I don't reshare that I posted a thing, it's even less likely to get a response, because I don't know that anyone saw it the first time. The internet's weird about that now, and despite it feeling larger, fandoms can also make it feel smaller when you see the same things getting shared and it tends to push down everything else. So when I have to remind myself to reshare a thing at a later time, I'm hit with "oh god I'm being annoying I'm not trying to come off as conceited or anything I just really suck at timing posts".

I think part of whether I get feedback or not comes down to me putting myself out there, and that's hard even now (I've been posting work online since the early 2000s and somehow the feeling's gotten worse lol). When I get a response, it generally makes me happy that someone enjoyed it enough to comment. When I don't, I think it got pushed to the back, when really it's probably that there was nothing to say.

13. what’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

Is it a writing tip to just write? Way back when I didn't give as much attention to my writing, but when I did I was slammed with the need for it to be "perfect" that I would sabotage myself because if the first draft wasn't perfect than it wasn't going to exist at all. (also me side-eying my own fics that still have typos after editing/posting) I've gotten better about writing to get it out to edit and polish later, but sometimes I'll look at a draft and just...

Sometimes it's easier to blitz down an idea than others 🤣

Get to know your fic writer asks

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coolgirl32 · 5 months ago

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Sister hc with Jacqulyn and Pamela isley

How do they spend time together.

They go on a girl's day out it's a little tradition they do every once a year in spring they love doing this little tradition of theirs they go out to eat lunch talk about what they did today or what they did throughout the past few weeks and it's a way for them to spend time together as sisters.

Daring and after arguments.

Oh boy well it depends on what they would be arguing about if it's about poison ivy being a villain and doing something she shouldn't then they would both argue about it but if it's about one of Jacqulyn's lovers then they would argue about that too, sometimes when they do get into arguments or fights they would say something to each other that they would regret later on and just get away from each other by either going to separate rooms or just going somewhere else separately and cooling off, after they had their arguments and they cooled off, they both have conversation they talk and then they make up siblings will always fight each other but they always make up at the end and that's normal for siblings and sisters to have arguments and then afterwards have a laugh and make up.

Do they know about each other's secret identities.

Yes they both know about each other's secret identities Pam found out that her sister was nightmare, from the moment her little sister was born, Jacqulyn always had these wonderful yet weird superpowers and Pam has always been there for her little sister even through the hardest times so it's natural for Pam to know her little sister's secret identity, Jacqulyn new Pamela was poison ivy because of the accident pam went through and because Pamela is an activist and Jacqulyn love that about her sister she really does but it can get a bit annoying sometimes because it affects Jacqulyn's work in superhero wise and normal wise.

What do they call each other when they're both annoyed/angry with each other.

For Jacqulyn when she gets annoyed/angry with Pam

Pamela, Poison ivy, red head, old hag, Lillian, bitch

For Pamela when she gets annoyed / angry with Jacqulyn

Jac, cunt, little monster, nightmare, Samantha,.

What do they call each other secretly

For Jacqulyn when it's just her and her sister Pamela

Pam, big sis, ivy,

For Pamela when it's just her and her sister Jacqulyn

jacrabbit, little sis, rosebud,

What music do they like to listen to.

Jacqulyn

Country, rock and roll, classical, pop, tango, hip Hop, and popular songs, sometimes she would even listen to sad songs when she's depressed, '70s, '50s, 60s, '90s, and 2000s.

Pamela

Classical, villain music, K-pop, hip Hop, Disco, '90s, '80s, 2010s, country, she's okay with any type of music but she likes her own type,

I hope you all enjoyed this don't forget to request what you all want me to write next and please do not repost or copyright without my full permission or anyone's permission and do not translate without my permission also so have a good day everybody

#poison ivy #pamela isley #dcamu x my oc jacqulyn aka nightmare #dcamu #dcamu x fem reader

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peanut-in-the-goal · 4 years ago

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Uhm thing I wrote when I was 11? or 12. I think 12? Either way it’s utter shit but my friends for whatever reason have confidence in me and want me to post it? sooo... here?

Also trigger warning Child Abuse!

Sirius comes from the Noble and Ancient House of Black. Everybody knows that, it was no secret.

What they don't know is how far Orion and Walburga Black would go to try and mold their heirs to be everything they wanted, to be "perfect". How far they would go to hold up their reputation. They know all about the Black's reputation of being pure and they knew that their standards were strict.

What they didn't know was the pain they inflicted on their eldest son because he didn't want them to know. He doesn't want everyone else to know that he goes to hell and back every time he goes home. Not about the fact he's been hit, starved, or forgotten.

Not that he's been locked away in a basement for most of his life before Hogwarts. Not that his parents insult him, and curse him and hex him.

No, he can't tell. He can't tell because they'll kill him. He learned long ago that he shouldn't take his father’s threats lightly. He knew that Oriion Black didn't make empty threats.

But that wasn't the only reason he couldn't tell, wouldn’t tell. He wouldn't tell because he couldn't let other people see he was weak. Sirius couldn't let them realize that he let his parents do this. That he couldn't fight them.

He couldn't let them think he was weak. He couldn't tell anyone, not even James. He knew he wouldn't understand of all people. He had the perfect family. A loving one. Secretly Sirius envied him, but he could never tell. It would give him the attention he didn't want. Then they would come too close to discovering his secret. He wasn't about to let that happen.

At Kings Cross

"James!" Peter had been waiting for five minutes for his friends to come. It wasn't long, but he was so relieved when he saw one of his fellow marauders.

"Hey Pete, how was your summer?" James walked up and gave him a brotherly hug.

"Fine, I went to Spain. Honestly, it was pretty boring but cool. How about you? How was your summer?" Peter adored James. He followed him everywhere. Peter looked up at James. He had it all in Peters’s eyes. So he couldn't wait to hear what crazy adventures he got into over summer, so he was pretty disappointed when James said this.

"I didn't go anywhere really. I mostly stayed in my room doing homework." He left out the fact that he also wrote to Sirius multiple times, but never got a letter back. James worried about him, he knew he didn't have the best home life, but he didn't know the extent of it. He knew Sirius was keeping stuff from him. James was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts when he heard Peter call Remus' name.

"REMUS!" He yelled excitedly. James followed Peters’s gaze and saw the sandy-haired boy walking through the crowd making his way over to the two.

"Hey Moony," James greeted.

"Hey Pete, James, you guys have okay summers?" He asked. Remus was always so kind towards everyone. James couldn't see how he found a certain light in everyone, well almost everyone. There were a few Slytherins he still didn't like. Sometimes it hurt the other Marauders that him being who he was, and so kind to everyone, to have this life forced onto him. Being a werewolf that is.

James and Peter quickly filled him in on their summers, and Remus went over his. All he did that summer was stay home and read. There was no surprise there, Remus never went anywhere without a book on him. James looked around the station, still obviously worried about Sirius.

"Hey, have you guys seen Padfoot yet?" James asked, running his hand through his hair. It was something he picked up from his dad when he was stressed.

"Not yet, he better come soon though, we'll have to be leaving soon," Peter chimed. They all looked around trying to find their friend when, as if on cue he came walking through the barrier. Regulus and his mother in front, and Sirius and his father behind him. Orion Black had a vice grip on Sirius' upper arm. Sirius winced when Orion tightened his grip when the rest of The Marauders waved at him. Orion dragged Sirius over to where his mother and Regulus were talking to other Slytherin parents. Sirius looked bad, worse than usual. He had a huge bruise and cut through it on his left cheek, and he had a bad gash over his left eye. He had bruises of hand marks on his wrists and his shoulder from his father gripping him too tight while beating him. And that was just what was visible, he had far worse injuries under his jeans and tee- shirt. He had bags under his eyes from exhaustion. It was obvious he wasn't sleeping well.

The three Marauders took in the sight of their friend staring at him with concern and worry. They had never seen him with actual marks on his skin. He assumed his parents just yelled at him, now they weren't so sure. Sirius caught their eyes and saw they were worried. That was the last thing he wanted, he didn't like people worrying for him, he could care for himself thank you very much. He caught their attention and gave them a weak smile. The three boys gave forced smiles back, not reaching their eyes. They were still worried about their friend.

Orion and Walburga saw him smile at them, and in one swift movement, Orion had slammed Sirius into the wall, grabbing his other arm in a tight grip as well. Sirius let out a yelp of pain as he felt his knees buckling under him. He would not give in. He wouldn't let his parents win. Orion leaned down to Sirius’s ear and whispered something that made Sirius go pale.

"You're a filthy piece of scum, you know that? You are a worthless, pathetic, waste of space. If we hear or see you with those blood trailing, half-blood friends of yours, there will be hell to pay. Understand? So help me, if I hear you are with them, I will personally march up to that school and make sure they won't go near you. I can make your life a living hell at home and at that school. Do you understand, you are not to be socializing with them. Or else it won't be just you getting hurt this time around." Sirius nodded frantically. He could not let everyone else see him scared. Especially not of his father. And he would not let him hurt his friends. He was sure of it. "Answer me when I talk to you, you disgrace." He let a strong blow collide with Sirius' jaw. He felt his jaw shatter against the blow, but he wouldn't scream, nevertheless cry. Not in front of everyone. "Do you understand?" He asked again, gripping him tighter and pushing him harder against the wall.

"Yes, sir." Sirius gasped. It hurt so much to talk and move his jaw. he was praying for his friends weren't watching, but he decided to risk a glance to make sure. He looked sideways, and to his dismay, he saw three faces full of fear and worry looking back at him. He also noticed four very angry parents striding their way through the crowd towards them. Orion saw him look and towered over him.

"What did I just say to you, you insolent little filth?!?" He yelled. "Did I not just tell you that you will not be socializing with people like them." He gave another hard blow, but this time to Sirius' ribs. Sirius let out a gasp of pain as he felt his ribs crumple.

"They are not filth," Sirius whispered. He was in so much pain that's all he had the strength to do.

"What was that?" Orion spat.

"My friends are not filth. You are," Sirius said again, a pure look of hatred on his face as he glared up at his father. "They've treated me better in two years than you ever have. They are my real family, not you. You're the piece of filth." Sirius' jaw hurt so bad, he couldn't say anything else. He was in too much pain, he didn't have the energy.

"YOU LITTLE BRAT! HOW DARE YOU! SIRIUS BLACK YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO THIS FAMILY, YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO THE WIZARDING WORLD ENTIRELY. HOW DARE YOU BRING SHAME TO THIS FAMILY, TO ME. YOU-" Orion backhanded Sirius, and he just looked up at him with pure hatred. Worrying his lip between his teeth to keep from yelling out in pain.

"BLACK!" Mr. and Mrs. Potter and Lupin came striding up to the two faces red with anger. "Let him go," Mr. Potter said sternly, placing a hand on Orion's shoulder.

"Don't tell me what to do with my son." he spat out at them. He kept his right hand tightly gripped to Sirius' shoulder, the other moved up and grabbed his hair. Sirius grimaced in pain but didn't say anything. He knew it would make it worse.

"You're hurting him, let him go," Mrs. Lupin said. Orion let out a deep, bloodcurdling chuckle. This sent fear through Sirius, even more than there had been before.

"Look at that, even they think your weak Sirius. Maybe they're smarter than I thought." Orion looked at his son, knowing he hit a nerve. "You pathetic, weak, so very weak, little boy. Your nothing without this family, nothing. You understand that. All you are is weak, and a coward. You are so unlovable, Sirius Black. You understand that no one loves you now, and no one ever will." Sirius felt his heart drop into his stomach. Orion and Walburga saw the hurt expression cross over his face and Walburga let out a cold evil laugh.

"He is right. You know that don't you. You’re just as worthless as you made out to be. And don't even try to deny it, you know it's true. You know that you're lying to everyone. Including yourself. You know no one loves you, yet you still hope. Oh, hope can only get you so far. Even your friends hate you, they're just using you. You just kidding yourself and you know it. You know your nothing. Nothing special, nothing different, nothing good. All you are is a worthless child. And you know this, don't you?" Sirius' eyes were downcast. An expression of hurt worn upon his face. Walburga Black had a sneer going across her face, looking down at her child.

"Yes, Ma'am." It took everything Sirius had to not just breakdown right then and there. He was not going to let his friends see him cry, and not his parents either. Regulus stepped away from his friends and whispered to Sirius,

"They’re right you know. Both of them. You're just a weak, pathetic, coward. This is all your fault. If you just learned to shut your damn mouth, this wouldn't happen. You wouldn't be beaten and humiliated. Your even dumber than you looked." Regulus sneered at him. Sirius' head snapped up and looked at his brother in disbelief. He would take this kind of crap from his parents, not his little brother.

"And what would you know, Reg? Your mommy's perfect little boy who does no wrong. If anything you’re the coward. You're the one who's too much of a wuss to think for yourself. To do anything without the permission of Mother and Father. Sod off." Sirius glared at him with pure hatred in his eyes. He could hear the Potters and Lupins arguing with his parents but all he could think about was the pain and their words. He tuned them out completely, thinking about how he would tell his friends. What would they say? He couldn't let them know how long this was going on. His father still had a tight grip on his arm and his hair, holding him against the wall. He felt him loosen his grip a tiny bit around his arm. His father leaned in with another deep, bloodcurdling chuckle, shaking them to the bone. His mouth was next to Sirius' ear, speaking so just him could hear.

"You stupid little boy, this isn't over. Far from it. When you come home for Christmas, and so help me, you will come home. You will be learning your place in this family."

"What if I don't come home. I don't want to be there and you don't want me there. What if I stay at Hogwarts?" Sirius was not coming home. He didn't want to. Just to be neglected and starved when he could be at Hogwarts or the Potters instead. He didn't care about the pain at this point. He did not want to go home, just to let his parents win?

"Sirius Black you will be coming home. You will not escape punishment. You may be a coward, but I am not. So help me, if you do not come home I will march up to that school and will put on a little show. For everyone to see. Let all your little friends see how weak and stupid you are. Let them see that you getting hurt because of them. All those dumb kids that worship you like some leader or whatnot. They'll see how wrong they are. How worthless and pathetic you are. Is that what you want? To be known as the unlovable Gryffindor that can't even stand up to his own parents? I am not afraid to do this. Do you understand, you will be coming home."

Sirius felt his knees giving out under him. Feeling his stomach drop, staring back at the ground. He knew his friends were still watching him, and the Lupins and Potters were still trying to get his father off him. There was no use. He knew whatever they did would just make it worse.

"Yes Father," he whispered.

"Good." And just like that Sirius was on the ground watching his family's retreating backs. Unconsciousness was tempting right now and he could feel everything going black. But he knew he couldn't do that. Not here in front of everyone, he had to get up. But sleep sounded so good too. And he was in so much pain... Everything was already sounding so distant. He could feel the blood running down his face from where he hit his head when he fell. He heard someone calling out his name as the darkness started to take over. Maybe if he just gave in for a while it would all go away. The pain would stop...

He knew it would work he thought that before. Passing out wouldn't be any good. He tried that before at home. He figures he better make it onto the train first.

Slowly after what felt like forever, he started to lift himself off the floor. He knew he was bleeding and he could feel his ribs aching badly when he tried to move.

"Sirius, mate, Siri. Stay with me mate, c'mon." Sirius felt two sets of hands lift him by his arms. He raised his head and recognized the voice of his best mate James Potter.

"Hey Jaime, nice summer?" Sirius tried to smile but grimaced as he tried to move his jaw. By now everyone in the station was looking at him. James just gawked at him. This kid just got beat up by his father, who knows how long this was going on. He was hurting and he asked his friend how his summer was. He opened his mouth to say something when Remus stepped in.

"Are you bloody mental? Sirius, you just got beat by your dad and you’re going to act like nothing. Sirius, what the hell? You're going to talk and you’re going to talk now." Sirius flinched away and stepped back from Remus a bit. He looked at everyone else. They were either staring at the normally silent and kind boy with confused expressions or we’re staring at Sirius like they were backing Remus up. Sirius was holding onto James who was helping support him staring at Remus with wide eyes. In his head, he started panicking. He hadn't come up with a story or excuse yet. He didn't know he would be needing one. He could say that it was the first time his dad hit him, but that wouldn't explain why he had bruises before. It also wouldn't explain why he was cowering from his parents either. They must have realized he was panicking because it started getting kind of hard to breathe and Remus' face immediately softened.

"Siri? Hey, it’s okay." Remus pulled him into a brotherly embrace and waited into Sirius’s breath evened out. Remus looked down at him (because he was taller) and whispered. "We need to talk. Either me and you, all of us, or even if you just talk to James, either way, you’re going to talk to one of us, okay?" Sirius slowly nodded and stepped back.

"Guys we're going to miss the train!" They turned and saw they had 2 minutes until the train left. They rushed goodbyes and started off to the train, James helping Sirius, Mr.Potter following behind with his trunk. They got on the train and headed to the end of the train. Mr.Potter gave Remus Sirius' trunk which he had charmed to be feather-light so it would be easier for Sirius to carry when he got to school. They managed to find an empty compartment near the end of the train and barely got in before the train started moving. James sat down next to the window, Peter sat next to him, Sirius sat across at the other window seat and Remus sat next to him.

Sirius sat with his knees brought up to his chest and his arms around them. He stared out the window with his forehead resting against the cool surface avoiding his friend’s gazes. He knew they were all looking at him, waiting for him to talk. But he didn't want to. Not until he could make up a story for them to understand. And not until he was more comfortable with the events of this summer. It wasn't unusual for Sirius to be yelled at and occasionally hit. This summer was worse. Far worse. He was still verbally abused but the physical abuse was worse. This time it wasn't one hit and sent to his room. This summer was him eating once a day if he was lucky, and being beat nearly every other night. Then he had been sent to his room and forgotten about. The neglect was worse than normal. Way worse. The only person who would sometimes pay any attention to him, besides when he was being screamed at or beat, was his little brother Regulus. When he would sometimes ask if he was okay or sneak him food occasionally. It would have been way too risky for Sirius to leave his room when his father might see him. Sirius put his head in his knees and rocked himself slightly.

The other three boys exchanged worried glances with each other having a silent conversation. Remus shifted towards Sirius and carefully put an arm around him. He felt him tense at the touch but didn't comment. Neither said anything to each other. Remus just rubbed circles into his back until Sirius relaxed. He slumped into Remus a little but still said nothing. He didn't even lookup. He didn't need to, to know that it was Remus. It was silent in the compartment before Jame cut the tension.

"Sirius we need to talk," he said cautiously. Sirius merely just shook his head no, still not looking up to meet any of their faces.

"Pads, come on. We need to talk about this." Remus nudged him with his arm trying to get him to sit up. Slowly Sirius lifted his head and looked at his friends. He took in each of their expressions, reading them carefully. Peter was staring at the ground avoiding everyone’s gaze, James, his best mate, was staring at him with a hint of anger in his eye but concern displayed over his face. And Remus just sat there, staring and Sirius with his arm still wrapped around him, expression unreadable. Sirius hated he could do that. Always have a blank face so they would never be able to see what he was feeling.

"About what?" He asked. He knew what but wanted to stall for as long as he could.

"You know what! You come back to school covered in bruises and bloodied up Your dad just beat the hell out of you! What's going on Siri? Talk to us, or me at least. I'm your best mate. We're worried about you. You never write, you never visit, you claim to be busy every time we try to invite you over. Can you just tell us what's going on? Please?" James jumped in, half yelling, half concerned.

Sirius looked at him thinking of what to say. He couldn't think of a good enough excuse for them, plus they already knew the just of what was going on anyway. Still, he didn’t want to tell them, he didn’t want the pity and the annoyance that he would see in their faces. It didn't matter what he told them, they'd still know the truth, and wouldn't believe him. So he stuck with to his script engraved into his memory.

"I'm not supposed to talk about family business with anyone other than the family." He muttered, looking down again.

#gg writes #GG writes shitty stuff #reposting because I did something weird to the other one and it was annoying me

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violettelueur · 4 years ago

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— ITADORI YUJI + FUSHIGURO MEGUMI + GOJO SATORU + INUMAKI TOGE || TEXTING THEM THAT YOU ARE GETTING HIT ON

↳ featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + gojo satoru + inumaki toge from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : swearing + grammar issues

↳ form : headcanons

↳ published : 08 april

↳ pronouns : non specified in headcanon

↳ request : My ask got eaten :( So I'm requesting again! Can I get megumi, yuuji, gojo, and inumaki reacting to their s/o texting them they're getting hit on? As in they're in a grocery store or mall but just away from each other? Thanks! Love you!

↳ barista’s notes : so...i decided to add a man and his cat in my wishlist on amazon, so thank you to the anon that told me about that manga and the other suggestions are on my reading list - i also ordered komi can’t communicate since my cousin told to me read it...so i am going to give it a go...by spending my money on volume one ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ but yeah, i am still thinking about going to central london to get more manga because i am an impatient barista (don’t worry, i am not breaking covid rules since everything will be open on the 12 april by government guldelines) moving on from that, i hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee and please come again soon ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆

When you and Itadori go shopping together, he is the type to go somewhere randomly without telling you because he got distracted by the sweet section of the store.

So overall, you do lose your boyfriend from time to time because of his habit of his - it’s adorable because he has a cute smile on his face when you find him, but you do get a little annoyed when he does it.

So when he went on his own trip, you decided that it was the best time to do a little prank since you just needed him to come to you - also, you weren’t bothered to go find him.

So when you text him that you are getting hit on, Itadori will reply to you with an emoji like this 🤔 or a text saying “Eh? Where are you, babe?”

When you reply to him, he won’t text you back at all because, after one second of you texting him back, he is already behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist and his chin hooked on your shoulder - scaring you slightly.

Itadori will look around from side to side before asking you if you are okay because he thought he had missed the person before he came - which is lowkey impossible because this guy can run a while 10 laps in 3 minutes.

Like he would be like ʕ·ᴥ·　ʔ ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ ʕ　·ᴥ·ʔ - where is this bitch?

When you giggle and tell him that it’s a small prank, he will pout at you before calling you a ‘little meanie’ because you are - like why would you do that to your poor axolotl of a boyfriend? Like that is so mean Y/N…

Give him a few kisses on his face and he will

Of course, after his little whining session, he will show you all the snacks he has picked up for your movie date and how he wanted to pick up more...before you decided to pull that little stunt on him.

So your wallet better be ready for the sweet treats he is going to purchase - sorcerers get paid a lot so….

It’s rare that you and Fushiguro ever get separated during a little grocery shopping trip since he seems like a well-organised person.

What I mean by that is that he will have a shopping list on his phone or one he wrote out before you guys went out - since he just wants the process to be easy and quick.

However, there are times when he does have to separate from you because he missed something from the list - he is perfect with some imperfections.

So during this lovely rare time of him disappearing, you being the wonderful person decided to do the little prank that you have been seeing on TikTok - because you know Fushiguro doesn’t have that app.

So after waiting a few minutes, you decided to message your boyfriend that you are getting hit on by some random stranger.

You know he is coming to find you when you just see the ‘read’ below your text message - he does reply to your message but there are times where you just see that annoying ‘read’

After a few more minutes, you notice a feeling of a hand on your lower back and Fushiguro next to you, who is giving a glare to the side of the aisle that you are in - the poor innocent customer that is a victim to it.

He will ask if you are okay in a softer tone (because you bring out that side of him) and when you tell him you were just playing a little prank on him...he will give you a fed-up look.

However, he would also hide his face in the crook of your neck because he is really shy about how he rushed over to you to make sure you are okay - only for you to play with him.

“Did Gojo put you up to this?”

Yeah, he is annoyed at you but he is happy that you are okay - just let him hold you if he wants to because he deserves to.

SO...when you and Gojo are grocery shopping together, he is the type that will drag you around everywhere, especially somewhere in the bakery section.

Just know there are also times when Gojo will go on a little detour on his own like Itadori - because you are adamant to get the food that you need.

However, what gets annoying is when Gojo gets hit on by other people in the store when you are in front of him - like hello?

So imagine when he isn’t around you…

In the case of that, you decided to have a little payback with him and let him know how it feels, now from his perspective.

When you inform him that you are getting hit on by someone, just know you don’t need to close your phone because he will text you immediately - like within a second.

“Excuse me 😀 send the location honey~”

So when you do tell him where you are located, he will run to where you are with something that he found in one section as a weapon - maybe like a large leek or a cucumber (yes, it does weird people out)

When he finds you and doesn’t see the ‘person’ that was flirting with you, he will immediately ask you for their location - with the little glasses tilt and everything.

When you told him that it was a lie, the seriousness in his face just drops and now he has a huge pout and goes all whiny with you like “honey~ whyyy would you do that to me? Do you know how much I was worried about some random creep talking to you, and you do this to your handsome husband?” - dude...you ain’t even married yet.

He will now cling on to you like a koala, whining how mean you are and how much he is hurt by your actions - so if you suffocate him with affection, he will slowly quickly forgive you.

First I need to point out, texting Inumaki is the most amazing thing on this Earth because he can say what he wants to say - memes, gifs and everything.

Going back to the headcanon, when you and Inumaki go grocery shopping together, it’s basically a little date and the most random visit to the store because you both got nothing planned - probably Maki forced you to go, so you can prepare the hotpot that everyone was planning for.

So when you both decided it was best to split up the ingredients on the shopping list and split up to get the job done quicker, that’s when you get the idea since it was the perfect opportunity.

When you are about done with your side of the shopping, you decided to put your little prank into action - and it’s perfect for you as a couple because you both probably have a prank war going on with each other.

So when you text him that you were getting hit on, Inumaki will send you a whole gif as a response... there is no question about it.

You will probably laugh at it before he comes running in from the side - he is also the type that will slide off to the side before coming back into view as he runs towards you.

“Tuna, tuna?” - I’m laughing as I am typing this.

He is also the type to grab your arms and shake you lightly when you don’t answer quick enough (for him) - he is just worried.

When you laugh and tell him that it’s just a prank, Inumaki will give you a little look - like it is a mix of surprised and just ʕ – ᴥ – ʔ

“Okaka!” - Inumaki will say this to you before crossing his arms in ‘anger’ because he was actually worried… as he embarrassed himself for you.

For him to forgive you, just collect some other ingredients to have tuna mayo onigiri for him - because a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach ;)

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