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pokemongymsmashorpass Ā· 5 months ago
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(Only including adults in this poll, former champions are also included)
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meow-moment Ā· 1 year ago
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i bet if walter white had tumblr hed be like "i am the one who blogs haha"
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just got a beautiful ring from the store, can't wait to show it off here!
#my purchases #marie speaks
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finally scored a new job can i get a hell yeah. back to making stacks dawg
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HELP A DISABLED TEEN'S FATHER AFFORD CANCER TREATMENT!
I didn't want to have to make this post, but deadlines are closing in and I don't have many options left.
My name is Walter White Junior, and my father was recently diagnosed with cancer. He's been battling for a few months now, and he wants us not to worry about him, but he can't keep pulling money out of nowhere. I've done the math, and I've estimated that he needs $12k to afford all the treatment he needs.
Any donations are appreciated! You can donate directly at my website, or donate on p@yp@l, under the username flynwyte.
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I am pleased to announce that we have finally hired a new social media intern.
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yo yo yo whaddup chicken lovas!!! were bringin back the 2-for-1 honey mustard wings combo, with that signature taste you cant help but love! get it today, bitches!
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šŸ”® purple-queen Follow
okay, you know what? No. I'm sick of this. Kleptomania is a valid mental disorder, and if i have to explain to you why, then i will.
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#marie speaks #rant
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šŸŒ¶ļø capncook
bored on the job man its got me thinkin...
#vent post #delete later
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i can't say shit around my grandpa bro. i make a comment about the lakers one time and its šŸ˜¤šŸ›ŽļøšŸ›ŽļøšŸ›ŽļøšŸ˜¤šŸ›ŽļøšŸ›ŽļøšŸ˜¤šŸ˜¤šŸ›ŽļøšŸ›ŽļøšŸ›ŽļøšŸ›ŽļøšŸ›Žļø im fuckin SICK OF IT!!
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i miss her so much man...
#vent post #delete later
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We would like to apologize for our social media intern's mistake. As a token of our apology, we are offering a 10% discount on any chicken order if you mention this post. Have a finger-lickin' day!
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I am the one who blogs haha
#heisenposting
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allthingscons1dered Ā· 3 months ago
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As someone who grew up with 5 older brothers, I cannot help but think of how older-brother-coded both Dick Grayson and Jason Todd are.
(A/N: Itā€™s not that I donā€™t love Tim and Damian also, they just give off more younger brother vibes to me. Also, I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible, please donā€™t hate me if itā€™s not.)
CW: None, slight cursing.
So I proudly introduce as my first ever post:
Annoying Older Brother!Dick Grayson and Jason Todd Headcannons:
Batfam x gn!reader
Yā€™all ever come home from school excited for the leftovers that youā€™ve thought about all day and FIND THEM GONE?!?! Jason ate them. Just to spite you. And he wonā€™t even play dumb about it either. He will admit it so carelessly.
ā€œDid you put your name on it?ā€ Heā€™ll shrug with confidence. He gives no fucks. He needs that caloric intake.
Jason is that sibling who youā€™ll argue with until youā€™re blue in the face and then text you 20min later with no explanation, just: ā€œfood?ā€. (Said argument was probably about the leftovers btw).
And youā€™ll still go get food with him because, well, siblings.
Dick is an older brother in the way heā€™s not even the tiniest bit nonchalant. He will 100% tell the cringiest stories about you in front of anyone you bring home. Unapologetically.
Or drop you off at school with the most EMBARRASSING song blasting from the speakers. He lives for it.
Another thing about Jason? He will absolutely barge into your room, flex in your mirror, knock shit off of your dresser, throw something at you, and then leave. Completely unprovoked.
He probably even steals the current book youā€™re reading from your nightstand.
It will return a day later out of nowhere.
Imagine just chilling on the couch, scrolling on your phone and suddenly youā€™re bombarded with their presence.ļæ¼
ā€œIs that a *boy/girl* youā€™re texting?ā€ Jason will ask as he looks over your shoulder, knowing damn well itā€™s not.
But guess what? Denying it would just make it worse.
And of course, Dick would freak out.
Because why would his younger sibling be dating? Youā€™re way too young; practically a baby in his eyes.
In the case that youā€™re actually talking up your latest crush, Jason would have the following reaction:
ā€œI donā€™t give a damn who you date,ā€ But give him ten minutes and heā€™ll hit you with the classic, ā€œso whatā€™s this kidā€™s name again?ā€ He will be looking them up later.
I think Jason would try to be the brother who acts like he doesnā€™t care but would most definitely be over your shoulder 24/7 about a lot of things. Dating being one of them.
One time, my brothers shoved me into a box, taped it shut and then set me on the front porch. These two shitheads would do thatā€” or something similar, like hanging you upside down from a grappling hookā€” and say, ā€œIt builds character.ā€
Ohhhh, that reminds me. You think the two of them are annoying individually. Think of them both TOGETHER.
You try to avoid being around the both of them at any given time, but itā€™s inevitable.
Like picture yourself coming home after fighting some D-list villain like Condiment Kingā€” because of course everyone else was busyā€” hoping that no one else is back from patrol.
But no! No, no, no. Why would the world ever want you to be so lucky?
In front of the Batcomputer sits Dick and Jason, there to witness your arrival in your mustard-and-mayonnaise-covered suit. Dick will at least attempt to hide the smile behind his hand.
Jason openly laughs his ass off. Tears will be brushed from his eyes as you glare at his shameless reaction.
ā€œWell, I hope you were able to ketchup to him,ā€ Dick cracks with a grin.
The sound of their laughter follows you as you retreat to the locker room, middle finger raised in their direction.
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mysticfics0 Ā· 1 month ago
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How heā€™d take you pt.2!!!
Synopsis: Life after Yandere Nanami takes you <333
Warnings:Manipulation, starving, breeding kink, sex, size difference.
MINORS DNI!!!
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When Nanami first took you he knew youā€™d be scared for awhile but itā€™s been nearly five months! And heā€™s starting to feel needy :( (Poor baby you donā€™t know how much this hurts him!)
The day before taking you heā€™d stalked up on everything you like! (The healthier versions obviously tho!!! Gotta keep his most precious angel healthy!)
But youā€™d barely touched anything he got and it was going bad so heā€™d rebought stuff many times now! :(( (Secretly heā€™d been eating some of it too he needs to like what you like!)
Until one day he got fed up. If you werenā€™t going to eat then heā€™d take away your food. He left a note on the fridge saying heā€™d be gone for a few days.Ā 
So eventually you crawled out looking for something to eat. But when you checked the fridgeā€¦mustard, ketchup and spinach??? And the mini fridge was empty so you checked the pantry. Sprinkles?!!! Where was all the food?!Ā 
For the first two days youā€™d managed to convince yourself he was just kidding around and would send food or come home early. But by the third day you realized something. He wasnā€™t coming back for five days. Just like he said.Ā 
So youā€™d pull out your little flip phone (Heā€™d especially gifted it to you with the only capabilities being offline games along with texting and calling him!!!)
ā€œAnswerā€¦answerā€¦please answer Nanami!ā€ You scream whispered to yourself until he finally picked up. ā€œYes angel?ā€ Usually heā€™d be asking if you were okay but he was acting so nonchalant about everything!Ā 
ā€œWhen will you be home?ā€ You asked carefully. ā€œJust two more days after today why?ā€ Heā€™d ask as if this wasnā€™t his plan all along. ā€œP-please come home! P-please I-i miss you! I-I just please come home! I-Iā€™m hungry please! Iā€™m sorry! Iā€™ll listen from now on!ā€Ā 
Oh the smirk on his face was perfect. His plan had worked perfectly. ā€œPromise? Youā€™ll behave?ā€ He asked ā€œPromise! P-please Iā€™ll do whatever you want!ā€ You managed to get out.Ā 
ā€œIā€™ll be home soon Angelā€ heā€™d then hang up and the usual time he would come home from work he came home, stalking up the food fridge, pantry and mini fridge. Cooking dinner you gladly ate. And best of all. He had you exactly where he wanted you.
Over the next couple days youā€™d eat normally, wear what he wanted, did what he wanted until he finally felt he had you ready.Ā 
That night he decided was movie night. Heā€™d sit you on his lap and as the opening credits played heā€™d slip his whole lengthy cock into you! <333
Donā€™t worry it would only sting a little but the stretch would be so delicious! After all you were just so wet from him playing with your clit as he chose the movie!Ā 
Heā€™d rock back and forth, slide you up and down until the movie was eventually long forgotten and he had you pinned below him knees pushed up to shoulders in the meanest mating press! (Oh how he would breed you!)
ā€œM-more Nanami!ā€ Youā€™d whimper out ā€œKen.ā€ Heā€™d say firmly ā€œCall me Ken, a cute nick name right angel?ā€ Oh he was so excited and it was hard not to just blow a fat load into your womb just from when you first rode him! ā€œY-yes Ken!ā€Ā 
ā€œYou want my load angel?ā€ Heā€™d say, oh this was going perfectly ā€œWant me to breed you? Turn you into a Momma? Belly all swollen with my kiddos?ā€ Heā€™d say sweetly, this was his dream scenario
ā€œY-yes! Please Ken! Breed me! Turn me into your mommy!ā€ Oh and thatā€™s all it took for him to bust, thick ropes of cum right into your womb. Youā€™d for sure end up pregnant, he pulled out watching his load leak out of you. ā€œThatā€™s right. Youā€™re mine, my momma.ā€Ā 
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Hope this was what you guys were hoping for pt 2!!!Ā 
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yourlovermumu Ā· 1 year ago
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Okayā€¦ hear me out
Teacher Miguel giving extra credit to virgin student but she has to let him f her šŸ˜±
ā€œUm mr Oā€™Hara we shouldnā€™t be doing this..ā€
While sheā€™s getting destroyed
ā€œOh and you act like you donā€™t love itā€
OH I AM HEARING YOU OUT ALR
warning: non con, teacher-student non con, full nelson, blackmailing.
dont like it dont read it i dont wanna traumatize you.
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you have been failing your classes A LOT recently. you had terrible scores on all of the subjects, but especially spanish.
and it didnt help that your love life and everything else was a mess right now, how could you study in this situation?
but you really had to pass this time.
so what do you do? cheat of course.
problem is you werent sneaky enough and now your being called to your spanish teacher's office because he caught you cheating.
you nervously bit your lip and just stood at the door to his office, just standing there for a good while and you honestly were debating onto wither you should make a run for it or not however you decided you better meet up with him fast before you get into more trouble.
and so here you were, sitting on the soft cushions of the black couch in his office as you fidgeted with your fingers, scared to make eye contact with him because of the consequences of your actions.
and it definitely didnt help that he was silent the whole time, writing on a notebook calmly as he occasionally glanced over to the stack of papers on his desk that you assumed were test papers.
the very test that you cheated on.
perhaps he was writing reports on the test perhaps he was not but did he really need to do this right now? couldnt he have done it before or after he was done with you?
''ahem.'' rang a deep voice through out the room.
you snapped your eyes back from your lap, looking up at him startled.
'''now then, (name), would you care to explain as to why you decided to cheat on your spanish test, hm?'' he questioned with a raise of his eye brow and a nonchalant expression on his face.
you gulped.
''..uhm...i- i am sorry-! i wont do it again! i am sorry!'' you apologized desperately.
he shook his head, getting up from his seat and walking toward you. you almost backed away when he reached for your chin and lifted it up with two fingers.
''shh...'' he hushed you.
''thats not what i asked of you, now was it? i didnt want an apology. i wanted an explanation. i'll ask again...'' he paused as if to let you process his words in your dumb little head slowly.
''why did you cheat?'' he repeated.
you were silent. unsure of what to say or do. dumbly looking at him, frozen in place.
''answer me.'' he said a lot more firmly now.
and you knew if you didnt reply right now you would really regret it. so mustard up the courage to push out a few words out of your mouth, albeit coming out in stutters.
''ƍ had to- i am sorry- shit- i just really need to pass this time. i-i didnt- god- i shouldnt have! i really am...sorry.''
hearing your words, miguel o'hara smirked, letting go of your chin as he looked to you a smugly.
''ah, is that so? then you should've just told me so from the beginning, doll.''
his words confused you greatly. what did he mean by that? but you really didnt need any further explanation when he leaned down, placing beefy arms on both sides of your head as he leaned in to whisper in your ear in a low deep sensual voice.
''you could've just told me you were struggling...i would've helped you. all you had to do was ask, doll.'' he said as he brushed a hair strand behind your ear before cupping your face with his large hands.
''in fact i would give you extra credit and the best marks possible if only you did me a little favor...''
''...what?'' your heart was beating against your ribcage. you wanted to deny all this. no it wasnt happening right now. no this isnt true. is this going where you think it is?
but it was. it was very very real.
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''fuck-- yeah... your doing great.'' he praised. one hand placed on the crown of your head, running his hand through the silky hair and occasionally tugging and tightening his hold on your hair when you your tongue swiped against the veins on his cock or if you deep throated him suddenly without warning.
''k---keep going...'' he groaned as he couldnt help but throw his head back, gritting his teeth because of the pleasure you gave him.
you took him out of your mouth slowly, licking his long member along the way and swirling your tongue on it when you reached the tip, sucking it into your mouth afterwards as you closed your eyes.
''eyes on me, muƱeca.'' he huffed, running a hand through his hair. ''keep your eyes on me when you suck my cock. look at me.''
''yes professor...'' you mumbled with his tip in your mouth, causing your words to come out muffled and sent vibrations through his dick. he let out an whimper at the feeling and quickly sinks his teeth into his plush lips to prevent it from happening again.
it felt so good inside your mouth. warm and tight. the feeling of your tongue on his cock, the feeling of being able do something so sinful with you, not to mention how pretty you look taking his dick.
it all drove him insane.
''f-fucking hell, cariƱo...stop teasing''
you blinked up at him at his words. watching the way his cheeks were slightly flushed and how his eyes were slightly glossy as he breathed heavily, gritting his teeth.
as much as you would like to deny it...the sight was turning you on.
you didnt give him a verbal response. instead you took him in your mouth in one go, deep throating him. he gasped audibly. his hands tightening on your hair.
you bobbed your head up and down, though tears treathened to spill from your eyes from taking him in so deep you knew better then to do this half-assedly. your grades depended on it!
his eyes become shut as he cums with a loud groan. spilling his seed into your mouth. and you finally take him out of your mouth, and just when your about to spit out his cum--
''shallow. all of it.'' he orders sternly. and you end up obeying, because what good would it do you to disobey him?
''good girl...so obedient.'' he chuckled, his breath still heavy as he recovered from his orgasm.
''but..i am gonna have to test just how obedient you can be, doll.'' he smirked wickedly before grabbing you by the arm, lifting you up and pulling you close to him.
''let me fuck that pretty pussy, doll. let my cock be inside you. i'll fuck you real good, i promise.'' he whispered sensually as he used his thumb wipe your chin before running it along your bottom lip.
''this- this wasnt what we agreed on professor...'' you mumbled, averting your eyes from him shyly.
he laughed.
''oh my sweet little princess....did you really think i would just let you go without fucking your tight little cunt? did you really think i was that nice?'' he cooed, a smug smile on his lips.
''undress. right fucking now.'' he commended. it was stern and serious, you could tell he wasnt joking around.
you hesitated. not knowing what to do. should you just make a run for it? and tell everyone what he tried to do? no that would mean they would know what you did. voices rang inside your head, making you freeze in place.
what should i do what should i do what should i do what should i--
''listen here, princess.'' he began. his voice snapping you from your train of thoughts.
''you either let me do whatever i want with you obediently or....i take you right here and now, forcefully, and you lose your mind while taking my cock''
you shivered at the threat. yet it wasnt because of fear, no.
it was a different feeling. a feeling you so desperately wanted to deny. yet the wetness coating your panties proved you wrong all the more.
''s-sir...'' you looked up at him almost pleadingly, unsure of the situation and as much as you wanted this you were gonna stick to your will. your not some submissive little lamp. theres no way your gonna give in to him this easily, right?
''you said...you'll help me if i just..sucked your cock..did you lie to me?''
he chuckled. A dark eerily chuckle that made you shudder.
''princess...me? lie to you? no sweetheat...i am no liar. your just stupid.'' he kissed your cheek in an loving manner yet the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes radiated no such loving warmth.
''your just so stupid its cute. it makes me want to just devour you. its cute how you struggle, its cute how trusting you are, its cute how naive you can be, its cute how you squirm when your scared, everything about you..top to bottom, everything is just so adorable.''
he kept going on and on as you struggled, squirming like an desperate little prey.
''but you promised-! you cant just- professor...you really wont do this to me, will you? why would you...lie to me professor? why me?''
he smiled at your words.
''heres the thing, cariƱo...you shouldnt trust men.''
he caressed your cheek, a smile still gracing his lips as he spoke.
''not men like me...not men like me who are so desperately in love with you. because god how could i let go of you once i got the chance to have you like this? i just cant, mi vida.''
he leaned in, pressing his lips onto yours, slowly opening his mouth to deep the kiss and encourage you to do so as well by caressing your cheek softly.
''let me fuck you.''
''i promise...i wont hurt you. i'll be gentle.'' he spoke against your lips, kissing them desperately like he craved for every single bit of your body, mind, and soul.
turns out...you were an submissive little lamp. because what else would you be if you so willingly gave into all of this fucked up stuff?
nothing but a stupid little submissive lamp.
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''ugh-- please--- mmfp-!'' you moaned as your hands dug into the softness of the coach.
''please what, baby? speak.'' he chuckled as he bounded into you hard, lifting your legs with his forearms and pinning them to your shoulder.
he had you in full nelson, continuously making you bounce up and down on his dick.
''f-fuck..your so tight...'' he groaned. ''are you a virgin or something? heh...''
you whimpered out a breathy ''y-yeah..o-oh''
''hm?'' he bounced you up and down on his length effortlessly as he breathed heavily against your ear.
''what did you say, cariƱo?'' he questioned, not because he was teasing, but actually because he didnt catch what you said.
''i s-said-- oh m-my god...'' you stuttered. your mouth hanging open from how good he was hitting you.
''you were so opposed to letting me fuck your cute little cunt minutes ago...look at you now. your just drooling for my cock, arent you baby?''
he smiled as he re-angled your hips. making him hit a certain spot inside you, you whimper in response.
''aw...so cute. your just fucked dumb on your professor's cock, arent you?''
he laughed before lifting you up higher then usual and holding you there for a little over 1 second and then slamming you back down making air get knocked out of your lungs.
''tell me you love my cock, cariƱo. that you want my cock to make you feel good. that you want me and only me to fuck you like this. you dont want anyone else to touch you like this, right?''
''n-no..'' you managed to let out. ''y-your the first person t-to fuck me like this professor...i-i love your cock professor..give me more-! i want more-! m-make me cum again please..!'' you babbled on.
''yeah? nobody fucked you as good as me, baby? thats a shame. but dont worry...you dont have to think about any of those guys that you fucked around with anymore...not when you have me baby.'' he pulled your head back to pull you into a messy kiss. slipping his tongue inside your mouth as he groaned at how tightly your cunt hugged his cock.
''n-no i- i never...mhmp-! did things like this before..'' you let out an in breathy voice, huffing and panting when he pulled back from the kiss.
''...what?'' he questioned. his hands on your thighs coming to a halt. ''you never did things like this before, cariƱo?''
''no..'' you confirmed.
''hey hey...but that would mean..'' his eyes widened at the realization and you simply gave him an hesitant nod.
''...did i just take your virginity, angel?'' you bit your lip in response as you squirmed in his lap, your head still turned behind to look at him.
''y-yeah..'' you mumbled.
he groaned at that. and you could feel his cock twitch inside you.
''your joking...no way..''
''i am no--'' you were cut off my your own moan as his grip on your thighs tightened again, as he thrusted in and out of you in an inhuman pace.
''w-wait-- slow down- nnhghh...''
he didnt listen. nor could he make sense of anything right now when his mind was going crazy by countless thoughts. he couldnt believe he was your first. and the thought made him completely lose it.
its not his fault though. you brought this upon yourself the moment you believed him when he said he'll be gentle with you.
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ALR I AM SORRY THIS TOOK LONG I GOT THIS ASK WHEN MY EXAMS WERE GOING ON
and i am sorry i kinda switched things up a bit but i still hope you like it <3
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thevoidstaredback Ā· 3 months ago
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How To Balance Your Daytime and Nighttime Activities So That You Don't Burn Yourself Out More Than You Already Have
They had planned to leave before Bruce got back to the Manor, but plans change all the time and it wasn't Danny's fault!
Alfred had invited a friend of Dick's, Barbra Gordon, to the Manor for dinner, meaning that Dick had to stay if he wanted to see her. And since Dick was staying, Danny was staying. Tim wasn't about to leave Danny to Bruce's mercy, so he was staying for dinner, too.
Bruce Wayne arrived at Wayne Manor exactly three and a half minutes after six in the evening. He entered the kitchen exactly ten minutes and five seconds after that.
The air was tense.
Dick had been tense since Danny first roped him into coming to Gotham, only getting worse as they got closer to the building they were now sitting in. Now that Bruce and Dick were in the same room, it was like the rope had frayed to the point of snapping with a light breeze.
Bruce sat at the head of the table with Tim to his left and down a chair. Dick sat at the foot of the table, Barbra sitting to his immediate right. Danny sat on the unoccupied side of the table, directly in the middle.
No one was saying a word.
Danny was on edge.
Finally, "Dick," Bruce said.
"Bruce," was the response.
As if the spell had been broken, though the awkwardness remained, Barbra cleared her throat and said, "It's good to have you back in Gotham, D."
Dick smiled at her, soft and happy and relieved. "It's good to see you, Babs. How've you been?"
"The same as usual. Though, Condiment King again!" She glared when Dick started laughing. "Yeah, sure, laugh it up, Wonder Boy. It took three hours to get that mustard out of my costume! It's easier to get blood out of white carpets-!"
Bruce pointedly cleared his throat, bringing all attention to him. "As good as it is to see you, Dick, who've you brought with you?"
Barbra flinched back slightly, having forgotten Danny was even there. Oops.
Danny grinned at Bruce, hiding his nerves behind his favorite fake-it-'til-you-make-it smile. "My name's Danny, it's nice to meet you Mister Wayne! I have to say, you're a lot less smiley in person than you are on the internet."
He hummed. "I apologize. Today's been an off day."
"No need," Danny waved off politely, "I get it."
"I have to say, Daniel-"
"'Danny', please. My name's Danny."
To his credit, Bruce didn't even skip a beat. "Then, call me Bruce. I must say that I didn't expect Dick to have taken anyone in."
Danny chuckled a bit. "I think it's less of him taking me in and more of me kind of letting myself into his house."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, I noticed he wasn't doing too well, so I figured I'd step in to help where I could before he got himself hurt." 'Or worse' was heavily implied. "I imagine Tim did much the same with you?"
Tim stiffened as Bruce sighed. Well, that's not a good sign.
"Yes, though Tim doesn't live here."
"He has a room, though, right?"
"Of course."
"Good. I can't imagine having to travel with the kind of injuries you guys get at night is very fun." Here, he turned and looked Barbra in the eye. "Honestly, you deserve a prize for traveling from here to wherever you live after getting injured."
Barbra smiled sheepishly, "Thanks? I don't really come here, though. Only on occasion."
Bruce interrupted before the conversation could continue, "What do you mean? Dick's the only one of us who could possibly get hurt on the job." He shook his head. "Honestly, why did you ever join the BHPD? It's too dangerous."
Oh, Danny had to put a stop to that right away!
"Sorry, to jump in here, Mister Wayne, but I know what all of you moonlight as." He ignored Bruce's narrowed, sharp glare. "You're Batman, Dick is Nightwing, Tim is Robin, meaning that Barbra has to be Batgirl and, if I'm right, Oracle."
"Who are you?" Bruce demanded. He didn't ask because asking is for people who aren't paranoid enough to have six levels of security at the front gate alone.
"I just told you: Danny." He unflinchingly met Bruce's glare. "Not good enough for you? I'm Danny, personal caretaker of vigilantes who refuse to take care of themselves, bookkeeper, cook, unlicensed medical unprofessional, et cetera. Though, don't call me a therapist because that's my sister. Is that a better answer?"
Bruce hummed.
The meal itself was somehow even worse than before Alfred had brought out the food. Glares were being thrown and concerned glances shared. It made the food taste bad, which was probably a war crime.
Danny had been raised with manners, so he'd thanked Alfred for making dinner. He even offered to help with clean up, though he backed down when he was refused. He knows better.
After dinner, the group had gone back into the very same drawing room as before. Dick and Barbra cuddled together on the couch, Bruce and Tim took the two armchairs, and Danny sat on the floor in front of the now lit fireplace.
"So, Tim," Danny started, "You working on any interesting cases?"
Tim seemed to perk up a bit. "Yeah, actually. It's a murder-"
"We're not at liberty to discuss anything with you, Daniel." Bruce's voice was gravely, almost the voice he used as Batman, as he spoke over Tim.
Danny's eyes narrowed. "I believe I told you my name is 'Danny', not 'Daniel'."
"Well, seeing as I don't actually know you, and you have offered up no sir name, I'll stick with calling you whatever I'm comfortable with, especially in my own home."
"This isn't a fight you wanna pick, Mister Wayne. You might want to rethink your choice."
"I am well aware of what battles to fight. However, you're mistaken. This isn't a battle. I'm merely stating that I will be calling you 'Daniel' until you offer up your sir name to be called by."
Danny very obviously looked Bruce up and down. "I guess my parents were right; You can't ever believe everything you read on the internet."
"Oh? Why do you say that?"
"Because you, Mister Wayne, are horrible with children."
The temperature in the room dropped. Bruce's glare hardened even more. He appraised Danny, assessing him and filing away everything he could find. "Speaking to me like that in my own home is quite the move."
"Are you threatening me, Mister Wayne?"
"Not at all," he denied. "What are you really doing here, Dick?"
"I wanted to come meet Tim," Dick lied.
"Don't lie to me."
"What, I can't even come meet your newest Robin?"
"After the way you treated Jason?"
Dick stood quickly, Barbra scrambling to her feet. "After the way I-! You're the one who let him put on my old uniform!"
Bruce stood to his full height, looking down on Dick. "Me? You barely even talked to him! I spent as much time as I could with him!"
Danny blocked out the already out of hand yelling match and grabbed Barbra's and Tim's hands, leading them out of the room. This was not how he was hoping this would go at all.
He could still hear the yelling, even in the foyer.
"I'm sorry," he whispered to Tim and Barbra, "I didn't expect this to happen."
"It's alright," Barbra said, flinching when she realized that she could hear both men's voices almost clearly.
"No, it's not. I dragged Dick here to apologize to Tim. We were supposed to leave before Bruce even left Wayne Enterprises."
Tim shook his head. "We should've anticipated something like this would happen."
"Yeah..."
The three sat together on the steps, Bruce and Dick's voices carrying through the wood and marble.
"Hey," Barbra said after a few minutes, "How do you know about the Cave being under the Manor?"
Danny blinked at her before turning to Tim. "There's a cave under the Manor?!" He glared playfully at his friend. "You didn't tell me that your base of operations is a cave under Wayne Manor!"
"If it makes you feel any better," Tim offered, "Dick named it the Bat Cave."
"It's called the Bat Cave!?"
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iheartcake123 Ā· 4 months ago
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yeong-hu x f!reader
āš ļøCONTAINS SPOILERS FROM SEASON 3āš ļø
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a/n: you all knew this was comingšŸ˜­ yeong-hu is my man fr lool. anyways, what did you all think of season 3?? i enjoyed it but the ending felt so rushed for some reason!! ive got some more fics on the way hehe so if you want anything specific or a specific character let me know <33
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ā€œis that the last of them?ā€ you asked jin-ho as a couple more people trickled into the church.
ā€œit seemsā€ he told you before briefly looking around and noticing a women in her early twenties, wearing a mustard yellow jacket while carrying a bag on her back.
ā€œfollow us in silenceā€ jin-ho told her and she did as he said.
she wasnā€™t someone youā€™d seen around before but with how many people were living at the stadium you knew, you wouldnā€™t know everyone.
suddenly, her eyes widened as sergeant tak approached you. she hurriedly pushed past jin-ho and looked between you and the seargent.
ā€œitā€™s you two! youā€™re a scary looking man and youā€™re a pretty lady wearing military uniformā€ she exclaimed excitedly ā€œis your name master sergeant tak? and is yours y/n l/n?ā€
you raised an eyebrow in confusion. sergeant tak looked towards jin-ho, just as confused.
ā€œyou both know park chan-young and kim yeong-hu, donā€™t you?ā€ she suddenly asked and your heart dropped to your stomach.
why was she mentioning them?
ā€œi need to tell you something importantā€ she then said and she took you and sergeant tak aside and briefed both of you on the details.
when she said yeong-hu was still alive, you were overwhelmed with emotions. you had thought he was gone and you had just accepted it, thinking it would be easier to move on.
as sergeant tak went to go and distract sang-wook, you waited in a room for yeong-hu. your palms were sweaty and you paced back and forth in anticipation to see yeong-hu again.
after several minutes, the door to the room swung open and you saw yeong-hu stood there. he looked rough, he had blood and cuts covering him and you were in complete disbelief when you saw him.
ā€œyeong-hu..ā€ you breathed out, tears now forming in your eyes as a rush of emotions filled you.
ā€œy/nā€ he said and you rushed to wrap your arms around him.
you couldnā€™t believe he was in front of you.
as soon as you held onto him, yeong-hu enveloped you and returned the hug. holding you close to him and his grip tight around you.
the hug lasted for a long while, neither one of you wanting to let go.
ā€œitā€™s all my faultā€ yeong-hu said lowly into the hug and you slowly pulled away.
however, you took his hands into yours.
ā€œitā€™s all my fault y/n. yeong-seok, seo-jin, u-seok, jong-hyun and seok-chan. sergeant choi, as well as the other they members of the search party have all diedā€ yeong-hu continued, his breath shaking as he choked back emotions ā€œi have failed everyoneā€
you looked up at yeong-hu and frowned as your heart broke at the expression on his face. he couldnā€™t look directly at you and you swallowed hard.
you let go of one of his hands and brought it up to cup the one side of his face. turning his head to look at you.
ā€œyouā€™re not a failure. your men, they followed you because youā€™re such a good leader and they respect you so much to the point theyā€™d do anything for you. their deaths are not on you. youā€™re an amazing strong person and you did what you thought was right. you stand by your men everyday regardless and thatā€™s something to be proud of and you should never blame yourself for what has happenedā€ you firmly told him.
yeong-hu was always hard on himself and whenever someone got hurt or died, he held the weight of it on his shoulders. even when he shouldnā€™t have.
a tear slipped from his eye and you wrapped your arms around him another time, this time consoling him.
yeong-hu then pulled away and you sent him a small smile.
ā€œi canā€™t believe youā€™re actually hereā€ you smiled and leaned forward to press your lips onto his.
he returned the kiss and after you pulled away, he rested his forehead onto yours and rested his hands on your waist.
ā€œi love youā€ yeong-hu exhaled out.
ā€œi love you tooā€ you told him.
both of you stayed as your were, enjoying each others presence.
suddenly, the door opened and in came sergeant tak. he hadnā€™t expected you to be there and apologised in an instance.
ā€œsorry, i didnā€™t realise you were hereā€ he looked at you and you shook your head.
ā€œitā€™s okay sergeantā€ you smiled ā€œiā€™ll let the two of you talkā€
you began to make your way towards the door but yeong-hu kept his hold on you, his body slightly tensing up.
ā€œstay, please?ā€ he said and you looked between sergeant tak and yeong-hu.
ā€œthats fine with meā€ sergeant tak let out a genuine smile and you nodded your head.
ā€œof courseā€ you moved to be close to yeong-hu again, he loosened his hold on you, relaxing slightly.
you couldnā€™t help the grin that escaped from you as he continued to hold onto you even when talking to sergeant tak.
he wasnā€™t going to let you go any time soon.
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selfloverrrrrr Ā· 4 months ago
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Can I request dub/noncon with incel Inumaki and innocent reader?
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NEED
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Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physically and emotional abuse, biting, size difference, incel Inumaki, stalking, protective, jealous, obsessive, manipulative....
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( All characters are aged up/18+)
Minors Do Not Interact
Read the warnings carefully....if you don't like my stories block me not report
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Y/n's POV
Today I joined jujutsu high. I was nervous because it was my first day there. I was standing outside of the classroom. "Come in y/n" Gojo said. I went inside. "Class...meet her... she's y/n your new classmate" he said. "H-hey" I said shyly.
"finally it's a girl! Hey... I'm Maki nice to see you" the girl said giving her hand to shake. I shook her hand. "Nice to meet you too Maki" I replied. "Hey... I'm Yuta" a guy said with a smile scratching his head. "Hello... nice to meet you" I replied with a smile.
"heyyyyy... I'm panda!!!" I looked in his direction. There was a panda standing. "Hello to you too.... and you are cute " I replied with a giggle. "Kelp" a voice said. A guy with gray hair standing there. "Hello " I said. "Salmon" he replied.
"what is he saying?" I asked looking at Maki. "His name is Inumaki His cursed technique is his speech... whatever he says it always becomes true... that's why he uses limited words" Maki said. "Ohhh I see.... hello Inumaki" I said with a smile.
"mustard leaf... mustard leaf" Inumaki said. "He's asking for your number... because he can only talk in chat" Yuta said. "Oh... yeah sure " I replied. I gave him my number. "Kelp" Inumaki said. "Your welcome" I replied.
Inumaki's POV
It was another boring day. I got ready and went to jujutsu high. We all were in our classroom... talking with each other. Gojo Sensei came in. He told us that a new student is joining us today. He didn't say if it's a girl or a boy. I was wishing for it to be a pretty girl.
Gojo sensei told and a girl came in. My eyes widened. I was completely staring at her. She's so gorgeous! She's too pretty! I like her.... She should be mine! She would look great with me. Only me. Fuck I'll get her... I'll get her today!
Yes today! I don't give a fuck if it's too quick... she's supposed to be mine... doesn't matter if it's today or two months later... right? If she has to be mine then why should I delay?! My life is too boring... only she can make my life great!... And I also got her number too!
At night
In the chat
Inumaki
Hii
Y/N
Oh..hey
Inumaki
What are you doing?
Y/N Nothing much passing time on phone....hbu?
Inumaki
Same same
Y/N
I see
Inumaki
How did you feel about the first day here?
Y/N
It's great actually... I liked it
Inumaki
That's good... can I ask you something?
Y/N
Yeah... sure
Inumaki
Do you have any boyfriend?
Y/N
No I don't.....you?
Inumaki
Nah.... same
BTW I'm so bored walking in the hallway of our droom.... Do you mind if I come in your room?
Y/N
No no.... it's totally fine! Come here... I'm opening the door!
Y/n's POV
I got up and went to the door. I opened it. Inumaki was already there. "Hey" I said. "Salmon" he replied. "Come in" I said and he came inside. "Lock the door" he said. My hand automatically locked the door. That was weird but I didn't think about it too much.
We both went to the couch. "Please sit" I said and he sat on the couch. "Why are you sitting there... come here...sit on my lap" he said looking at me. "Wha-" before I could respond my body automatically went to him and sat on his lap.
I was shocked. "You look pretty in your night dress too" he said stroking my hair. "Why are you speaking?" I asked. He gave me a confused look. "That's not the thing we should talk about.... instead tell me.... will you be my partner? In a relationship with me?" He asked.
"w-what are you saying Inumaki..... I don't-" he cut my sentence "how about I fuck you right now?... I can use you as my whore" he said. I tried to get off his lap. "I wanna go" I said. "Go where?" He asked. "Please let me go " I said. Tears coming in my eyes. "Let's go to your bedroom..." He said brought us to my bedroom.
He pushed me on his bed. Fear grabbed me by my neck. He started crawling towards me. " Inumaki... don't" I said "why not...?" He replied. I tried to get off from the bed but he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me. "I'm an incel, y/n... I didn't tell you...why should I when I like you? You won't let me be close to you" He said. Realisation got me. " Inumaki ... P-Please stop" I begged but he grabbed the neck and choked me . crashed his lips on mine. This time Kissing me roughly. Making me breathless.
He started undressing me. I tried to stop him but my strength was nothing for him. He almost took off my clothes. I was just left in my panties. Inumaki started licking my nipple. His was so teasing. I moaned. He continued his teasing licking and sucking on my nipple. With his one hand he grabbed my other boob and squeezed it roughly. I screamed so loudly. " you don't know how painful being an incel is.... how much I waited for this!!!"he screamed.
When he was done playing with my nipples and boobs he got up and started taking off my panties. " P-Please...." I begged again. "Shhh... You are wet... lemme help you." he said with his smirk. He bring his face close to my pussy and licked it. "Ummmm~" he whimpered to himself.
He took off his clothes. His huge length was out now. My eyes widened at his length. It was too long and too thick. He grabbed his dick stroked it two or three times then lined it with my entrance. I began to panic. I knew it wouldn't fit." Inumaki.... please no .... Inumaki please no... I'm begging you!!!" I begged him. "Can you stop screaming!!!" he screamed and tears started falling from my eyes.
Inumaki pushed his whole length in one slide and I screamed with pain. He didn't even give me time to adjust his size and started thrusting in and out roughly. I was screaming loudly. His huge dick was giving me too much pain. He started giving me hickeys on my neck and chest. His thrusting getting faster and harder. My whole body was shaking. He was moaning too. The way his dick was touching my g-spot made my back arch. It didn't take much time and I came. As I came that smirk again played on his lips.
I felt his dick start throbbing inside me. " Inumaki please...not....not inside" I begged in a whisper because I didn't have the power to speak. It was too much for me. "Who cares y/n?... atleast I don't" he said staring at me...Then my warm walls clenched around him he moaned loudly. In a few minutes he came inside me. He slowly pull out and threw him beside me. He brought his face closer to mine and whispered....
"You're gonna be my personal whore y/n.... and you'll tell everyone that you love me and it's you who want to be in a relationship with me " he whispered with a smirk. I started sobbing again... cause I know it's gonna happen cause he used his cursed technique. I was coursing myself for believing him and letting him inside my room alone....
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Give me your requests guys...
I love when you give me your requests šŸ’•
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sanguineterrain Ā· 9 months ago
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Hi, I love your fics. Feel free to say no to this request but I was wondering if maybe you could write something about asexual Jason Todd? I've always felt like he'd be aspec and identified with him because of that. You write intimacy and love without sex so well, and it'd be wonderful to see it with ace Jason. Maybe one where he tells the reader and he's really scared but they accept him? But if you don't want to, completely fine. Thank you for sharing your writing. šŸ§”
Hey there nonnie. This one is very personal to me; I'm also ace and have often had the thought that Jason is aspec too. I think sometimes I write him that way without realizing it. I hope you and others enjoy this one! šŸ’“
asexual!jason todd x gn!reader. tw sexuality discussion, some internalized acephobia, love confession. please be kind in the comments.
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Rain patters on the kitchen window. You'd come over with the excuse of the two egg and cheese sandwiches from the bodega Jason likes so much.
"I think I could eat egg and cheese sandwiches for every meal," he says, mustard on his nose.
You want to say something stupid. Something about bringing him egg and cheese sandwiches in the rain forever. Something about a grave and hunger and what it means to be fed, to feed.
"From anywhere or specifically from the bodega?" you ask.
"Bodega, obviously. Alfred's, too. And yours. Food made with love." He shakes the foil. "I can taste the love."
"Jason?"
"Hm?"
"I..." You touch your nose. "Mustard."
He wipes it off. The thin takeout napkin is tiny in his hand.
"Don't even know how it got up there," he mumbles.
Oh, God. You're about to say something stupid.
"I love you," you blurt. "Iļæ½ļæ½I'm falling in love with you, Jason."
Silence. Jason freezes mid-bite.
"Fuck," he whispers.
You watch as he springs from the couch and starts to pace. He chews on a cuticle, eyes wild. The sandwich is abandoned on the coffee table. You frown.
"Jason. Jay. Hey. Jaybird."
Nothing. You catch his free hand and rub his knuckles. Jason's eyes dart to you. He stops.
"I didn't say that to scare you," you say, even though it hurts, the idea that your love scares him. "It's okay if you don't feel the same."
"I do," Jason says miserably. "Fuck, I do. I love you so much. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."
You squeeze his hand, suddenly, incandescently happy.
"You do?" you ask.
"But Iā€”" He shakes his head. "I can't love you the way you want me to."
"Jay, whatever you think coming back did, I promise thatā€”"
"No." Jason swallows hard and shuts his eyes. "God, that's the thing. 'S not from the Pit. I thoughtā€”y'know, I waited for everything to slide into place. The Lazarus Pit is s'posed to resurrect a person. Build them anew. But I felt the same."
"Felt the same?"
Jason looks at you then, and you know that expression. It's a plea. Don't use this information to hurt me.
You tug him back to the couch, coax him into sitting. He very carefully doesn't let any part of him touch you.
"I didn't, uh, have a name for it when I was younger. I didn't, like, think about sex or anything like that very much before B took me in 'cause I was in survival mode, y'know?"
"That makes sense, Jay," you offer gently.
"Right. Well, but it just... stayed that way. And before you ask, yeah, I've tried. I've tried to force the feelings." He takes a shaky breath. "I remember Dick telling me about how he'd started dating Koriā€”I mean, Kori, she's beautiful, y'know? And I was like, what's wrong with me that I can't feel that? I knew that she was beautiful, logically, but I didn't... feel it. I picked it apart for months, trying to figure out why I couldn't be like him or B or Selina."
"Oh, Jay..."
"No, I know. I tried. I crushed on a few people, but I never acted on it 'cause I knew there was something... different. Something to hide. And then I thought the Pit would give that to me, that feeling I've never had, and it didn't. And I guess I should be happy that it's not something that needs to be fixed or restored or whatever, but all I feel is shame. I feel sick when someone looks at me like I'm a piece of meat. I attract more attention with how I look now, and it's worse than before, having no control over how people desire me."
You frown. "Jason, if I've ever made you feel that way, I hope you'd tell me. I'm sorry if I have."
"No, youā€”you're perfect. God, you make me feel so safe. Cared for in a way I haven't known in a long time. And that's why this is so shit. 'Cause this won't work. You want something I can't give you."
"Who says I don't want what you can give me?"
Jason laughs. It comes out choked. "Oh, no, no. You don't know what you're saying. Maybe it'll take six months or a year or two years but you'll get fed up with not having sex. I'm not worth celibacy. I know I'm not."
"Jason." You lightly touch his cheek. He looks at you, eyes wet. "Oh, Jay. Why do you think that? Why do you think you're only good for your body?"
"Hah. I've only been good for my body for years now. 'S nothing new, and it doesn't matter whether I'm a boyfriend or a soldier."
"Jason. It does matter. It does. You're not a body to me, you're a person. A brain. A heart. A good soul."
He blinks fast. "Don't... y'don't have to say that stuff. Let me down easy. It's okay if you leave. I don't have what you want."
"But you do. There's no reason you don't. Sex? I can do without."
He scoffs. "That easy, huh?"
"With you? Yes," you say. "Easiest choice I've ever made, actually. Like deciding to bring you a breakfast sandwich. I woke up and I did that. Because I love you."
His fingers creep to yours. You hold them as soon as he's within reach.
"I'm not gonna change," he says.
Jason thinks it's a warning. You see it for what it is: hope.
"That's alright," you say, squeezing his hand. "I'm not trying to change you."
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sturnsslut Ā· 6 months ago
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summer camp - matt sturniolo
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a/n: this is for lia and peyton šŸŽ€ but leave requests !! iā€™ll answer all + lowercase intended & readers name in this story is MELANIE
warnings: switch!matt x switch!reader, smoking , overstimulation, p in v, unprotected sex ( donā€™t you ever ) pet names, slight choking, begging, oral (m receiving) fingering, praising, etc.
ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”
ā€˜ all these tattoos on my skin they turn you on ..ā€™
the screaming, the crying, the kids, all of it. i needed a break
why would my mom put me in an all kids camp when iā€™m 19?
we were playing capture the flag, and i wasnā€™t doing anything but sitting on my ass so i figured iā€™d sneak away.
i was walking in the woods when i saw a small light peeking through the branches
i shouldnā€™t have, but my curiosity got the best of me and i wandered closer to the light, wondering what it was.
thatā€™s when i saw one of the camp counselors, matt i think his name was, sitting on a log smoking a blunt surrounded by lanterns
i stepped closer to see if he would notice me standing there or if he was just obvious
that is until i stepped on a stick. a fucking stick.
mattā€™s head shot up and he fumbled with the blunt in his hands until the end touched his hand and he burned himself ā€œshit!ā€ he said under his breath
i giggled at his clumsiness until he just left it on the ground and walked up to me
ā€œi- umā€¦how much of that did you see?ā€ he asked pointing with his thumb to the spot he was just previously in
ā€œ i saw enough to know you were smoking ā€œ i said in a playful tone, tilting my head
ā€œfuck.ā€ he muttered out while rubbing his forehead
ā€œplease donā€™t tell anyone i-ā€œ he sighed before speaking again ā€œi know im not allowed, but these kids drive me to get like this sometimes, and i need this job i-ā€œ
i cut off his nervous rambling before speaking ā€œim not, chill out.ā€ i giggled
he let out a sigh of relief ā€œthank fuckā€ he looked much more relived and relaxed knowing his secret was safe.
ā€œhow long ago did you roll that?ā€ i asked furrowing my brows
ā€œlike ā€¦10 minutes ago but all i did was take like 2 hitsā€ i thought for a moment before walking infront of him and sitting down on the log he was sat on just minutes ago
ā€œ come on ā€œ i waved him over before picking the blunt off of the ground
he still looked stunned by my actions, as if i was playing a joke on him or something. ā€œyou coming?ā€ i said tilting my head, snapping him out of the trance he was in
ā€œyou sureā€¦?ā€ be still seemed hesitant
ā€œim 19. i smoke weed ton, like, all the time.ā€ i said reassuring him
ā€œfuck itā€ he mumbled and made his way over, sitting next to me handing me a lighter
i sparked up the blunt before taking a hit, closing my eyes as i blew the smoke out
the feeling was amazing, i opened my eyes to find matt looking at me in shock
ā€œwhat?ā€ i giggled at his surprised expression, passing him the blunt
ā€œuh nothingā€ he shook his head and took a hit, coughing slightly before passing it back to me
ā€œyour a lifesaver. itā€™s matt right?ā€ i quizzed, gratefully accepting the blunt again
ā€œyeah, and your melanie?ā€
ā€œmhmā€
we sat and talked for 2 hours, we had deep talks, and learned a lot about eachother. i liked matt.
he was so sweet, caring, he was genuine and raw, and he wasnā€™t afraid to express his feelings. thatā€™s a man.
he laughed, i cried a little, we opened up to eachother, occasionally having to relight the blunt if one of us talked for too long. and we were both over sharers and we both liked to listen, so it worked perfectly fine.
he offered me the last hit of the blunt, which is literally the key to my heart
even afterwards we continued talking, and now we were both laying our heads against the log, laid down on the leaves underneath us, looking up at the twinkling stars that were above us.
i turned to face matt, resting my head on both of my hands
he was telling me a story from high school, and i donā€™t know if it was because i was high or what, but he looked so good under the dim lantern lights, and the way the moonlight complimented his eyes was turning me on.
ā€œ what?ā€ he looked over at me smiling and giggling
ā€œnothingā€ i said giggling back at him ā€œ your just prettyā€
his cheeks flushed a bright rose red and he cleared his throat before speaking ā€œthank you so umā€¦where was iā€ he nervously answered and stuttering
ā€œwaitā€ i cut him off
he looked at me eyebrows raised, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers due to his nervousness.
ā€œ why are you nervous ā€œ i asked, my eyes staring deep into his low, slightly pink eyes
ā€œ what do you mean?ā€ he said trying to contain his nerves, his voice shaky
ā€œyou got flustered when i called you pretty. why?ā€ i asked furrowing my brows and smirking
ā€œ i donā€™t know it..it just happened?ā€ he replied, still twisting the metal rings around his long fingers
i looked down and noticed this, so i grabbed his hand and asked if he was okay
he shook his head and we continued our conversation, me not even realizing that our hands were now interlocked and our fingers were intertwined with one another.
i got cold while he was talking so i moved closer to him, laying one of my legs over his and moving in closer to his neck, still holding his hand
he was still telling some story but the sudden movement cause him to go silent, and i heard his breath hitch
ā€œ whyā€™d you stop talking? ā€œ i asked looking up at him
he hesitated before speaking ā€œ no reason ..whereā€™s all this coming from?ā€ he giggled, referring to our newfound position
ā€œ i just felt cold. i wanted to feel you. ā€œ i say in a slightly teasing tone, testing my limits to see what he would do.
he stutters over his words, flustered by my sudden boldness and change of mood
i giggle and bury my nose more into his neck causing him to let out the slightest whine
ā€œ shit melanie ā€¦watch ..ā€ he grunts before finishing his sentence ā€œ watch what your doing. ā€œ
ā€œ what? you hard or something ?ā€ i ask in a joking way, before i noticed matt went completely silent
ā€œ oh you are..oh you are! holy shitā€ i giggle and look down at his sweatpants to see his buldge poking through his pants
ā€œ fuck off dude ā€œ he laughs and rolls his eyes and puts his arm around me ā€œ still cold?ā€ he asks trying to switch the topic
ā€œ no..but weā€™re not moving past this ..ā€ i say sitting up ā€œhow?ā€
ā€œi dont know ..you were really close to me?ā€ he sits up with me shrugging his shoulders
i laugh and thereā€™s a moment of silence before i speak up, ā€œcan i help you? yā€™know with..that.ā€ i ask, cause why not. worth a try.
ā€œ you are full of surprises mel. but i mean..if you wantā€¦ā€ he answers as if he was unsure
ā€œ matt i donā€™t care. i WANNA help you ..but itā€™s up to youā€ i reply tilting my head
ā€œ go for it then ā€œ he dryly laughs and shrugs his shoulders, sitting up more
i smile and make my way over to matt, straddling him and crashing my lips into his
his hands immediately meet my waist, holding me down right on top of his boner
i let out a small moan as his kisses get lower and eventually meet my neck, leaving hickeys everywhere
i grab the back of his head and grab some of his hair as he continues to mark me up
ā€œ shit ā€œ i say weakly before connecting our lips again
his hands still on my waist before he starts moving me back and forth on top of him
i grind slowly against his hard cock while still kissing him, earning small whines from him.
his hands move farther from my waist to under my shirt, i jerk at the feeling of his cold rings against my skin
i break the kiss taking off my shirt and tossing it to the side
i look back to matt to see him admiring my body and i giggle at the sight
MATTS POV
god she was so perfect. she was wearing a black bra with lace in the middle
it complimented her tits so well, they say perfectly. i never thought this moment would come, yet here i am
truth is iā€™ve had a small crush on melanie since she first came to camp. then it developed. but i never thought sheā€™d notice me, let alone hookup with me
ā€œ your so perfect. ā€œ i say in awe, mt eyes scanning every inch of her that is currently revealed right in front of me.
just looking at her like this, i could cum right now. but i need to get a grip and please her
END OF MATTS POV
i laughed at his comment before kissing his again and working my way down
i told him to take off his shirt and he obeyed, tossing the shirt right alongside mine
i placed gentle kisses to his stomach, then down to his happy trail ā€œ take these off. ā€œ
he lifted his hips in an upward motion to help me slide them off of him, now he was left in his boxers
ā€œ wait ā€œ i stood up and took off my pants just as he did, now i was left in my pink laced underwear
i straddled him again and we started making out, his hands finding their way to my ass
i grinded on him, feeling his hard dick rub against my aching pussy i let out a small moan
i reached my hand in between us and palmed him, kissing him on his neck
ā€œ shit ā€œ he breathed out in a low tone. that was my signal to stop teasing him
i pulled down his boxers and his dick sprung out, hitting his stomach as my eyes widened in shock, he was huge.
ā€œ what?ā€ he says giggling and panting, trying to catch his breath from the previous make out
ā€œjesus matt your huge! what the fuckā€ i say looking at him then back at his dick
he laughed and i took a deep breath in trying my best to prepare myself, i still couldnā€™t get over his size.
i grabbed his dick and i heard his breath shutter from the sudden contact
i lean down and look at his pink tip, dripping with precum and his cock buldging because of how hard he was.
i take in only the tip, swirling my tongue around his slit causing him to buck his hips up, already eager for more
i took his tip out of my mouth and sat up, spitting in my hand and began jerking him off
his body instantly reacted to the contact, matt whining and throwing his head back
i leaned back down and took in as much as i could, jerking off whatever i couldnā€™t fit in my mouth even though it was only like 2 more inches.
i sat up for a second to catch my breath, and i look up at matt to see him with his head thrown back, his face a light pink color
ā€œ matt? you good?ā€ i giggle asking him
ā€œbetter than good.ā€ he panted and laughed
i leaned back down and licked all the way up his cock before taking in all i could again
i didnā€™t expect him to do anything until he grabbed a fistful of my hair , pushing himself further into my throat
i gagged repeatedly as he basically just face fucked me, i looked up at him through my lashes and saw him already looking at me.
tears stained my cheeks from the amount of gagging i was doing. ā€œ what, you like how my cock feels in your pretty little mouth?ā€ he said in a dominant, yet whiny tone.
all i could do was hum in response, the action sending vibrations straight to his dick
ā€œ fuck mel ..iā€™m so close baby your doing so goodā€
thatā€™s when i took it into my own hands to help him finish faster
even though he had my hair in his hand, i still bobbed my head up and down as fast as i could, causing him grown
the sounds went straight to my core, as i could feel my underwear getting more and more soaked by the second.
i hollowed my cheeks as i swirled my tongue around his tip which sent him over the edge
ā€œ ohh fuck fuck fuck ā€œ he squeezed his eyes shut and bucked up his hips as i felt his warm cum shoot down my throat
i swallowed all of it of course and stuck out my tongue to show him ā€œ good girl ā€œ he praised as he patted my cheek ā€œare you okay?ā€
ā€œyeah. but now iā€™m really hornyā€ i huffed, trying to catch my breath
ā€œ you want me to fuck you?ā€ he asks nonchalantly like he wasnā€™t just face fucking me a second ago
ā€œ please matt ā€œ i tilted my head looking at him
ā€œ cmere. ā€œ he motioned me over with his hand i laid down infront of him, still in my bra and panties
ā€œ take these off for me hm?ā€ i immediately did as told and threw my things to where everything else was
he was now hovering over me and we were making out once again when i felt mattā€™s hand find its way to my clit
he moved his thumb slowly , adding pressure every second
i moaned into the kiss and i felt him smirk against my lips, my sounds boosting his ego
he placed his other two fingers in between my flaps, running them up and down until he stuck them fully in.
ā€œ shit! ā€œ i yelled due to the pleasure, but i was quick to cover my mouth, remembering the setting weā€™re in
i moaned into my hand as his fingers moved in and out of my soaking pussy by the second, his rings adding more to the experience.
i felt myself get close and i started to clench around his fingers, which he knew it meant i was about to cum, he all of a sudden removed his fingers as he sucked on them all while looking me in my eyes
he grabbed his dick which was already fully hard again, sliding the tip in between my folds making me wince
ā€œ please matt ..ā€ i choked out, my mind was so clouded i could barley form a full sentence.
ā€œ you ready?ā€ he asked me before i nodded and he shoved himself inside of me, all of him.
i gasped as my mouth fell agape but no sound came out, he leaned down as he thrusted into me leaving kisses on my neck
i dug my nails into his back as i closed my eyes, clinging onto matt for some sort of support
ā€œ fuck mel ā€œ he grunted ā€œ oh shit you feel so good babyā€ he whined into the crook of my neck
my back arched as i left marks all down mattā€™s neck as he left marks all over my neck
i paused for a moment and thought about how matt reacted when i had called him prettier earlier, i wondered if he had a praise kink? fuck it letā€™s see
i flipped us over and he just went with it, not saying anything about it
ā€œ my turn pretty boy ā€œ i joked around, not expecting to earn a reaction from matt
ā€œ oh fuck mel..can you say that again ā€œ he said with eyes closed, his hands on my waist once more
ā€œ why should i?ā€ i teased him and tilted my head
before he could answer i grabbed his chin and forced him to look at me, ā€œ look at me when iā€™m talking to youā€
ā€œs..sorryā€ he could barley talk. and i liked it.
MATTS POV
i sat there and watched as she fucked herself on my dick like what she called me just now hadnā€™t driven me insane
the way her tits bounced everytime she would move was perfect. and her dominance was driving me even more crazy.
i loved being dominant, but something about praise and doing as your told when theyā€™re completely destroying you is a different type of satisfaction.
everytime she kissed me, our bare chests would touch as i felt her soft tits rest against my chest
iā€™ve never been in this much pleasure ever in my life, i didnā€™t want it to end
END OF MATTS POV
i looked him dead in the eyes as i bounced up and down on his cock, enjoying the faces he was making to try and contain his noises
watching him squirm under me or jolt his hips up whenever he wanted more and i wasnā€™t going fast enough was everything
pieces of his hair stuck to his forehead because he was sweating and his body felt warm
his eyes were squeezed shut and his eyebrows were furrowed while his mouth was open, he was a whimpering mess
everytime i would slam myself back down onto his dick, it would hit my g-spot perfectly and he fit so well.
ā€œ your doing so good, fuck your dick is big babyā€œ i praised as i threw my head back, the sentence earning small moans from him
i felt his cock twitch inside me and thatā€™s when i knew he was close, he muttered out a weak sentence
ā€œ im ..im closeā€ he whined as he looked at me with pleading eyes, waiting for my approval
ā€œ go ahead baby. fill me upā€ i spoke as i leaned down to kiss him on his neck, while his thrusts grew sloppier by the second
he looked at me before connecting our lips, when i felt his load inside me causing him to moan into the kiss as he jolted his hips forward, now he was in as deep as possible and i loved it
ā€œ you okay?ā€ i asked looking at him, smirking slightly
all he could do was nod his head. slut.
i knew i was close to my release, even though he had just finished and he would be sensitive, he can take it.
i continued my motions, moving up and down along his newly sensitive dick as he whined from the overstimulation
ā€œ fuck melanie i cant..ā€ he looked at me
ā€œ yes you can, and you will.ā€ i looked back at him through the strands of hair that had fallen
he nodded and tried his best to thrust harder but i spoke up, ā€œ no i got it. let me do this for youā€ i said out of breath
he smiled and relaxed himself as he held my waist
the knot in my stomach was building up and i was about to cum
ā€œ mel ā€œ he spoke in between breaths ā€œ im almost there ā€œ he looked at me with guilt because of how fast he was about to finish
ā€œitā€™s okay baby im there to, cum with meā€ i leaned down to kiss him as he came inside me for a second time
the knot in my stomach snapped as i slowed down on his dick, i moaned and had to catch my breath as i checked to see if he was good
i stood up as he pulled out slowly, grabbing his boxers and changing while he admired me as i changed back into my clothes
he sat down as he waited for me to finish changing, resting his head on his hand
ā€œ your fucking beautiful mel ā€œ he said while his eyes scanned my body ā€œand i wanna see you againā€œ he continued
i giggled and turned around while pulling up my pants, ā€œthanks pretty boyā€ i sarcastically joked
his face flushed a light pink color making me chuckle before i finished my sentence
ā€œ on a serious note though, i wanna see you again to. i like youā€ i said while making my way over to matt
ā€œ i like you toā€ he smiled and wrapped his arm around me as i sat down next to him, leaning my head on his shoulder
summer camp isnā€™t total shit i guess .
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Strangers Like Me (Orm Marius x Reader)
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A/N: I love Orm so, so much, and I've wanted to write for him since my major obsession with the first movie back in 2019. The sequel was everything I could have wanted for his character, and now that he's had the perfect open ending to his cinematic story, I finally let the inspiration run wild. This is the longest fic I've ever posted, and I'm proud to say he was the muse that inspired it.
Description: Orm Marius/Ocean Master x Fem!Reader (human), friends to lovers | Warnings: suggestive themes, steaminess at the end, cataclysmic levels of fluff throughout | Setting: after The Lost Kingdom | Word count: 5.8k
Gif credit: userĀ acecroft
Imagine Orm opening up to you about who he truly is, and wanting to be part of your world
If someone had asked you a few months ago where you liked to be most, you wouldn't have said the boardwalk. Now, it'd become your favorite place in the world. Not for the noisy crowds, overpriced deep-fried foods, or vendors overflowing with cheap beachwear and souvenirs for the tourists. Those things you could have done without. That is, until you met Orm. Ever since that fateful day, everything around you had transformed into something new and exciting. Today was no different.
"I can't believe you've never had a corn dog before," you say.
Orm walks alongside you, well into his second serving. "And I can't believe something this abysmal in appearance can taste so good," he replies before taking another bite.
"Seriously, what have you been eating all this time?" you ask, wiping the mustard from the corner of your mouth with a napkin.
He swallows before answering, "Fish, mostly."
He was completely serious, as usual.
"You really love seafood, don't you?"
"Where I'm from, it's just called food," he counters.
Once again, you found yourself wanting to ask where exactly that place was. The last time you inquired yielded little insight. He gave a vague reply to the tune of "somewhere far away" and quickly changed the subject. For a while, you'd assumed he was originally European or something like that. Yet the more time went on, the more difficult it became to believe in that explanation. There must be a reason he did not want to talk about it, and you knew when he was ready, he would probably tell you. Still, you couldn't help but wonder where he had come from, and why he had not showed up sooner.
"So, what did you think of your first corn dog?" you ask instead.
"It was excellent. And I imagine it will not be my last," he says, tossing the stick into a trashcan as you walk by, "I still don't understand the name though, if it's not made of dog."
"Me either, honestly," you laugh as you toss your trash as well, "I'll have to look it up sometime."
"Speaking of, I listened to the singer you told me about."
"You did? What did you think?!" you exclaim, almost bumping into a passerby in your excitement.
"She is quite good, vocally. But I do think Ms. Parton would have more success exposing her rival publicly," he suggests.
"I know you're not talking about Jolene right now," you burst out laughing, covering your mouth.
"Indeed. This Jolene is a siren. She lures men with her wiles, and then goes unpunished because of her beauty," he explains wholeheartedly, holding his arms behind his back.
"Well that's the point of the song. Dolly is calling her out," you remind, "Plus what about her man? Shouldn't he get some of the blame? Falling for Jolene when he's already in a relationship? I mean come on, he's talking about her in his sleep. That's pretty low."
"Indeed, he misses the treasure that is right in front of him because he too has no honor," he expounds, his expression turning thoughtful, "You're right. Ultimately, they're deserving of each other."
"See! I told you," you chuckle victoriously.
Orm shakes his head, "I could not be tempted by such a woman."
"Oh, I don't know. You heard Dolly. Her beauty is 'beyond compare'."
"That is merely a facade," he dismisses, waving his hand, "Besides, I have seen far more beautiful than her."
You're about to inquire about his remark, but then you realize he's looking over at you. You can only hold his attentive gaze a moment before averting your eyes toward your feet, heart fluttering.
The previous moment still hanging heavy in the air, you walk together quietly for a minute before Orm stops in front of a beachwear vendor.
"Now that is amusing," he declares.
You backup a couple of steps to stand alongside him, "What is?"
He points to a pink tee shirt, the image of a mermaid riding on the back of a smiling dolphin printed on the front. "Dolphins are actually quite aggressive. They do not enjoy having riders on their backs. Sharks are much better mounts."
You stare at him, brow furrowed. "And how do you know that exactly?"
"I, uh, saw it on a television program," he stutters, "about taming sea life."
That was a lie if you'd ever heard one, and a strange one no less.
"Uh-huh," you reply unconvinced, walking away.
In silence, you resume your short walk to the end of the dock, Orm trailing close behind you. Once you reach the end, you lean over and rest your arms on the weathered wood railing, and he stands beside you. A few moments pass as you watch the waves crash upon the shore below and breathe in the salt air. It's not long before you feel his gaze on you once again.
He finally speaks, hesitation thick in his voice, "Something...on your mind?"
You smirk to yourself before looking over at him, "I'm just trying to figure you out."
"What do you mean?" he asks, concern visible in his bright eyes.
"I've never met anyone like you before. So much of what you say is a mystery," you remark.
"That is a fair point," he concedes, "I don't wish to vex you. There's just...so much that I don't know how to say."
You stand up straighter, smiling at him softly.
"I didn't mean it as a bad thing. Everyone has parts of themselves that they hide. Parts they don't want anyone else to see. There's nothing wrong with that," you reply, turning towards the ocean, "You don't like talking about your past, and I respect that. I just don't want you to think you have to hide. It's awful feeling like you don't belong, just for being yourself. I wouldn't want that for you."
"That is kind of you to say. Truly." He mirrors your posture on the railing, moving closer to you as a result. "You don't make me want to hide, Y/N. Quite the opposite, actually. I've learned so many things from you these past few weeks, and I have greatly enjoyed your company."
You look back to him, your heart skipping, "So have I."
His gaze softens. "I've also never met anyone like you before. You find joy and purpose in even the smallest of things. It inspires me how gracefully you view the world. And I've known no one whom I've wanted to share it with more."
Everything else around you melted away as you find yourself becoming just as lost in his eyes as you've been in his words.
Before either of you can move an inch closer, the chime of your cellphone cuts through the thick air between you.
Cursing inwardly, you shoot upright, embarrassed, and retrieve it from your pocket. It's an all-caps text from your sister with many exclamation marks, quickly followed by another. The sister you just now realized you forgot needed picked up.
"Oh no. I have to go," you say, frenzied, "My sister's waiting for me. I have to drive her home from her class, I completely forgot!"
"I understand," he nods, touching your arm assuringly, "Do you want me to accompany you back to the lot?"
"I really appreciate it, but I literally have to run. I'm so sorry, Orm," you say, turning to leave.
You make it only a few steps before you hear him call out.
"Y/N!"
Despite the urgency of your escape, you can't help but turn on your heel expectantly.
"Would you meet me tomorrow? Down on the beach, beneath the pier around sunset?"
A grin spreads across your face. "I'll be there!"
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It took everything in you not to grin like an idiot the entire drive to pick up your less-than-amused sister. You weren't ready for the brutal interrogation that would surely come if she saw the look you knew was on your face. After apologizing to her profusely and letting her chew you out, as was her sisterly right, her suspicions were already raised.
"You've never looked this happy for me to yell at you," she said, glaring at you.
"I'm just really enjoying my book! I started the sequel I told you about," you defended, flashing a smile even you knew was pretty fake.
"Enough to forget all about me," she rolled her eyes and punched your arm, "You're not telling me something, I know it."
"I'm dying to know if she's really the lost heir to the throne, I heard the reveal is like halfway through," you add, ignoring her last words.
"Mhm," she grumbled, "Fine don't tell me. I'll figure it out, just wait. You can't hide from me."
"The only thing I need to hide from you is my chocolate bars," you argue in a desperate attempt to throw her off the subject.
"I'll find those too," she snickered confidently.
You laughed it off and went back to biting down hard on your lip. It was the only thing you could do not to spill everything to her as she continued to give you the side-eye. Your body was at the steering wheel, but your mind, and your heart, were back on that boardwalk. The final glare she gave you in her driveway was unmissable, but for now, you'd evaded being found out as you made a getaway back to your own apartment.
That night you'd hardly slept, the moment at the end of the dock replaying in your mind over and over well into the morning. Work only made it worse, the monotony making the perfect backdrop to picture what the coming evening would bring. When your shift ended, you couldn't get out of there fast enough to go home and change.
Now, with sunset fast approaching, you were circling the parking lot trying to find a space, and close to bribing someone to move, when a spot finally opened up.
"Someone loves me," you exhale, hurriedly locking your car as you throw your bag over your shoulder.
The words linger in your thoughts. You can't help but blush at the notion, given your current destination, and who was waiting there.
In some ways it seemed like a lifetime since you met Orm, and in others it felt like only yesterday. The memory of that fateful day comes to the front of your thoughts as you start the long trek to the path that cuts through the dunes.
Unlike your fib from last night, you'd actually been desperate to finish the book your coworker had been pestering you about all summer. With only four chapters left, you'd escaped to the boardwalk one sunny Tuesday afternoon, hoping to find a bench, a fresh lemonade, and far less crowds than the weekend so that you could finally finish in peace.
Just as you'd sucked up the last drop of your drink and reached the last handful of pages, you noticed something out of the corner of your eye. On a bench across the way from you, you saw a man trying to untangle the most knotted pair of earbuds you'd ever seen in your life. You watched him from behind the top of your book, and suppressed a giggle as he became more animated in frustration. He ran a hand through his blond hair and seemed near to giving up on the whole endeavor. Unable to watch him struggle any longer, you tucked your book beneath your arm, tossed your empty cup in the trash, and started to walk over.
"He did this on purpose," he muttered as you approached.
"I can take a crack at them, if you'd like."
In his fierce concentration, he hadn't noticed you approach. He jumped a bit at your greeting, and squinted up at you, confused.
"Hi. Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Would you like some help with those?" you smiled hesitantly, "I just, I couldn't help but notice you were having a hard time with them."
"Well, you are welcome to try," he invited with a sigh, extending them to you, "Although I have seen seaweed less entangled than this."
You took them and sat down beside him, analyzing the knots.
"Earbuds are pretty notorious for getting tangled," you began, pausing to focus a moment, "These, however, look like a sailor used them to practice tying his knots."
"Courtesy of my brother," he said with no small amount of exasperation, "He delights in making things difficult for me."
"As brothers are wont to do."
"Indeed," he conceded.
Untying your own numerous pairs of earbuds over the years had more than prepared you for this moment. You'd made quick work of separating the right and left buds, down to the last few kinks in each.
"You're quite skilled at this," he observed.
"I should probably put it on my resume, huh?" you chuckled as you conquered the final knot.
"I think you might consider it," he laughed as well.
At last, all the tangles were gone.
"There you go," you declared, handing them back, "Good as new."
"Impressive," he remarked, marveling at your handiwork before looking back at you, "Thank you for your assistance."
"You're welcome," you smiled and pointed to the iPod in his lap, "What do you like to listen to, if you don't mind me asking?"
He hesitated, picking it up, "I'm...not actually sure how this device works. Are you familiar with the technology?"
"An iPod?" you laugh, "Yeah, I had one in high school. It's been a while and it wasn't this exact model, but they're all pretty much the same. MP3 players, that is. I had so many songs on mine, I couldn't add any more. Never went anywhere without it. I had to tape it together in senior year because I used it so much."
"Perhaps you could show me how to properly operate it?" he posed, turning towards you more, "My brother sent it to me. He said it contains music inside that I must hear, but I'm at a loss on knowing how to make it play."
You gazed at him bewildered a moment, caught off guard. Never had you met anyone who didn't know how to work an iPod before. But then again, you reminded yourself, not everyone had a chance to own one.
"Sure," you grinned, "I can show you. There's not too much to it, really, once you know the basics."
"Thank you," he replied sincerely, "It's not often that I've met a lady with such kindness, and lightness of fingers."
Heat immediately rushed to your cheeks at his gracious works, and suddenly it was difficult to hold the gaze of his rich blue eyes.
"It's no problem at all," you replied, offering your hand, "I'm Y/N, by the way. Nice to meet you."
"I'm Orm Marius, and the pleasure is mine."
Before you could blink, he'd taken your hand, and instead of shaking it, he kissed your knuckles. If he had lingered, perhaps it would have alarmed you. But he did it so quickly, it was like it was second-nature to him. Practiced or not, your head spun nonetheless, and launching into an urgent, flustered spiel about how to power on the iPod was all you could do to keep yourself held together.
You spent the next half an hour showing him everything from the buttons to the way to change the background image on the menus. Before long, you were talking about all of your favorite songs and artists, simultaneously making lists for each that he would have to listen to. Orm listened eagerly to your recommendations, and soon the conversation turned to any and every subject, from foods to places to dreams. You still remember the feeling of the rest of the world fading away as you talked to him, afternoon turning to evening. And the thrill you felt when he asked if he could see you again.
In the almost four months since, every meeting followed much in the same manner as that first day, with introducing Orm to the many things he'd never experienced before, and hours of conversation on the pier or walking along the beach. You'd stolen away to this area as many times as possible to see him, well over a dozen now. Of course your sister was more suspicious than ever after yesterday, but you still weren't ready to reveal where you'd been spending so many evenings, and who you'd spent them with. There was something exhilarating about you and Orm meeting secretly, and you wanted that feeling to last as long as possible.
He had such wonder about the world, like someone who'd not been in it very long. It was one of his oddest qualities, but his curiosity was endearing to you. Despite knowing so little about his past, you'd come to trust him like few others in your life. Whoever he'd been before, and wherever he was from, it seemed he had no intention on going back. If you were honest with yourself, you didn't want him to. There were so many places you wanted to take him further inland, yet he was still hesitant to go far from from the ocean. You'd never gone beyond a couple of blocks from the boardwalk together, but tonight, with the energy of yesterday's encounter fresh in your mind, you'd planned to breech the topic with him.
Now, the sun is sinking lower in the pale orange sky and your pulse quickens with the threat of being late. With all your reminiscing and daydreaming, you'd lost track of the time. You nearly run across the wooden walkway over the dunes and down the broad stairs. As soon as your feet hit the sand, you remove your sandals. Grasping them in one hand and the strap of your bookbag in the other, you take off into the best sprint you can manage. The pier is still a good distance up the beach, and you want to curse out whoever built the access so far away. You run at an angle towards the water, the wetter ground giving you better traction than the loose sand.
Just within the shadow of the great structure, you finally see Orm up ahead, his back turned. Out of breath, you slow your pace and try to catch some of it back before you reach him. Once he's within ear shot you call out to him.
"I'm sorry I left in such a hurry yesterday," you pant.
He spins on his heel. Relief is written all over his face.
"You came. I was afraid you might not," he sighs, walking up to meet you.
"Of course," you exhale, dropping your shoes and brushing away the hair clinging to your forehead, "Why wouldn't I?"
His expression indicates he had not thought of an answer to that question.
"I don't know," he hesitates, "I didn't mean anything by that. I mean, I wouldn't have blamed you if you hadn't. I did ask you at the last minute."
You can't help but chuckle as he stumbles regretfully all over his words.
"I brought you something," you declare to change the subject, much to his gratitude.
"A gift? For me?"
You can tell by his tone that he is actually baffled. Reaching into your satchel, you retrieve the item. In your outstretched palm, you hold a small snow globe, a miniature skyline of New York City contained inside.
His confused expression leads you to elaborate. "It's called a snow globe," you say, turning it upside down so that the little flakes inside swirl around, "You told me once that you never get to see snow where you're from. Now you can see it whenever you want."
He tentatively takes it, entranced by the miniature flurry.
"That's where I'm from. Well, I grew up there. We moved here when I was sixteen," you add, chuckling, "It's a little bit nicer in person."
Orm looks up at you, visibly touched by the gesture, "It's wonderful. Thank you."
"You're welcome," you smile, "I, hope that I can show you the real thing some day."
"I would like that," he replies with the smallest hint of sadness, pausing to behold it again, "I will treasure this always."
You'd never met anyone who talked like he did. Everything word he spoke was with full conviction. Others might sound pompous or conceited speaking the way he does, but when he said something, you believed he truly meant it.
"I'm glad you like it," you say, tucking your hair behind your ear.
"I do, very much," he says, frowning a bit, "I'm only sorry that I have nothing to give you in return."
"That's alright," you dismiss.
"Will you keep it safe for me while we are by the water? I regret that I have no pockets large enough to carry it."
"Absolutely," you say, putting it securely back inside your bag, "I know that feeling all too well."
When you finish with the zipper and lift your head up, you see Orm offering his arm to you. Surprised, and twice as excited, you take it.
As you cross beneath the pier and set off down the beach together, you suppress the urge to glance up at him. You agonize over what to say next, hoping he would speak first. When he did, it only made your heart beat faster.
"Actually, when I said I had nothing to give you, that was not entirely true," he said, clearing his throat before going on, "As much as I enjoy your educating me in foods and traditions I've never tried, I was hoping this evening we might enjoy a treat of a different kind."
Just up ahead, something on the shore comes into view. Your mind races in anticipation, and moments later, you come upon a blue blanket spread out neatly across the sand. A single white rose lies in the middle.
"Oh Orm," you breathe.
"It's not much, but I thought you would like to watch the sunset with at least some level of comfort," he says, a veil of nervousness in his voice.
"It's perfect," you exclaim.
He releases your arm and picks up the rose, presenting it to you.
"For you."
You feel nearly breathless once more as you take the flower and inhale its sweet fragrance.
"It's beautiful," you sigh, "Thank you."
He smiles timidly at your approval. "Shall we?"
"This is amazing," you say, removing your bag and carefully sitting down on the soft blanket.
He follows suit, and you gently place the rose in your lap as he comes to rest close beside you. The glow of the setting sun warms your skin, but it's nothing compared to the warmth in your chest.
You'd never seen him act like this before. He was normally so calm and collected, but now he was almost pure nerves. You work up the courage to glance over at him. He's staring hard ahead, clenching his jaw and rolling a seashell between his fingers. It's slowly becoming clear that you're not the only one who wanted to say something this evening. Normally, you found the rolling of the waves to be one of most soothing sounds in the world. But at this moment, they were far too loud.
You decide you have to break the excruciating silence.
"I've only watched a true beach sunset alone before."
Your voice brings him out from his trance. "I've also been by myself. I'm glad I have someone to share the splendor with."
"Me too."
He smiles weakly, and fixes his stare back on the horizon.
To your disappointment, the silence returns. Before long, everything is bathed in golden light. The sky transforms into rich oranges and reds before your eyes. The beach is surprisingly deserted apart from the seagulls and sand pipers, making it seem all the more that this moment was tailor-made just for the two of you.
Just when you're about to speak again, Orm at last turns towards you.
"I wish I could show you my world, Y/N. It is a realm of beauty, and strength, and light. You belong in such a place."
You feel your cheeks flush as he continues.
"Where I'm from, you can't see the stars at night. But there is a place with magnificent, glowing lights. A cave, filled with luminescence of every color you can imagine. You would absolutely love it."
"That sounds magical." You hang on his every word as you try to picture it.
"My mother used to take me there when I was a boy. I remember my whole hand disappearing inside hers." He smiled at the memory, but it faded as he spoke once more, "We used to go there seeking solace from my father."
Frowning, he throws the seashell towards the water. The sun begins to dissolve into the ocean, but neither of you take notice.
"Did you not get along?" you ask, hoping it was not too personal to do so.
His gaze falls downward again. "That's one way of putting it. Growing up in his shadow was- challenging. He was severe about many things, and against all of the rest. He expected me to become just like him. Demanded it, more like. Yet he was never up to the task of teaching me how. I wanted nothing more than to please him, but as I look back on it now, I'm not sure that I ever did. I was never worthy enough to be his son."
His words make your chest ache. You reach to gently touch his hand on the blanket.
"You are not an unworthy son," you assert, your feelings coming to the surface, "He was an unworthy father. I don't need to have met him to know that. Because I know you, and you are a good man. The most thoughtful, polite, decent man I've ever met."
He stares at you, emotion all over his face. A wistful look shines in his eyes.
"If only I had known you then," he reflects, "Perhaps I would not have gotten so lost in the tides of his storm."
"I wish I had known you too," you agree, more shyly than you'd expected, "But wouldn't have needed me. You already survived it, all on your own. You're stronger than he ever was."
His expression steels.
"Y/N, there is something I must tell you," he says, his tone turning grave, "It will not be easy for you to hear it, but I can't go on without you knowing what I am. I cannot hide it any longer. You deserve to know the truth."
Your heart starts to race quicker than your thoughts at his startling declaration. "What do you mean?"
Without warning, he casts off his jacket and stands up.
"Orm, what are you talking about?"
"Perhaps, it would be better if I showed you," he says, reaching out his hand to you, "I want you to understand. No more secrets."
For just a moment, you look up into his pleading eyes. Then, as if it had even been a choice, you carefully set the rose aside and take his hand. He helps you to your feet and leads you down past the water's edge. The cool water on your feet sends a shiver up your spine. The foam is lapping at your ankles when he stops just in front of you.
"You see that marker?" he points ahead.
The breeze whips your hair into your sight as you fight to push it away. You have to squint to see the outline of the buoy, the red light on top twinkling faintly in the twilight.
"Yes," you hesitate.
"Keep your eye on it," he directs calmly.
With that one instruction, he retreats further into the water, stopping until it is well above his waist. You cross your arms against the chill of sea spray and wait worriedly. He looks up and down the beach, as if to make sure no one is watching. You are still alone. Before you can call out to him, he dives headlong into the waves.
What follows you can only describe as a thunder beneath the water. It looks as if a missile has been launched from where Orm stood, careening toward the marker. Mere seconds later, a blast like a whale spout shoots above the horizon, and the buoy rocks violently as it is landed upon by the figure that flew up out of the sea.
A gasp escapes from your agape mouth as you witness the silhouette wave at you, and proceed to dive back into the blue.
Three pounding heartbeats later, Orm immerges from the surf and walks toward you, slicking back his dripping hair. His tee shirt clings to his muscular form, and his soaked jeans don't seem to encumber him at all. You're frozen in the sand, staring at him with only one word on your parted lips.
"How..."
"There's no simple way to say it, but you must know. I am from the Kingdom of Atlantis," he confesses, struggling to hold your stare, "I am Prince Orm Marius, son of Queen Atlanna. Although I was once ruler, I made many mistakes during my time on the throne for which I was banished. My penance is served by my exile here on the surface. I deserve my fate, and I gladly uphold it, but it is not something I wanted to keep from you any longer. I'm sorry that I was not honest with you sooner, but I didn't think that I could trust any surface-dweller with my secret. I was...proven wrong."
"You're a real Atlantean?" you manage to get out.
"I am," he nods, apprehension still in his voice, "I was raised to hate the surface and its inhabitants, but much has changed. You, Y/N, have had no small part in that."
Despite your reeling head, it's slowly becoming clear what Orm is saying by this grand unveiling of his true identity. As you struggle to process it, however, your silence compels him to go on.
"If all of this is too much, I understand. It is my burden to bear, and you did not ask to be part of it."
"I-It's not that," you stammer as the shock starts to wear off. You step closer to him. "Not at all. It's just a lot to take in. I need a minute, that's all. I promise."
Hope lights up his eyes.
"Absolutely," he agrees eagerly, "I apologize, I know this reveal was sudden. Please ask any questions that you have. I will withhold nothing from you."
As you finally begin look at him instead of through him, only one question lodged in your throat.
"Why?" you ask through threatening tears, "Why did you tell me all this?"
You knew why, because it was the same reason you wanted to tell him all of your own secrets. The same reason you came back to this beach over and over. The same reason your heart skipped every time you saw his handsome face, and heard him speak your name. You just wanted to hear him say it. For any of this to work, you needed to hear it.
His anxious gaze softens as he weighs his answer.
"I meant every word of what I told you yesterday. When I'm with you, I see a future that I never thought I would deserve. You make me feel like I can be more than I've ever been. And for the first time in my life, I have felt true happiness," he says, finding the words along with his conviction, "I never thought I would belong anywhere but Atlantis, but now, I want to know more about this world and its many gifts. And most of all, I want you to be by my side to show it to me."
"I want that too," you respond, tears threatening.
He gently takes your hand in his. "Even after all that I've done, part of me hoped that I might find some kind of redemption here on the surface. I wasn't sure how, and then I met you," he says tearfully, searching your eyes, "Y/N, you gave me that hope. Your goodness, your charity, your beauty. This realm has much to offer, more than I ever dreamed, but you are what I love most about the surface. From that very first day we spoke, I knew that you were what I was meant to find here."
Your vision blurs as he reaches to gently stroke your cheek.
"All of that to say...I've fallen in love with you, Y/N."
A sob escapes your throat as you look into his eyes and see it.
"I fell for you too. From the first day," you nod, finding your own confidence, "Being Atlantean doesn't change that. I don't care about who you've been or what you've done. I want to be with you. I love you too, Orm."
His composure crumbles along with yours as you embrace. The distance between you vanishes as your lips meet in a desperate kiss. You rest your hands on his chest and melt into his touch. He sighs and deepens the kiss, pulling you close against him. You feel the coolness of this still-dripping clothes soak through to your skin as you become lost in the taste of salt and longing. When you're forced to come up for air, you're both beaming.
"I've wanted to do that for so long," he smiles, caressing your face.
"Me too," you giggle, lacing your arms around his neck, "What did you think of your first surface-dweller kiss?"
"Not too bad. I think I'll have to try it again before I decide if I really like it," he smirks.
"Well, if you get me out of this frigid water, I'll see what I can do about that," you tease back.
"Now that I can do," he announces.
You shriek in surprise as he swiftly lifts you from the water and into his arms as if you weighed nothing at all. He chuckles in amusement and carries you bridal style back toward the shore.
"Orm!" you protest, in an obviously half-hearted fashion.
"I have to admit, concealing my Atlantean strength has been considerably more difficult than I anticipated," he reveals, wincing a bit, "I intended to bring a bottle of wine tonight as well, but- the glass here is far weaker than what I'm accustomed to."
You laugh. "Well, it's the thought that counts."
"I'm glad you think so. Because I thought since I'm responsible for us missing the best part of the sunset, that perhaps we could lie under the stars instead?" he suggests, setting you down gently on your feet upon the blanket.
"I would love to," you say, looking up at him, "But aren't you freezing in those clothes?"
"I'm used to it," he shrugs, "I don't think I feel the cold the same as you."
"In that case," you say, pulling him closer into a tender kiss, "What do you think about that?"
He grins.
"It was perfect, and I'm certain it will not be my last."
You no longer feel the chill as you cling to him, and he rests his forehead to yours. It didn't matter where the tides of life would take you next. As long as Orm was there to hold you in the waves, you would always be in your favorite place.
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pokemongymsmashorpass Ā· 2 months ago
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bibibbon Ā· 8 months ago
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MHA mustard deserved better
Mustard is a character that many of us forget but surprisingly his character really stuck to me for some reason.
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Mustard is around 13-14 years old and was part of the training camp attack. His quirk is known as gas and looks very similar to midnight it also has a very similar effect to midnight's. I think that it's such a shame that his story was never explored and that we never got much of what happend to him. We don't even see him in the final arc. All we are told is that mustard is captured by the police after the attack and is then imprisoned to never seen him again.
I think that if MHA wanted to truly and properly redeem villains or explore the idea why villains became the way they are we should of gotten more exploration when it came to mustard. You can easily assume that mustard probably had a horrible life that drove him to villainy because how is it that you become a villain and don't have enough of anything to change out of your middle school uniform. How is it that a 13-14 year old knows how to wield a gun and there are so many more questions like how was mustard treated?
Personally I would have it so that we are shown more about mustard. How did he end up where he is? How did shigaraki even allow him to join? Did he somehow stumble or was in the wrong place at the wrong time and just got swept by the crowd? Who taught him how to wield a gun? And so many other questions to build his character. Mustard felt like an empty character with wasted potential. From the little amount of screentime we can tell that he acts like a child and is a bit annoying like a middle schooler would be but he definitely acts,fights and does so many more things above his age. I personally would be more interested in a tiny arc to explore how society failed mustard. Why is his name mustard anyway? He is one of the only characters who we don't know his real name so does that mean mustard could of been a name a bully gave him?
For some reason thinking about the character of mustard distinctly reminds me of middle school Izuku midoriya. They seem ironically similar in a wayšŸ¤·ā€ā™€ļø.
Also can we talk about how after he gets captured nothing really happens. Like where does mustard go? He is too young to go to prison so does MHA have something equivalent to a delinquent center or juvenile detention? Do they just let mustard rot in jail? Does mustard have a family that tried to fight his case? Did the family get any backlash (like toga's family)? So many questions to think about. Was there or could of there been a rehabilitation programme out up for mustard. Like mustard is young and shows a lot of signs that say "society failed me" or something similar so was there or could of there been something similar to that.
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I personally think we should of gotten some mustard and midnight interactions. They have similar quirks with similar effects one became a hero the other a villain they don't have many differences I wonder if midnight struggled with her quirk I wonder how she would interact with mustard.
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yoyomomiko Ā· 8 days ago
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TYSM 4 THE HEADCANONS U DID I LOVE THAT MAN SM I WAMT TO TAKE HIM AND PUT HIM IN MY POCKET OR BAG LIKE RAMONA FLOWERS HAD SCOTT IN HER BAG AND TALE HIM EVERYWHERE WOTH ME I WJBABWHWHAHABWHAHAHWH.
i love him.im SO normal abt him.
also ik that halloween is over...but... halloween headcanons with him?šŸ¤ØšŸ¤­
-šŸ‘» anon(thats how ill go from now on ig-)
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Pairings: Daisuke x F!reader (gender isn't implied but like that's what I had in mind while writing this)
HC: costumes, pumpkin carving and scary stories!!
Warnings: a little bit cringe, super short mb gang, a bit rushed. not proofread, probably contains grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language!!
(A/N): YOU'RE SO REAL FOR THAT, and anywaysss, ask and you shall receivešŸ˜‹ btw I don't celebrate Halloween so like... I hope it's accuratešŸ˜¢ Also I'm so sorry that this is short but like yeahšŸ˜” -> m.list
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ā˜…COSTUMES
Even with limited resources aboard the Tuplar, Daisuke WILL find a way to make Halloween happen.
He's gonna have to get creative along with you because he loves you and wants to include youšŸ”„
He's probably only gonna be able to craft a makeshift vampire cape from an old maintenance tarp or something
And you'll probably make a witch hat from scrap fabric, or pretty much whatever you want to be. The witch costume was his suggestion btw he told me that himself
Daisuke's gonna promise you that when you two are back on land he's gonna make Halloween super special for you, and actually buy or make better costumes!!
IF you're on land, prepare to have the best (just feed into his delusions atp) couple costumes ever
He'd probably suggest something simple like Mario and Princess Peach
But if he's feeling silly he's gonna want to be ketchup for Halloween and you will not be able to turn him away from that idea no matter what. You will have to be mustard.
ā˜…PUMPKIN CARVING
He's gonna be so sad that he won't be able to carve a pumpkin on the shipšŸ˜¢
He's probably gonna make it out of paper and you two will cut out a face!!
Truth be told he's a bit disappointed that he won't be able to carve a REAL pumpkin, but he's together with you and that's all that matters.
Again, promises you that he's gonna carve as many pumpkins as you want the moment you're back on land.
IF you're on land, Daisuke will genuinely be so excited and silly about carving the pumpkins
Why did I say pumpkins instead of pumpkin? Because he's carving more than one.
He probably saw those dumb pumpkin faces on the internet and he WILL take part of the trend and make their faces look so silly
And you're gonna laughšŸ˜¤
ā˜…SCARY STORIES
UGH he loves these so much
He prefers to be the one who's telling the stories ngl
And he like, acts out exaggerated parts to make you giggle
Daisuke WILL randomly flinch while telling a scary story and you'll mist probably jump.
The stories told by him are either super funny or the most horrifying and gruesome thing you've ever heard other than the name Jimmy
And he'll say that WITH A SMIRK ON HIS FACE LIKE DAMN
If you're still a bit scared after he finishes the story, GET READY. He's gonna wait for you to be alone and jump at you randomly or just straight up make you scream
Another thing he loves is at night when you two are under the blankets and he just randomly starts whispering a "horror" story
This ALWAYS ends up in you two sleeping together and cuddled up close with blankets over you so you can barely breathe.
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ā˜…yoyomiko ā˜…miko
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Jjk characters reactions to you coming out
itā€™s pride month, this came to mind. Here you go friends. (Itadori, Fushiguro, Kugisaki, Inumaki)
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Itadori Yuji:
ā€œHuh?ā€
He will need some elaborating
He just doesnā€™t know what it means šŸ˜­
Pan? Trans? Bi? He has no clue what these words mean
Bear with him cuz youā€™ll have to explain
But once heā€™s got it, itā€™s all aces
ā€œOh, cool!ā€
Heā€™ll definitely start buying rainbow stuff for you
ā€œI got you these cuz I know youā€™re gay šŸ˜šā€
Itā€™s the thought that counts
If you change your pronouns, he might struggle a bit, but heā€™s certainly got the spirit!
ā€œHER PRONOUNS ARE THEY/THEMā€
The biggest ally
If anyone acts homophobic or transphobic towards you, heā€™s on a rampage
Heā€™ll wear a pin of your pride flag
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Fushiguro Megumi:
ā€œOkā€
He doesnā€™t care
If you want him to make it a bigger deal he will, but he doesnā€™t think it matters much
If anyone is mean to you about it, though, he will defend you
ā€œWhat did you just say?ā€
Death stare
He gets so irked when people are homophobic/transphobic
Cuz in his mind it literally doesnā€™t matter?
Like why is it any of his business who anyone likes
Besides, the closet is made of glass for this man šŸ„±
If youā€™re insecure about it, heā€™ll definitely try his best to support you
He bought you the target pride merchā€¦
HEā€™S TRYING
Heā€™d definitely help you do research if you were looking for a binder or tape or anything of the sort.
ā€œDonā€™t buy that brand, theyā€™re not durable.ā€
Heā€™s very helpful
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Kugisaki Nobara:
ā€œThanks for telling me!ā€
Shes very kind
She understands that this can be a touchy subject, so she lets you know that she supports you.
If youā€™re transfem, sheā€™d help you with clothing brands, makeup, all that stuff.
ā€œThat is not your shade. Here, try this one.ā€
Sheā€™d love to help you with makeup, or buy clothes with you.
If people call you any slurs or names, you best believe Nobara is handling it šŸ˜­
ā€œYou scumbag!ā€
Like it doesnā€™t even matter if they apologized, she donā€™t care šŸ˜­
Sheā€™d definitely slap Itadori around if he accidentally said anything rude
Sheā€™d go to all the pride events with you if you wanted her to
Youā€™re holding all her bags though
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Inumaki Toge:
ā€œSalmonā€
Yea he clocked you
He is NOT surprised
He nods and gives you a thumbs up
Heā€™ll give you some goofy pop up card that shoots out glitter and says something like ā€˜be who you areā€™ or ā€˜love is loveā€™
He wonā€™t react to any mean people.
Heā€™ll just glare, and pull you along
He doesnā€™t think itā€™s worth wasting time on someone like that
ā€œMustard Leaf.ā€
Heā€™ll be especially frustrated with his limited speech in a situation where you need reassurance
Heā€™ll go overboard and buy you all the rainbow things
Like he just comes over one day, arms full of bags, and itā€™s all pride merch
They wonā€™t even be your flag, he just thought they looked nice šŸ˜­
If you want him to go to any pride parades, heā€™ll definitely go with you.
ā€œTuna tunaā€
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hayleythecannibal Ā· 11 months ago
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Twisted Minds incorrect Quotes (this will be out of pocket)
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Hannibal: Are you a painting? Y/N: What-? Hannibal: Because I want to pin you to a wall. Will: OH GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY YOU WANTED TO HANG THEM OR SOMETHING-
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Y/N: Will, Iā€™m afraid. Will: Just stay close to Hannibal. Y/N: That's why Iā€™m afraid.
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Y/N: Hi, sorry Iā€™m late. I was doing a couple of things and got distracted. Hannibal: Iā€™m ā€œa couple of thingsā€. Will: Iā€™m ā€œgot distractedā€.
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Y/N: I like your top, Will! Hannibal: I have a name, you know. Will: sighs Why. Why are you like this.
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Hannibal: So, what is Y/N to you? Alana: The reason I wake up every morning. Hannibal: ā€¦Thatā€™s adorable. Y/N earlier that morning, barging into Alanaā€²s room, smacking pans together: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!
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Jack: Who do we know that has handcuffs? Y/N: Well Will, Hannibal and I- Will: elbows Y/N Y/N: ā€¦wouldn't know. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Y/N: Everytime I hear someone talking about updog, Iā€™m torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help them complete their joke.
Will: Okay, but what is updog? Hannibal: Updog is a long sausage in a bun, often served with ketchup, mustard, onions, and/or relish. Jack: Not, thatā€™s a hot dog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released. Alana: No, that's an update. Youā€™re thinking of the fourth largest city in Sweden. Abigail: Surely, thatā€™s Uppsala, whereā€™s updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter. Y/N: Thatā€™s Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs. Jack: Youā€™re thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current. Hannibal: No, thatā€™s an updraft. An updog is the modern version of a henway. Will: Whatā€™s a henway?? Y/N: Oh, about five pounds.
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Y/N: Dumbest scar stories, go! Will: I burned my tongue once drinking tea. Hannibal: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and burned it. Jack: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade. Alana: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it on my hand and I got a really bad burn. Abigail: Abigail: I have emotional scars. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Y/N: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat? Will: >:O language Hannibal: Yeah watch your fucking language Jack: OKAY WHO TAUGHT HANNIBAL THE FUCK WORD? Alana: 'The fuck word'. Abigail: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time Hannibal: Oh my god they censored it Alana: Say fuck, Abigail. Hannibal: Do it, Abigail. Say fuck. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Y/N: We need to distract these guys Will: Leave it to me Will: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss. Hannibal, Jack, and Alana: Immediately begin arguing Abigail, watching in horror: Oh this. I donā€™t like this. I don't like this at all ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Y/N: WHY. why did you give Hannibal a KNIFE?! Will: Iā€™m sorry. They said they felt unsafe. Y/N: Now I feel unsafe! Will: Iā€™m sorry. Will: ... would you like a knife? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Y/N, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him Will: You did WHATā€“ Hannibal: William Snakepeare ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Y/N: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me. Will: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you? Y/N: Yes! Hannibal: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
AND THAT CONCLUDES ME DYING AS I MAKE THIS......NOW I HAVE TO GO WRITE CHAPTER 12.
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