#and she would never find new owners who love her as much bcs she’s a bastard. an asshole. menace.
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philoselene (k.h.j)
You weren’t sure what to think of Hongjoong, with his ever-changing hair and ever-growing piercings. He is the complete opposite of you, and you’re unsure of why he keeps gravitating toward you, or why he found an interest in you at all. Through his eyes though, he swears you’d be able to handle the weight of the moon if he were to pull it down for you.
or the one where hongjoong would do just about anything for you, and he can’t help but show it when he’s got you on top of him for the first time.
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WORDCOUNT― 6.2k
PAIRING― alt!stoner!hongjoong x afab reader
CONTENT― some weed smoking and moon gazing happen, a little bit of them struggling to translate their thoughts into words that make sense, very fluffy stuff, he’s a little shy about his body, service top hongjoong, first time together, intensely passionate smut
NOTE― just fyi, i know the description makes it seem like the reader is insecure. I can assure you, she is not. It’s just two people learning that they fit together like a puzzle, and wanting to know each other’s thought processes. anyway, im very in love with hongjoong and that’s why I basically just wrote comfort smut. BYE. not proof read so pls dont point out my typos, ill actually cry.
smut tags under cut::
smut tags― makeout sessions, they’re really really high so the experience is kind of slow motion, frottage, sweet-talking rather than dirty talking, brief mutual masturbation, missionary on a couch, he’s a service top but it’s not heavily described here bc like– he’s just hella into her and feels good no matter what she does, ummm, unprotected sex bc im lazy
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The man whose hair changes at each new moon cycle, the one who smells like winter but has the eyes of a smoldering flame spreading to a forest fire. Both his charm and his wit are entirely unmatched if anyone you’ve ever met in your life is to go by. His hands are the most gentle, and goddamn does he know how to dress to piss off the local business owners.
A new ear piercing for him usually meant heartbreak, be it a lost friend, a failed project, or even an incorrect lunch order at the run-down diner across town. Everything about Hongjoong is telling. He is not mysterious, nor does he want to be.
You, on the other hand, are the complete opposite in terms of how you carry yourself. You worry too much, your posture is slouched when it shouldn’t be, your confidence wavers more often than you’d like to admit, and you keep to yourself most of the time. Minimizing yourself, snuffing out any flame or glow that threatens to show to anyone less than a close friend. You dress much like your personality, muted.
This is why you question the dynamic on each date you end up on with Hongjoong. Dinner dates, movie dates, walks in the park. Normal. fucking. dates. The dynamic between the two of you is anything but natural to you. Time after time now, seeing him after sunset looking at you much like he would if he were seeking out constellations, you feel like you’re not a person meant to be looked at this way. You’ll never get used to another person wanting to spend this time with you, like they’re finding comfort in your silence. What do you have that seems to fulfill him?
Even now, six hours after the date started, you find yourself next to Hongjoong and his bright smile. The small rolled joint burned out minutes ago, and the dull city skyline bursts with pinks and purples from the sunset. His smile is one that is entirely soft and focused on you. All of his attention, on you. The one thing in the world you hate, he gives to you and makes you feel as though you don’t hate it nearly as much as you did before meeting him.
“Hongjoong,” You whisper into the brisk air, bumping your leg against his as he tilts his chin up as if to let you know he’s listening to whatever you want to say. “This is our– what? Seventh date?”
He nods with a hum.
“First time at my place though, so we can still call it a first date.” He offers, reaching his arms out and feeling the stretch of his muscles relax him. His arms fall back to his side and his eyes fall back on you.
Never have you had this many first dates, nor has any man treated each date as such.
“Why do you do that?” You laugh, slouching back against the weathered wicker couch, the balcony offering both the most wonderful and shitty view of the city.
“Do what?” He asks, turning slightly towards you with a curious look.
“Like, I don’t know,” you trail off, for some reason unable to look him in the eye as you continue to spiral into the slow and fuzzy high that his weed offers to you. He looks insanely attractive tonight, especially in this lighting. The colors somehow glow against his skin, contrasting with the dark and plush sweater he has on. It’s weathered much like this wicker furniture, but you imagine he’s comfortable inside of that sweater, sitting on this furniture, breathing in the same air you’re breathing out. “You always call each date the first one, I’m wondering when it’ll be, like, something more than that?”
You can hear yourself talking and you can’t help but think you sound fucking stupid, but he chuckles in response.
“I probably sound lame saying it but, I like that I learn something new about you each time. It’s not my fault that it always feels like a first date with you.” He laughs, making a face towards you that makes you laugh a bit louder than expected.
“You act like I have something new and interesting to tell you every day,” He cuts you off as you try to speak.
“For instance, today I learned that you don’t even like the coffee I bring to you.” He’s snide when he says it, raising a brow at you.
“What? Yes, I do!” You defend, definitely lying as you feel your stomach hit the concrete floor of his balcony. You’ve always been a terrible liar.
“Is that why you always leave it in my cup holder pretending like you forgot it?”
You narrow your eyes at him but can’t keep up the act much longer as the smile creeps wider across your lips.
“You’re too observant of me,” You joke, not realizing how true it actually is. “You know I usually spend my days avoiding the idea of people noticing what I do, right?”
He nods towards you, face fond and droopy from his high.
“I think you’re cute when you notice that I notice,” he blinks away from you, watching the sun fall and the moon take its rightful spot in the sky. “Besides, if you don’t like it, you’d stop letting me take you out, right?”
He’s actually looking for confirmation this time, not looking at you, and mostly preparing for the make-it-or-break-it moment now that you’ve finally worked up the courage to stop going with his flow.
“I think I’m just confused over you wanting to spend time with me at all, actually.” You admit, knowing for a fact that you appear to be the most boring human alive, and not many people stick around to find the actual personality within you.
Hongjoong looks at you this time, genuinely shocked that you’d even say that or feel confused over why he chooses to spend time with you.
“Well, I can go down a list of reasons, if you want?”
You prop yourself up, fixing your posture and wiggling your brows.
“Please, do.” You say, feeling a permanent smile form on your face.
Hongjoong claps his hands on his thighs before lifting his legs and turning on the wicker couch to face you, tucking himself into the smallest version of himself as he huddles into his oversized sweater.
“Alright, for starters, you’re not as boring as you think you are. What person would have climbed that no-trespassing fence with me without asking a single question?”
He’s just gloating at you now. Most people would absolutely do that with him.
“Literally, anyone would have done that with you.”
He waves you off.
“You like the same anime I like and the same music. You even knew of the band I was in during my senior year of high school!”
You nod, he’s got a point there.
“You’re not loud or constantly demanding attention. I like that you just kind of exist. Sometimes I just need to exist too, but people always expect more, you know?”
Hongjoong’s eyes trail off, landing on the darkening sky and seeking out the moon.
“When we hang out, I feel like there’s nothing we actually need to do in order to call it a date. You’re the only person I’ve continuously taken out. You’ve made it clear that you expect nothing from me.”
You nod, but tilt your head in question as your own eyes follow his gaze to the moon.
“So, it makes me want to give you everything.”
Unsure of if it’s the weed talking through him or if he meant what he just said, you still find yourself melting a bit at his voice when he says it. The words feel like they hold a lot of weight for him, and you didn’t even know that weight existed until now.
“Do you always say these types of things when the moon is in the right position, and the weed is dank as hell?”
He snorts, tucking his chin into his chest as he laughs before reaching out and swatting you on the shoulder.
“What I’m trying to get at here, because I know by now that you’re not going to pick up on any hints is that I kind of want this to be the last first date.”
You find yourself panicking at that, unsure of what the fuck that’s supposed to mean. Hongjoong instantly regrets his awful attempt at wording that. “Unmatched wit” his ass, he can genuinely say the dumbest shit in the most important situations.
“Wait–” He pauses, mouth falling slack as he visibly searches his brain for the correct words. “Okay, let me rephrase that.”
You wait, feeling relieved at his panic and the slow recovery of what he just said to you.
“What I meant by last first date, is like, um–” It’s lost on him again as you watch his eyes squint into a smile instead, the sparkle of his eyes matching the glints from his various earrings. “I’m trying to ask you to be my girlfriend, fuck.”
This. This is another reason why he likes you this much. Though he saw your eyes fall, and though he said what he needed to say incorrectly at first, you didn’t question him. You didn’t put words in his mouth or react in a way that wouldn’t allow his own recovery. His ability to talk to women right now is highly reduced, but his ability to talk to you is forever comfortable even when he fucks up. You let him fuck that up, and now you’re smiling at him and he can’t help but let his heart swell three times its original size.
“So,” he coughs, looking back to the moon and then back at you. “I guess we can’t have any more first dates if every time we see each other, we are technically, like, dating, right?”
You snort at his inability to string together a coherent sentence, knowing full well that both of you have the ability to navigate everyday conversations high. Given the fact that the two of you have been in public before pretending like you didn’t just hotbox his car. It’s just that, this isn’t an everyday conversation and you’d like to think that you probably sound like an idiot too. You’re somehow right there with him even if you feel like you’re on two different pages of two different books.
“You have a point,” you say, managing to fit his words into a sentence that makes sense in your brain. “Delivery could have been better though.”
The lighting on his cheekbones says enough about his own permanent smile matching yours. If you believed in fairytales, you’d genuinely think that the two of you are in your own little world with nothing but the moon and expensive ass weed.
“You’re supposed to say yes, by the way.” Hongjoong urges you, both of you kind of entering into a giggle fit because of the warmth spreading throughout your bodies.
You nod, agreeing that, yes, you’ll definitely be his girlfriend.
~
The first kiss with Hongjoong may have been the warmest you’ve ever felt. It was smooth, a little peckish, and overall quite sweet. Even over the weeks he had been taking you out, he never once kissed you or did little more than be some of the best company you could find yourself with. The first kiss taking place after making things official was something you weren’t used to.
And so, that first kiss on his balcony became a second kiss, and then a third and fourth, until the two of you moved into his living room to escape the breeze that had by then made your fingers cold. Fifth, sixth, seventh– and then finally, the eight kiss was one that could have meshed all of the kisses in your life into one. The first heated kiss.
His couch became more comfortable than it was when you first came here, especially now with him beside you, cradling your face and leaving gentle kisses all along your jawline before trailing back to your lips. He’s your boyfriend now and for some reason, you don’t feel yourself doubting why that is. He is proving to you right now how much he likes you, and you try to do the same for him. Your hazy eyes are unable to stay open for too long under the pressure of his lips fluttering all over your face, and you feel loved for the first time in a long time.
It didn’t feel awkward to reach up with your eyes closed to try and put your fingers in his hair, even when you accidentally knocked him on the cheek instead. It didn’t feel like an alarm went off when he tugged at you to pull you over him, leaning himself back on the couch and reaching blindly for the tv remote to avoid the silence in the room save for lips smacking.
For the first time with another person, you felt safe and at home when his hands were roaming your body.
Both jackets were already off, and your cold fingers warmed up in his as he would eventually intertwine his fingers with yours as he kissed you. It didn’t feel rushed, and maybe it was just because you both were in a lazy state of peaked high, but you can almost feel every single touch be amplified. You’d be lying if you said your entire body wasn’t tingling. More silent than it has ever been between the two of you, it still feels like it’s where you should be.
Hongjoong’s fingers in yours, his lips on yours, his tongue licking against yours, all of it is good. The sensations swam throughout your body to the point that you barely even notice that you’re turned on.
Is it too much on the…what was it, seventh date? Is it too much on the first night of being his girlfriend after your first and eighth or thirteenth kiss? His lips are curled into this permanent little smile that tells you otherwise. He’s the one who pulled you on top of him, he’s the one who hasn’t pushed because he somehow knew you were enjoying the steamy make out session too much to let it end here.
There’s no end goal at this moment with Hongjoong, nothing is telling you that you need to get off or get him off despite your body already tingling for it. There’s no rush with the man under you, with his moon-like eyes and messy dyed hair. He’s just as telling as he always has been, and without a word, you know that at this moment, he would take anything you give him and be perfectly content.
“I can see you thinking, you know,” Hongjoong whispers, his fingers tightening their grip between your own. “We can just do this, I’m perfectly fine with just this.”
You shake your head at him, squeezing his fingers and looking at him for a brief moment. Seeing him now like this, with his kissed lips and his hair just as messy as always, it hits you again that he’s yours. Not in a way that’s possessive, but like, he wants to be yours, and he wants you to be his.
Your eyes glance down to his lap, with his length sitting firmly between your legs and it makes your heart swell. Typically, men in this position would push you, pull you, and move you around on their arousal to try and get some sort of release but, not Hongjoong. He’s containing himself, assuring you that you don’t have to do anything more. Regardless of you sitting on his thighs, dangerously close to being able to please him this way.
“Do you want more, though?” You ask him.
His eyes are half-lidded and looking up at you as you speak, glancing down to your lips again as if he already misses them. You can see his answer in the silence, his grip on your hand tightening as his brain malfunctions at the very idea of you being the one to ask. He wants more for the sake of having you, but he also wants more for the sake of pleasing you.
“Yeah?” You ask for confirmation of his silent answer, leaning down to kiss against the corner of his mouth before leaning back again.
He gives you a reassuring nod, his other hand snaking around your waist and pulling you closer to him, onto his hardened length with a soft mewl at you.
“I do,” he whispers against your ear, nuzzling his nose against your neck and trying to prevent his hips from bucking up as you sit on him. “I can give you more, too.”
The way he says it to you with a soft rasp makes your stomach do flips, almost as if he’s pleading for you to let him, it makes your entire body tingle. Never has a man made you feel this way when you’re being intimate. You suppose Hongjoong is right though, from what he said before, about how almost every date appears to be the first one with the number of new things you learn about each other.
You don’t need to respond to him though, because almost immediately after those words you turn your face slightly to kiss his temple, and he instantly releases your hand and puts it on the other side of your waist. Practically caging you against him as he holds you in place and dips back in to kiss you.
Within that kiss, you can hear his need. Throaty groans as he presses his length against you. Only the sound of fabric rubbing against fabric can be heard but it’s kind of a pretty sound. His weathered sweater feels warm when you tangle your fingers into the loosened fringe along his neck like, trying to work your hips to match his within this tight hug.
By the time he notices that you’re moving your hips on him, his grip loosens and he pulls back from the kiss, watching you pull yourself up and planting your arms on his shoulders to actually grind against him.
He runs his hands up and down your waist at this point, eyes watching the way you work yourself against him with a deep and burning fondness. He appears to be in awe, a crooked smirk appearing on his softened and kissed lips.
“You know,” Hongjoong chuckles softly, closing one eye and focusing on the feeling of the dry drag against him.. “It might just be because I’m high but I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good with denim practically rubbing me raw–”
Your hips stop, and you try to ignore the fact that on any other day, those words would have absolutely ruined the mood, but for some reason, it doesn’t. You let out a breathy laugh, falling forward and laughing against his neck. The moon must be in the right position or something tonight, because everything does feel insanely good. Then again, maybe it’s just that he’s in the right position, or maybe it’s just you.
“Why would you–” You cut yourself off as you laugh, breathing in the scent of him once more before leaning back and backing off of his lap slightly. The look he gives you is nothing but fond and it kind of makes you feel more dazed than you already do. “Let's take them off then?”
Hongjoong gives you a polite nod, his hands releasing you but still chasing your warmth as you pull yourself off of him and wait for him to remove his pants.
He’s quick with it, of course, and you take it another step further to take yours off too, not looking him in the eye as you do it. Almost to hope that he doesn’t see you do it, to hope that he won’t think about it, or smile at it, or make a comment on it.
Thankfully, he doesn’t and when you sit back on his lap, feeling his bare legs against yours and noting how fucking warm his skin is, all you can do is pretend like feeling someone else’s skin against yours is supposed to feel fleeting like this.
Your panties sit against his boxers now, and his warmth seeps through you so fast that you want to feel more. See more, touch more, kiss more, love more. You don’t hesitate to loop your fingers into a particularly big rip on his sweater and tug on it.
“This too?” He tilts his head, his own hand fiddling with the same rip that your fingers are intertwined with, and then looks away shyly..
All you can do is feel yourself spiraling further into the feeling of being with him. He’s got one strand of hair standing stiffly too, probably from the static of the couch rubbing against it, but it’s cute. It’s attractive, everything about him is attractive.
His eyes continue to avoid your eyes when he lifts his sweater off of him, shivering at the cool apartment air hitting his skin all over rather than just through those rips and tears. You take note, especially when he does look at you and pulls you down into a kiss again as quickly as he can. He’s not letting you see him like this, bare from the waist up and almost from the waist down.
The two of you must have been one soul at one point because you know what he’s doing and never have you had to be the one on the other side of this situation. Usually, you’re the one hiding when it feels overwhelming, you’re the one imagining that the person with you would be searching for imperfections. You pull back from his kiss, looking into his eyes before glancing down at his bare chest and stomach.
“You’re being shy,” You comment, leaning down to plant a kiss on his collarbone before looking back at him and tilting your head. “You’re never shy.”
You work up the confidence in yourself now, lifting your shirt off and doing your best not to immediately mimic what he’s already done. Meaning, you don’t hide your exposed skin and instead, you try to sit proudly on top of him.
Hongjoong just watches, his lips falling slack at your bareness with a relieved sigh.
“How can I not be shy right now?” he smiles, leaning himself up this time and kissing against the plush flesh of your breast.
You sigh at the feeling of his lips against your chest, fingers automatically finding their way into his hair as you focus on the feeling. The emotion of it all sends you into overdrive because really? Everything about Hongjoong is loud, and you’re making him shy?
The goosebumps continuously rise and fall as he works his lips across one breast to the other, up until his fingers are pushing the fabric of your bra to the side. He pulls back momentarily to look at them, eyes darting from one nipple to the other before looking up at your face.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.” Hongjoong admits, dipping in and flicking one of your nipples with his tongue.
“Oh?” You ask, officially grinding your hips again on his lap, feeling his cock twitch in his boxers. The drag feels lighter now that there’s not much fabric preventing the feeling. “For how long?”
“Third date,” he admits, trailing back to the other breast and sucking just next to your nipple, his other hand easily stimulating the one he just neglected. “Didn’t want to rush with you though, I’m always rushing.”
You hum at his words, feeling special. All he makes you feel is special. And when he finally releases your chest from his mouth and falls back against the couch, even the way he looks at you confirms that your feelings about this aren’t unfounded.
You put more effort into your hips now, your mind spinning by this point at the way his touches are gentle. His chest rises and falls with each perfect drag up his length, small mewls of pleasure spilling from his lips every few seconds. Still, he just looks at you.
There’s really no rush here and the scary part about it is that you’re already so worked up that you wouldn’t mind a bit of rushing by this point.
More and more you move your hips, and more and more Hongjoong appears to lose his composure. His hands gripping at you, his eyes unable to stay on one part of your body for too long, his teeth showing as he bites his lip just to compose himself from making the next step– and then–
There it is. There he is, lunging forward and grabbing you, pulling you so close to him that your core is now seated directly on the head of his leaking cock. He moans at the pressure, kissing against your lips with so much passion that you wonder if he know’s how hot that was.
He’s lost in the moment and you can’t help but love it. With the way one of his hands holds your cheek as he kisses you and the other finds itself against your ass to push and pull you on his lap. At this point, you wonder if he could get off this way. With the way he’s acting, you think he could. Easily.
“Hongjoong,” You manage to gasp during the short breath between his frantic kiss. “We can–”
You’re cut off by him kissing you again, his hand guiding you down and forward on his length in a way that tells you he’s listening. He’s imagining what you’re about to say.
“We can,” He groans in an answer to your unfinished question, taking in a deep breath when he pulls back from the kiss and looking down to see the head of his cock occasionally peeking from the waistband of his boxers. “Just tell me what you want.”
Words escape you in that moment, so you use your body instead. Scooting back and almost taking the boxers with you you see a glimpse of his length. Heavy, leaking, twitching at the loss of your weight against it. You stare, wanting to devour this man whole at that moment but you hold back. You can give him head another time, honestly. After spending so long making out, grinding, and him playing with your breasts? You’re kind of ready to rush. Even just for a moment.
He watches your hands as they lower the boxers further, pulling them down until you can tuck them under your thighs to hold them in place. There, you just look at his cock and he just looks at you.
After a few seconds, you glance at him with shy eyes, blinking in a way to try and hide your blatant lust for what’s between his legs. He might believe that seeing you look at him this way is the best thing he’s ever experienced. His cock twitches unintentionally when he notices your blown pupils, especially when his eyes trail down. Now that the seat of your panties isn’t grinding against him, he can see a glimpse of the darkened wet spot.
Now what to do? The two of you sitting here, horny out of your goddamn mind and the weed on top of it amplifying every touch, you can imagine that you both look like a pair of deer in headlights.
Hongjoong finishes what you started though, running his hand down your sides before grabbing himself and gently pumping once. You watch as he gathers the dripping pre-cum in his palm before smoothing it down his entire length while his eyes never leave the spot between your legs. Then he continues that, touching himself as you’re on him as if to tell you that he can finish himself off so you don’t have to.
Without really thinking, you find your own hand doing the same, sliding down your panties and the instant your fingers bump against your clit, you jolt and find yourself letting out a soft and pained moan at the sensitivity.
“That–” Hongjoong takes in a sharp breath at the sound, squeezing the base of his cock with his hand and closing his eyes. “sounded so fucking pretty.”
It wasn’t intentional and for a brief moment, you felt embarrassed by the sound. Once again though, Hongjoong pulls that confidence out of you like it’s what he was born to do. At this point though, your legs feel like jelly after being spread on top of him for so long and you think he can tell.
“Mm, let’s move,” He comments, releasing his cock and tapping you with the other hand to stand up. “Lay back, I'll do the rest.”
He gently instructs you, grabbing a pillow and placing it at the end of the couch for your head to lay against. You do so without question, both your legs and heart are weak at seeing him like this.
“There, better?” He asks after you lay back. He leans over your side after a short nod from you and leaves a gentle kiss against your lips before placing his hand against your thigh. “Can I take these off?”
You nod, feeling him slip your panties down your legs before you watch him shimmy off his own boxers.
There, there it is. Both of you are entirely vulnerable to each other for the first time and you don’t feel a hint of wanting to stop. Not a worry, doubt, or insecurity can or will stop you at this moment.
He doesn’t let his eyes linger for too long at your exposed core just yet and instead he opts to place himself between your legs before leaning down and kissing you much like before. He can’t get enough of your lips if he’s being honest though.
You can feel the weight of his cock resting between your thigh and pussy and it does nothing more than make you want it more. You want him so bad by this point that you can’t really question how dumb you could sound actually asking for it.
“Can you, like–” Your words are lost on you when he pulls back with a small smile and a curious look.
“Do you want to?” He asks, despite knowing this is where the situation was headed.
You give a shy nod, reaching your hand down between the two of you and gripping him yourself for the first time.
He lets out a shaky breath with a laugh, humping his hips forward and into your hand intentionally when he does it.
“Fuck,” He seethes out. “Yeah, okay.” He sighs this time, without shame still fucking himself into your hand and showing a desperate need for what you’re asking for.
You can’t help but get lost in it. Your hand guided his cock down and against your clit for a brief moment of sensitive relief before releasing a breath that you didn’t even know you were holding when you position him at your entrance.
He pushes in without holding back, but he’s slow with it. The head of his cock sank into the warm and clenched walls causing a pleasant stretch. Both of you let out a moan at this, feeling him push in slowly, continuously, until he’s bottomed out and nuzzling against your ear.
“Sound so pretty when you moan,” he babbles against your ear, leaving wet and warm condensation from his breath there. “You could drive me insane like this.”
You moan again, not entirely for his pleasure but simply because it feels so good. His cock pulsing inside of you when you clench around him, his soft voice in your ear. Sensory overload has never felt so fucking euphoric to you.
“Like that, yeah.” Hongjoong rasps out this time, pulling his head back in time with his hips. Almost emptying you entirely before pushing back in with that same languid drag of his hips. His eyes are on you now though, arms at either side of your head as he works up a lazy kind of rhythm. One that offers a deep thrust each time.
You can’t help the sounds that fall from your lips, and you can’t help that your pussy is throbbing around him, and certainly, you can’t help that the feeling of one of his hands moving to your chest before dipping his head down and sucking against it makes you moan out a bit louder.
With each moan, he almost mimics you with his own. He’s riding off of the pleasure he’s giving to you. Then again, he’s always been fond of pretty sounds. Music is his passion but hearing you make such delicate sounds for him makes his head spin in all sorts of directions.
His thrusts become more pointed after a few minutes, fucking into you at a pace that feels equally as deep but more powerful now. Your hands grip at anything you can get ahold of, meaning, you grip him. His arms, his back, and then finally you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down.
His hips stutter at that before he grabs one of your legs and hikes it up and around his waist. This allows him to position himself slightly differently, fucking into you at an angle as his lips immediately fall to yours with a breathy laugh.
You can’t kiss him back this time though, with the new angle he’s driving into you causing his cock to bump repeatedly against a soft spot inside of you. Your mouth is left slack, releasing empty moans against his attempts to kiss you.
He takes intense note of it, keeping up his pace and falling in love with the way you react to this angle. His hands find purchase above your head and he leans back to watch you as he fucks into you.
“God,” He says slightly out of breath, dipping in briefly to kiss you on the forehead. “I’m going to come in about five seconds if you keep doing this.”
Your eyes roll back slightly at his words and instantly you’re shoving your hand between the two of you to push yourself over the edge. He swats your hand away though, still fucking into you all while intertwining his fingers with yours and using his other hand to do the work for you.
“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” He says, rubbing his fingers in harsh circles around your sensitive clit. “Let me take care of you,” he adds in a huff, his hips becoming more frantic each time he feels your pussy tense around him.
Just like that, you’re releasing in waves with trembling legs. To the point that you throw your other leg around his waist and essentially push him into you with such force that he can’t even thrust anymore. You hold him there, riding out your high and struggling to comprehend the fact that this man isn’t always attached to you like this.
He lays there, his head forced into the crook of your neck as he feels you come around him, clenching him so tightly that he can’t really help it either. Your warm and wet pussy is absolutely soaking him and all he can do is let it. All he can do is feel it, to the point that he’s driven over the edge too.
Even when you release your death grip hug, he stays in place, nuzzling further against your neck with choked moans and tight presses of his hips. He’s trying to drive his cock deeper than it can go as he releases it, the feeling too good for him to think straight. You run your fingers through his hair as he does it, trailing your fingernails down to his neck and across his back.
You can feel the goosebumps on his skin under your fingers, and when his body finally goes limp on top of you, all you can do is continue that motion. Scratching, rubbing, soothing him through both of your post-orgasm brain fog.
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Becoming Hongjoong’s girlfriend was something that should have been expected if you’re being honest. It should be a normal relationship, with normal arguments, and normal sex. Except it’s not.
The relationship is anything but normal but you’d like to say you prefer it this way. With the late night dates to empty parking lots just to be outside of your own spaces, the gas station runs where the two of you need to buy every snack known to man to satiate your munchies. The repeat tv shows playing on his television because you never quite catch what happened in episode six despite watching in four times. To be fair, episode six always comes on when you’re almost entirely wrapped up with your boyfriend.
His hands are always stained with hair dye because he can’t be bothered to wear gloves, your hands are stained with hair dye too because you can’t not run your fingers through it when he’s between your legs. He’s always adding color to your life, be it literally or emotionally.
There’s something strange about the way he balances you. In public with him, all attention is on his ripped clothes and shining piercings and a quirk of the brow always comes when they see you holding his hand.
You kind of like the attention these days though.
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I just got this idea and I’m so excited to share it, can you do dazai with a seductive & intelligent reader who acts cheerful to deceive others with her “innocence”? How would she and dazai act, would they have intellectual talks and debate with each other on controversial matters, would they plan, observe or strategize together? Would dazai attempt to fluster her? + spice headcannons please :)
dazai with a "charming" reader
1.1k words. fem! reader
[unestablished relationship; reader is lowkey manipulative; sadly no spice bc i can't write them :') ]
❥ thank you for sharing nonnie i love the idea so much!! fingers crossed i'm going in the right direction with this.
You're no one important; a new secretary freshly accepted into the Armed Detective Agency, not any less nice and compassionate than Miss Haruno or Cafe Uzumaki's lovely waitress.
You're such a sweet thing. You even looked genuinely concerned when our local suicidal man threw a suicide offer! A perfect package: You embody a charming person who is compassionate and caring to her colleagues; very devoted to her job; topped with a benevolent personality. It shows through the good-natured "How are you," the cups of coffee you fetch for everyone to start the day, and the generous offers of paperwork assistance (which Dazai failed to accept before Kunikida starts berating you for being 'too nice').
You're so kindhearted that your actions seem to revolve around everyone else. But Dazai is smart enough to see how in truth, it was the other way around.
You're not in the office? Everyone notices and is worried about your absence. Atsushi second-guessing himself? You're so agreeable and encouraging; so much so that he came to trust you more than he trusts himself. Is Ranpo being reluctant in a case? "Ranpo-san," you tilt your head, "This case is definitely too trivial to be handled by a detective of your caliber. But I trust The Greatest Detective more than anyone else." It didn't need Ranpo more sweet briberies to get him on and going to the crime scene.
"I stand with Kyouka, President," It was a fine afternoon in the agency. Your sentence rings firm as you make your stance beside the kimono-clad young lady.
"Surely, every person in this city has the right to amend themselves." you continue—with the usual undying conviction and hope in your irises.
Fukuzawa's expression resembles something of sharpened surprise-then wariness. Though it quickly melts away to subdued neutrality when he sees it was you—a mere kindhearted secretary—who spoke such a merciful sentence. Kyouka is accepted into the agency without anyone else necessary to speak up for her.
Naturally, defending a scared, lost, and misguided child—not innocent, but a child—was the most empathetic, compassionate thing someone can do. And yet,
"You're such a horrible person, (Name)."
Dazai Osamu's sweet smile plays a contrast against his cutting words. Several hours have passed since your little persuasion. Now you find yourselves sharing a table with the agency's ladies' man in the quiet cafe.
You shot a brief glance to the counter; it isn't hard to know Dazai had chosen an hour when even the cafe owner is momentarily absent.
"I am?" your gaze returns to his. And his brown eyes crinkle in astute amusement.
"You never really trusted Kyouka, didn't you?"
Your silence doesn't serve much of denial, so Dazai continued.
"That's smart. You speak in her favor because 'enemies' will work harder to gain 'our' trust. You don't trust her yet, but you put her in a spot where she will be more inclined to prove herself as a loyal ally."
"And maybe even more loyal than you, don't you say, (Name)?"
What's this? A question of loyalty? His implication is dangerous. But you fold your hands unabashed, resting your chin on them.
"Go on."
Dazai raises a brow. You return it with a sweet, closed-eye smile.
"You're just like a dream, Dazai," the syllables of his name pleasantly roll on your tongue. "Being understood this well—it's like a dream come true."
Your eyes lock his, undaunted. "Don't you think so too?"
Another silence, so thick and suffocating Dazai's now sharp gaze might cut through it.
"No?" a light titter escapes your throat. With shoulders not at all taut nor your gait on edge, you stare at afternoon's last rays from the quaint window of the cafe.
"That's too bad. To think I considered that suicide offer thing you mentioned when we first met. It seems I was mistaken about you."
Something about your tone isn't genuine. But what is not genuine is not always untrue.
The day Kyouka joined the agency marked the day two individuals somewhat similar, but starkly different acknowledged each other. Trust will be something more complicated to share, but that will be a problem solved by the march of time.
Everyone notices how Dazai acts more amicably and clingy the day after. The attempts of flirting and flustering come back tenfold, in which you all but respond with an indulgent laugh or occasional witty words that won't get Kunikida too pressed. Perhaps Dazai has gotten more comfortable after knowing your true nature, or he rather keep you at an arm's length to keep a better eye on you. That will be a question only the man himself can answer.
"You know, I've always been curious," you murmur to your flute, golden champagne swirling under the setting sun.
But the mutual understanding is present. God knows how untrusting and secretive Dazai can be with his plans. The moments you get to work together are represented by the knowing glances and silent nods during dire times when quick understandings are needed. Your relationship is delicate. There is now a degree of trust. But the two of you still tiptoe around each other, second-guessing what the other might have up their sleeves.
"About what?" Dazai, clad in a formal suit hums to his own glass, gaze still fixed on the same sunset you have in your eyes.
The three-way conflict with the Guild and the virus incident almost cost you Yokohama. One would think colleagues who worked through hell and back to save their city would have fully trusted each other by now. You got his back and he got yours; he saved your life and you saved his. But you aren't a fool. Dazai doesn't truly trust you. Dazai doesn't truly trust anyone.
"What are you looking for, Dazai? What are you looking for in this life?"
You look at his side profile. Dazai Osamu is an enigma, one you've spent so much time figuring out.
"You're looking for something. Something more than you expect. But someone must've told you the truth already; you'll find nothing. So why still persevere?"
This time, it's his silence that serves as neither a denial nor an answer.
The distant noise of the victory banquet calls; its joyous tone unfit for the heavy atmosphere you and Dazai shared. You let out a defeated exhale.
"Are you still looking for a beautiful woman to have suicide with?"
You'll let him open up when he's ready, you think. It isn't fair for both of you.
"Are you changing your mind?" He beams. "Could it be? Have you finally fallen in love with me?!"
S.S. Zelda sways gently on the still waters. Dazai's expression is coated with his usual playful facade. You hold his gaze as soon as it falls to yours. Just subtly, it slowly shifts to something more solemn.
"Who knows?" you close your eyes, lips dancing in a vixen smile.
It's tiring, but sure. You'll play this game just a little bit longer. After all, all the good things come to those who are patient.
i just realized these sound more like scenarios than hcs. welp.
♡ @ashthemadwriter
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YOU HAVE SUMMONED ME honestly I was worried that this was super late but then I saw the time stamp on your post and I was like 😀 tis still shenanigan time!! HALEY!!! aka BITEWING!!!! sweet angel baby puppy love of my life. she’s adorable. she only has three legs! when dick rescued her from getting abused by some random jerks in the street she BIT HIM hard enough that he needed STITCHES. and he said “oh i’m gonna take her to the pound tomorrow” and babs and tim were like 👀 uh huh, sure you are dick… and next thing you know we see he’s got toys for her and a bed and a bowl with her name on it. her name was voted on by readers and is a nod to haly's circus! (which writers occasionally forget that dick owns now, but that’s a whole other tangent) she is a tiny menace and I love her! just in canon we’ve seen her try to play with/tear up important papers, she ate dick’s tv remote and tore up his couch, and she has daydreams about fighting crime as bitewing 🩵 she very much strikes me as an ankle biting menace while she’s still a puppy, and I feel like lucky would literally have to scruff her to pull her away from a fight… which honestly also feels right for kate and dick in some cases 😂
This is amazing I am sobbing I am weeping Kate and Dick with their disabled doggos
(Also Dick and Clint lowkey soulmate vibes???)
I was imagining Kate losing Lucky at a dog park (full disclosure I have no idea how dog parks work, maybe just a regular park?) and she's getting pizza to lure Lucky (and potentially also Jeff???) back to her, she's not super worried, she's chatting to Cute Tall Guy who is ALSO missing his dog. He's not getting pizza for doggo, just for him. Anyway SUDDENLY A RUCKUS and Kate and Tall Guy hear Barking! And individually they are thinking, well, my dog might have just started a gang war
again
This is fine
It turns out puppo Haley has found a stray cat mama with a new litter of kittens and has planted herself between the cat and some other dogs who are clearly VERY poorly behaved, but she is a hero and that's! what! heroes! do! However Haley is a pup and also missing a leg she could use some backup basically, and Lucky, who has never met a disaster he doesn't love, decides to ALSO plant himself between the mean dogs (who are lowkey trying to bully Haley) and Haley and the cats. Jeff might be there but mostly for the Drama bc he's a messy bench like that
Anyway Dick and Kate proceed to RIP INTO the other dog owners and then look at each other askance like wtf are we supposed to do with the cat?!?!?! Who has decided Haley is just a big dumb kitten she lost and has adopted her (very bruce-coded of the cat tbh). And kittens?!?! One of them is orange and has something going on with an eye and Kate is like oh NO this kitten is a cat Lucky I can't believe I have at least one cat now
(clint: you know you don't have t--
Kate: who am I to argue with the cat distribution system)
Dick is frantically calling up his favorite animal expert (it's Damian) about how to safely move mama and kittens? And where? Vet??!?!? Animal shelter?!?!?! Tim?!?!
To be fair Dick could have probably figured it out if he was alone but Kate is there and his brain makes dialup noises when he looks at her for too long yes he's WEAK leave him alone
At some point Kate winds up sitting on the ground and Haley flops into her lap and passes out because it's been a big day for a puppy and Lucky and Jeff give Kate the BIGGEST SADDEST BABY EYES because that's their spot?? Why is this interloper hogging the Pizza Girl? Lucky turns Sad Dog Eye on Dick like Dick is just going to remove his darling puppy from her nap spot? Sir. Please be serious.
Idk where i was going with this but also Lucky the hardened established dog hero and Haley his young impetuous sidekick dog, Jeff finding missions for them working out of Batcow's barn. BITEWING!!! I am dead. Pandemonium is their business.
lol for some reason Haley is giving me cat vibes a little. Lucky is like, this is Pizza Girl. Protecting Pizza Girl is my sworn duty. And Haley is like I am BITEWING. This is my human sidekick, Nightwing.
(Also for some reason I'm lowkey vibing Clint and Babs???? For this???? I think they are besties regardless but just seeing them watching their favo disaster birds getting parent trapped by their DOGS like "are you seeing this? I'm not the only one seeing this right????")
ANyway maybe Clint has custody of Lucky so Kate and Jeff are moping hanging out at a park (Jeff is an extrovert and he is LONELY he wants FRIENDS) and one of two things happens:
Haley bolts and Dick is chasing after her and hears someone go "Don't you BARK at him, he didn't do anything! He just wants to be friends!" which makes Dick have the simultaneous thoughts of "oh no what did my dog do" and "how DARE you yell at my dog!!"
he rounds the corner and sees Haley looking as chagrined as a chaos pup can look before scootching closer to the other dog and licking its...nose. Snout?
"That's a shark," Dick says. The shark in question is now dragging out what appears to be a rotisserie chicken and is sharing it with Haley.
"What?" Kate says. "No, he's just a rare breed of dog. The, uh. The Chilean Hairless....land...shark."
OR Haley is Not Afraid! She decided she and Dick were playing fetch with one of his escrima sticks and she took OFF so now Dick is yelling for her hoping she comes back with the same stick she left with.
So Dick is hollering for her and Kate answers back "Haley is over here! Uhh assuming Haley is a dog and not a child, or a bird, or a lizard of some kind?"
And that's when Dick sees his dog playing with his escrima stick with a shark??? who is leaving dents in his weapon????
Kate isn't even looking at Dick when she's like "hey, do you come here often? Jeff has been really lonely and she's the first dog we've met that isn't terrified of him, so that's pretty cool, anyway hi my name is Kate...." and THEN she looks up (and up, and up) at Dick and is like. oh my god. is this why Gwen said we should try this park today??? Because of beautiful dog dad man?
either way Jeff REFUSES to leave Haley which means Dick and Kate have to spend most of the day together. At some point MODOK tries to steal Jeff back and Haley plants herself in front of Jeff and growls at MODOK and she's actually pretty intimidating but it's still the cutest thing ever. Jeff and Haley are ride-or-dies, like Jeff will be mad at Dick when Haley has to go to the vet.
#kate bishop#hawkeye#dick grayson#nightwing#dickate#bitewing#lucky the pizza dog#jeff the land shark#my stuff#dc brainrot#dc brainrot anon#honestly if you want a different name tag lmk 😂#tim and damian arrive to help and dick is like D: no pay attention to me again#haley and lucky wind up on patrol and thats how the secret identity reveal happens#dick and kate getting parent trapped by their dogs#no idea why i'm lowkey obsessed with kate and batboys and animals#it's becoming a thing#like i have a battleworld/beyond thing where damian gives kate a horse#it's a whole thing#dick DOES own the circus?!?!?! *frantically scratching out things in my dickate fic*
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Lambchop has peaked my curiosity about buhunds, and I’m curious to learn more about them, so would be ok if you describe what’s it like to own one? Like what’s their character, if they’re affectionate, etc. Are they a bit more biddable and affectionate than other spritzed? I think you did mention once that lambchop is not completely to standard character wise, so how does she differ?
Sure I'll try!
I actually would say Lambchop is on standard for temperament for 95% of stuff but she's also turned up to 11. And she shows some unfortunate overarousal which spirals into dog aggression which SHOULDN'T be common in the breed but the more people I talk to the more it seems to be getting more common :/ it can be hard in a rare breed where people are very tight lipped about drawbacks and also most of the prominent breeders keep their dogs in show kennels so they don't have much data on how the dogs do in home/pet environments. The breed culture in the US also is quite old school in that puppies tend not to be raised with much thoughtful Socialization protocols or placed in homes on fit... dogs that go to "pet homes" tend to just be the dogs that the breeder thinks won't succeed well enough in the show ring or in performance. Not all the breeders are like this but... I know of maaaaybe 2 that place on temperament and what the puppy owner is looking for? That's MUCH more common in the icie community, weirdly, to the point where i very often recommend icies to people who like Lambchop, just bc the breeders in that community tend to actually live with their dogs and have more temperament data 🤣 and they're VERY very similar breeds.
They're very intense and VERY affections with people. Chop has never met a stranger and absolutely adores meeting new people and loving on the people she knows. They're very energetic and need lots of outdoor enrichment. And lots of... hmm. The trainer I'm working with talks about opportunities to make choices -- autonomy. Really smart dogs can develop behavior issues when they have very few opportunities to exercise autonomy in their lives so I am trying to set up ways to give her more of that like installing a dog door so she can decide when to be outside and when to be inside, that kind of thing
Herding spitz are crazy trainable. Lambchop adores tricks and engagement. Your mileage may vary with this one because I do know some people who have individual dogs that are "hard to motivate" but overall they LOVE to work with you and solve puzzles.
Reactivity is an issue in the breed moreso than a lot of other spitz. More herdy dog stuff imo. Icies are like that also. Almost every one will go thru a phase of it in adolescence at least. Another related breed that struggles with reactivity less is the norrbottenspetts, but they're also less biddable! So it's sorta a trade off lol
I will say if I wasn't disabled Lambchop would be a dream dog for me. Like if I had the brain space and energy to really get down to brass tacks and get her out for hikes 3 times a week? And if I had been properly prepared on what to expect in terms of intensity, energy level, and some of the common breed pitfalls regarding arousal issues? But unfortunately I wasn't and so we both kinda went in blind and it's been a struggle. She's been on her meds almost a week now and they're helping a LOT. we will get through it but it's been rough.
I think the Nordic herding spitz are perfect for a lot of people but its hard bc you have to find a breeder and community who will be honest and supportive of newcomers. The Icelandic sheepdog community has a lot more of that culture from what I have seen. But I can certainly recommend people to contact about buhunds to talk to more about the breed also; a good friend of mine is on the breed club board and has been in the breed like 20 years so she knows a lot. And I know several great icie breeders!
SO YEAH idk I really love herdy spitz but they can be a challenge and also you gotta find the right people which i guess is true of a lot of breeds hah. I hope this helps some! Here's a pic of Chop doing a doge meme impression for you
#red cedar is my icie and norrbottenspetts breeder of choice tbh JUST bc the breeder is really amazingly supportive and open#if i ever get another herdy spitz it would be from her#lambchop the dog
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sena & pitt headcanons!!!! (also ft. hiruma and sena bonding over being pet owners)
sena found pitt starving on a sidewalk, and decided to adopt the abandoned kitten
at first, his parents were against it, bcs none of them knew jackshit about caring for pets, much less tiny baby pets
but sena’s parents were a little surprised, bcs sena never rlly asked for a lot of things as a kid. now that he’s not budging on his stance on the kitten, his parents have no choice but to agree
sena’s heart ached for the kitten, and he nursed her to health with a mixture of a vet’s help, nights upon nights of endless cat research on the internet, and asking hiruma for tips on caring for pets
yes, sena asked hiruma for tips
hiruma didn’t know whether to feel touched that sena trusted him, or to slap sena upside the head, bcs, “you idiot chibi, cerberus is a fucking dog, not a cat!”
but hiruma helps anyway. some books on how to take care of cats appear in sena’s bedroom, and to this day, sena doesn’t know where they came from
the kobayakawas also find pamphlets for cat services and cat-care products in their mailbox, despite not subscribing to any of those newsletters
the first few days when sena adopted pitt, he fed her fried fish
but when he finally dove face-first into his research, he switched to buying food and milk for kittens
it was the vet who taught sena how to bathe kittens, along with some videos
but sena still found it difficult how to remember all the new info, which led him to bathe pitt improperly. and she learned to hate baths
sena then started moaning and groaning abt this at team practice. he was so lost in his worries that he started making more mistakes in team scrimmages
and hiruma, finally having enough of sena’s shitty performance, suddenly visits sena on a weekend, and demands to see the kitten
and sena, perplexed, watches as hiruma starts fucking bathing the kitten with his own two hands.
with hiruma’s eidetic memory and a few hours of watching videos of ppl bathing cats, he knows what to do and what not to do by heart
so he starts teaching sena, complete with a colorful and creative myriad of profanities, on how to bathe cats properly
sena: hiruma-san... why would you help me with this?
hiruma, smirking evilly: because no one will fucking believe you if you told them anyway
sena: ...
sena: yeah okay, fair enough
gradually, pitt grew into a healthy kitten after a few months of love and care.
sena allows pitt to bite him. at first, it scared the shit outta sena, bcs kitten claws and fangs are needle-thin, and they fucking hurt like hell
but eventually, sena develops a tolerance for the pain, so when pitt’s teeth itch, he just lets her bite him
at first, pitt ate whatever sena fed her. but as months passed, she developed a pickiness for food.
sena: pitt, i thought this was your favorite flavor!
pitt, sniffing the food, then trotting away: well, you were wrong!
pitt loves torturing and murdering cockroaches whenever she finds them at night
sena recounts this to hiruma, from one pet owner to another, and hiruma fucking laughs his ass off
hiruma, cackling: you fucking know that the scent of dying cockroaches attracts even more of those fuckers, right?
sena, completely fucking tired: yes, hiruma-san, i know.
hiruma approves of the murder machine the tiny kitten has grown into
sena used to be afraid of cockroaches, but now he’s immune to them after seeing hundreds of their tiny corpses
at night, pitt curls up next to sena. sometimes, she wants to keep the body contact at a minimum, so their only point of contact is pitt’s tail loosely held in sena’s hand as he sleeps. sometimes, she wants cuddles, so she curls up on top of sena, his slow breaths lulling her to sleep
pitt loves sunbathing. during mornings and afternoons when sena’s at school, she climbs up to the roof, or just lays down on the kobayakawa’s front porch
pitt loves taking a shit on the kobayakawas’ garden, to the point where the whole family doesn’t blink an eye at the rancid scent of cat shit
sena sends hiruma pictures of dead cockroaches, with their torn body parts everywhere. hiruma, who is eternally laughing at sena’s suffering, keeps count of how many cockroaches pitt’s killed so far
petting pitt instantly brings sena so much joy. giving her affection relieves his stress, especially when he’s doing homework
sena: pitt, you’re hungry again? but i just fed you!
pitt, meowing: IRRELEVANT!
when sena tells hiruma about this, hiruma guffaws at the long-suffering look on sena’s face
hiruma: this motherfucker’s got an attitude! not bad!
sena, sighing: why do you relish in my suffering?
for all of pitt’s sass and attitude, sena would still take a bullet for her.
whenever sena’s sad during team practice, hiruma sends him photos of pitt
and sena lights up everytime, however—
sena: hiruma-san, where did you get this photo of pitt? i don’t remember taking this photo
hiruma, evil grin slotting into place: that’s because you didn’t take that photo
sena: ...
sena: nevermind, i don’t think i want to know
whenever sena changes his bedsheets, pitt loves jumping onto the bed and zooming around. it never fails to make sena laugh
cerberus and pitt develop a friendship, borne out of a mutual respect
cerberus: i’ve killed mutts bigger than me. what about you, pipsqueak? you got a body count?
pitt, proudly: i’ve only killed cockroaches, but my body count is at 41
cerberus, very impressed: let me say this, from one murderer to another: you’re the only bitch i ever respected in this house
sena’s profile pic on social media is pitt. his phone’s gallery only has two kinds of pictures: sena in group photos w his american football peers, or photos of pitt. and most of them are the latter
sena starts printing pitt’s photos on polaroid film, and it soon fills two walls of his room
once, when hiruma and cerberus come over for some playtime between pitt and cerberus, hiruma sees the wall full of photos
hiruma: jesus fucking christ, it’s like a goddamn shrine in here
sena: i now understand why ancient egyptians used to worship cats. i would die for pitt
hiruma: calm the fuck down, edgelord
(hiruma’s a hypocrite, and he’s glad sena doesn’t call him out on it. they both know hiruma would take a bullet for cerberus too.)
when cerberus and pitt take a nap, they curl up against one another. both sena and hiruma take at least a hundred pictures from different angles. hiruma’s just more discreet about it
sena loves buying stuff for pitt, especially cat toys and cat beds. there are now several cat beds and rugs all over the kobayakawa household. a lot of them are blue, since that’s sena’s favorite color
pitt loves to sleep on sena’s laptop keyboard. to this day, sena’s still amazed that his laptop hasn’t broken down yet
hiruma’s nickname for pitt is actually “fucking armpit.” hiruma glorifies in the exasperated look on sena’s face whenever he says it.
sometimes, hiruma calls pitt “eyeshield 20.” bcs sometimes, when pitt’s having the zoomies, she’s faster than even sena.
whenever sena has nightmares, he takes his time to pet pitt to calm himself down. then, when he’s feeling a little better, he curls a hand around pitt’s tail, and goes back to sleep.
pitt’s collar is color blue. it has her name, and sena’s phone number printed on it.
during sena’s birthday, on the year he’s graduating from deimon, hiruma gifts him a cat bed for pitt. both sena and pitt love it, but it confuses sena to no end. it’s a customized deimon devilbats design, and sena doesn’t know how hiruma had it made. it becomes pitt’s favorite mini-bed.
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(yes, y’all can definitely use this prompt!!! /srs)
#having cats is an Experience(TM) okay#10/10 would definitely recommend#kobayakawa sena#sena kobayakawa#pitt eyeshield 21#eyeshield 21 pitt#pitt the cat#hiruma & sena#sena & hiruma#pitt es21#es21#eyeshield 21#eyeshield21#es21 pitt#hiruma yoichi#yoichi hiruma#hiruma#youichi#yoichi#hiruma youichi#youichi hiruma#cats#hirusena#senahiru#it can be platonic or romantic tbh whichever way you want it to go#es21 prompt#es21 prompts#eyeshield 21 prompt#eyeshield 21 prompts#headcanon
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Istg ZoSan brainrot is the worst of my life
Modern AU (mind you, I don't have any clue about showbiz and/or modeling, so eh 💁🏻♀️ I'm taking some liberties)
Zoro and Sanji were besties at school. They also had a huge crush on each other neither one wanted to admit. One day, Sanji just disappeared. Zoro experienced the worst feelings of disappointment and betrayal because of that.
The thing is, Sanji is the third son of the big-ass Vinsmoke Corporation. He ran away from his blood relatives, because of abuse and neglect, especially after his mother died. When he ran away he was threatened to never make any claims to the Vinsmoke name. He then lived on the streets until Zeff took him in, and he could live a relatively normal life, as the Vinsmokes apparently just forgot about him.
But the peace didn't last. Reiju eventually reached out to Sanji. The Vinsmokes threatened to do something horrible to Zeff and his restaurant, and possibly anyone else who Sanji holds dear, if he didn't come back to the Vinsmokes. So he just went. No time to say goodbye to Zoro.
The next years, Sanji lived in a gilded cage. The Vinsmokes forced him into model training, so he could at least be of some use, while they were waiting for Charlotte Pudding, daughter of another big-ass company, to become legal for Sanji to marry, just so to seal a business deal between Vinsmoke and Charlotte. Sanji absolutely hated this life, but he did as he was told, so he could protect his loved ones.
Meanwhile Zoro started to express his feelings into song, and while he was still in school he gained some internet reputation on the side as a ghost songwriter/composer, and after he finished school he very quickly gained internet fame as a solo artist under his own name (who also happened to be a skilled kendoka and martial artist on the side, built like a Greek god and an absolute hit/eye-candy for both women and men 👀)
Skip forward to both Sanji and Zoro being quite famous, each in their own industry, and they know about each other only through media articles.
Sanji is not married yet - even though Pudding is approaching legal age, it would damage Sanji's/the Vinsmoke's reputation, if he were to marry someone who is barely legal - so the wedding will still have to wait.
One day, Zoro gets a business proposal for a promotion of a new product/franchise. They'd like his music, but since he's so good-looking, they also want him to model for promotional material. The catch? It's a collaboration with the Vinsmoke's most famous model - Sanji.
Of course, Zoro is reluctant, but in the end his curiosity wins out. He just wants to see Sanji again. And yes, he still has that crush on him. Meanwhile Sanji didn't have any choice, the Vinsmokes agreed to this proposal in his name. Sanji is conflicted about meeting Zoro again, as he also never overcame his crush on him and wants to keep Zoro far away from the Vinsmokes to protect him, but on the other hand, being close to the action himself might be his best chance at protecting Zoro.
So they eventually meet 👀 hot moments and drama and angst ensue, bc they realize they're very much in love with each other. But Sanji sure as hell doesn't come clean about the Vinsmokes, with what surveillance on his ass and all that jazz, and Zoro just doesn't know anything about it and is heartbroken about Sanji. That is, until Zoro's adoptive father Mihawk, another filthy rich corporate owner, tells him the grim machinations of the Vinsmokes in general. Zoro wanting to have a talk with Sanji, finds a limping Reiju on the run instead. She had overheard a conversation between Pudding and the Charlottes, about a plan to "kill the Vinsmokes after the business deal is through, and make it look like accidents and/or acts of self-defense" so that the Charlottes can take over the Vinsmoke business. Reiju is hurt (bullet grazed her) bc she was caught eavesdropping, and is now on the run. Zoro wants to take her to a doc, but Reiju wants to keep everything secret, as all of the Vinsmokes including Sanji, are now in immediate danger. (and authorities won't do shit, bc money) So Zoro goes briefly into hiding with Reiju, and she tells him everything about her family, the Charlottes, and Sanji. Zoro feels fucking bad about himself for not noticing Sanji's hardships earlier. Reiju begs him to at least save Sanji, as she herself believes the rest of her family deserves what's coming for them, but not her innocent baby brother.
So Zoro goes on a quest to get as much help help as he can; the strawhats making it possible to get Sanji out of Vinsmoke/Charlotte clutches, and hide him away, and Mihawk and his influence and money making it possible to wage a legal war against the Vinsmokes/Charlottes. The whole thing was a scandal in the media. Eventually Sanji gets the chance of making a public statement of denouncing and rejecting the Vinsmoke name, and officially and willingly ending his modeling career. Zoro never made an announcement, he just stopped being a solo artist and went back to ghost songwriting/composing instead. After the media attention died down, Zoro and Sanji, finally a couple, moved in together.
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ABOUT
Full Name: Stevie Leticia Nelson
Nickname: Nelly (by Jay)
Age/DOB: December 5, 1989 (34)
Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius
Gender: Cis Female
Place of Birth: Covington, GA
Neighborhood: Orchird Park
Sexual/Romantic Orientations: Bisexual / Biromantic
Religion: Agnostic
Occupation: Owner of The Sipping Cup
PERSONALITY
Goals/Desires: to get back on the horse- literally (while she’s been able to do slow trail rides, she hasn’t been able to get past a trot), get her business degree, buy a place with some land, learn how to knit so she can make her own scarf, finally make macarons that turn out, stop eating out so much
Fears: getting bucked off a horse again, her parents getting old and dying (aka just having to live life without them), spiders, free falling
Hobbies: going for long walks, sitting out on her porch swing at night and watching the stars, trying new things- ie baking macarons or learning to knit, taking her horses for trail rides, reading (always has her Kindle on her), rearranging her furniture, going thrifting, doing the crossword puzzle in the local daily paper, yoga
Likes & Dislikes: the smell of coffee, text messages, brushing out a horse, cowboy boots, satin pajamas, the smell of fresh flowers, freshly popped popcorn, cool summer nights, bonfires, trying to find constellations, long drives listening to music, pretzel bites, chocolate filled croissants, listening to jack explain anything // light pollution, the sound of car horns, dry wine, tomatoes on a sandwich, feeling out of control, high heels, summer humidity, hat hair, soggy french fries, impatience, prejudice, someone telling her she “can’t”, failure, people being rude to her staff, voicemails
QUICK FACTS (quick is subjective tho bc idk how to tldr anything)
Trigger Warnings: injury, panic attacks
The result of a scandal turned fairytale love story, Stevie Nelson grew up wanting for nothing
Her parents, a prosecutor and defense attorney who faced off in court and fell in love in the process, made sure their house wasn’t filled with arguments and paperwork- no, their home in Riveroak Farms was filled with love and laughter
Stevie was always supported, told she could be whatever she wanted to be, do whatever she put her mind to
And for the first decade of her life, Stevie was convinced she was going to be a veterinarian. She loved animals and wanted to help them when they didn’t feel well- which her parents fully supported. They bought her books, barbies, anything child friendly but educational for their aspiring ‘doggy doctor’ as Stevie called it
But then, on her 11th birthday, her favorite aunt gifted her a book that would change the trajectory of her entire life- a young adult novel by Lauren Brooke called Coming Home, a book that detailed the life of Amy Fleming on her family’s ranch called Heartland. A book that would kickstart a love of horses that led Stevie to the local stables, to riding lessons, to her first rodeo, and to her new dream
Having never been an incredibly athletic girl outside of family tennis matches with her father, Stevie found herself taking to horseback riding like she’d been born for it. Her skills quickly progressed and after she’d all but begged her parents to take her to her first rodeo when she was 13, the teenager fell head over heels in love with the sport of barrel racing. To the point where the usually introverted teen took it upon herself to meet the barrel racers and ask them all kinds of questions
She left the rodeo that night with bright eyes and a plan in her head- she was going to become a champion barrel racer and nothing was going to stop her
And truly, it didn’t- at least, not for years. She trained hard, spent nearly every free moment between school and family time at the stables, honing her skills and loving every single second of it, and when she was 16 she got to compete in her first local rodeo. While she didn’t place, she thrived in the atmosphere, the competition, and the thrill. Not so suddenly the shy girl everyone had come to know wasn’t so shy anymore- she knew her dream was a possibility and that seemed to unlock a part of herself that’d been caged for the first part of her life
For the next two years she worked hard and trained harder, and after she graduated high school at 18 she chose to defer college and instead move to Texas. She’d won her last five races and wanted to pursue the sport full time, to go pro. And as much as it pained her to leave her parents and her cousin behind in Georgia, she needed to give herself the best chance- and that was at Saddleback Ranch
Stevie spent the next decade living in Texas but traveling all over the country for competitions, winning championships, finding a passion for working with troubled horses, and falling in love for the first time
She met the man who would become her ex husband when she was 23 years old in the most mundane way. Speed dating. Stevie spent nearly all of her time on the ranch, which didn’t allow her much time to date, and she’d been dragged to the event by a friend. What turned into an exchange of numbers grew into a few dates, then a relationship, and a year later- a marriage. During this time Stevie was still traveling and training, their time spent together was brief but always electric.
It wasn’t until five years later, when Stevie’s entire life was turned upside down- quite literally- that the pair found they had nothing in common. The spark in their relationship had gone out years before, and as Stevie faced a new chapter, one fraught with trauma and uncertainty for the first time in her life- she found she was going to be facing it alone
Her relationship fell apart on the heels of an accident that put Stevie in the hospital for a night. She’d been thrown from a horse before, it was a hazard of the job, but she’d never hit her head like that. She’d never been unable to remember the incident. She’d never broken a bone. Yet all of that was suddenly her reality. And once she was cleared by her doctors, who all told her how lucky she was to not have had the situation turn out worse, she couldn’t get back on a horse. Not her horse, not the rescues she’d trained, not any horse. Any time she got near one her heart would start to race, she’d begin trembling, sweating, and at times she’d get so dizzy she’d nearly pass out
She tried for weeks to get back on the horse, literally, and when that didn’t work she packed up her horses, Cricket and Firefly, and came home to Covington. Moving back into her childhood bedroom for the first six months was just what she needed while she worked through her disappointment in her marriage ending, but the grief that consumed her wasn’t about the loss of her marriage, but the loss of her dream
She spent most of those first six months in bed, sulking and avoiding anyone but her parents and her cousin, Harlow. It was with their support that Stevie was able to pull herself out of the deep well of grief she’d found herself in, and while she now had no direction, no idea of how she was going to proceed with her life, at least she was up. She was moving.
Shortly afterwards, Stevie decided her childhood bedroom, with reminders of her barrel racing career posted up all over the walls, wasn’t a suitable place for her anymore but she wasn’t ready to commit to buying a place. Instead, she found a used airstream trailer and bought that- parking it in her parents side yard and fixing it up to her liking as she did her best to move forward in her life- and even though the progression was slow, it was moving, which was all Stevie could ask for
It wasn’t until a threat to her daily coffee run routine was threatened that Stevie found her purpose again. She’d walked into The Sipping Cup to find a sign that read ‘Closing Sale - 75% Off!’ by the handcrafted mugs the coffee shop had always had for sale that Stevie was seemingly brought back to life. After speaking with the current owner and finding out there was a good possibility her beloved Sipping Cup would be turning into a Starbucks if no other offers came in, Stevie left with her favorite steaming cup of coffee and an idea. Returning the next morning right at open to give the owner a check, Stevie Nelson, former barrel racing champion who could barely look at a horse these days, was now a business owner at 29
It was a tumultuous turnover since Stevie had never so much as worked in a coffee shop before, but just like with barrel racing- once Stevie put her mind to it she not only succeeded, but excelled. She took business classes, learned from the previous owner and others in the business community, and in the four years that have passed since she’s turned The Sipping Cup into the premier coffee shop in not only Covington, but the surrounding towns
HEADCANONS
Her parents, throughout her mom’s entire pregnancy, were told they were having a boy and picked out the name Stevie in honor of her late uncle; and when Stevie was actually born and they found out they were having a girl, they decided to stick with the name, as they’d already grown attached to it and had been referring to their unborn child by it. Stevie absolutely loves her name and is glad they didn’t go with their second option- Kaitlyn
Bought the four bedroom house she currently lives in in Orchird Park three years ago solely for the large wraparound porch
Drives up to Atlanta at least once a month specifically to go to Burger King and get a large order of their onion rings- which are her favorite fast food item in existence
Throughout the years she has been working on her panic attacks and fear of horses, getting to the point where she can not only be around her horses and others, but she can ride up to a trot. While she still dreams of one day getting her skill set back to what it used to be, she’s proud of how far she’s come on her own
Still plays weekly tennis matches with her dad
Couldn’t bring herself to sell her air stream so it’s still parked on her parents’ property and she rents it out on Airbnb periodically. She’s also been known to allow friends who need it to crash there rent free
Has an 8 year old tripod tortie named Frank who she showers with the most love and affection ever, that cat is so spoiled
Speaking of- she also has a stray cat she takes care of at The Sipping Cup that comes and goes as it pleases- they’ve named her Mocha
Lives with her best friend, Jay, and sometimes his son, Jack
Her parents both quit their jobs a few years after they met and formed their own practice, Nelson & Associates, which is still active and thriving today
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10 Anti LO Asks
(Note: All of these asks are before episode 206 (Season 2 finale) so some may be dated.)
1. tbh rachel wouldnt need to add in random lines about how capitalism is bad and having internalized misogyny at age seven if she didnt claim to the high heavens that shes actually a feminist goddess telling the most progressive story ever. talk about creating your own problems.
2. Never thought I'd say it but Zues spitting facts fr
3. No but why is Zeus framed as in the wrong😭 Like I understand in myths he’s supposed to be an asshole and at first in LO I could understand why he was an asshole, but Zeus is literally in the right in punishing Persephone. Like I’m rooting for him over HxP at this point man
4. this isn't even just the fact hades is a manipulative slave owner with an oedipus complex but zeus also just looks more aesthetically pleasing?? like his colors are much nicer and he has drip and pretty hair?? also like he doesnt lie about who he is, he will happily admit hes a dick, but hes fair when he needs to be and can stand by for those he cares about (yes hera i mean you after your kronos nightmare!), meanwhile with hades its like rachel dont lie to me hes elon musk at BEST
5. Alright I got some concerns over the new chapter (not fp) -
The idea that Persephone is SO important and that her unfair punishment is basically f*cking over everybody because Zeus is being too stubborn to realize what a hard working angel she is... Doesn't sit right with me.
Idk how to phrase this to make it make sense but everyone is being passive aggressive (sort of understandably) towards Zeus because his decision to punish Persephone. Like that satyr is basicslly saying "if only Zeus would lighten up and let hades and persephone be married and cater to their every whim then people / the world would be happy" - like the way the trial / punishment is written is that Persephone is the single most important character Ever whos life and choices affect everyone all the time and everyone is invested in hades and persephone being together because their lives basically depend on it - like hades is now supposedly messing up his own economy / citizens over not being able to see Persephone.
Also - I like that persephone seems to be standing up for herself finally, but it took 10 yrs to do it??
6. NGL I'm obsessed with that panel revealing Persephone's underworld citizenship went through bc 1) are we just supposed to ignore her immense privilege of getting a sped through process in a few DAYS, bc I won't! but 2) it feels like such an unintentional mockery of the actual immigration progress, where so many of us were/are trying to flee war, violence, and trying to find a better life, meanwhile SHE gets a sped through process so she can avoid the law/hook up with her boss. Love that, Rachel!
7. Also now that Cerberus is here I guess plot wise Persephone HAS to go see Hades despite the rules in place, she now has an excuse to go to the underworld and idk I read somewhere that some of the gods are in a sleep coma?
So heres a prediction - maybe kronos is up to something and zeus hasn't been affected yet because... Reasons? I bet its so that everyone is gone so oh no, whos going to save the Olympians from the dreaded kronos? Persephone of course! And zeus will finally have to admit how awesome she is and how great at everything she is and how wrong he was to punish her because only she, a fertility goddess, can save them and at the end everyone will be so mad if he doesn't forgive her because she saved the world to prove her worth that he'll have no choice but to lift the punishment and she and Hades can finally bang, I mean get together, and be married and everything goes back to normal and our protags get a happy ending and idk about everyone else - maybe Apollo is thrown into jail for rape and zeus is kept as king of the Olympians for a good show of faith but Hades and Persephone keep a close eye on him and basically control the strings so hes more like a puppet, and maybe hera and echo get together idk. Everyone else is secondary to the hades and persephone story so I don't know about them, cause despite it being called Lore Olympus only occasionally do we see storoes that pertain to outside of persephone and hades pov.
8. does that one anon think we critique rachel/LO because she's a woman 😭 the majority of lo critics are women?? yeah her being a cis white woman does effect how we look at her work, the ideas she puts into it, and how others treat her (especially compared to actual marginalized female webtoon creators), because that does play a huge role in why LO is full of problematic things and rachel's coddling by her fans. if we were calling her a bunch of gendered terms that'd be one thing, but we're not.
9. sorry but anon going "youre being WOKE" is such a giveaway theyre assholes w conservative opinions but dont want to admit it. like these are LO fans?? people who bemoan "woke" critics, who tend to be in the oppressed groups rachel is speaking over while claiming she's the actual progressive feminist?? like you guys cant have it both ways, if you want to claim LO is some feminist masterpiece then you cant shut down ppl who point out it consistently fails to meet up to even 1 progressive ideal 🤧
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10. FP SPOILERS///Sooo um Rachel made an episode with literal sex assault and wrote it off as a joke? Wow that's some big pro-feminism shit for you. It's not just stupid, it's disgusting and dangerous, bc what the hell are you implying as a writer when you write a scene where one character sexually assaults another for LAUGHS???? ARE YOU SERIOUS RACHEL???? I-I can't I really can't, somehow she makes literally everything 10x times worse with each new episode
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EP 4, aka the one with the real Tom Selleck vibes
-- Ted work pj's to prom and then went to jail?? The backstory keeps unravelling and it's always fascinating
-- Rebecca either already keeps her gala clothes at the club or she specially shipped them over there just bc she's indecisive and takes the whole day to decide her outfit. Either way, respect
-- the Keeley/Jamie puppy play is just. Weird. Good on him for being an asshole who still goes down on his girl, gotta love it
-- Isaacs suit is fucking stunning and Sam learning the names of all the journos 🥰
-- Ted parent trapping Jamie and Roy is fucking hilarious, especially since that's a 10-top. The other five people at that table are forced to watch this dramatic mess and i for one would pay so much money to be one of them
-- is Beard an actual name, or is it a nickname? Does he have a name? Did Ted rescue him from some weird genius clone experiment? The questions never end
-- idk how anyone didn't think Rupert's appearance was skeevy af. He loses the club to his ex bc he blatantly cheated on her with a uni student, then crashes her first big appearance just to one-up her in an all white suit??? Supervillain behaviour
-- Colin still has a concussion from the club scene the episode before, so this all happened within a week, closer to three days probably. So Keeley gets heart eyes over Roy standing up for the kit man, and immediately starts comparing him to Jamie and finds Jamie lacking. She has a habit of falling fast and hard huh?
-- that was Bex betting on Jamie, right? What a fucking nightmare. The old owner of the club takes over the auction from under his ex wife and gets his new beau to bet on a date with the star player of said club, to the behest of his girlfriend? Also what was Rupert's plan there? Seduce Jamie away from Richmond? He didn't even have a club at that point
-- Rebecca finally trusts Ted ❤️ also him following her out of the auction to check up on her is mirrored later with the karaoke panic attack which is just. Cinematic poetry
-- is it just me or do Jamie's tattoos kinda...appear and disappear at will?
-- they added an intermission to an auction? I know it works plot wise to have Jamie and Roy talk between Keeley bidding on them both, but still.
-- ah right it's not Bex it's Jamie's...plus two? At a different table?? Which Rebecca knew about??? Who is...still Bex????? Which makes it even messier tbh. Your sugar daddy is taking your bid over your plus one to the sugar daddy's ex's auction? Where you're betting against the man's current girlfriend? This is giving me a fucking headache
-- colins wearing a hot pink tie, how fucking gay (affectionate)
-- im sorry i still can't imagine Beard with a ponytail. Literally a single year before the series started. Like, headbanging heavy metal hair? Sure. A ponytail tho???
-- also i Love the scene where Ted chases after Beard after the party bc it really shows the difference in...not quite their personalities but their influences in life. Beard, we know from the Trivia thing and context clues, is somehow indebted to Ted, presumably bc of excessive drug use but that's debatable. He runs from the party a little crazed, a little off kilter, and Ted follows stick straight with an almost cartoony James Bond type of swagger. It's just a very visual way of showing the core of their characters
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omg i read ur rules after i sent the ask abt chaeyoung, so that was my bad, but im glad u turned it around!!
i LOVE the idea abt jihyo's potential friend, esp when u mentioned sejeong!! i think jihyo and sejeong are very similar, so i can totally imagine sejeong as another hybrid (probably a kitten too), and the only reason jihyo likes her unlike how she was wary of nayeon and outright dislikes momo is bc sejeong kept trying to be her friend and eventually jihyo just gave in and found she liked her! a bit of a reverse of how they actually became friends (with jihyo hitting on starting convos with sejeong but thats what aus are for right?)
and sejeong would 100% take jihyo's side. and they meet up at their secret meeting spot and jihyo is just complaining and complaining and obviously sejeong is gonna agree with her cause she doesnt know any better LMAO, she jumps on the momo hate train REAL QUICK
but what if one day she finally meets momo and shes just like. jihyo. ur so dumb. she literally just wants to be your friend. and i can imagine poor momo :( who is probably so insecure abt her place and might be afraid that bc jihyo doesnt like her (and they've had jihyo longer) they might like momo less or get rid or her or smth :((
and meanwhile 2yeon is just like: jihyo will come around...eventually......right........
they're too busy being in love to deal with this rn hehe
but yeah! i really like this au!! and ty for letting me give my input, ill claim an emoji if thats ok?? i sent the previous two asks u answered abt this au (the one asking for more and the jihyo having a friend one) so u can keep track of it if u want
but yeah this is so cool and also sorry for talking so much 😭😭 i really love hybrid aus
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absolutely no worries! i only updated my rules yesterday so really there was no way you would’ve known if you had looked before then!
i freaking adore sejeong and i’ve always wanted to try writing her! every time i think of her and jihyo all i can think of is the whole ‘twin flame’ trope- i mean sejeong did call jihyo her “soulmate” at one point... so as you can tell i’m a sehyo enthusiast!
but hybrid kitten!sehyo just takes the dramatics and the cuteness to another level! i love love LOVE the reversal of their meeting. i can imagine sejeong just popping up everyday for a week straight asking jihyo to hang out and be friends. no matter how many times jihyo would roll her eyes and say she doesn’t need a friend because she already has jeongyeon, sejeong would just roll her eyes right back leave with a “see you tomorrow pabo (idiot)!” eventually jihyo rationalized hanging out with sejeong by telling herself it’s okay to have two friends if one of them is also a kitten like her so jeongyeon won’t get jealous.
sejeong would absolutely take jihyo’s side! i imagine that sejeong mostly comes around when her owner + jeongyeon aren’t home (and the few times she has met jeongyeon all jeong does is joke about how they’re ‘the same kitten just copy and pasted’). so sejeong probably knows deep deep down jihyo is just being overdramatic about the whole situation - but she’s never really hung out while 2yeon are at home and she’s never met momo so as far as she’s concerned jihyo is 100% justified in everything. she’d be fuming too if her owner moved in her girlfriend without asking and then brought home a new puppy on a whim.
but because she is on the outside, she is much more reasonable about the situation when it finally comes to meeting momo. i would imagine she’d come over one afternoon while her owner is out shopping or something and expects to see jihyo on her usual chair basking in the sun but instead she finds momo sitting alone in the living room pouting. since momo arguably has one of the most irresistible pouts of all time, sejeong can’t help but talk to her (even though she was going to ignore her out of solidarity with jihyo). poor momo should be on top of the world right now, she just got a new home and a new family. when 2yeon are home she can at least hang out with them but when they’re gone and she’s left alone with jihyo she’s reminded of how lonely she was before coming home with them.
puppy!momo lives with her heart on her sleeve, her ears always giving away her emotions no matter how well she tries to hide them with her words. so when sejeong asks what’s wrong momo just pouts and says ‘jihyo’s ignoring her again so she’s waiting out here until nayeon comes home’ and bursts into tears because she hasn’t really had anyone to talk to about any of this. she’s too scared to bring it up to 2yeon in case they realize bringing momo home was a mistake and they take her back in order to keep jihyo happy. she can’t exactly talk to jihyo about it without getting the cold shoulder. plus she doesn’t know anyone else in the area so she’s just been keeping everything to herself. sejeong right then and there decides she likes momo and doesn’t want to see her sad again. so she gives momo a hug and listens to all her worries and insecurities. before she leaves she promises they’ll hang out together soon, but first she’s got to deal with jihyo.
the next time the kittens meet up at their spot, the first thing sejeong does is hit her on the arm and calls her an idiot. she ignores all of jihyo’s pouts and protests, she’s heard them before. she’s determined to get jihyo to like momo so all three of them can be friends. they’re all hybrids so they might as well get along. plus, it would be more fun to have someone else play around with them. maybe she hatches a plan to force the three of them to hang out together or something along those lines??
as for 2yeon, they know jihyo is a slow burn and once she opens up to momo she’ll like her (even if she won’t admit it). she didn’t like nayeon and first but now she does... well they think she does. she doesn’t really say it. or ever show it. but sometimes she seems like she might, so that’s what counts! in the mean time, they’re just loving life and definitely in a little honeymoon phase now that they’ve taken that next step in their relationship. until one of the hybrids runs away or draws blood, they don’t need to step in. just positive vibes and fingers crossed!
and that’s totally okay!! i’m so excited to have people becoming regular emoji anons! like i really can’t express to you how happy i am that you’re even taking the time to read any of this and interact with me! i wasn’t really sure how well any of my hcs would come off because i think their good ideas but i couldn’t tell if anyone else would think so too. if i could hug you through the screen i would! so seriously thank you so much for interacting and adding to this au, it’s given me so much inspiration and fun!!
#answered#🐻 anon#kitten!jihyo#hybrids#twice headcanons#jihyo#sejeong#momo#jeongyeon#nayeon#also never EVER apologize about something being 'too long' i love it!
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Ok so, more Rammy info dump
Imma start off and say I'm sharing this info dump for the ppl who dont know much of her, bc there isn't as many Rammy enjoyers, most are just mutuals
But I've been wanting to doodle her more, so with this post i leave my ask box open for doodle requests for her, bc i want stuff to doodle by tomorrow, but well anyother day will be fine as well Ú3Ù
And if you want i can doodle her with your oc as well (human version or huamn in general, i still struggle a tad bit with animals/animatronics 👉👈), just put in an image of them!
Basic info
♡Rammy the Racoon
•Real name: Renata Oliveira
•Age: 26
•Lesbian
•Currently in a "friends with benefits" relationship with Roxy and Chica
For the new folks, here's some basic info about her, and another work featuring her
You can also find some more info of the au her human version is from here, if you want just the Rammy info, then scroll down to Character Relationships/Stories, and you'll fine her info under "Renata (+Suise and Rachel)", tho around the Timeline area, on 2021, you can find a bit of extra info about how she came to be part of the Pizzaplex
Now the dump
•She can be a bit dense at times
But she's very helpful still. She grew up with having to be well behaved so she would be on her teen sister's good side (it didn't need to be alot, her sister never wanted anything bad to happen to her and could be a little protective at times, but ya know, teens can be angsty).
She also learned to perform at a young age as she liked to put on shows after her sister's friends dressed her up. She also enjoyed singing alot of lullabies for her baby cousins (Idk if its a general brasilian thing, but how i grew up family is very important, and cherished, so she has a close bond to many of her family members)
She also is quite fluent in English, tho still struggles a bit still, causing her be quite oblivious to some jokes between her coworkers and not understanding them.
•She's also very abservent still, even if she cant understand a joke, she can read someone's body language very well, and can see whether they are lying or not. Not 100% right, but at least 90% of the time she is
She also has good memory (unlike me-) and is what she does in her role: Search for the lost items and give them back to their owner, if she doesn't remember she always has it written down on a small notebook.
•She's usually very friendly, and seen as the sweet niave type (which honestly, she is most of the time), but she can be smart when she needs to. And don't get on her bad side, cuz she's a good prankster. What type of prankster? The dangerous type if you annoy her (which can consist of insulting her loved ones or mistreatment of kids)
She doesn't play pranks as much, so you'll never expect it from her. It starts out harmless, then it gets annoying
The the target wont know its her with her innocent act, and will accuse the obvious ones. If they figure it out it's her, no one will be on their side as she plays innocent, then it gets a bit risky, and until they learn their lesson
She won't stop.
Tho that side of hers doesn't show that often.
•She's also a bit short tempered at times. She tries her best to be nice, but she breaks it a bit when she gets frustrated. Which can be out of small things such as, the sound of paper or gum chewing, snoring, or breathing the wrong way or skin touching even if her own (definitely not stuff i lose my temper with)
She learned how to keep her composure, especially around kids
But she'll need a cool off afterwards, which luckily Sun and Moon provide her with. Or cuddles with Chica and Roxy. Tho those are usually by the end of the day since both Chica and Roxy are usually way busier then Sun and Moon. Plus the twins are right next to Rammy's post, so it's faster to go in-between work breaks.
•As for her hobbies. She likes to play dress up and do her makeup, even if not for work
She also likes to sow and draw! Mostly designing her outfits. Most of the stuff she uses is hand made by her too! Ofc not everything but most of it
•And on a final note
Her area is basically a remodeled version of kid's cove now, which makes her be quite close to the daycare
She usually helps out sun and moon, her and sun having a close bond
They chat, share gossip, help each other with the kids when one area is more hectic
And in the end Rammy likes to help out in cleaning duty if the daycare
(Also, doodles may not all be done quickly, if at all, some might take days to make. I just need a collection of ideas to do throughout the times i get bored)
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if you're comfortable with sharing, may we have some facts about Lady Magg-Lynn?? I think she's very neat 🥺💖
aaa yes yes !!! here some beta stuff about lady magg-lynn!!
will only be called "lady magg-lynn" by everyone. never any nicknames or shortened version. she worked hard to get the title of lady and she will be addressed as such, and always makes sure people know this
tiramisu (mochis mom)'s best friend from the good ol days!! started as enemies/rivals and became best of friends over the years!! much like mochi and murda or mochi and the rat witch.
but theyre very much the roast each other kind of best friends and constantly give each other shit LMFAO!! tiramisu haggles her about looking old and not being able to find a man and lady magg-lynn hassles tiramisu about her small pathetic little shop and being poor and they love each other very much
magg-lynn is VERY rich. theoretically, any witch CAN be rich since they can just magic up some money, but magg-lynn actully organically worked for all her money. no one knows how, but everyone suspects she had some shady dealings with like. organized crime or some shit. dont ask her about it she'll just laugh it off
shes the rich auntie who is overly doting to her friends kids. shes always pinching mochi (and limes. and cocos and oscars) cheeks and going "oooh so cute!!" and giving them candy
her guild is no longer active as a fighting/protective force, but nonetheless she (as mentioned in other posts) took in ikasumi and made her a member of her guild for work purposes. forging signatures and witches seals with the ink mages magic is appearently something she needs
(also mentioned before) she sent ikasumi on a mini-mission to spy on mochi (everyone has their eye on the new cat witch. need to get all the tea)
i dont think she would nessecarily want to take the cat witches power since tiramisu is her friend but.,...i think she would think about it
owns a fairly hole-in-the-wall yet well known shop in the central kingdoms capitol called "Magg-Lynn's Antiques"
masqurades as a normal antique shop but she hardly ever sells anything. its more of a collection.
much like how limes baseball bat or cocos shoes has special powers, her antique shop collects items like these that have been lost, abandoned, stolen, or otherwise given away throughout history. the owner or guild may no longer remain but the magic does, so she collects these things!!
that being said, it can also be thought of as a sort of resource if we're thinking about this in the RPG sense again. imagine a shop you could go to where you could "borrow" a special item you need for a quest that has special properties. thats essentially what magg-lynns antiques are. in a way shes kind of like sulluvan where shes an information/item resource
she also doesnt spend much time in the shop herself, she mostly delegates it to other young people she has in her guild (said young people are potentially spin-off/short story material because i think the adventures they would go on to aquires these antiques would be very fun)
hips for days
hasnt yet found a successor for the butterfly witches power. she is extremely picky and also reluctant to give it up, as well as not really liking being a mentor. its something thats just gonna have to come to her, she wont actively seek it out
i like to imagine shes a bit active in the higher society circles of the central kingdom!! places mochi and tiramisu never touch because its far too much politics and fuck-fuck games
she has connections.......
i also like to think she flirts with sulluvan when she sees him and he is very respectful to her but nonetheless not interested since the butterfly is too low on the pyramid (lol hes eyes on the prize only)
i also think it would be very funny if she also recruited the paper mage into her guild bc i think the paper mage and the ink mage would hate each other LMFAO she does it for the giggles
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Do you have any Harlivy fic recommendations? Preferably something that is already completed?
OH I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE
okay okay so quick little tangent fact !! I actually just finished my undergrad degree in "english literature analysis & writing" and reading fics is so fun bc I get to analyze them and break them down and if it's particularly well written the stars align and it's just UGH so good.
ratings are: E (explicit) M (mature) T (teens and up) and G (everyone)
anyways here is a HUGE list of my favorite fics to date, their stats/details/plots, reasonings as to why they're on the list to begin with, and a short analysis:
SHORT STORIES (less than 30k words)
for your convenience they’re in order of length bc I’m focusing on this super hard rn
KISS YOUR BEST FRIEND CHALLENGE (T)
STATS — 340 words, shenanigans, fluff
PLOT — Harley, TikTok and general Social Media queen, decides to do the trending challenge to kiss your best friend. The best friend? Her roommate and the woman she’s been crushing on for fucking ever: Poison Ivy.
AM I TOO CLOSE? (CAUSE YOU FOLD INTO ME LIKE A HEART WITH A BEAT) (G)
STATS — 839 words, fluff, shenanigans
PLOT — Harley genuinely wasn’t looking for trouble, but it’s hard to just have a day out when you’re one of Gotham’s most wanted. Running into Ivy, she takes drastic measures (and her hoodie into the mix) to distract the police from looking in their direction.
I’M HOME (G)
STATS — 892 words, domestic fluff
PLOT — After a long and rough day at work, Ivy comes home to Harley. Relaying the details of her day, she basks in the comfort of her girlfriend, who provides gentle questions and is a phenomenal listener. General cuteness.
CONFLICT DIAMONDS (G)
STATS — 990 words, wedding shenanigans, banter, humor
PLOT — Batman and Renee Montoya respond to a break-in at a jewelry store, except even though the owner is duct-taped to the wall, it isn’t really a break-in; Harley’s just trying to shop for a ring for Ivy, and that’s difficult to do when the owner is screaming in the corner. Batman and Renee both pitch in to help pick something nice for Harley’s girl, resulting in hilarious banter.
OF COURSE (T)
STATS — 1.1k words, hurt/comfort (kinda), harley quinn animated tv show centric
PLOT — In the aftermath of Ivy’s death, rebirth, and the fall of Joker Tower, Harley collapses onto the ground. Since she never mentioned that her parents are the reason for most of her injuries, Ivy isn’t sure why she’s so out of it.
PERFECT MORNINGS (T)
STATS — 1.1k words, domestic fluff/bliss
PLOT — Ivy, who usually wakes up early and before Harley, takes a moment to look at the countless muscles, ridges, scars, and tattoos on Harley’s body as she sleeps. General cuteness.
I’D LOVE TO CHECK YOU OUT (T)
STATS — 1.7k words, university au, fluff
PLOT — Harley visits the library virtually every day, and it’s definitely not because she needs to work on her university courses and homework. She finally works up the courage to speak to the alluring redhead she sees there every day while absentmindedly looking at a book on sharks.
I’LL LOVE YOU IN THE MORNING (NOON, NIGHT) (T)
STATS — 2.1k words, angst, hurt/comfort
PLOT — A snapshot look into Ivy and how she comes to know, care, and love all the sides of Harley—from psychiatrist to criminal to girlfriend. She loves her throughout it all.
DAY-DREAMING (T)
STATS — 2.2k words, shenanigans, psychiatrist Harleen
PLOT — Ivy’s falling for her psychiatrist—her humorous, intelligent, caring, and downright gorgeous psychiatrist. It’s difficult, to say the least.
WHAT HAPPENS IN THEMYSCIRA (DOESN’T) STAY IN THEMYSCIRA (T)
STATS — 2.3k words, humor, wedding shenanigans, angst with a happy ending
PLOT — In a surprise twist of events, Harley and Ivy were drunkenly married at Themyscira. When asked at the wedding if anybody had objections to the union of Ivy and Chuck, Wonder Woman and the Queen of Themyscira herself come to object. Ivy, for lack of a better word, wants to die a little.
NOT A ROCKER CHICK (T)
STATS — 3.1k words, rock band au, fluff
PLOT — The last thing Ivy wants to do is go to a rock band concert with her best friend, Selina. Despite her best efforts, she can’t help but completely fall into the rhythm of the band and their music, so different than her own norm. And okay, maybe the singer (who Selina was friends with and called “Harley”) was also kinda hot...
A TENDER HEART AMONG THE GREEN (T)
STATS — 3.2k words, gotham city sirens raise Lucy au, domestic bliss
PLOT — Harley and Selina come back home to the apartment to find Ivy passed out asleep with Lucy cuddling into the crook of her neck and Selina’s cats cuddling her legs. Knowing that Ivy would rather be caught dead than in such a compromising situation (after all, she is the Poison Ivy, who “hates humans”) the two take a photo, since it lasts longer. Shenanigans and cuteness ensue.
BUILDING YOUR GIRL’S SECOND STORY (M)
STATS — 3.3k words, university/grad school au, angst with a happy ending
PLOT — Snapshots of Harley’s battle with her violent and abusive boyfriend, Jack, and the way in which Bruce, his boyfriend Clark, and her best friend (and potentially lover) Pamela all love Harley and will do anything, anything, to make sure she gets the help, care, and love she needs.
A DIFFERENT KIND OF NORMAL (T)
STATS — 3.6k words, coronavirus pandemic/quarantine au, family au
PLOT — Ivy is requested by the Justice League to help create and manufacture a vaccine for the COVID-19 virus. As she works on the vaccine, she video calls Harley and their daughter Lucy, both of whom miss her very much.
RABBIT IN THE GARDEN (T)
STATS — 4.4k words, implied suicide attempt, hard angst
PLOT — Winters are difficult to Ivy. When Harley comes home one day to see her submerged fully in water in the bathtub, the only thing Harley can do is cry and take her out. Ultimately Ivy is alright—but it doesn’t make it any easier.
WE WILL BE (EVERYTHING THAT WE’D EVER NEED) (T)
STATS — 5.8k words, high school au, angst, hurt/comfort
PLOT — Harley and Ivy are best friends from high school, living in the middle of Arizona. Ivy is absolutely head over heels for Harley, but the latter is in a growing and increasingly abusive relationship with the older “bad-boy” (literally) Jack. Eventually, the two grow together in more ways than one.
WHERE THE RED FERN GROWS (EXCEPT NO DOGS DIE) (M)
STATS — 9.7k words, domestic bliss, no powers just botanist & psychiatrist au
PLOT — After her abusive ex-boyfriend tries to maniacally tear down the front door of her apartment with an ax as her best friend, Selina, pushes the table against the splintering wood, Bruce recommends that Harley gets a dog. She gets two German Shepard brothers—Bud and Lou—who lead her one day on their walk to the most beautiful flower shop owner Harley’s ever seen. The story of Harley and Ivy, told with Bud and Lou present to witness every moment.
THE MOMENT I AWAKEN GHOSTS (T)
STATS — 11.7k words, falling in love, feelings & realizations
PLOT — A deep look into Ivy’s feelings and how they evolve from general hatred against Harleen the psychiatrist at Arkham to a blooming, kind and gentle love towards Harley Quinn, the crown jester of crime.
HARLEQUIN’S ISLE (T)
STATS — 17.5k words, hurt/comfort, happy ending, shenanigans, humor
PLOT — Harley and Ivy decide to go on a vacation on Bruce Wayne’s new eco-friendly plane, but in a surprise twist of events, things go terribly wrong, Ivy falls out of the plane, and the two (as well as all the other rich and wealthy big-name CEOS on the plane) get stranded on an island with someone actively trying to rob the investors. Harley and Ivy will fight them, god damn it, because they deserve this vacation and they will have it.
LONGER STORIES (30k words to 100k words)
YOUR LOVE (DÉJÀ VU) (G)
STATS — 33k words, slow burn, mild angst, canon divergence
PLOT — A what-if-Harley-found-Ivy-first fic, YOUR LOVE wonderfully illustrates Dr. Harleen Quinzel treating Ivy in a wonderfully humane and kind way, including learning floriography, the language of flowers, in order to better relate to her. Ivy is taken aback by her doctor's genuine care and begins to develop feelings, all the while Harleen falls hard and fast which wholly confuses and frightens her. The one caveat is that while this is happening, Harleen is also treating the Joker as well, who tries (keyword: tries) to manipulate her. Ivy and Harley dance a timid tango around one another as they try to navigate this new playing field of romantic feelings for one another, and things come to a breaking point when Harleen realizes that, perhaps, all of her patients have a point and that the real villains are not the ones inside the asylum, but rather the ones running it.
FAVORITE DETAILS — I just love the way this is written. It provides a wonderful and almost skinny-love like romance (except this takes place in an insane asylum) as Harleen and Ivy both try to understand their strong feelings for one another. The way in which the rogues and other inmates/patients all look out for one another was very heartwarming, and Waylon and Eddie's thinly veiled camaraderie with Ivy—and her thinly veiled appreciation for it—were both lovely and created a really warm environment. It really underlined why Harley loved them because you love them too in the process, and see how she reaches her breaking point.
CHARACTER DEPICTIONS — Harley, as she is in all of my favorite fics, is depicted as an incredibly intelligent and talented psychiatrist. Her caring nature is wonderfully outlined in this fic as she helps Waylon, Eddie, Ivy, and everybody else in the asylum be treated with genuine respect and care, going as far as to get them personalized gifts. Her psyche fracturing slowly never once makes her seem unintelligent to the reader, even as she actively places a ditz persona in order to fool the rest of the asylum staff (and the Joker). Ivy, on the other hand, is illustrated in a way that perfectly shows how all she genuinely needed was someone to listen. She's sometimes harsh and crass but you can see how she begins to soften as Harley helps her and treats her with: you guessed it, genuine respect.
FINAL VERDICT — I would get this tattooed on my ass if I could
NOVEL LENGTH WORKS (100k+ words)
ACROSS THE WAY (M)
STATS — 128.7k words, slow-burn, tattoo artist & flower shop owner au
PLOT — Botanist and flower shop owner Pamela Isley moves to Gotham from Seattle in search of a new life. Her shop is located directly next to a tattoo shop—one that is incredibly loud and bothersome. Upon walking in to give the shop a piece of her mind, she meets one of the resident artsits, Harley Quinzel, and cannot get her out of her mind. The two become best friends, and feelings slowly start to develop. On a night when Harley is most vulnerable and in need of a place to escape, Pam offers her apartment as a refuge, and from that point on things are never the same again (in the best way possible).
FAVORITE DETAILS — The SIT sessions were a wonderful touch and I loved seeing the recovery of both Ivy and Harley, because it was so real. I also loved how once Harley got out, she did everything in her power to protect both herself and Ivy from Jack, and we got to see her and Ivy grow into their wonderful, healthy romance.
CHARACTER DEPICTIONS — I love how all of the characters are illustrated; Selina, who is the caring best friend and genuinely does her best to help others around her all the while being her cocky, usual self. Pam, who escaped Seattle and started anew in Gotham and is the crass botanist and also the insanely kind and caring lover. Barbara is the adorable coffee shop owner, Floyd is the caring figure for Harley that she never had, and everyone is just wonderful.
FINAL VERDICT — literally go read this rn, what are you even doing
MAD LOVE: THE BEGINNING & MAD LOVE: THE FINAL CHAPTER (M)
STATS — nearly 400k words total, angst, canon divergence, domestic fluff, slice of life
PLOT — imagine YOUR LOVE except this is much longer, much more heart-wrenching, a whole lot more angsty, and Harleen's break with Harley is a lot more prevalent. Another what-if scenario of Dr. Harleen Quinzel meeting and treating the illusive Poison Ivy instead of the Joker, MAD LOVE shows an interesting depiction of the way they manipulate, hurt, care, and love one another. The entire story is riddled with well placed metaphors, recurring themes, and both Ivy and Harley's characters are illustrated in the most complex and interesting way. All throughout both the initial and the sequel, Ivy and Harleen play a metaphorical chess game in manipulation as a means to gain the upper-hand on the other, which creates a dangerous foundation for their following love story. In the sequel, "The Final Chapter," the story starts with Harley and Ivy—already married near the end of "A New Beginning"—having two kids and the entire piece spans over Harley's lifetime until she's on her deathbed, with Ivy still stuck at 33 years old beside her. I personally stopped reading the story after Harley died (I was too emotionally vulnerable to continue on) but if you continue reading on, you get to see Ivy move on and appreciate Harley's impact on her life as she finds love and happiness again after the loss of her wife.
FAVORITE DETAILS — We get insight into both Ivy and Harleen's trauma, and how not everything can be fixed with love. Neither Harleen nor Ivy (or their actions for that matter) are characterized as perfect in any way, and the story never excuses any of their more-than-questionable actions; in fact they make MANY mistakes and manipulate one another throughout the story, and both have power over the other (Harleen is her psychiatrist, but Ivy could easily kill her, so emotional power over someone with immense physical power).
CHARACTER DEPICTIONS — Harleen is depicted as an incredibly intelligent and capable psychiatrist, and the story somehow wonderfully mixes Harley's desire for violent chaos with Harleen's desire to help others. v Ivy is illustrated as the epitome of "I hate you and will not be nice unless you're literally either my wife or kids." She is seldom kind to others, is often crass, but an entire softy when it comes to Harleen and their children. She's a hard worker and is heavily involved in her research. Harleen, on the other hand, is equally cunning but more lighthearted, extremely athletic and active, the "fun" mom, and less into power trips (unless it's about Ivy).
FINAL VERDICT — definitely the most interesting fics I've ever read in my entire fucking life, it's so complex and wonderful and a literal minefield of analysis worthy literature, I'd also get this tattooed on my ass if I could
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"stripper!izuku"
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non hero quirkless (vigilante) izuku who's mom gets sick and he needs some extra cash to pay the medical bills and starts stripping
and shouta is dragged to a stripper joint by nemuri, tensei, and hizashi bc "u need to get out and enjoy urself" and he sees this cat boy (?) or maybe bunny boy stripper who's moving in a very familiar way
but he gets destructed be wow the muscles on those thighs he wants his head to be crushed
Oh hell let me just take this and twist it a bit:
So Izuku’s life has been pretty shit. He was labeled quirkless at 4, his dad left by the time he was 5, and school was hell. Inko did her best and she loved him but, well, it’s hard for a woman with a son like him.
So things were never easy.
But by the time he’s 16 Inko’s dead and he’s out on his own and things get harder. His saving grace? A few of the dancers from a local club on the scruffier side of Mustutafu. They don’t care that he’s quirkless or that he;s scrawny and he mumbles or anything like that.
They’re just ... kind. Something Izuku’s seen too little of in his life.
They take him in, get him a job busing tables and sweeping floors because nowhere else but the clubs want to hire someone like him. They even find him a place to rent for super cheap where the only real issue is the way he has to make sure he wedges a chair under his doorknob every night. But he normally uses the window instead of the door anyways so it works out.
So the dancers help him out and he balances finishing school as fast as possible (because he promised Inko he would no matter what and the teachers are more than happy to see him go) and his new life that happens at night. Working in this new world of glitter and sequins, thigh highs and flesh. It’s rough and it’s messy but it’s good in so many ways. Filled with laughter and long nails scratching at his scalp and bartenders who feed him and dancers who slip small yen notes and coins into his pockets when he’s not paying attention because he’s “just baby, look at those cheeks”.
And he knows not all of them have tragic backstories, some of them just like to dance, but none of that matter because they’re all so good to him.
He gets older. Turns 17 and a few of the dancers see the way he wiggles to the beat when he buses tables and sweeps floors and they start teaching him in the down time before the club opens and after it closes. He’s always been good at patterns, always been good at keeping aware of his surroundings and once something catches his attention he latches on hard.
And dancing, this thing that’s such a huge part of all these people who’ve taken over his life now, absolutely catches his attention.
He gets real good, real fast and the owner is more than willing to let him take a turn on the stage on slow nights for half the regular stage fee. But then it becomes the full fee because Izuku’s good. Good enough to where the owner asks him what he wants his gimmick to be.
And it’s cliche, he knows it is, but all he can think is how Inko used to laugh and poke him in the cheeks and tug lovingly at his hair when he was little and coo “look at my little bunny” thanks to how he’d hop in place and flap his hands just a bit whenever he was excited about something, unable to stand still.
So soon he’s not just busing table anymore he’s a fulltime dancer too, Usa-chan on the stage.
He still helps out around the club though. Still runs drinks and even takes shifts behind the bar if necessary. And once the night’s through he’ll take the time to walk a few of the dancers home because he wants them to be safe.
So of course when someone tries to rob them, tries to steal the money his friends worked so hard for Izuku steps in, body just moving on its own. But he’s strong now. Running and dancing and working the floor have all seen to that.
“My hero,” Nanami-chan sobs, half smothering Izuku in his cleavage even as the other dancers coo and laugh and agree.
And Izuku just ... yeah, he still wants that. So after that night Izuku just, never stops stepping in wherever he goes, with whatever he sees.
Turns out dancing is actually a pretty good source of income and training for a vigilante too. A flexible schedule, good pay, and a job that guarantees him a special kind of physical training in the process.
So time passes, he gets older and while his life isn’t perfect, while it’s still hard and it’s still rough in a lot of ways, it’s also ... good. Better than he’d ever imagined.
And then, one night when the music is loud and the club is packed, he ends up in the lap of Eraserhead himself and everything changes.
But Nerumi is a huge supporter and likes to frequent the local clubs, showing her support to the dancers and just enjoying herself. Hizashi’s always down for a night out and Tensei is surprisingly at home anywhere. So of course that means Shouta gets dragged out more often than he might like to one club or another.
~~~
For his part Shouta’s never been a strip club kind of person. Nothing against the people who work there it’s just that they’re normally loud and crowded and sometimes the lights hurt his eyes.
He’s absolutely not expecting to be taken in by one of the dancers. But Usa-chan is all lithe muscles and mouthwatering thighs and he dances with something that looks a lot like a sensual sort of violence in every move and Shouta can’t help but watch.
And Nerumi, Hizashi, and Tensei can’t help but see him watch. So of course they interfere, more money than necessary piling up between the quickly as they wave Usa-chan down after his set and buy a lap dance for their grumpy friend.
“Oh,” Usa-chan practically squeaks as he pretty much lands in Shouta’s lap, face flushed and dark lined eyes wide. “Eraserhead!”
And Shouta’s shocked of course that he’s been recognized here in this club. But then Usa-chan smiles, this wide and bright sort of grin and leans forwards to brush a barely there kiss against the arc of Shouta’s cheek.
“Thank you for all you do,” Usa-chan tells him softly with a small wink. “Let me make this dance really good for you.”
And Shouta’s stuck there with a lap full of dancer while his idiot friends hoot and holler beside him and, well, Shouta’s always been a cat person but maybe bunnies aren’t so bad either.
Maybe.
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