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potentialguybodyswaps · 9 months

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Cum Locked Into a Marine:

Are you in the military but feel like you joined the wrong branch? well there’s a way to swap branches, only catch, you have to swap bodies with someone in that branch and live their life, you can always swap back but only after both parties have finished their contract, so if you have 1 year left on yours, and you decided to swap with a fresh boot, you gotta finish the rest of their contract

Not many people wanna swap with a guy fresh out of boot camp but I did.

I’ve spent a year in the navy and didn’t like it one bit, when I joined I was hoping to join a brotherhood but the comrodery wasn’t there , when I was in A school, the base I was at for training was actually a joint base with the army, navy, Air Force and marines

Something that always upsetted me is when ever we’d see the marines, they were fine as fuck, for no reason, hands down the best looking fucking branch, no homo.

Even when I got to my ship and did a deployment with the marines onboard, they always looked hot and way fitter, if I would have join them instead of the navy, I’d definitely have abs but a lot of the navy struggles to stay within height and weight regulations

So I decided I wanted to swap with a marine, I made an account for the Body Exchange Program (or B.E.P. For short) and went to the subsection for military swaps and clicked on the marine branch to see what bodies were available

One thing I loved about the B.E.P. Is while the swaps are basically contracts and ment to last for the agreed time, they’re a couple ways to get out of that aswell… The B.E.P. Isn’t actually ment for long term swaps, so the only real way to do so is by breaking the TOS (terms of servicing). if both parties end up ejaculating while swaped, they end up locked in each others bodies

A lot of them had high standards in order to swap with them but I did find one Private named Matt Cummings. his profile says he’s only been out of boot camp for a week now and hates it, willing to swap with anyone from any branch as long as their not old.

I’ve only done 1 out of my 5 years so it didn’t bother me basically losing a year and having to restart a 5 year contract, especially if it ment I got to look hot as fuck and be a marine

Luckily I was only about 3 years older so I sent a request and after a little talking he agreed saying “I’d love to be in the navy and see more countries than just being deployed and stuck in 1”

Since we were in the same time zone this would actually be somewhat easy, we just set the time to swap to 3 A.M. when we’re both sleeping, and since we both actually had the next couple days off, it’d give us time to adapt and try to figure out our new lives

He asked me if I was sure I wanted to do this, promising it’s not like how I think it is. And I told him yes I’m sure…

Unfortunately he was one of the few profiles on here that didn’t have a profile pic so I was a bit worried about walking into this blind, but checking out the basic stats on his profile made me a bit more confident, 5’10 and 140. At the very minimum I might lose like 2 inches of height but atleast I lose about 40 pounds of weight also haha

I woke up the next day in a bed that didn’t belong to me and a dorm room that didn’t look familiar to me. Needing to piss I flung the blanket off me and saw that I was in nothing but my underwear, I rushed to the head (bathroom in military talk) and lowered them to piss and was kinda shocked, nothing too special about the dick, I mean about the same size as my actual body, but maybe a bit longer, ok, more than a little, I had to be atleast 3 and a half inches soft now, bro probably had like atleast 2 inches on me hard, I don’t know yet, so I’ll assume im about 6.5 or 7 inches hard maybe more now. What had me shocked tho was that I’m now uncircumcised! This is awesome man! I always wanted to be uncut. I just woke up and I’m glad this guy wanted to swap, definitely lucked out.

After I got done pissing and shooked my dick, I went to the sink to drink some water straight from the facet, after I got done drinking I stood up water dripping down my face onto my chest and onto my thin 6pack… if you could even call these abs, I’m not sure, maybe inbetween toned and abs status. Finally taking the chance to look in the mirror, I believe I lucked out, this guy seems to be one of the finer looking ones

While admiring my new self in the mirror I started to get hard and decided to check out the goods, pulling my underwear down my initial assessment seemed to be right, definitely bigger than my original body, so definitely atleast 7 inches. I decided to save playing with myself for later, hate to be a cliche and immediately go to touching myself after a swap, I’ll save it for later when I decide to act like a true marine and go get day drunk!

I tried finding some clean clothes but everything that wasn’t a uniform item was kinda just thrown onto the floor so I don’t know which piles are clean and which are not… I decided to take from the pile that smelled the lest like B.O. and get dressed

Once dressed I grabbed a backpack I saw laying around and left the onbase housing and found a store that happened to sell some IPA’s in there. I got a 6 pack and headed back to my room. on the way to the store and on the way back I was getting looks from everyone like I’m doing something I shouldn’t be, can’t be the alcohol can it? I mean no way, I tucked it into my bag. I mean, ya bro didn’t check the back of my CAT card to see my date of birth, so it’s technically underage drinking, but no one knows I have beer in my backpack nor does that explain the looks I was getting on the way to the store in the first place

I shrugged it off and just went back inside to my room. Once in I started drinking right away after I found some good shows to watch on this guys phone, I don’t know his password but the finger ID works, I’ll have to message him and ask him for the code later

It was taking me longer than usual to finish these due to not liking the taste anymore, and they were fucking me up more than usual making me a bit nauseous, I guess it makes since, this Matt guy has only been in for a week, probably didn’t have a taste for alcohol yet, not to mention different tastebuds in general, dam that sucks, this was one of my favorite brands too!

It took me almost 3 hours but I was finally on the last one, on a scale of like 1-10 I was probably a 6 on the drunk scale, trying not to throw up, which is ironic sense I use to black out and wake up never throwing up once throughout the night

When I get drunk I like to start cleaning or working out drunk, makes everything a bit more fun, I decided to do laundry, sense I can’t tell what’s clean and what’s not, I decided to just wash everything on the floor

Once I put everything in the washer I had a thought, technically I don’t know if the clothes I put on today were clean or not, and after spending some time in them today, technically they are dirty “fuck it” I said outloud and stripped completely naked tossing my clothes into the washer too before starting it

I went back and sat on the couch buck ass naked, it always felt weird walking around naked, so the fact that I’m doing it now in a slimmer body, balls swinging? Was kinda erotic, I started to get hard but the hornyness turned into fear when I herd a knock at the door

I remained still hoping they’d just go away, but then herd the sliding of the lock and the door open

“Aye Private FuckFace, I gotta talk to you. A sergeant and 2 corporals came in with him and closed the door behind them. For some reason I forgot that I was totally nude and thought it’d be a good idea to just start playin a movie again and pretend like I didn’t hear them

They walked around the corner into the living room to see me naked on the couch making them freeze and recalculate for a few seconds

I tried to not look up at them and continue watching my phone

“Well what do we have here” the sergeant said walking up to me

“Uh, uh, nothing much sergeant, just watchin a movie, you?”

“Me? What do I have? Let’s see, I’m given the task of coming to scald you for going out in public today and not shaving, what is this? Like my 3rd time telling you in the last week since you’ve been here that you have to shave EVERY DAY. And now I have YOU sitting on the couch, buck ass naked with beer cans on the table” he yelled knocking my partially full can over

“So that’s what we’re doing now? Underage drinking in base housing, not shaving. Sitting in the couch naked, legs open, not even trying to cover yourself, you know I told you if you kept fucking up I was gonna cum on your fucking face Private Cummings, I wasnt joking” he said unbuckling his belt

It didn’t register with me the first time, but it did the second, I’m so fucked up right now that I totally forgot that I was nude, fuck. Wait did he just say he was gonna fuck my face!?

I went to get up off the couch but he pushed me hard when I got half way up, sending me back on the couch.

“Now you know the rules to this, you can try to get out of this but I doubt you’ll be able too” he said nodding to the two corporals as he pulled his 5 inch hard dick out

I went to get up a second time but the corporals went behind the couch, each grabbing an arm and holding it back so I can’t go anywhere

“Suck” he said dick inches away from my mouth

“Fuck that” I screamed trying to spit on his dick as a sign of disrespect

Due to my slow reaction time the moment I tried to build up saliva and spit out on his dick, he just Jammed it in my mouth the second I opened it

I didn’t dare move, I’m not gonna fuck him up by hitting his dick but I’m not sucking it ether

I quit trying to fight to get up and just fell back into the couch more trying to get the dick to come back out my mouth

“Private FuckFace you are to suck my dick until I cum in your mouth, do you understand? That’s an order soldier” the sergeant said yelling at me

The moment he said “that’s an order” it’s like the combination of my boot camp instincts and this Cummings guy’s kicked in and I just quit resisting giving in and sucking his dick

Like a good soldier does, I gave it my all trying to do a good job and I suppose I did cause he yelled “I’m about to cum” I sped up a bit just so I can be done with this gay shit, the moment he started to blow his load in my mouth I quit sucking, but he wouldn’t pull out

I looked up to see my sergeant looking down on me, saying “you know the rules, now swallow, Private”

The moment I swallowed my sergeant nodded again and the corporals finally let go, they came back around the couch laughing

“Oh my god sergeant did he actually do it? Haha” one of them said laughing

“Yep, he swallowed it, which by Marine Social Code, means you, private fuck face, are officially my bitch now and have to do whatever I say whenever I say it” the sergeant said with a smile

“Bro what the fuck is wrong with y’all, fuck that I’m not nobodies bitch, you just mad a private has a bigger dick then you dude” I said standing up

“Private I told you, you know the rules, if anyone is able to take you by force and make you swallow their cum, your their bitch now, you could have gotten out of the hold we had you in, you just decided to say fuck your training, I feel like becoming a bitch all of a sudden right? Just accept it for what it is and do what I say like a good little bitch”

One of the corporals decided to tap the sergeant and ask him a question

“So uh, sense he’s your bitch now, do we get any sort of compensation for helping you? I mean he did put up a fight in the beginning and make us put some effort into holding him down, for someone that decided to become a bitch, he should have known he shouldn’t fight with his superiors” one of them said

The sergeant smiled and said “perhaps… Private go ahead and suck these two’s dicks aswell, take as much time as you’d like”

“No dude what the fuck is your problem I’m not doing that gay shit I’m a marine” I said angrily

“Private, you will suck these two men’s dick, that’s an order” the sergeant said

Once again it was like something in me was triggered and I proceeded to get down on my knees to make it easier for them to stick it in.

“ and you might be a marine but your a fresh marine, ment to be made into whatever the fuck we want you to be, if we want you to be the bottom bitch of the whole platoon, guess what your doing? Suckin dick just like we want you too” the sergeant said as I was giving one of the corporal the works

Both the corporals were bigger than the sergeant, so my only assuming is that the sergeant likes to get drunk with his power and assert it whenever he can, like now

After I got done blowing the first corporal, just like the sergeant did… he ordered me to swallow after cumming in my mouth. laughing, he pulled out and let the 2nd corporal take his turn

This time I didn’t need any instructions and just knew to swallow that way his dick come out my mouth faster, I hated every second of this, I thought the marine corps was the straight bad ass branch but I guess their even worse than the navy somehow

As I swallowed the 2nd corporal’s load I moved my eyes and glanced over at sergeant to see a pissed off expression

“What sergeant, I’m just doing what you told me to do” I said feeling the urge to please my superior officers

“I told you to suck their dicks, I didn’t necessarily say to let them cum in your mouth and swallow it, did i” he said rubbing his hands against the sides of the his temple

“Your point” i asked

“My point is now that you swallowed their cum, your all of our’s bitch now…. man you must really love this don’t you? It’s ok private, I knew from the beginning you must be a little gay from our first encounter, with that being said, we’ll round up the rest of the platoon and make sure you have plenty of cum to swallow and dicks to suck by the end of the week, I’m sure the rest of the guys will be ecstatic to find out they can get free blowjobs whenever they want and not have to go out into town to get it. Good work private” he said now smirking a little bit

“Ok I’ll leave the rest to you two” sergeant said and then walked out

Once the sergeant walked out the corporals both started dying laughing

“Hold up just stay right there private, ima make a call to the E-4 Mafia and get you some more dicks to suck tonight” one of them said pulling out their phone and started reading aloud the text he was sending to a group chat

“E-4 mafia, new platoon bitch is with me right now, drunk as fuck, giving out free blowjobs and swallowing, hit me up if you’d like to get in on this day one, goal is to get him to swallow every guy in the platoon by the end of the week” and send he said

Guys, come on now, this isn’t cool, y’all are gonna make me get a STD or something, you really want that? I said panicking

“Really only a problem for the ones after/if you get one private, but I think most would say it’d be a fair trade off in the hopes of having a platoon wide bitch, it’s gonna be a long 4 years for you dude haha” he said sitting down on the couch keeping an eye on me to make sure I don’t escape before his buddies show up

For some reason thinking about what just happened has me getting hard, the sergeant can go kill himself for all I care, but just like my new marine body, these corporals are starting to look kinda hot

The one that send out the group chat noticed I got hard and addressed me

“You find this hot Cummings” he said with a sly smile on his face

“I got something for you private, just go ahead and close your eyes and start stroking your dick dude, slowly”

I do so, and next thing I know I hear the corporal searching his bag behind me untill he found something, I herd a bag open and he asked me

“ do you like poppers private”

“I love them! What type of popper tho? Like jalapeño poppers?” I said starting to sound excited from the sound of food, drinking on a empty stomach wasn’t my brightest idea

As I’m still stroking my uncut cock I feel the corporal grab the back of my head and go

“ no these ones” he said as he forced my face into the bag inhaling chemicals

It suddenly felt like my dick was about to explode and so I let go immediately but it was too late

My dick started to twitch for a few seconds before I shot my load all over myself

“Noo!! What the fuck was that I yelled”

What I thought you said you liked poppers? I just figured I’d help you get off since you’ll be helping a lot of guys tonight he said with that same sly smile

My whole life has been turned upside down, I was hoping if I could make it pass the next few days the B.E.P. Would swap us back knowing I never cummed, not wanting the swap to be locked in

But now I’m stuck as this private Cummings guy for sure, since the corporal wanted to mess with me and make me cum myself, locking me in this body for years to come

#edit, I’ll try to make a patreon next week where y’all can see the pictures I really want to use for these stories 😏

#body swap #bodyswap #jock #male body swap #Military #Marine Corps Gay #permanent #temporary2permanent

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drthighs · 1 year

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"is it?" d.r

wedding!daniel ricciardo x reader

attending to a wedding alone was not on your plan, but the guy in dark green tuxedo made it all more fun

wordcount: 2.4k

warnings: kinda cheating trope

A/N: this fic is based on the movie "the worst person in the world", it took me so long to finish it and im still not satisfied with the result but i wanted you guys to read it! also it is inspired by @mignonricciardo, @vroomvroommbtch, @silverstonesainz and @monzamash amazing writings. i hope you enjoy it <3 english is not my first language.

weddings were one of your favorite plans, celebrating other people's love while dancing, eating and having some drinks was always fun. you enjoyed everything, looking for dresses, getting your makeup done and all it took. but this time was different and it wasn't as exciting as other times. your boyfriend was on a family trip so would have to attend alone to a place where you didn't know anyone but the bride and the groom. they were good friends of yours, jack was your coworker and after a year you had bonded so well with him and his fiancé, you went on double dates and had a blast every time it was the four of you, but a couple of months ago your relationship with your boyfriend started to collapse, leading to fights almost everyday for any reason so when he told you that he wasn't coming to the wedding you felt some relief, you wouldn't have to be pretending the whole ceremony, but it was a whole new experience, out of your comfort zone.

the ceremony was beautiful and you arrived just in time so the other guests wouldn't see that you were alone and it was a good idea because you didn't have to talk to anyone, stayed quiet and didn't miss any detail. the bridal veil, the rings, the vows and the kiss, it looked like a perfect movie scene with the sunset behind them and all their families and friends.

the party was another story, the part when everybody started to socialize was about to start so before facing all that you went straight to the bar and asked for a martini, knowing that it’ll give you the confidence that you were lacking to confront the night.

you were looking for a gloss in your purse when you heard “sorry to bother but do you know where the bathroom is?” looked up and saw a guy in front of you, trying his best to go unnoticed but it was kind of a hard mission since he was the only one wearing a cap, a lilac hoodie, black sweatpants and vans plus a backpack on his right shoulder and a hanger covered with a bag on his left hand.

“i think it is that way” you said while pointing to your right and drank the coctel. he thanked you and walked to the signed direction.

The hall was beautiful, it was very nicely decorated with fairy lights on the ceiling and the tables decorated with a flower vase with garden roses, lisianthus and eucalyptus and the number three on top indicating the number of the table, the tableware tidy and some lighted candles.

after finishing your drink you went to your table. there were four people sitting and chatting when you stepped forward, greeted and sat two chairs away from them, wanting to be far away from the conversation and avoiding any type of questions. in matter of time another two couples seated on the left chairs leaving an empty one beside you, at first you thought that they must forgot that your boyfriend wasn’t coming but when you were looking for someone to tell them about the error but suddenly the guy from before was taking a seat next to you, now dressed in a dark green tuxedo, his curls wet and the same pair of black vans that he was wearing before, you smiled at that, a couple of minutes ago you had thought that he was part of the staff but now he was sitting in the same table as you, looking so different.

he cleared his throat and lean closer to you “i hope not everyone notices that i'm wearing vans on a elegant dress code wedding”

you smiled at him. now under more lights you could see how handsome he was, his eyes were big and brown, but not dark and had long eyelashes, dimples on his cheeks, a couple of days beard and mustache. but his nose was what made his face so unique and attractive. His hair was also a great factor, shorter at the sides and long brown curls on top. you were kind of amazed by him.

“i think that gives the touch to your outfit” said quietly so the others couldn't hear. he laughed and was about to say something else when the music started making you look at the entrance.

after the bride and the groom danced the vals, the first course came in and while eating the man next to you poured you some wine and started to talk with him. Now being more relaxed about being alone you opened up to him a little. “wait, you weren't supposed to be here alone tonight?” he asked, you shook your head and swallowed the food, he raised his eyebrows and swallowed the liquid in his mouth “and why is there only you here?” “my boyfriend is away on a family trip so i had no choice other than come alone and make friends here” he smiled and you sipped from your glass “well, if it makes you feel better i'm kind of in a similar situation” he pricked the food with his fork “because of my job i travel a lot so it was a coincidence that i was here for a little of time and the plane tickets were sold out so my girlfriend couldn't come”.

later that night you found yourself so fonded at the man beside you, he wasn't only good looking but he was so funny, anything that you'd say he would find a way to turn it into something unexpected and funny.

don't really know how you ended up taking a masterclass of wine with him while everyone else was dancing, but by now you had learned that he had released a couple of wines and was a good taster, so you followed all the steps he explained to you, the right way to open a bottle, how to serve it, how to drink it, what to taste and his favorite part how to swirl the glass. “how do i look?” you said as you moved your glass on the table “good, you're fast learner” he said now taking a sip of his own “well thanks, but i think i like the part when we drink it more” he raised the glass in a way of agreeing with you.

the tension between you started growing. for you it was the way that his adams apple kept moving as he explained things to you and how his lips would turn into a smile showing perfect teeth and his dimples on his cheeks. maybe the alcohol was having an effect on you. and you could say it was mutual, because you didn't miss how he had checked you out and he smiled proud of his jokes every time you laughed

after the wine glasses and talks he was now your best friend. now seated in bar stools , looking for new cocktails to try and playing a new game he had teached you.

throwing assumptions and judging the people by their movements and looks

“i think she works in a pet shop store” you said serious “no she doesn't” he said frowning , “of course she does, look at her hair, she's has those tiny ponytails that they do on sharpays” and he laughed so hard that some people around you turned to you making you giggle.

“its your turn now” you said looking at him, the still stranger was looking for a new prey. now while he was concentrated you took a look at him, with the color lights from the dance floor reflecting on his face and his hands scratching his beard concentrated watching how the guests danced at the djs music, he looked beautiful, and now you knew that it was the alcohol effect mixed with you falling out of love with your boyfriend.

while looking at him you reached your hand to grab the cup but unintentionally dropped it making a mess on the high table, your legs were covered in sticky vodka, tonic water and red berries. the cold made you gasp and he turned fast to look at you and helped you by grabbing some tissues and putting them in your thighs, looking down at the liquid running thru your legs you couldn't help but stop wiping the table and look at his hands on your skin, his hands were big and his fingers long, had a little 3 on his little finger, and was wearing a horse shoe ring on his index. the feeling of his touch on your inner thighs and the amount of alcohol that you had drank made you laugh, he raised his head and looked at you confused with a smile on his lips “i think i should go to the bathroom”, “yeah sure, i'll go with you i have to wash my hands” he said not before grabbing the beer bottle and walking behind you.

the bathroom was occupied so you were in a narrow hallway waiting for your turn to go in. standing before him and close to his body, face to face.

the music was low making everything more intimate and you wanted to check if he was actually on the same page as you, “nothing’s going to happen” he shook his head “no, of course not”. “i’m in love with someone” you said, looking into his eyes. “me too” he agreed and continued “and i cant stand cheating. i’ve been there. never again” you nodded “right. cheating is…” “no good” he followed.

less than a meter between you and you asked “but where do you draw the line?” he smiled and shook his head before answering seriously “you can feel it”. “if i do this…” you got closer to him and took the bottle from his hands taking a sip in front of him while he looked straight into you “is that cheating?” you returned it to his hands and he held it “no” he said now drumming the glass of the bottle with his fingers, you stood there “what about this?” he got closer, making you lean on the wall behind you still looking into his eyes with your hands on your back. your faces inches away, you held your look into his eyes “no, that's permissible” you said smiling “is it?” he asked now as he raised his right hand to caress your bare shoulder. you weren't expecting it so you stood straight and he parted.

you were playing with fire now.

you were still looking at his eyes when the door opened and a girl walked out of the bathroom. you make a few steps when you hear him behind you “is it cheating if i go inside with you” you laughed and held the door open for him to come inside, he left the bottle of beer on the counter and turned to look at you as you pulled down your panties and sat on the wc “there's nothing sexual about this” he said still looking at you, “not at all, is just a little awkward” you said now taking your hands to your face and trying to contain the laugh. he doesn't even try and suddenly your laughs are bouncing off the walls.

you were both now on the dance floor, dancing to some old hits. he had great moves, not the best ones that you've seen but not the worst ones either.

you raised your arms to the ceiling while singing when you felt his hands on your waist, getting you closer to him “is this still cheating?” he said closer to your ear so you could hear. “i dont think so” you rounded his neck with your arms “is this?” you whispered and he shook his head making you smile and swing with him and you stayed there with your head laying on his shoulder.

the bride had dragged you to the dance floor, gathering all the ladies for the bouquet toss and while everyone else was on the first row, fighting for the best place to catch the flowers you stood on the back looking at the man in green in a green tuxedo, you were shrugging your shoulders miming at him “i'm not ready for this” when the bouquet fall right in front of your heels and the bride went straight into your arms hugging you so hard. He started clapping and you could only hear his laugh louder than the music

“congratulations, you're the next to walk down the aisle” the man said walking by your side in the backyard under the moonlight. “im sure im going to be the last one between everyone else” he put his hands on his pockets, you hugged your arms because of the cold weather and took a seat on the wooden bench leaving the flowers on your lap “you never know” you smiled and looked at the white flowers when he took the bouquet and started to cut some tiny flowers and putting them on your hair, you turned to him, now sitting in front of each other closely, you cut one and put it on top of his right ear. “the purple matches your eyes” you caressed his soft curls and he put one of his hands on your thighs while looking at you. “i think you're so cute with this crown made of flowers” he led his hand to your cheek and got closer to you, making you feel the warm breath at the corner of your lips but the sudden noise of some drunk guys made you part, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.

after saying goodbye to jack and his now wife you were both walking on the street side by side in silence, but it wasn't awkward it felt natural to you. once on the street corner he said “i'm going this way” pointing to his right and stopping his steps “okay” you said in front of him, but not moving anywhere, not wanting to leave him “what's your name?” he bit his tongue “y/n” you left out and he nodded “im daniel. daniel…” “dont say it” you shook your head “why not?” he said confused “ill find you in social media and…” “good thinking” he kept his eyes on you “okay” he smiled “bye” you said. “bye” he replied, turning around and taking a few steps but then stopped and looked at you again. “we didn't cheat” he said loudly “no” you were walking to the left“not at all” he was crossing the street “no” shook his head “bye” you said before walking slowly to your car, leaving daniel behind.

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ccarrot · 5 months

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More Chuuya hcs pls

Lemme tell you a little about my aus while i'm at it!!

Whenever i draw SB lab art, if he's got short sleeves and Dark eyes its chuuya and short sleeves with crazy contracted eyes it's cloneboy! If chuuya's wearing a. longsleeved nightgown it's Chuuya from schoolkoku au!

So the mechanics of Corruption are a little strange because N wants chuuya to say the trigger phrase presumably to "factory reset his mind" but in order to actually activate Corruption he needs to wear the ability proof anti-mindcontrol hat BEFORE he says the trigger so that his mind doesnt get wiped in the process.

To continue on Corruption, if N was intending to get Chuuya to actually activate it, then there COULD be a way for Chuuya to stop it himself. I don't buy the idea that Chuuya's been literally coded to respond a certain way to the words, but maybe it's true that he's been conditioned/brainwashed in a way. In any case it's not lile Verlaine's Brutalization.

Nawy originalaccountname has convinced me that Chuuya has a fear of electricity and lightning storms.

Donut Shop Chuuya experiences an Evangelion Mental Breakdown(tm) at 19. Regains a Lifetime of memories. and the stress of that makes him benched from his executive duties. At some point he just, ditches Yokohama and holes up with Adam and Mary in England for a bit. Donut Shop Chuuya comes back to become Dazai's Bakery employee at some point but not after getting dragged into the Bungo Stray Dogs plot. Hopefully no more fighting for this boy afterwards.

Chuuya's ability is sustained by a singularity ability right? The point at which somthing reaches an infinite value is essentially a singularity, for black holes i think its when the center becomes infinitely dense bc the gravitational pull becomes infinte. My loose memory of physics concepts aside, If chuuya's base ability was enhancement, then Corruption is triggered when the enhancement gets activated on himself, and he's get closer to death when the gravity of his ability gets closer to infinity. Asagiri is a Nerd.

I think if Chuuya ever dies, his ability would like. Explode out of him into a giant black smoke hound thing. A massive BEAST emerges in the wake of his death. Gwahh so edgy.

Like ghhh i think if he never managed to leave the lab he WOULD see N as a caring father figure to look up to. From what we know about N he isn't clinically detached, he's very hands on and manipulative. And we also know that chuuya WILL latch onto any form of kindness and devote his LIFE to uphold that. He'd think of N as his parent.

Most of my skk aus involve Chuuya experiencing the Horrors and Dazai is the pov character who goes through comparitively more realistic trials. I follow Asagiri's formula 👍

More abt hallucinations. That scene was definitely supposed to draw a parallel with him and Atsushi i think btw. So i hc he has issues with night terrors and audiovisual hallucinations, no matter how much he ignores his trauma he wont escape these till he faces it head on. Anyways i think he encounters "ghosts" a lot. The Flags, people he may have killed. Murase really frequently, and N when he gets stuck with sleep paralysis fhh. One he minds the least is Rimbaud actually. Rimbaud's "ghost" is never unhelpful but not one he regrets too much either. Rimbaud's last words to him DID fundementally impact the course of Chuuya's life

Either way he gets bad insomnia. Perpetually has reddish under eyes. He uses makeup lately. The edgy red eyeliner to fit his vibe. Bro is so tired.

Chuuya gets injured easily and a lot but he walks it off like A Champ. Perks of an inhumanly good pain tolerance. Also he gets chronic migranes and pain in general.

He actually smiles a lot. He tries to be really expressive when he talks to people, and if he isn't annoyed or half zoned out he'll try to appear friendly. This doesn't apply to School au or Analog au chuuya, those two girlies are still learning the muscle movements for smiling.

I headcanon Chuuya to be singularly the coolest character in bsd ever and no one can compete. Chuuya won an Oscar.

#ask #headcanons #chuuya

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Felt like messing around in photoshop today, so, what started as a want to create some franchise icons for Smash turned into full character mockups, so I put together my 10 most wanted characters for Smash Bros., whatever the next game looks like, and I’d like to post them and talk about them a bit.

Quote is I think my most wanted newcomer to Smash, I really like and appreciate everything Cave Story has done, and I think if you’re talking about indie games, Cave Story has probably had the most influence on the industry. Kids today probably don’t know much of anything about this game, but trust me when I say there’d be no Hollow Knight, no Ori, no Celeste, without Quote.

This one might be a little obvious nowadays, but I am fully behind the Waluigi train. Just one point of contention, I think people undersell his potential by just having him reference different sports games and spin-offs. I think the real play is to come up with a wholly original kit based around being a dirty cheater and trickster with a penchant for explosives.

I’d much rather have Paper Mario than Dr. Mario if I’m being entirely honest with you.

This one’s a bit weird, because I don’t have a huge fondness for Excitebike the game or Excitebiker the character, I’m just enamored with this concept of a fighting game character who fights entirely from the back of a motorcycle. I just think that’s wicked as hell. I’ll take it in whatever form I can.

Metroid Dread is in strong contention for my favorite Metroid game ever, and it did finally give us a character with a body plan and toolkit that lends itself to Smash, outside of Sylux and the Hunters, whom I’m not the biggest fans of. I’ve had some contentious history with the way Smash fans talk about Metroid, so I guess I’ll put it out now that I think if, at this point, you’re not vouching for Raven Beak, you don’t know what you’re talking about.

Love me some DS VNs, Professor Layton I think at this point has the strongest ties to Nintendo and, since Phoenix Wright got to play in Marvel 3, it should be his time to shine, though I wouldn’t be opposed to any of them.

Honestly, every generation of Pokemon there’s a couple of new mons that I think would make sick Smash characters, and will inevitably get passed up for a lame starter. Nihilego deserves a spot, dammit, she’s more plot important than any number of fire/fighting muscleheads. But if we’re shilling for the most recent gen, you can’t go wrong with a giant hammer.

The Heavy is commonly in talks around Smash Bros. wishlists, especially here in the West, but the obvious problem rears its head pretty quickly. He’s a giant, lumbering, immobile mass whose main weapon takes several seconds to start up and then chews through anything it hits. This is my counterproposal, I think the Scout is just as iconic as the Heavy, comes with a lot of fun weapons and abilities, and actually has some mobility. Imagine using a downward Force-A-Nature shot to recover while spiking someone into the blast zone!

This is for sure a weird one, but once the idea came to me I started getting really attached to it. The number of Enderman variants from Minecraft Dungeons gives the Enderman a surprising amount of variance to pull from, and the Ender Dragon could be its Final Smash.

For the final suggestion, this is for sure a “there’s no chance in hell” but also “it would be really funny”. Scorpion, I think, best represents the aesthetics of Mortal Kombat, a ninja with fire, bladed weapons, and the ability to teleport, which centers him more than Sub-Zero who uses ice, Raiden who uses lightning, and Liu Kang who’s just a martial artist. Leaning heavy on the fire aspect is also a good way to nerf MK’s hypergore for a Rated E10+ game, though that really is the central appeal of Scorpion, trying to shove this edgelord into a kiddy cartoon beat-em-up.

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5 Times Adrian Made You Feel Things + 1 Time You Let Him Feel You (Adrian Chase x A-spec!Reader)

Pairing: Adrian Chase (Peacemaker ver.) x A-spec Gender Neutral Reader For the pride prompt: Demisexual reader thought they were asexual, but after a year or two with their current partner, there are new feelings bubbling and now it looks like they have to come out a second time. Rating: Mature for sex talk with a bro, inexplicit masturbation and implied sex Words: 1977 POV: Second Summary: You identify as asexual, but your sexuality comes under revision when your boyfriend is starting to make you feel things. Notes: Happy Pride! See all works for pride 2022 here. I was away for a little, but I am back to posting! Also happy return of my OC Daylen (for those that have been reading my works for some time) Tags: Adrian’s neck is your sexual awakening, I mean don’t you just wanna bite it?, in this household we call Adrian ‘babygirl’ because he really is, domestic fluff, Adrian being considerate boyfriend and emotionally incompetent, established relationship, non-explicit masturbation, making out and 5+1 things

— 1 —

It was a normal summer’s day. The sun was hot as balls and taping bags of store-bought ice cubes to fans was not going to cut it. You were still in a tank-top, when Adrian abruptly stood up to pull his shirt over his head. His glistening body was right next to you. Your eyes fixated on a drop of sweat that rolled down his bruised skin and the urge to lick it off him passed your mind.

You frowned, confused by your own thoughts. You had seen him sweaty so often, naked even more and it never seemed to do anything to you. “Hey you’re ok with me being shirtless, right?” Adrian inquired, his shirt clutched in his hand. You joked about seeing him naked all the time and though you were asexual, you could appreciate the view. He basked in your attention and sank back into the couch, arms stretched out to give you the full view. “Well, you have the right to stare,” he proclaimed, before training his eyes back on the TV.

You stared for a little longer, thought about running your tongue between his abs, then shook your head and focused back on the screen before you. Those thoughts would have to wait.

— 2 —

You thought about licking him more often. You decided to test it out. Adrian had you in his lap, while you were making out like you often would, but this time you had an itch to scratch. Adrian whined as your lips left his, but he didn’t try to change the situation, when he felt your lips going along his jawline to his neck. “Please continue,” he mused as he tilted his head to the side, giving you full access to the gorgeous expanse of his neck.

You kissed the skin first, revelling in his approving hums. Then you finally satisfied this curiosity of yours and ran the flat of your tongue along the bundle of muscles on the left front side of his neck. “Oh god,” Adrian breathed out as you kissed the wet trail back down to the base of his neck, only to lick that same line again. “Stop, please,” he whined in a way that did not mean ‘stop’. However, you pulled back anyway.

“What’s wrong?” You sat up, giving him a little space. Adrian’s chest was rising and falling rapidly. He looked red like a tomato, while diverting his eyes from yours. He was gorgeous like this. You wanted to make him red like this more often. “Babygirl?”

He melted under the nickname you rarely used. It always helped him to get out of his head. “Sorry… It’s just that if you kept doing that, I was gonna get really hard and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. So maybe less licking to make sure junior doesn’t get unnecessarily excited?” You agreed, but a voice inside your head told you that you wanted to lick him even more now. Sex with Adrian never crossed your mind, but right now, you were totally down for licking his neck and jerking him off. He would look so pretty, all red-faced and… “Are you upset?”

You realised you zoned out for a moment and you were glad Adrian had no mind-reading powers. “No, just got distracted,” you lied, “we should really gotta continue that show we started last night.” Your distraction ploy was very effective. Adrian did not press at all and you spent the rest of the evening blissfully cuddled up.

— 3 —

Adrian was a sweetheart, but his considerate behaviour was starting to get on your nerves. You would be cuddling and you’d initiate some kissing that always led to making out and then just as you feel a part of you being satisfied with the closeness, your boyfriend would stop you so he ‘would not get hard’. You told him you did not mind, but he was insistent on stopping every time.

You found out it frustrated him as much as it frustrated you, when you woke up alone in the middle of the night. Cold air assaulted your body, where normally a warm boyfriend would be. You kept your eyes closed, waiting for the heat to return on its own, but several minutes passed and you started to turn into a popsicle. In the end, you climbed out of bed to check up on your boyfriend. You found the bathroom door ajar, light peeking through into the hallway. You frowned and stepped closer. When you peeked through, you spotted Adrian sitting on the floor, his back towards you.

You were enthralled by the soft sounds that echoed off the tiled walls. He was obviously biting his lips to stifle his moans. Your eyes locked on the movement of his hand and hips. You could not get the full view, but you got the idea pretty well, especially when he whispered your name with pure need wrapped around each syllable.

You felt like you were intruding, so with all the willpower in your body, you quietly stepped away from the bathroom door. The treacherous floorboards creaked under your feet and you mentally cursed, before making a dash for the bedroom and hoping Adrian did not hear you. He seemed to not have, as it took him some time to return to bed and snuggle up to your seemingly sleeping body. You had a really good dream later.

— 4 —

Adrian had definitely heard you; you could tell by the way he was showering you in affection and validating your asexuality. It was sweet, but also really unnecessary. However, you did not have the guts to tell him this. At first you thought it was better to just not address the elephant in the room, but it had been weeks and Adrian didn’t stop overcompensating. Adrian was hugging you from behind, watching you stir the store-bought soup. “You’re the best,” he cooed and it was the last straw.

“Adrian, we bought this from the grocery store down the street. You are not lucky to have someone with my cooking skills,” you tried to say patiently, but the annoyance was even audible to your own ears. Adrian tried to disagree, so you stopped stirring for a little while to turn around and face him. “I don’t know what has gotten into you the past weeks,” you lied, “but you really gotta stop worshipping the floor I walk on. It’s sweet, but I’d like us to be equals in this relationship.”

It took a second for Adrian to let it sink in. “Oh so you don’t know?” He spoke slowly, body deflating. You shook your head, lying again, but one lie always led to another. “Oh… well, I uh… felt bad about something that I have done and… I’d rather not talk about it.” You reached out for him. He placed his hand in yours and you gently squeezed it.

You turned back to the soup, but kept one hand occupied with holding your boyfriend’s hand. It was nice to have this kind of intimacy. “Whatever it is, I am sure I don’t mind it. You have the habit of feeling bad about things like even thinking that someone other than me is attractive. You’re allowed to have thoughts and feel things. What matters is the choices you make.”

Adrian took the spoon from you to take over stirring. You watched as his fingers glided over yours and then wrapped around the wooden spoon. You swallowed thickly, knowing what else those fingers have been wrapping themselves around recently. Adrian said something, but you were too occupied with placing the burning feeling inside of you with a recognisable emotion. You didn’t find one that day.

— 5 —

Things went back to normal. As far as putting a sudden stop to making out could be considered normal. Sometimes you woke up in the middle of the night, alone, and you had to fight your own body to stay in bed. You felt a little weird around Adrian, but you blamed it on not always sleeping the entire night through.

You and Adrian were helping an old friend of yours move. Your boyfriend was grunting every time he lifted a heavy box or put one down. Sometimes those sounds were very similar to what you could hear coming from the bathroom at 2am from time to time. Those sounds definitely had crossed your mind the last time you had a little ‘me-time’. Whatever that meant, you vowed to find out later.

You loaded the last box in the moving van and turned to look at your boyfriend a few metres away. He had his head thrown back, sweat dripping off his forehead and Adam's apple bobbing, as he drank water from a bottle. When he was done and turned his head towards you, you realised you had been staring. He smiled innocently at you. “I thought you were asexual.”

You jumped as your friend suddenly stood next to you. “Jesus, Daylen, way to sneak up on me!” You huffed, but only got a cheeky grin from your friend back. “And I am. I can appreciate my boyfriend’s beauty without wanting to climb his dick.”

Daylen chuckled and handed you a bottle of water. “I know, but I’ve known your aura for years. You definitely want to ‘climb his dick’, trust me. Also, he’ll let you if you ask.” You rolled your eyes at him and his aura crap. Sure he was always right about when you were stressed or sad or happy or angry, but sexual attraction? It just was not possible.

You hit Daylen’s arm when Adrian jogged up to you two, just to make sure he was shutting his big mouth. “I think we’re done,” your man announced with a bright smile and his glasses askew. Daylen reached out and straightened the glasses for him. You narrowed your eyes at him in a brief moment of possessiveness.

“Yes, thanks guys,” your friend replied. When he removed his hands from your boyfriend, he looked over at you with a knowing grin. The fucker was messing with you again.

— +1 —

You could not stop thinking about what Daylen said to you. He was never wrong when it came to your feelings. Sure he was wrong about many things, but never about how you or anyone else felt. He claimed it to be ‘auras’ he could see, but he might as well be an overly sensitive empath. “You okay?”

You looked up to see Adrian joining you at the kitchen table. You now noticed that the tea you had made earlier was already cold, no longer warming your fingers wrapped around the mug. Had you been sitting here that long? “Yeah, just been thinking about stuff,” you replied. Adrian nodded and waited for you to continue. “I think… I want to climb your dick.” Adrian’s eyes became big as saucers. He looked more shocked than when he found out you knew he was Vigilante. “I mean… I think I am sexually attracted to you.”

“Since when?” You shrugged. Adrian took another moment to let it sink in. You waited for him. “So… what now?” You shrugged again.

“I don’t know… have sex?” “Ok.”

You were baffled. Fucking hell, Daylen was right again. You asked and Adrian was grabbing your hand and leading you to the bedroom. You made out on the bed, lost your clothes somewhere along the way. For once Adrian did not stop you as you attacked his beautiful neck. He was right, he really did get hard if you licked, sucked and bit the skin there until he was marked as yours only. You had your hand on him. He had his hand on you. And the rest turned out to be history.

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when i was 21-22, in a last ditch effort to do something with my college career, i joined a mentorship program where college students get trained to teach middle schoolers how to build a mobile game with block-based coding (as an early exposure to coding and CS).

i hadn’t interacted with anyone younger than me in a long time (i’m usually the youngest in my family), and i had 0 teaching experience so it was…interesting and way out of my comfort zone. also some of the kids were kinda mean lol. but my kids really warmed up to me and were really good kids.

we found common ground in talking about anime and video games while we worked (and they were really good at catching onto the material and were very smart and creative), but they also felt comfortable enough to talk to me about their school lives or family lives, some of which were not very great. and it made me very sad, but i was also honored that they trusted me as an adult to confide in. i just wanted to make sure they had a good time in the couple hours we spent after school.

my co-mentor and i mentioned being in band/orchestra when we were in middle school, and two of our students invited us to see them perform at a school concert and meet their parents. it was nice, and i think they were more excited for us to watch them play than they were for their parents lmao.

at the end of the program, various schools in the district showcased each group of kids’ apps and judged them for prizes. i watched my kids in a fortnite dance-off? with a competing school who they’d never met before. my kids were super proud of the game they made and were really hyped for the judging. they said, “if we win, you have to play fortnite with us” (i’ve never played fortnite but i said yes).

we didn’t win, sadly, but the kids were relatively good-natured about it ahaha (“bro this is rigged”), but i think they had fun just being there. one of the kids (an 8th grader who had been bullied/ostracized in school) texted me afterwards: “you were the best person in the entire school.”

idk, i think that experience (that i almost didn’t commit to bc Anxiety) made a huge impact on my life. i did a few more mentorship sessions for the program before i graduated college. i don’t think i had the same connection that i did with my first group of kids, like the girl telling me she had to miss class because she had a counseling appointment for her depression or the 8th grader who just wanted someone to talk about his video game interests with since he didn’t have many friends at school. they asked me a lot about college, what i did there, what i was planning to do afterwards (i didn’t know at the time bc i was just struggling to pass my classes lmao). the girl asked me for a letter of recommendation to get into the art program at her high school (we bonded over digital art a lot). the 8th grader went on to volunteer with the mentorship program the next year since he was disappointed the high schools didn’t have it.

anyway, it blows my mind that they’re probably toward the end of high school now? i don’t remember/can’t conceptualize the passage of time. i like to think i made some small impact on these kids’ middle school careers, not so much on the technical front but just by having an adult mentor figure that actually listened to them. i think it’s the one experience i’m proudest of. working corporate could never lmao

#txtblogging #delete later /#reminiscing…i am sentimental about Youth and Childhood #i think i am also the first gay person they have ever met and they were much better abt not falling into certain…rhetoric or using certain #slurs as a result. i hope. at least around me they did lmfao

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Thoughts on Episode 114 (S6 E1)

Badass bunny, best bros, and a season starting. Let’s talk about it

I may try and do these little thought summaries every Saturday, mostly so I can remember and look back later. I’ll try to do it earlier next time so my first impressions are still fresh

Spoiler free because I don’t mention specific moments or future events but like… if you know the manga you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about

The op and ed are so cool. I was honestly a little nervous with the op at first (when it just showed the title I was like “umm what is this?”) but as soon as I saw Deku and understood what was happening I was so hyped. The whole comic style was so cool, and there’s something very fun and meta about this being the arc manga (comic) readers were most excited for, and then showing some key moments like a comic book

I do feel the song is a little too… happy for what’s coming up, and part of me feels a sense of tonal dissonance hearing this upbeat song with footage of… a certain character on the attack. Like… that’s not a badass moment of “look how cool this guy is,” it’s a serious scene. It’s not a big deal, like I said, it just feels weird seeing that with this music. But it’s a great op overall and I love it so much

The ed actually made me misty eyed. Something about that shot of Tomura with the billowing cape is so calming. Big flashbacks to Sesshomaru in that one ed, big nostalgia hit

Also the shot of young Deku and Tenko… bro I feel so vindicated for Season 5

Also the Toga and Twice shot… and Uraraka turning around… and the UA teachers… and Dabi… and the SONG ITSELF… yeah you get it, the whole ed was amazing. I think it’s officially my favourite

As for the episode itself, I’m honestly impressed how well paced it was. 3 chapters AND some added filler? And yet nothing (that I could remember) was cut? Between this and the op and ed it makes me wonder what the hell was happening with Season 5

Hawks and Twice are getting along so well! Wow! Such friends. Much brotherhood

They added a little frame of Dabi sitting in a chair. If you know you know

Wash got 4 whole frames. I was legitimately so excited. I was expecting only 2 so when I saw those other ones I had the biggest smile on my face

Everyone was animated so nicely

This is so random, but I love that scene with the Todoroki siblings. In the manga that scene is a single panel of Fuyumi coming home and Natsuo greeting her (with no dialogue), which is fine in of itself but later in the arc we see Fuyumi and Natsuo at school. It’s a minor detail that most readers probably wouldn’t notice, but that fact that someone decided to fix this and have them head out for their day means someone in the writing room was actually paying attention to the small details, and that gives me a lot of hope going forward

That being said…

They added some dialogue like “team Endeavor will do this while team Edgeshot will do that” and while I like the explanation, I wish they’d included the fact that there are also attacks happening at bases all over the country, not just these two locations. Like they could have mentioned that these are the most important zones, but they didn’t mention the others at all. It makes the scale of this operation seem so much smaller than it is, and I’m nervous anime-onlies will think it’s literally just these two

The lighting in the doctor’s lab is so pretty. I can’t wait for next episode because I want to see a whole fight scene with that purple glow

I haven’t seen anyone mention it yet so I will. I think the new commercial break screens are cool as hell and I can’t wait to see different characters get them each week. I know a whole bunch of characters got art during the build up to this season, so let’s see it put to use!

Rip Johnny. Forever in our hearts, you will be missed

Overall? Despite a few minor nitpicks I thought this was a great episode. It was a wonderful way to start such a highly anticipated arc, and I’m so excited to see the rest of this season play out

#bnha #bnha season 6

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thegame-r-boy · 2 years

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The Big Event That Almost Wasn’t - Na Meji Nevidnega (NMN) 2022

And it finally happened - the convetion of Na Meji Nevidnega (or NMN or in the English language known as “At the Border of Invisibility”) has finally procedeed. I’ve written a review of this convention back in 2019. It should’ve be at the beginning of 2022, that’s on the 15th of January, but due to COVID-19, it was postponed to the 21st of May this year.

This wart the route I’ve taken this year to this convention. It was also the first time I had my own retro booth or stall on this event, giving some advertisement to my free time tinkering on retro consoles, called Retro Rok’s Renew. Most of the peope I’ve talked on this event had no clue that something like this even exist in my country! So I was quite amazed by their reception. But let’s beginn from the start.

There were A LOT of people at this event!

Firstly, me and my girlfriend @aquamoon33 came at about 8.05 a.m. at the event, that started right at 9.00 a.m. We had to move out the consoles that I had with me (that is the SNES, PS1, PS2 and GC) as soon as possible! But we managed to make my stall just in time at 9.00 a.m., when the event was starting to open up.

That’s my stall at the front.

And that’s my stall when you’ve entered the Gaming Zone of this event.

So punctually at 9.00 a.m, we opened up our stall with the cartirdge-based SNES console from 1992. We were quite amazed by how many people looked (and played!) on that ancient console. Furthermore, we were amazed at how the reaction of the people on this console were. And even better - even the young ones with their dads played on this system!

A boy is playing together with his dad the 1992 game Super Mario Kart.

Some older/younger people were playing the game as well.

And the main console of our booth. 30 years old, as old as the game is. Like a fine wine :)

After the SNES came the PS1, which lasted also for three hours on display. First, I had some weird issues with my SD-card based system, called PSIO, where the SD Board just couldn’t make connection to the Parallel Port. Turns out it was not the SD Board, but the SD Card that did not made a connection. Thanks to you, soon-to-be-waifu @aquamoon33, for pointing that out to me! :) There wasn’t so many people as they were on the SNES one, but it was still quite fun.

A youngster playing Gran Turismo on the PS1, while jokingly, there is a Gran Turismo cartridge inside of my PS1 console - though it’s just a dud, ‘cause the game is played entirely over the PSIO SD based cartridge.ž

And there were also girls playing on the PS1, which in my decade, when the console came out, was not that common.

The “beast” (console) itself! It was modded with a PSIO ODE and a PS1Digital SCART to HDMI connection.

Next, there was the PS2 console, for which there was not so much interest in. I don’t know, if it was bad timming our something else that was faulty.

Two player modus was also quite popular.

A gruesome image of the game Mortal Kombat Armageddon on the PS2.

And the behemoth, long before the PS5 came out - the PS2, modded with a tiny, cool and very quite fan and a newer Power Supply Unit (PSU).

Finally, there was the time of the GC or Gamecube, with an ODE loader called GC Loader, added battery holder, changed thermal pads, changed LED light to green, better fan than the stock one (works very, very quiet!) and many, many more mods on this console that I’ve done personally. There were quite some people on my stall, when suddenly, a fuse broke near the gaming zone, where the computers were shown and a nasty smell came out of there. That’s if you have too many cables connected! I was just nervous that all of the electricity inside of the room would fade away! But thankfully, that did not happen. Just the computers shut down innapropriarly.

The Gamecube is shown. The only console I have currently with four player modus!

The boys (and a girl was watching) were playing Super Smash Bros. Ulitmate in four players. Mayhen was expected!

And looking at the faces of the people was just obnoxius! :)

And here is my baby - the best console I’ve ever owned! The clock was nearing like 8 p. m., so me and my girlfriend had to move away from our stall, clean it up and move swiflty back to my car. That’s it! By the visitors, all I can say is that the popularity of the consoles was as follows: 1. SNES 2. PS1 3. Gamecube 4. PS2

Overall, me and my girlfriend had tons of fun on this convention. Everything was well kept, the organisers and volunteer were friendly and the room and mass of people that went to see the event was just huge. Everything was tip top! We were both amazed and surprised at what the people have missed in the 2 years since COVID-19 strucked. And also how all, I say all of the visitors that came by my stall were willing to disinfect their hands, just because they very well knew what had happened two years ago. As a note, me and my girlfriend were the only booth that had disinfection spray with us. This is the only burden I could give to this event, but that is not the event’s fault. While we were leaving, I was listening to the back panel at the event Na Meji Nevidnega, when suddenly, the main organisers, Mitja, was asking the people about how they were pleased with this years event. And suddenly all were chearing, whistling in the air, very pleased with what they saw on it. That was a sight to behold. Forever. THE GOOD: - separate gaming zone

- lots of visitors

- following the schedule (the organisers and us)

- lots of food stands (both imported goods and grilled food)

- mostly understanding and respectful visitors

THE BAD: / 12/10

#TheGame-R-Boy-Says Gaming Retro Fun RetroConsoles Stand Nintendo Sony

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blair-the-juggalho · 1 year

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How we got here (part 2)

Dumb oc shit btw Xx ignore the cringe bro 😡🤬I made this for me and me only

Marlon looked at us and smiled before walking towards his base. We all followed after him.

“So how many people are in your group?” I asked.

“10 including me, vi, and louis.” Marlon responded

“Ah ok…” I said.

“do u think they’d be pissed you brought three strangers back…I would be if I was them.” Monica asked.

“Some will be yeah. Ya know the others haven’t seen new people since…all this started.” Marlon said

“Oh shit really?” I asked.

“Did he just lied to you.

“Did he just lie to you? fuckin’ plonker.” Jack joked.

I shot him a glare and the other just giggled.

“Yeah. We’ve always stayed inside the safe zone so it was just whatever few teachers decided to stay and the other kids.” Marlon explained.

It was a silent walk back to their base. Marlon ordered violet and louis to round up the others. After a while, Marlon walked us into Ericsson. We saw all the other 7 kids stood around us, some with shocked faces and others with distrusted looks in their eyes.

“Everyone, this is Blair, jack, and Monica. They’ll be staying a day or two with us and then after that we’ll see how it goes.” Marlon explained. Me,jack, and moni all waved when he said our names. Suddenly, a boy with an angry expression spoke out.

“What the fuck, Marlon!? Why would you bring three strangers back with you?! We don’t know them!” The boy shouted. Some silently nodded in agreement.

“I get your hesitation but these guys seem like good people.” Marlon retorted. I warmly smiled at him.

“Yeah, these guys are fun!” Louis shouted.

Me and Jack started laughing and Monica playfully rolled her eyes. The kid who was angry at our arrival grunted and stormed off with a younger boy following shortly behind him.

Marlon ordered everyone to get back to work so all the kids disbanded. He then turned to us and said he’d walk us to our room.

He put us all in room 203 for now. We dropped our shit off in the room and walked back out into the courtyard. Luckily, it was time for dinner so we all sat down on a bench with Marlon, vi, and Louis to eat. While I was eating, I felt eyes digging into my soul. I turned around to see the angry dude give me a major death glare. Ya know…despite him being a bit of a prat, he’s kinda hot. I smiled at him and he scoffed and rolled his eyes in response. I smiled and continued eating.

After eating, Louis ordered everyone to stay seated. He then pulled me,jack, and Monica up in front of everyone.

“Ok everyone introduction time!” Louis started “I’ll go first! I’m Louis.” Louis greeted. He then ushered Monica to go next.

“Oh… I’m Monica.” Monica said blandly. Me and Jack proceed to tease her. “I’m the super cool and awesome, jack.” Jack said. I pushed him slightly. “Yuh huh, and I’m the even better than jack, Blair!” I said while flipping my hair and striking my bimbo pose. Monica have a loud sigh. Jack prodded my rib which caused me to cringe. There was then the list of everyone’s name. ‘Louis, vi, Marlon, Omar, assim, tenn, ruby, Willy, and brody.’ However, one guy stood out. Mitch. He was the one who seemed to hate us. After we all talked and got to know each other a bit we all started to head to bed, except Mitch who was on night watch duty.

I woke up around 1am from a nightmare. I looked over to moni, and jack who were still asleep. I quietly stepped out of my room as I needed to get some fresh air. However, as soon as I closed my door I heard a voice behind me.

“Where are you going at this time?” Mitch asked, suspiciously.

I jumped and turned around.

“Fuck dude you scared the shit out of me.” I whisper shouted. Mitch stayed silent, giving me a glare.

“I just had a dumb dream and I didn’t wanna wake the idiots up.” I explained. Mitch eased up a tiny bit.

“We’ll just know I’m watching you guys ok? You do anything remotely out of line and your dead.” Mitch threatened. I quietly laughed.

“Yeah yeah I get it. Trust me I may be the most insufferable, annoying, and loudest person you’ll ever meet and not in a OOoOo I’m a crack head way just in a I was just born a bit obscure way but trust me! I wouldn’t do anything to hurt good people.” I explained. Mitch looked a bit confused but he still nodded his head.

“You better stick to your word.” Mitch threatened.

“I will do, edgelord.” I joked. He galered at me in silence for a bit before speaking again.

“A lot of kids here noticed your eyes.” Mitch said.

“Dawwww I knew people would come to eventually appreciate my gorgeous eyes.” I joked. Mitch scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“But seriously, why are they red? You look like a freak.” He asked.

“I don’t know I use dye. My real eye colour is blue but that’s lame.” I explained. Mitch huffed and nodded.

“Ight, thanks for this lovely talk but I’m gonna head back to bed. Goodnight Mitch the bitch.” I joked. Mitch scoffed at the nickname and walked back into his room which was right next to ours.

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be a little bad /// Hawks x f!Reader (18+)

Summary: College AU 🍺 Frat boy Keigo pours you your first drink and decides he’s going to help himself to more of your firsts.

A/N: Hawks just makes so much sense as a frat bro 🤧 @koiibito thank you for working through ideas w/ me…& remember when I told you this was going to be short?? whoops 🤡

Tags/warnings: dubcon/coercion, inexperienced reader, fuckboy Hawks, overstimulation, alcohol, inebriated sex, problematic frat culture stuff, idk what to call it but peer pressure? to drink etc., all characters are adults

How long have you been sitting here?

You feel like there’s some kind of immense weight holding you down, making it impossible for you to stand up off this ugly couch that’s been crammed into the corner of the room to make space for the dance floor. You and this couch have become good friends over what you think has been the past hour—at first you occupied yourself by looking at the people playing beer pong, but after the fourth time you had to decline one of the players’ offers to join, you decided to stop making eye contact. So you sit on the couch, you stare at your phone, and you wish you were back at your dorm—or, better yet, back in your hometown with all your high school friends.

But you’re not. You’re here, multiple time zones away from anywhere you can call home, and all of your high school friends are asleep. And the one person—the one person you’ve managed to make friends with since orientation is the one who dragged you to this freaking frat party and then proceeded to abandon you. Apparently he didn’t feel the need to tell you that as a new pledge of this frat, he’s going to be on “door duty” checking ratios and giving sardonic responsibility talks for the next two hours.

Which leaves you here, sitting on the couch and trying to avoid the more questionable stains that you can barely make out in the seizure-inducing strobe lights. There’s a can of beer icing down your palms and you adjust your grip so it doesn’t leave a damp spot of condensation in your lap. It was your friend who gave it to you before he disappeared (“you don’t even have to drink it,” he’d said, “just hold it and no one else will pressure you to get another drink”).

It smells foul. You’ve had sips of beer before, and you can never understand why people drink it voluntarily. But maybe…maybe now that you’re in college, maybe now that you’re an adult, you’ll enjoy the taste. You raise the can to your lips and chug down a heavy gulp.

Ugh. Still gross. You wince and wipe your mouth.

“Not a fan of natty, huh? Good taste.” A hand appears out of nowhere to pluck the can away from you and you jump, nearly smacking your forehead against the stranger’s chin. He pulls back. “Whoa! Careful there.”

“…That’s mine,” you say half-heartedly as the guy tilts up the beer—your beer, your decoy drink—and takes a long draught.

“You’re not missing out. This stuff is piss,” he says, grinning down at you.

He’s not the first guy to hit on you at this party (what is it about lost-looking girls that draws frat boys in like moths to a flame?), but he is the best-looking. Long, swept-back blond hair; equally long eyelashes; a hint of scruff on his chin—he’s pretty and masculine at the same time. You let him take the seat next to you and lure you into a conversation, and he’s nice, too—laughing with you about how bad the beer tastes and sympathizing with your criticisms of your first experience at a frat party. You fall over yourself apologizing when he lets slip that he’s a brother (“social chair, actually, so if the party sucks it’s on me”) but he tells you it’s okay, that no one likes going to parties alone, not at first.

His name is Keigo Takami. He’s a junior, a marketing major, and he joined the frat in his first semester. According to him, the fraternity is a great group of guys (“I mean, they’re a bunch of jackasses, sure, but they’re well-meaning jackasses for the most part”) and all the rumors about frat parties are overblown.

“Seriously, you’d be having fun if you were drinking,” Keigo tells you. “These parties aren’t intended for a sober audience.”

“Sure,” you scoff, but it’s not serious. You are having fun, talking to him.

He gasps, mock-offended. “Don’t believe me? I’ll prove it to you. Stay right here, okay—don’t move a muscle.”

When he gets up, the dense crowd on the makeshift dance floor parts to let him through to the stairs leading into the upper floors. It’s kind of amazing. Everyone else (yourself included) has to wade through, pushing and shoving past the teeming throng to get anywhere, but for Keigo it’s effortless.

He’s back in just a few minutes, holding—oh god, how typical—a red plastic cup filled with a kool-aid red liquid that smells sickly sweet. Is it actually kool-aid? You take a whiff and can’t detect the tell-tale bitter alcohol fumes. “Is this…?”

“Mm, that’s jungle juice. The frat’s secret recipe. It’s good, try it.”

You raise the cup but hesitate. Is this really a good idea? You’ve been warned about stuff like this so many times. You don’t have to do it just because everyone else is.

Keigo catches your hesitation and frowns. “What’s up?”

“It’s nothing, I just…haven’t…”

“Hm? Don’t tell me this is your first drink? Aww, little freshman baby.” He’s mocking you, looking down on you, and you hate it. You’re not a baby. You can play with the boys.

You make eye contact with him before you tip back the cup and gulp down the juice, letting the full contents slosh down your throat. It’s syrupy-sweet and tastes like fruit punch and oranges so it goes down easy, a lot easier than you thought it would. A drop slides out of the corner of your mouth but you lick it up when it runs over your lip.

Keigo whistles. “Damn, down the hatch. That was…that was kinda hot.”

If you’re blushing, you hope he thinks it’s because of the drink.

He’s faster when he gets you the second cup. It doesn’t even taste like alcohol. Keigo won’t tell you what’s in it or how much (“secret recipe’s gotta stay a secret, y’know? It’s in the bylaws”). Halfway into the second cup you start to feel dizzy, which Keigo says means it’s working. He pulls you up off what you’ve semi-affectionately begun to think of as your couch and guides you onto the dance floor. The music is heavy and blaring loud, thudding through the speakers and making the walls shake, making you shake as it travels through the sticky floor up into your body. You sway haphazardly but Keigo’s got you by the arms, pulling you out of the way of the crowd, pulling you into him.

“Looking a little unsteady there, baby,” he says, and—and, you hear him, you do, but he’s talking to you from underwater (or, no, that’s just what it sounds like? or—) um. Beaming his voice into your brain or something?

Keigo laughs and you giggle and it feels good. “Better finish that or you’re gonna spill it,” he says, putting his warm hot hand over yours, guiding the cup back up to your face so you can finish off.

You’re in the middle of the dance floor surrounded by writhing bodies so it shouldn’t surprise you when someone’s elbow smacks into your back and jostles you so the jungle juice spills, spills out of your mouth dripping down your chin onto the dress. You process the interruption a second too late and the sticky red liquid is already staining your skin. …Feels good, you think first, because the drink is cool and refreshing and it’s so hot in here, steamy warm, everyone pressed up against everyone else like you’re pressed into Keigo, and then oh no—oh no your dress—but at least it’s a dark color, at least the stain won’t show—

“What did I tell you about spilling?” you sort of hear Keigo say, and then you sort of feel the weight of his hand wiping away the juice from your mouth, and then he sticks his face up close to yours and oh my god oh my god he’s kissing you.

There’s something indescribably weird about it, his tongue thrashing over yours like he’s trying to lick the juice out of your mouth while you try not to flinch back from the taste of the beer he was drinking earlier. But he’s so solid, so steady, the only still thing in a room full of movement—when your eyes move away from him into the twisting mass of bodies and flashing lights you feel dizzy, so you keep your gaze locked firmly on him. He wraps his arm around your back and you instantly feel better and lean into him, lean into the kiss.

You’re drooling by the time he stops kissing you. “So sweet,” Keigo says, wiping a pearl of saliva off his mouth. “Little sloppy, but I can work with that.”

You don’t get it. You don’t even know if you would get it if you were sober. What you do get is Keigo’s hand wrapped around your upper arm, pulling you through the crowd to the staircase. Once again the people move aside for him, like the Red Sea for Moses, you think with a little laugh and he looks back at you and raises an eyebrow questioningly.

You stop, halting at the base of the stairs and squinting up at the bright yellow light in the stairwell, so invasive and clinical after the strobing darkness of the bottom floor. There’s something hard pressing into your side when you try to lean on the wall. There’s a name for that thing, isn’t there? B…ban…bannister, right? You grip the bannister with one hand to hold yourself still and resist Keigo tugging you higher up the stairs.

“W-Where’re we going?” you ask. It’s weird—your voice doesn’t sound like drunk people in movies. It’s not slurred or unintelligible. To your own ears, it just sounds high, and fast, and…nervous.

“Going upstairs,” Keigo says patiently, still pulling gently at your arm. “Gonna get some air, ‘kay? I’ll show you something cool.”

“O-Okay…” Something cool? You want to see something cool, even if you’re practically tripping over the stairs trying to stumble up them.

One of the brothers is guarding the entrance to the upper floors (no doubt ensuring that wayward attendees don’t try to take the party upstairs into the personal bedrooms). He nods at Keigo when he passes, but when he catches sight of you—you with your hair mussed, lipstick smeared, flushed cheeks and wobbly steps—his eyes narrow. “She good?”

Even in your boozy haze, it doesn’t escape you that the question isn’t directed toward you. He’s asking Keigo.

“Her? She’s fine, she’s fine.” Keigo throws his arm over your shoulders like you’re old buddies. “I’m taking her to my room, it’s so fucking hot down there I can’t breathe.”

“Yeah…” the other guy says, gaze still focused on you, but he doesn’t move to the side to let you through.

“Oh, come on.” Keigo steps up onto the same stair as him so he can look him in the eye. “I said she’s fine, didn’t I? She’s having fun. Aren’t you? Tell him you’re having fun, (Y/N).”

His tone isn’t any less sociable than before, but—are you imagining it?—he’s not really asking, is he? “Um, I’m having—having fun?”

Oh. Oh no. Why did that sound like a question?

The brother waits a moment, and then shrugs and steps aside. “Whatever, bro.”

Keigo’s bedroom is on the third and highest floor of the sprawling mansion where the fraternity makes its home. Flags are pinned to the walls—one with the colors of your university and one with the fraternity crest—and on top of his desk there are trophies lined up in meticulous rows: track and field, swimming, cross country, fencing. The bedroom is a rare single, one of only a few in the crowded house, which Keigo explains is because he earned it as a member of leadership when he was elected social chair (“it was unanimous—well, almost, a couple of the douchebags voted for themselves but—“)

You’re trying to listen, you really are. But your head is spinning. Now that you’re out of the feverish swampy heat of the dance floor downstairs, you feel marginally more sober—and also more aware that you’re inebriated. Keigo’s voice is steady and soothing like the rest of him. The timbre, the intonations, the casual lilt and dip of his speaking make more sense to you than the words themselves.

“Here, have this. It’s rum. Tell me what it smells like…” Keigo puts something in your hand—a tiny little cup, a plastic shot glass—and you have to use all your concentration to hold it still enough to let him fill it with red-brown liquid out of an unlabeled bottle.

When you carefully lift it up to your face, you can smell the alcohol. It smells sweet, too—like vanilla, vanilla and something fruity and heavy. Bananas?

But mostly it smells like alcohol.

“It smells like banana bread, doesn’t it?” Keigo asks, pouring himself a shot too. “Try it.”

You take a tentative sip but even that meager amount is sickeningly bitter in your mouth. You hold it on your tongue for a second trying to taste the ‘banana bread’ and then swallow a few moments too late, hoping you don’t look as disgusted as you feel.

“Not like that,” Keigo laughs, tipping his own shot back and downing it in a single go. “Like this. Your turn.”

“…Keigo…” You’re not sure what you want to say. You don’t want the shot, it tastes bad and you’re already drunk. You’re a smart girl, a careful girl. You should know better. You do know better. But it feels like—it feels like, even though he’s not making you do anything, somehow it’s too late to say no.

“C’mon, (Y/N). It’s just a little shot.” He taps his empty glass against your almost-full one. “And look, if you don’t want to, I’ll just take you back downstairs…is that what you want?”

Back downstairs. Back to sitting by yourself and waiting for your friend and turning down offers. Is that what you want?

Keigo’s gaze dips down to the ground and he shifts a step forward. “Now…maybe it’s just me, but I don’t think you want that. ‘Cause when I saw you sitting on that couch, you didn’t look like you were having such a good time, hm? Am I right?”

“…um, I guess?”

“Yeah…you looked so sad and lost and lonely I couldn’t leave you alone. Admit it...” He reaches up and tucks a wayward lock of hair behind your ear. “You were waiting for someone to catch your interest. You were wishing a guy like me would come rescue you. If I’m wrong, I’ll take you right back downstairs and leave you by yourself for the rest of the night, okay? But if I’m right…”

You can smell his hot breath on your face—vanilla and sugar and bananas and rum.

“…take the shot.”

It’s not so bad the second time. You’re quicker and you don’t bother holding it in your mouth. The liquor sears your throat clean and when you get over the unpleasantness, it really does taste kind of like banana bread.

“Ohhhh… Not so bad, is it?” Keigo takes the glass from you. “God, you—you complain, but you really take it down like a champ.”

“Alcohol tastes nasty,” you reply, wrinkling your nose. “Why’d people do this for fun?”

“It’s not about the taste, not at first,” Keigo laughs. Weird. It’s like he’s always laughing.

“Then what?” At your next exhale, you squeeze your eyes shut and reopen them. Ah. Ah. The room is moving again, spinning, contracting and dilating. There’s something relaxing about it, like you’re being rocked on gentle waves in the ocean. You feel floaty, comfortable, pleased.

“Well…it’s nice, isn’t it? Isn’t this nice? Helps you not think so much, not worry about the consequences.” Keigo’s arms are wrapping around you again, anchoring you in place. His torso is warm and hard against yours. “Lets you be bad.”

“Mmm…” You blink up at Keigo, admire his jawline and his lashes and his pretty gold eyes. He looks like a boy you would’ve had a crush on in high school, an older boy who never would’ve given you the time of day.

His hand is rubbing circles over your back, shifting the fabric of your dress along with his palm. “So what do you say?” he murmurs. “Wanna be a little bad?”

You do. You want to be bad and naughty and reckless. You want to make dumb, drunken decisions that you’ll laugh about with your friends in a few years. You want to do things you’ll regret, because you’d rather regret the things you had the guts to do than the ones you were too scared to try.

You inch your arms up past Keigo’s shoulders and tangle them in his fluffy hair, tugging gently at the different strands until you work up the nerve to pull his head to your level and kiss him. Even though you initiated it, he immediately takes the lead and the force of his mouth writhing against yours has your neck twisting back to accommodate. His tongue pushes against yours again but you don’t mind it this time. Your spine is arched and you’d probably be falling backward if his hand wasn’t bracing your lower back before sliding down to grab your ass.

“God—“ he breaks the kiss— “goddamn, look at you.” He’s gripping your dress, lifting it, pulling the fabric up over your hips and up to your waist at the same time as he showers kisses over your cheeks and your jawline and your neck.

You lift your chin (how strange that you’ve never done this before and still it feels so natural) to let him bite and suck scarlet marks onto the thin skin of your throat. “Keigo—“

“Baby,” he sighs, his breath stirring the hair falling over your neck. “You’re gonna be a killer, I can tell… You’re sweet now, but fuck, you’ve got no idea.” His hands are under the hem of your dress giving your ass another squeeze before he pulls the skirt up.

“Killer? What do you...” He’s backing you onto the bed, kicking off his shoes, and you do the same.

“Shh, that’s for me to know and you to find out. Arms up,” he tells you, and you slowly comply, letting him take the dress off your shivering body to leave you in your panties—no bra, not in this dress. Keigo holds the dress in his hands for a second before he drops it to the floor. “This—you know what, this is how I knew you were a virgin, this little dress, who the hell wears a dress to a frat party—“

“A virgin?” Hearing him say the word hits some kind of trigger in you and your eyes go wide. Without thinking, you fold your arms over your breasts and pull your legs up to your chest.

“Not a virgin virgin, it’s just what we call freshie girls who’ve never been to a party before—“ Keigo starts to clarify, but when he catches your reaction (your overreaction), his eyes narrow and he sits on the bed over you, knees straddling your legs. “Wait. Are you—you’re not actually a virgin, are you?”

You look to the side, cheeks hot, wanting to deny it but knowing there’s no way you’ve got the mental fortitude to really convince him.

“Fuuuck,” Keigo breathes, leaning over you and framing your face with his hands. “Baby. You just keep getting sweeter, don’t you?”

“Shut up,” you whine, covering your face with your hands. “’s embarrassing…”

“You should be glad I asked, or you’d be…like crying and bleeding and stuff, right? God, it’s been a while since I had a virgin.” He scratches his forehead and then his hand comes down to absently stroke the soft inside of your thigh.

It tickles. It tickles and you feel goosebumps rising to attention on your leg and a silly little laugh bubbles out of your throat. An involuntary shiver passes through you.

Keigo smirks and ducks down to kiss the skin of your inner thigh. It’s light—it’s nothing—but the rough stubble on his chin scratches over your skin and you giggle again. He nudges up higher on your body, so close you can feel the heat of his breath through your panties, and his hands grip around your waist to keep you in place.

Everything’s moving so quickly. You wonder in the back of your mind, the tiny part that still has a decent grasp on sobriety, if you’re ready for all of this. Then you wonder if anyone’s ever ready. How are you supposed to know? When it’s the right time, are you not supposed to be nervous? You are nervous, but the liquor is taking the edge off, making you more comfortable, maybe even keeping your mouth shut when the sober version of you would’ve stopped this a long time ago. You don’t know.

But what you do know—what you do know is that Keigo is easing your panties down off your legs and then nosing back in to kiss up your thighs and latch his mouth over your pussy.

“Mm—oh, fuck—“ What are you saying? You’re not a moaner, you don’t even say ‘fuck’. You’ve always been able to keep quiet when you’re by yourself. It’s like Keigo’s tongue flicking over your clit is pulling the voice out of you.

He wriggles the tip of his tongue over that sweet spot and the breath falls out of your lungs in what is undeniably a whimper. You feel so tense with the effort of keeping still, blood rushing to your pussy, and your thigh spasms where it’s nestled next to Keigo’s cheek. “You ever done this before?” he hums between licks.

“N-No…ah!”

“Ever cum?” His tongue returns, licking you up and down in lazy strokes, spreading your juices all over your dripping cunt.

“…hahhh, yesss…” Yes, you’ve had an orgasm before, in your own bed on your own fingers. When you do it to yourself it’s detached and methodical, a means to an end. You keep your mouth closed and you barely move and you get it over with. It’s not like this, wet and sloppy and out of your control, teasing, giving you almost exactly what you want but not quite.

You’re moaning. You’re moaning. You can still hear the throbbing music of the party downstairs, and you’re moaning your little heart out, whimpering, crying with little ah-ah-ah’s that anyone who can hear would recognize immediately.

When you do it yourself, it’s not like this. It’s never like this. Keigo moves from slow to quick unpredictably, always pulling you down right when you feel that pressure building in your core. It feels good enough that you’re annoyed—no, not annoyed, downright pissed when he sits back up on his heels and licks the wetness off his own lips.

“What’re you—I was, I was gonna—“ you start, trying to organize your thoughts. It had felt good. You’d wanted it, wanted more, and now your pussy feels all warm and wet and needy, pulsating with the lust he stirred up in you.

“Gonna cum?” Keigo leans down and kisses you, long and slow. “Sorry…but I’m selfish. When you cum, I wanna feel it.”

His arms flex in the yellow lamplight as he pulls the collar of his shirt over his head. You’re sprawled over the sheets on your back, not sure what you can say so you just watch. It helps that there’s plenty to look at—the hard planes of his abdomen forming the tell-tale dips of a six-pack, perfectly-formed lean muscle (all those sports trophies, you think to yourself), and the V of his hipbones disappearing under the hem of his pants…which he’s currently taking off as well. There’s something to be said for the benefits of spending more time at the gym than you do at the library.

Every part of Keigo Takami is impressive—he’s a work of art in human form. And when he pulls down his boxer briefs and his cock springs out to bob against his stomach, you’ve gotta admit that that is pretty impressive too.

Impressive…and intimidating. You bite your lip looking at it. Keigo pumps himself up and down, and every time his fist moves down to expose the thick pink head, you wonder the same thing: how is that supposed to fit!?

Keigo must see the sudden anxiety on your face, because he smiles (reassuringly? arrogantly? or is he just delighting in your discomfort?) and lifts you like a kitten with his hands under your armpits. “Up, up, on your knees, legs together—perfect. Now turn and put your hands on the wall.”

It’s so much easier to follow his instructions than try to consider what would happen if you said no. His callused hands petting over your waist make you feel like you’re doing the right thing. But—still—the nagging anxiety of having something so big in your pussy doesn’t go away.

You hear a drawer opening, and you turn away from the wall to see Keigo squeezing a clear liquid from a bottle in his hand and spreading it meticulously down the shaft of his cock. Lube? That’s good, you’ve heard from your more experienced female friends that it’s good to be extra wet the first time…but there’s something else, something you’re missing, isn’t there?

You try to think, try to ground yourself and understand, really understand what’s happening to you. What are you missing? The bed is squishy and soft under your knees, the air is windy somehow (is there a fan on? you hadn’t noticed), and the music downstairs is so loud you can feel the vibrations through the wall you’re pushed up against. And. And. You try to think. What are you forgetting that you’re not allowed to forget?

You can feel his cock, too. Keigo’s hands grip the flesh of your hips and he leans his chest into your back, brushing your hair over your shoulders so the two of you can touch skin to skin. The head of his cock bumps against your mound, raw and hard and heavy. Skin to skin.

Skin to skin.

It hits you in a wave of panic and you whip your head around and push desperately back at Keigo’s solid shoulder. “Wait! Wait, Keigo—the condom? Are you wearing a condom?”

His hand wraps around your wrist and pins it back against the wall, and he bows down to nip a a little spot on the crook of your neck. “Calm down, we don’t need one.”

“No, we—we need it, I need it!” you squeak out, trying to push away from Keigo but he’s got you sandwiched between him and the wall and those perfect muscles you were admiring earlier are definitely not just for show.

“I said calm down. I’m not gonna go inside.”

“…What?”

He rocks his hips forward and his dick bumps up under your pussy again. “Ever heard of thighfucking?”

No, you’ve never heard of thighfucking, but you’re an intelligent girl and you might be drunk but you’re not so drunk that you can’t piece together what he means. Your interpretation is reinforced when you feel Keigo slathering liquid—lubricant—over the lips of your pussy and between the tops of your thighs. It feels cold and weird—slippery slick, like lotion—but even the barest second of his fingers brushing over your clit reignites the need from when he ate you out and you shudder.

“Keep those knees together for me, baby,” Keigo says, and with no further delay he pushes his cock in between your thighs, aiming it perfectly to slide between your pussy lips so the head will bump up on your clit.

“…ahh, Keigo, wait—oh!” The full weight of Keigo’s body shoves against your back every time he thrusts. You’re too weak for this, too delicate to stay in position. Your elbows buckle under the pressure and your face is about to smack directly into the wall until Keigo laces his fingers in your loose hair and yanks you back from it.

He’s got no trouble holding you down, keeping you perfectly posed with your soft thighs molded tightly around the cock driving between them. Your head is craned back from his hold on your hair and he lays hungry kisses over your mouth, your cheek, your neck, anywhere he can reach. He’s right—he is selfish, and you know that this position is about him, not you, so it takes you by surprise that the longer he fucks his cock between your thighs and your dripping slit, the more heat you feel rising up in your cunt.

It’s not right. It’s not supposed to be like this. Your first time doing anything with a boy isn’t supposed to end up with him using you like he’s humping a pillow, thrusting his slippery cock into your thighs and groaning in your ear. It’s all wrong, and it’s definitely wrong that you’re getting off to it.

But now you know why he ate you out and left you high and dry (well, not dry) without making you cum—because the heat and the friction and the feeling of every ridged vein sliding over your clit, his hips smacking with a wet slap against yours, the smooth head grinding over your pussy—all of it is making your thoughts swirl like your brains are sloshing around in your head, and not just because of the alcohol.

“Fuck,” Keigo purrs, ducking forward to bite the shell of your ear and then running a soothing tongue over it. “Fuck, baby, you like that? Is that virgin pussy getting all wet on my dick? You’re twitching, I can feel you…”

“…Mmph, ah, I, I—please—” You can’t really talk, not when he’s knocking the breath out of you with every thrust. But you need more. It’s not fair, having to make do with the uncontrolled jerks of his cock over your upper thighs and the outside of your pussy. He’s fucking you like he couldn’t care less about whether you get to cum—which, if you had the ability to think about it, he probably doesn’t. Certainly not as much as he cares about your soft, lubed-up skin squeezing so deliciously on his cock.

You grind your hips down a little, sticking your ass back toward him to get a better angle and—ugh, ugh it works, the pressure on your clit increases, and you keen desperately, begging him to fuck your thighs faster harder deeper. He yanks on your hair, snapping your head back so your whimper chokes up into a squeal, and—god, are you imagining it?—but you swear you feel the stiff length of his cock throb in between your legs with the head nudging on your belly.

“Uhnn…baby, baby, baby,” Keigo chants in your ear. His voice is heavier and jagged with the puffs of breath that are coming out in time with the roll of his hips into yours. It sounds…needy, almost. “G-Good girl, keep those legs tight, just—just like that…my good little sweetheart, angel, virgin. Gonna make me cum? Yeah? Make me cum with these pretty fucking thighs?”

“—Keigo, I’m—mm!” You can’t say it, even the thought of announcing you’re cumming like some kind of pornstar makes you cringe, but even if you don’t say it, there’s no way he doesn’t feel the electric shock that passes through you, sending tremors through your body.

You’re crying out, loud, louder than the music downstairs maybe (or at least it feels like it). There’s nothing you can grip for purchase so one hand just scrabbles against the bare expanse of the wall while you curl the other into a fist and dig your fingernails into your palms.

Fuck, is it the alcohol? Is it the liquor that’s making it feel like this, so overwhelming and heady you don’t even know where you are? You vaguely try to remember how you got here (something about blond hair, an easy laugh, and sugar-sweet liquid coating your tongue), but it’s not important, who fucking cares when the cock pistoning between your thighs is still rubbing up on your clit, still stimulating you, still sending sparks of heat up through your spine and making it impossible for you to breathe without moaning, much less think.

“Keigo…Keigo I came, please ahh—it, it hurts,” you whimper, trying to shift your hips up off his cock to relieve the pressure on your sensitive clit—but he won’t let you.

Keigo’s grip on your ass digs in deeper, harder so he’s probably leaving bruises, and the hand in your hair pulls your head back toward his. His voice is a growl, so low and scratchy that it sends a chill up through your body. “Don’t move. Don’t you—don’t you fucking move. Stay right fucking there.”

It scares you.

It scares you, but his dick is rocking over your pussy, making you crazy, making you lose your grip on whatever other physical sensations you can still feel. You’re limp except for your thighs pressed into one another as tightly as you can manage, letting Keigo hold you up. It doesn’t hurt, not really—but it’s horrible, it’s too much, it’s like you’re trapped on the edge, cumming and cumming and cumming and cumming while you squeal like you’re being tortured, and you are, you are, you are, you are—

—it's torture.

But not pain. It doesn’t hurt. It’s mind-bending, oppressive, awful, you want it to stop but—oh god oh god—you’re helpless and you don’t get to make it stop, you don’t get to make that decision, it’s up to him. He decides, Keigo decides, and Keigo decides to keep fucking into your thighs, keep spreading your pussy lips apart and teasing your clit, so you just roll your head back and stop trying to convince yourself it doesn’t feel incredible.

You barely notice him speeding up—you probably wouldn’t notice at all if you couldn’t hear the beat of your moans, paced in time with his body slamming yours against the wall, increasing in frequency. He releases your hair (you swear you can feel blood rush back into your head when you’re finally able to lean forward) and his hands go back to your hips, guiding you to rock yourself back on him so his last few rabid thrusts finish with the head of his cock rubbing firmly against your stomach.

“Ugh, goddamnit fuck, baby, yesss, stay still, stay right there,” Keigo groans, and you’re so blissed out from the overstimulation that you barely even feel the twitching of his cock between your legs and the spurt of thick, hot liquid on your stomach.

Oh.

Oh god.

When Keigo finally picks his hands off their bruising grip on your ass, you drop directly onto the bed, barely remembering at the last second to roll over onto your back so his semen (his semen, which is spread over your lower belly like a Jackson Pollock painting) doesn’t stain his sheets.

You stare at the ceiling and what do you know, there is a ceiling fan, blades spinning in lazy circles that make you sick when you try to follow them. So you close your eyes.

What are you feeling? What are you supposed to be feeling?

Anger, probably. Fear? Well, you won’t deny that there are hints of both of those emotions swimming underneath the hazy surface of your drunken psyche, but they’re overshadowed by what you’re really feeling, which is relief, relief that the stimulation is over, relief that it felt good, relief. And—since you’re too out of it to stop yourself from admitting it—satisfaction.

There’s a rustling, paper slipping against paper, and then you can feel Keigo wiping his cum off your bare stomach with a tissue and then dabbing at the smears of wetness between your legs. When he’s satisfied that you’re clean, the bed creaks as he lays down next to you. He’s panting.

Reluctantly you open your eyes and roll onto your side, propping yourself up on an elbow so you can look down at him: golden hair spread out in a halo around his head, pale lashes and brows, a healthy glow of sweat over his forehead. You hadn’t seen it before, but there’s a tattoo curling over his biceps from where it must originate on his back—red feathers, wings, inked permanently into his skin.

Angel, Keigo called you earlier. But really, between the two of you…he’s the angel. In appearance, if nothing else.

His eyes drift open and the corner of his mouth tilts up, pleased to see you inspecting him. “How was that? Did you have fun being naughty?”

You and him both know exactly how much fun you had, and if you said it you’d just be stroking his ego. “You’re not a good guy, are you,” you say instead.

“Never said I was.”

“Then why didn’t you…have sex with me? For real?” you ask after a beat. The question’s been weighing on you.

“Don’t tell me you’re complaining.” A hand comes up to comb through your mussed hair unhurriedly.

“I’m not…” You still want to know, though.

“Mmm…baby. You didn’t want this to be your first time. Believe me, you’re not supposed to lose your virginity to a guy like me. No—don’t pout, come on. Your first time is supposed to be, like, soft and special and romantic, right?”

The girl you were one month ago, before you moved away from your hometown to come to college, she would have agreed. But you’re not that girl. You’ve been to your first college frat party, you’ve had your first drink and your first shot, you’ve kissed a stranger and you’ve done…sexual things with a man for the first time. And you’re okay with it. So you roll your eyes. “I’m not some fourteen-year-old drawing hearts in my notebook. I don’t need soft,” you tell him, hoping you sound bold and sarcastic.

Keigo chuckles and pats you on the head. “Don’t knock soft fucking, it’s got a time and a place like everything. I just couldn’t do it. Not when I saw you sitting there looking so lonely—you were like, hmm…like a rabbit in a den of wolves. You looked delicious.”

Oh god, you’re blushing again. This isn’t good for the nonchalant cool girl persona you’re trying to cultivate for yourself.

He cups your chin and runs his thumb over your lower lip. “I don’t think I could’ve been soft with you if I tried.”

A sharp rap on the door has both of you tensing, and Keigo only has a second to yank a blanket up from the foot of the bed over your naked bodies before the door is slammed open so hard that it bangs against the adjacent wall. “Jesus, get the fuck out!” he barks to the intruder, and it’s weird to hear the authoritative note in his voice reminding you that within this house, he’s someone who commands respect.

You tuck your face into Keigo’s chest and hope wildly that the person who just walked in 1) didn’t see anything and 2) isn’t the friend who brought you to the party, because if word gets around that you’re the girl who ‘slept’ with an older frat boy at the first party of freshman year, you’ll never live it down. Regardless of your own sexual liberation or whatever, you’re well aware that this isn’t the kind of reputation you want to start your college career out with.

“Sorry Kei! But we need you downstairs, we’re out of alc and the music stopped and no one knows how to fix the speakers!” the brother says, shielding his eyes with his hand, but he doesn’t leave the room. At least it’s not your friend—you breathe a sigh of relief and Keigo automatically smooths a hand down the back of your head in response.

“I’m kind of busy,” he seethes, and—you’ve gotta admit, there’s something marginally funny about seeing him caught off guard like this. You bite down on a laugh and he looks at you curiously, one thick eyebrow quirked.

“I’m really sorry, man, but the President said you’ll be on puke clean-up duty tomorrow if you don’t get your ass down there. His words, not mine.”

“Tomura, of-fucking-course…shitty incel has it out for me…” Keigo curses under his breath. “Give me five minutes.”

As soon as the door is closed, you’ve got your feet on the floor, groping around the discarded articles of clothing for your dress. You smooth down your hair with your hands and hope you look like any other tipsy freshman instead of a girl who just got pseudo-fucked. Keigo winks at you and taps his cheeks under his eyes; you take the hint and wipe away the smudges of mascara and eyeliner that migrated out of place during your…activities.

Your phone is safely in the pocket of your dress and you’re all but ready to leave the room (hopefully there won’t be anyone in the hallway to see you) when Keigo, still pulling on his pants, tugs you back by your wrist.

“Hey,” he says.

“Hey,” you reply uncertainly.

“Aren’t you going to give me your number?”

What? Really? You’ve heard plenty about how frat guys like him operate, and nothing Keigo’s done (except the whole ‘no penetrative sex’ thing) has led you to believe he doesn’t fit the stereotype. And the stereotype doesn’t involve sleeping with the same girl twice, especially if that girl is an awkward freshman who is apparently too innocent for him to get his dick wet with. “What do you want my number for?” you ask.

“Do I have to spell it out to you?” Keigo’s fingers lace with yours and you stumble forward into him so he can kiss you.

It’s light, chaste even, but it’s not fair because he knows, of course he knows—a kiss like that is going to leave you wanting more. “Yes,” you tell him, just to be contrary.

Keigo laughs again, and you do your best to memorize the sound of it. “It’s so the next time you decide you want to be a bad girl…you know where to find me.”

#Hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #hawks #takami keigo #bnha #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia imagines #mha #mha x reader #mha imagines #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia imagines #smut #BNHA college AU #tw dubcon

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shivada-jade · 3 years

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how to be romantic

characters: zhongli, childe (the wingman) ➡ mentions: xiao, venti, hu tao warning(s): n/a unless you havent gone to liyue. why havent you gone to liyue? FINISH THE MONDSTADT QUEST AND GO TO LIYUE.

Zhongli's everyone's ideal man.

Intelligent, amusing, respectful, and extremely good looking.

Zhongli knows many things including Liyue's history and, well... Teyvat's history.

Though, romance is not something he touched base with over the time he spent in Teyvat. He was, after all, a war leader. He was a fighter, not a lover, but over time when he settles down at the harbour, he found you.

Being romantic is for losers, as a certain bard would tell him long ago, chugging two gallons of wine. Pretty ironic how his city turned to be a city of romance as much as it is freedom.

You were someone who did not make him feel like someone to be worshipped as he was once worshipped. You did not make him feel belittled or someone of unimportance. You made him feel whole, and for that he is forever thankful.

He tends to ramble about ancient history, but you assure him you find it as interesting as he does. You would usually tease him saying you might know more than him until you thought you saw a certain Yaksha near by. The certain Yaksha threatened you with the tip of his polearm when he fits you as any threat to Zhongli, whether physically or mentally. Ahah, but it's okay you're both buddy-buddy now. You make the best almond tofu.

Zhongli will forever be yours, he promises you. Through thick or thin or through any rainy day, he promises he will be forever yours. You bro-zone him.

As he sits on the chair drinking his tea, his eyes wander from person to person, noting how many of them were in pairs: pair of siblings, a pair of friends, a pair of lovers, a pair of enemies. Everything is in a pair.

A pair of blue eyes interrupt his thought. Zhongli sets his teacup down and nods to Childe in acknowledgement.

"How do you do, Childe?"

Childe grins and puts his hands behind his head, taking a seat in front of Zhongli. "Oh nothing much. Juuust checking in to see how my favourite grandpa is. How are you? How's the spouse and three kids, living near the beach with their pet hamster? Ayo shawty bae, make sure you-"

Zhongli indeed knows a lot of things, but Childe's way of talking might just be something he may never understand.

"Childe, let us get to the point."

"Right, so! As your awesome wingman who got you the love of your life and even matchmade with countless of other people, I, Childe, the lovable Fatui Harbinger, the hottest person here, the best ginger there is-"

"The point, please," Zhongli says, offering to pour tea for his friend.

Childe refuses with a polite smile, "I have come with thee with a way to spice up your love life!"

Zhongli pauses and then lifts the cup up, sipping the tea, humming to show he heard.

Blue eyes dull and Childe whines, "Come on! I went through so much trouble in making a step-by-step guide on how to be romantic." His arms droop to his side.

The former Archon lifts a brow and places his tea down again, "Amuse me."

"Great!" Childe high-fives himself under the table. His right hand fishes for something hidden in his left sleeve and pulls it out. It was a long scroll of messy writing.

"Ahahah!" He slaps the scroll on the paper. The title read, 60 Impressive Ways to Be Romantic. "Mr Zhongli, you will not regret following these simple steps! You're already the man, but now you'll be... the better man! It works 100%"

"Preposterous," Zhongli chuckles. "I don't think I need this to win over [Name's] heart."

"Dude, [Name] bro-zoned you yesterday."

The wind brings the sound of laughter to Zhongli's ears, as if mocking him. Sometimes, he really wanted to punch the wind.

...

Tartaglia's way of showing romance seems to cost a fortune. Zhongli knows at this point this is one of Tartaglia's entertainment, because halfway through the scroll it scribbled, "AFFORDABLE ways to be romantic :)"

...

You come home to rose petals littering your doorstep and silk flowers perching on your window. A little neat note is clipped in between the door and the door frame.

After working, all you wanted to do is sleep, so that is what you did. You were too tired to notice the change and left the letter falling on the floor.

Mission failed!

Childe pats Zhongli's pat like he was a rejected kid on the playground.

"So what? Maybe step number 38 just wasn't it. Let's skip to step 69."

"There's only 60 steps, though," Zhongli quickly points out.

"Oh.. just change the number 60 to 69. It'll be like 57, 58, 59, 69 and done!"

...

Step 45: Take them out on a nerd date.

Zhongli has already told you so much about his knowledge, he doesn't think there's much to do.

Step 48: Explore the unknown!

You almost fell in a ravine when you and Zhongli went out for a simple walk. No way was he going to let that happen again.

Step 52: How are you all the way here? Make their favourite dish!"

Hu Tao sabotaged a dish once and Zhongli proceeded to think he's a horrible chef.

Step 54: I'm out of ideas. Just don't be a wimp and place an arm over their shoulder while you're against a wall or something. What's the word.. kabedon?"

Zhongli notes the Inazuman term and sweat drops. Maybe Zhongli is a wimp. No he isn't, but he wouldn't know if you would be comfortable with that. He would like to make sure you feel safe around him before doing such things.

Step 60: You made it here, so I'm assuming nothing from the other steps worked. Just ask them out and be direct. If you're rejected then I'm here!

"Well? Why do you like them to begin with?" Childe questions Zhongli one day with a palm resting under his chin.

Golden eyes soften when describing details that make you one of a kind as Childe takes out a quill, ink and a paper.

The next day, Childe ushers Zhongli to meet you. He shoves Zhongli to your house and quietly waits in a bush, listening to what's going to happen.

Zhongli waits outside your doorstep, knocking. He does not have much with him, just a single glazed lily in one hand.

He waits a few moments and you open the door.

"Hi there, Zhongli!"

Zhongli lights up when he sees your bright aura.

"Hello-"

"You're late."

That went downhill really fast, but Zhongli is a man of patience. "I beg your pardon?..." he trails off, wondering what he was late for.

"The letter, the flowers, the little lunches you packed for me these days?" You explain, heaving a basket from inside and showing Zhongli the little collection of gifts he gave you. He thought random people got his gifts instead of you because it would always be gone by the next day without ever seeing you take it.

Zhongli clears his throat, honestly flustered that you took care of his gifts with great care, even placing it in a delicate basket. By delicate, the fanciest looking basket out there.

He reaches for your hand, gently placing a Glazed Lily. "What am I late for?"

You walk back inside, carefully placing the Glazed Lily in a vase and come outside with a blue letter. You curiously ask, "Did you not send this letter?"

Zhongli looks at the letter with a smile gracing his face. In your hand is a blue letter with a small whale stamp in the corner.

To my dearest,

I do not wish to keep my feelings for you caged in. I'm not one to forget many things, but when I am with you, I seem to forget all the pain this world has caused me.

At times I feel unreachable or unapproachable to many people. At times I feel I may never fit in this new life in Liyue I chose, but when you show me the thousands of reasons why I need to stay, I stay for you. I realize when I am not with you, Liyue is dull. When I am not with you, I am cold, but when I am with you, I am full of warmth and happiness.

Your eyes that tell me more stories than I can imagine are stunning. The smile that comes with it tops it all off. Your awful jokes and horrible sense of humour make me at peace, showing me there is a little humour in everything.

I wish I can go on and list more, but my ink is running short.

I simply adore you, my dear.

I can only hope you feel the same for me. My gifts for you are material, but my love for you will be eternal.

Would you be able to free yourself to spend the day with me tomorrow by noon?

Yours,

Zhongli

note: JHDSJNDSDNALNDAHJHDNMDSNMAMNDNMF,,C,MVMNXCVNVCNMCVXNMCVXNMCNMM,JDFSLDFNMSKDAFJJFDKREY3RKNLFDFSNMDDAJLNLAALKADPODMKLCXBEGHRGHGNML

you read it this far EHHDAHDHJ HOW

(childe's pov)

#zhongli #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #zhongli x reader #childe #tartaglia #genshin fanfic

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bloodstainsontengensfloor · 3 years

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JJK Woman Appreciation Post II! ⚠️ Spoilers (duh)⚠️

Shoko Ieiri:

I’m torn between simping for her and begging her to adopt me.

Shoko Ieiri, the ultimate third wheel. She was in the same year as Gojo and Geto, and the three of them became fast friends. Of course, though, Gojo and Geto became even faster friends. The three of them are legit parallels to Nobara/Fushiguro/Itadori in terms of their friendship. She and Utahime also have a good friendship as seen in one of my favorite manga panels. Shoko is extremely special because she can used Reversed Cursed Techniue which allows her to heal people, and based on Volume 0, may be able to REGROW MISSING LIMBS?!

She’s extremely valuable to the story because of this ability and during the Shibuya Incident Arc, Principal Yaga expresses this importance. She is situated away from everything because if the enemy knew where she was, they would kill her first.

Shoko prefers alcohol over sweets, and stopped smoking for five years before starting again during the Shibuya Incident Arc. Because... yea I’d do the same. She is pretty serious and focuses on getting the job done. She is pretty laid back and chill, and presents a blasé attitude. In high school, she always avoided conflict and after seeing Geto after he, you know k!lled a bunch of people, she mocks him almost. I hope we get to see more of her and her character and that maybe the whole thing of her avoiding conflict gets overcomes. Her and Utahime will be the only adult mentors left in the series really, and I want to see how she would react in that role.

Utahime Lori:

Yes I do personally Headcanon these two as girlfriends. I honestly love Utahime because of the fact that she’s like the mother hen of a bunch of juvenile children who project their issues on other people.

When first introduced, she’s pretty calm and reserved. She stops the rival school from their battle of petty insults and gets easily irritated... when Gojo came. She has good intuition and when Gojo asks her to investigate the spy at Kyoto, she reminds him that she could be the spy before being insulted for being ‘weak’. We don’t know her cursed technique but obviously it must be pretty strong if she is the opposing teacher to Gojo. And speaking of the annoying idea of weak and strong in the Jujutsu world, Utahime also has a scar on her face. We don’t know where she got it from but she has it.

Momo talks about how a scar on a woman is a disadvantage for a female Jujutsu Sorcerer. I personally think that her lectur might have been influenced by seeing her teacher be put at a disadvantage due to this. We still don’t know too much about her, sadly, but she shows herself to be an entertaining character. Her attempt an a inspirational speech at the begining of the sister school exchange event displays her to be rather awkward when it comes to being comforting. However, it’s been established that the Kyoto school is like a family and that probably wouldn’t be possible without Utahime. Her caring nature is on display when she notices Miwa passed out in a dangerous zone.

Same thing with Shoko, I’m torn between simping and begging for adoption. Gosh I want Utahime and Shoko to be my moms dkekekek.

The fact that she loves Karaoke and wants Shoko to quit smoking 😭😳💙

Mei Mei

First thing first: her relationship with her brother will always make me uncomfortable-

Mei Mei is a grade one sorcerer who is on the side of money. Mood. I honestly don’t know her character that well, but she is really chill and has good inuition. She notices Maki’s strength and quickly realizes that Fake!Geto is.. well fake.

Okay but her cursed technique?? Allowing herself to control or share senses with animals, specifically crows is so cool and so convienet. Like during the Kyoto event, her skill was very useful and same thing during the Shibuya Incident Arc.

Although I don’t remember much about her character, I do know that she is very chill and laid back, but can be caring in her own special way. Well, by caring I mean complimenting Itadori on his skill, which is something that she didn’t have to do but did.

This reminded me that I need to reread the manga, and not just Gojo’s past arc because I miss Riko Amanai and I’m working on a nice post about Star Plasma Vessel Sus stuff, but Mei Mei is also just like... hot 😳.

Yuki Tsukumo:

She’s so cool, but so suspicious. A lot of people have pointed out that she was insturmental in Geto’s decline by introducing the idea of a world without jujutsu to him. Her Aethstic is cool with the motorcycle and the “what kind of woman is your type” question. I love how she is really cheerful but at the same time badass, two traits I feel like aren’t more commonly coexistent within female characters.

In the last or second to last chapter, she exposed herself to be rather... funny? Like funny in the fact that she’s kind of clueless half the time? Like the facial expressions she makes and how when things goes more downhill than she thought they would, she started to freak out a little.

I do think she is really interesting in the fact that she actively researches way to make the world a better place and protect people from curses in the best way possible. But... she’s still so suspicious.

Fun fact: her surname has the Kanji for 99... she got 99 problems-

Riko Amanai:

Missing you 😭

She’s probably one of my favorite characters. She was just a teenager who was lonely and for some reason kept on surviving while others didn’t. She was okay with giving up herself to... basically be the vessel, the puppet, to a powerful entity who’s been alive for over a 1000 years. It’s really bittersweet because the way I saw it, she was okay with being the vessel because of the fact that she believed that because she was the vessel, she had to be lonely in her life leading up to the Merge.

Riko has no cursed technique but was responsible for the Jujutsu world as Master Tengen’s vessel. She was spunky, cheerful, and... confused. Riko thought she had everything figured out but after forming close connections with Geto and Gojo and realizing how important Kuro was to her, she realized that she wanted to make more memories and not lose everything.

I’ll talk more about her in my Star Plasma Vessel post 😉.

Tsumiki Fushiguro:

Omg another one of my favorites because I love characters who are low key plot tools.

Tsumiki is Megumi’s older step sister who took on a very maternal role in his life. Megumi is very protective over her while at the same time very annoyed at what he believed was the hypocrisy of ‘good people’. Tsumiki is shown to be kind, caring, and well... just your normal teenage girl. She threw milk at Megumi after scolding him for getting into another fight. She just wants to see her little bro get the best life he could possibly get.

Tsumiki only did the test of courage because she ‘was worried’ and I feel like that just says so much about her character. And now? Well now she’s a vessel for some unknown vengeful spirit. And... do all vessels just get their hair pulled back??

And That’s all for now folks! Thanks for reading!

I didn’t edit this at all oh well, some times the first draft is all we have the energy to do-

#jujutsu kaisen #shoko ieiri #iori utahime #mei mei #fushiguro tsumiki #riko amanai #jjk anime #jjk #yuki tsukumo #😌😌😌#anime

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fabricated-misslieness · 4 years

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What if Corpse was interested in another faceless YouTuber (who would be his future s/o) only to find out that they actually know each other in person 🤔 I'm sorry it was just a thought I had to share with someone :")

Corpse Husband x FacelessYoutuber!gender neutral reader

Ooh but what kind of interest? Like ooh la la or you’re a cool dude, let’s be friends kinda interest? Jk, jk. Anyway, you think you’d know it’s Corpse from that voice, honestly, but hey it is what it is.

Writing and posting this today cause I was bored and I got inspired.

No, they’re not actually married. It’s a joke, from this clip of this video at 0:17

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 1,089

(d/n) = display name / channel name / youtuber nickname (in case the username is quite long, something like Corpse Husband being called Corpse)

Once again, another notification for getting tagged in a tweet. What’s it about? Oh? Faceless YouTubers? You get tagged with those other two, Dream and Corpse, like a million times a day.

It felt like it’d been increased to two or even three million now that you’d announced you were streaming Among Us together.

It was going to be the first time you met Dream and around the third with Corpse.

It wasn’t like you were dreading it, you were rather excited, it’s just the constant tagging was getting a little annoying; especially when you would check your phone at the sound of a notification, only to find yourself being tagged to a Tweet about faceless YouTubers.

You settled on putting it on silent, though you stopped as you saw your best friend text you. “Wyd tonight?”

Your face lit up in a smile, “Something work related. You wanted to hang?”

“Nah, nah, just curious.” His reply was very sus, but maybe that was all the Among Us affecting you. “You’ve done a lot of work related stuff recently.”

“So have you.” You let out a small huff of a laugh.

“Touché.” He replies. “A’ight then, let’s hang out Sunday?”

“Thought you said you didn’t want to hang.” You raised an eyebrow even if he wouldn’t see it. “But, yeah, sure.”

“Shush.” It made you laugh, you were sure he was a bit embarrassed. “K, Sunday then.”

That seemed to be the end of your conversation, good thing since it was almost time to stream.

“We get tagged a million times a day together.” Your followers were shocked about how you were unaffected when you first heard his voice. While the real reason was because your best friend also had the deepest voice ever, you said that it was because Corpse had blown up recently. If you’re in the Among Us community in 2020, you know about Corpse.

“Do you not have a face either?” You and Dream laughed, replying similarly.

“My face is just a mask.” That hit a little too hard based off of the situation of the world right now, but you brush it off.

“I look just like my avatar, promise.” You said. That was hard to believe, with your avatar looking like it came straight out of a fairy tale. “How ‘bout you, Corpse?”

“Yeah, me too.” The three faceless YouTubers laughed.

Ever since he’d first met you, at your first Among Us session together, he’d felt a sense of familiarity around you and vice versa.

Even your voices and the way you talked were the same.

It got him interested in you, in the same way that he was interested in his best friend. It felt bad having a crush on two different people at the same time, but he couldn’t help it.

Then when you heard he was from Southern California, from a random talk about time zones, your gut feeling was telling you that was your best friend. The similarities were too abundant to be coincidences.

When it finally came to you hanging out on Sunday, at his apartment because ‘bleh, people’, you thought back to that video from Anthony Padilla, “I spent a day with FACELESS YOUTUBERS”

Remembering this clearly made you feel like a stalker but… he’s mentioned the fact that he was 23, dropped out of school at 8th grade, came back, and then dropped out again, the accessories you see on his hands, and the fact he has a YouTuber room he never lets anyone inside of.

That sounded just like your bestie.

“Hey, what’s inside that room again?” You pointed at the door of the forbidden room he had.

“(y/n), don’t.” His voice was bordering on uncomfortable and threatening, like he’d kick you out if you persisted with it.

“Sorry.” The guilt caught up to you, making Corpse sigh and give you a hug.

“It’s okay.” His voice soothed your guilt. “Now that I think about it, you have one of those rooms in your apartment too.” He laughed and it sounded like heaven on Earth, just like Corpse Husband.

“Yeah, it’s a YouTuber room.”

“What?”

Your shoulders tensed, you didn’t mean to let that slip out. “Uh--”

“(y/n).” Corpse breathed out in shock, separating from your hug to look at you. “Can you say (d/n)’s intro just like how they say it?”

“No, that’s embarrassing.” Your reply was immediate, but he didn’t seem convinced with your reason.

“You’re (d/n), right?” He asked.

You thought about a response, eyes focusing on the spot in which he’d thrown the aluminum foil, which you found still laying there the day after his Instagram story. “You’re Corpse Husband.” You retaliated.

“Uh, yeah.” He replied.

You stared at each other in awkward silence.

It was a deafening silence, one that made you anxious of the result of this situation.

Corpse interrupted it with one of his beautiful laughs and a joke, “We’re married.” I now pronounce all of us, married. Technically, you were married to the entirety of one of your Among Us groups and not only each other but hey, you’re still married. (this is a joke bro)

Your face flushed red. “Yeah, we are.”

“And I have a crush on you.” He blurted out. Shit, he didn’t mean to say that. His face flushed too, by now neither of you could look at the other.

“Me too.” You spoke up, a small smile on your face as you looked at him. You’d always had a crush on him. It felt a bit silly admitting that.

He laughed and you laughed. You gave him a peck on the lips and tears slipped down his cheeks.

“Shit.” Had you read the situation wrong?

Corpse pulled you into a tight hug, burying his head in your shoulder. “Thank you for being there for me.” He sniffled. “Supporting me when I dropped out, when I needed space, when I was desperate for help. Thank you.”

You felt the tears stain your shirt. “It’s what people in romantic relationships do, right?” You poorly phrased that on purpose to lighten his mood, which seemed to work.

He let out a small laugh but it was quickly followed by a sob.

You kissed the top of his head and played with his hair, hoping to soothe out his tears. “It’s no problem, it will never be a problem. You don’t have to say ‘thank you’ for some decent human decency.”

He sniffled, but you could tell he was starting to stop. “I love you.”

“I love you too, always have.”

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Love, Not War

JJ Maybank x pogue! reader

based on outerbanks episode The Forbidden Zone where Rafe and Topper jump Y/n and Pope on a grocery run. If only it was possible to keep JJ from finding out

⚠️: assault and swearing

“Y/n what do you say?” Pope encouraged. He gave you an awkward smile, as his dad handed him a grocery bag for each hand.

“Sure, why not,” you shrugged, hopping on to Heyward boat.

“I promised delivery by this afternoon. Thanks, Y/n,” Heyward smiled.

“If she’s going then I’m comin’ too,” JJ added reaching out to Heyward as he gave JJ two bags, JJ lazily dropped them as if they were heavy.

“Rich people don’t want to wait for you lazy sons of.. Aw, thank you, JJ,” Heyward said sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes at JJ, he just smirked.

“Great,” you groaned.

“What? You think I’d let you get all the sweet tips?” JJ defended, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his chest.

You pushed him back, “get off of me. I’m sick of you following me around. I can literally never catch a break,”

JJ looked slightly offended, but he brushed it off, “I’m not following you. I just need the cash. Chill,”

“Pope?” You asked, “let’s get a move on,” you tried to ignore JJ. But you felt him closing in on you at any moment of independence. John B kept telling you that JJ just wanted to protect you. You had no idea why, and when you confronted JJ about it he just denied.

When you arrived at a Figure Eight dock, JJ hopped off and held out a hand for you, you reluctantly accepted.

“Alright so, there’s a few deliveries my dad already completed...” Pope mumbled.

JJ interrupted, “Just get on with it Pope, where do you want Y/n and I to deliver-“

“Wait hold up! I’m not going with you,” you said to JJ.

“Why not?” he asked, completely surprised.

“I’m going with Pope. We’ll take the golf course route, right? The one that we did last week,” you mentioned.

Pope nodded, “sure, Y/n,”

“Awe come on...Fine,” JJ groaned, “your loss,”

You felt relieved as you grabbed a carton of milk and a bag of groceries. Pope nodded you over to him and you both split off from JJ, saluting him goodbye.

You and Pope walked for about five minutes, “it doesn’t even look like the storm hit here,”

“Lucky kooks,” you muttered.

Before Pope could agree, you heard the all to familiar taunting of Rafe Cameron.

“Hey, what’s up guys? Y/n, lookin’ hot as ever! And Pope, why don’t you share some of those beers!” Rafe shouted. Approaching the both of you with Topper.

You and Pope tried to walk past them, but they blocked your path with their golf clubs, “how much for one of those beers?” Rafe chuckled, but he was serious.

When you opened your mouth, it was dry, and you couldn’t make a snarkey comeback.

“They’re not for sale,” Pope told them stepping back.

Rafe smirked and eyes you up and down. You ignored him and tried to continue walking.

Rafe then grabbed your shoulders, “Wait, wait, wait.”

“Rafe, we don’t want any trouble,” you said, pushing his hands off.

He scoffs, “don’t want any trouble? You here that, Top? Pogue Princess doesn’t want trouble!” Rafe joked. He called you pogue princess as a nickname since grade school.

“I’m serious, get out of our way,” you ordered, clinging tight to the bags of groceries in your hands.

“We just want some beers,” Topper said, pulling on what Pope was holding.

“These are already paid for!” Pope argued as he struggled with Topper.

Topper yanked them away from him, sending Pope tumbling in the sand, “you guys are frickin crazy!” He shouted.

“Pope!” You exclaimed as you stepped foreward to help him. As you reached over, Rafe stepped infront of you and swung his golf club in the air.

You flinched at the fact that he almost hit you and lost balance, falling away from Pope on the sand.

Rafe’s club collided with Popes back, and he yelled in pain.

Quickly you got up, “stop it, you asshole!” You screamed at Rafe, punching him in the face from the side.

He was taken aback for sure, but not harmed enough, “you think you can order us around, on our turf, pogue!”

He turned and shoved your shoulders, pushing you to the ground.

Then he stood over you, a foot on either side of your waist.

You groaned in pain as his shadow towered over you, “I never thought I’d get this chance,” he mumbled, looking down at you, studying your every feature.

You ignored him, looking over at Pope, topper wasn’t beating him anymore, but there was blood in his mouth.

While you were distracted, Rafe started to make a pass at you, his hands moved up your shirt, and groped your chest.

You squirmed, “what the-“ you fought against him. Creating a small wave of dust from the sand.

Rafe’s large hand caressed your cheek, “It’s gonna feel so good to get with Maybank’s girl,”

“Wha- I’m not his you bastard!” You screamed, punching his leg.

He laughed, then got down to his knees, trapping you beneath him.

“Get off!” You screamed, shoving against his shoulders. Rafe grabbed your wrists and pinned them by the sides of your head.

“Dirty ass pogue,” he spit.

“Shit!” Topper noticed your screaming and was surprised by what Rafe was doing, “Dude, what are you doing, man?!”

“Just...” he breathed, “having fun with my favorite Pogue!” He chuckled, moving one hand to lift your shirt.

You felt sick as the material slid up your waist.

“Rafe,” Topper said uneasily, “Rafe, man, knock it off!”

Rafe didn’t listen, and Pope was now starting to force himself to stand.

“Come on! Let’s go Rafe! Seriously!” Topper exclaimed.

Rafe looked at you again, then he scratched his neck and spit right down on you. And slowly stood up, joining Topper and grabbing his club.

“We don’t want you over here. You got that? Stay off figure eight pogues!” Rafe ordered, chuckling as Topper continued to tell him it was time to leave.

“See ya!” Rafe shouted, heading up the hill.

Topper was breathing heavily, he stared at you, still on the floor, as you fixed your shirt.

His mouth parted as if he was going to say something.

“Top, let’s go! Hey, let’s go!” Rafe shouted.

You struggled to control your breathing.

Topper glanced at Pope again before leaving. When they were finically out of sight, you got up to see Pope.

His cries were in pain and he was still lying on his back, you grabbed his head and told him to spit the blood out.

“Hey, hey it’s okay. You’ll be okay,” you grabbed his hat and put it on his head, then slowly helped him stand.

“Let’s just go home,” Pope said, putting his arm around you as you helped him walk back to the dock.

You were every bit as traumatized as him, but your solution was to bury it deep. Try not to dwell on it, at least until the time came. This wasn’t the best method to deal with your pain, but it was better than having everyone know about the sick bullshit you just went through.

You and Pope got to the boat, he sat in the drivers seat. Just staring off straight into space.

“Hey, start the boat,” you mentioned.

He didn’t want to talk much, “JJ,” was all he said.

“Shit,” you muttered. You didn’t want to see JJ right now. There were so many reasons.

“Pope, hey, Pope. You can’t tell JJ about this. Please. Okay? None of the Pogues. Not Kie or John B either,” you rambled.

Pope didn’t answer, but before you could insist, you flinched at the sudden sound of yelling.

“Y/n! Pope! You’re not going to belive what just happened to me! Whoo! That was the best 100 bucks I’ve ever made! When I say count me in on all these grocery deliveries, Pope, I mean it,” JJ exclaimed happily. He winked when he saw you sitting in the back, you just pursed your lips in response.

“What’s up with you?” JJ asked when Pope didn’t answer, “Bro, you good?”

Your heart ached to say something, to tell Pope to keep his mouth shut. But would that make you look even more suspicious?

JJ looked at you, and then back at Pope, leaning in closer and inspecting him, “Yo,” he paused, “what happened to your face, dude,” JJ asked, then he reached for Popes hat, covering part of the damage.

Pope tried to stop him, but JJ saw enough, “Jesus!” JJ expressed, looking at you now.

“What happened?” JJ demanded.

Pope’s eyes remained on the water.

JJ clenched his jaw. Looking from you to Pope again and again.

Before you could lie, say something, anything, Pope deadpanned, “Rafe and Topper jumped me,”

JJ looked back, his jaw still clenched. You could tell he was angry, “Did they get Y/n?” He asked Pope.

“They said no pogues on their side of the island,” Pope said, steering the boat towards home.

JJ scoffed, “Y/n are ya hurt?” JJ asked, stepping closer.

“No. I’m fine JJ. Back off,” you warned, getting up and moving to the open part of the boat.

JJ felt defeated, and angry, “you better not lie to me Y/n!” He shouted at you.

“Lie to you?! You’re the fucking liar!!” You screamed, only part of your volume getting lost in the wind.

“Me? ‘Fuck did I do?!” JJ shouted.

“If you hadn’t pulled that gun...” Pope started.

“You seriously gonna blame this shit on me! Yo, Topper was gonna drown-“ JJ retaliated.

Pope interrupted him, “Look, were not gonna talk about this now,”

JJ clenched his jaw, “This is war.”

You could’ve argued with JJ more, you wanted to know what he had done to convince Rafe that you were “Maybank’s girl”, but you closed the bottle your emotions lived in, and were silent the whole rest of the day.

You took a deep breath as you stared at JJ across from you.

The earlier events were playing in your mind like an endless loop. You knew Rafe’s motivation for doing it, but why did he call you “Maybank’s girl”? Why did he have to bring JJ into it? Did it have anything to do with the fact that recently JJ has been hovering over you like-

“Y/n what is up with you?” John B asked you as you sat on his couch, watching the pogues talk about whatever they usually did.

You shrugged, taking a drag of a blunt JJ made.

“Maybe JJ knows,” Kie suggests, tapping John B on the shoulder.

“Ugh,” you groaned, there was so much you wanted to say to JJ, or yell at him.

“JJ?” John B asked, pointing to you.

“Beats me. She’s been acting like a bitch ever since...uh ever since she called me a liar. She’s the one who’s lying! I mean look at her! Telling us she’s fine,” JJ tells him.

“God, JJ! You are such an asshole!” You screamed, getting up and throwing your hot blunt right at him.

“Jes- What the fuck? You can’t just throw a lit blunt at me!” JJ shouted.

“And YOU can’t go around telling people I belong to you!” You shouted, instantly regretting what you said.

“What the hell is happening?” Kiara pointed out.

“Who the fuck told you that?” JJ questioned, slightly softer now.

“No one. Whatever. I’m leaving,” you stated, heading towards the door.

“You’re just gonna walk away?!” JJ shouted.

“Yeah I am! I can’t deal with you right now,” you groaned, opening the door.

Instantly, JJ was beside you, he slammed the door closed, preventing you from leaving, “we need to talk,” he said.

“No we don’t. Let me go,” you pleaded, “I don’t have anything to say to you,”

JJ scoffed, looking away from you for support from the rest of the group.

“Y/n he’s gonna find out soon enough...” Pope interjected.

“Pope! Shut your mouth.” You demanded, at this, pope adjusted his hat in nervousness.

Kie looked at you with frustration, “stop taking out whatever your going through on us!”

“Fine! I’ll leave!” You exclaimed.

Shoving JJ harshly off of the door.

Taken aback, he stumbled. He looked extremely hurt, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it. You opened the door, slamming it on the way out, and left the chateau.

You stopped at the pantry and grabbed something to drink before heading up to your room.

You were mad and needed to blow off some steam, being home alone helped that.

You sauntered up the stairs and opened the door to your room, it was dark in there so you turned backwards and found the light switch.

When you turned around, you practically screamed when you saw JJ on your bed.

“What the fuck,” you muttered, annoyed.

“I thought we needed to talk,” JJ started.

“Yeah and you also thought 9+10 was 19,” you joked, groaning as you collapsed on the bed next to where JJ was.

“Y/n I’m serious,” JJ added.

“So am I.” You responded.

“Talk to me. Tell me what’s...what you meant before,” JJ stuttered, he didn’t really know exactly what he expected from this.

“You’re not listening,” you mumble.

“Fine. I’ll listen,”

“Okay. Then go. Leave me alone. I don’t need this. I’m sick of it. And you’re the fucking reas...okay just um please leave,”

“I’m not going to let you push us away. I’m staying. And I’ll be here, if you’ll talk to me,” JJ said kindly. He was almost pleading.

“I’m scared.” You blurted.

JJ’s eyebrows furrowed, “scared of what?”

You sat up, looking at the floor, “um..how you’ll react,”

“Y/n. What is it you need to tell me,” JJ says.

“Look...uh...have you been telling kooks that we’re dating, that I’m yours?” you asked, staring him directly in the eyes.

JJ broke the eye contact, “I thought...uh..I thought it would keep them off your back,”

“What?! Oh my god I’m gonna kill you! You’re such an idiot!” You groaned.

“Why?” He added a slight chuckle, “it worked didn’t it?”

You frowned, at that’s when JJ knew. Something was more wrong than what he thought.

“Who? Was it Rafe? It was wasn’t it! Today, with Pope! Rafe fucking hit you didn’t he!”

“JJ! Calm down! He didn’t,” you told him.

“No use in lying.” JJ stated.

“He just said some things. That’s all! I swear,” you plead.

“What’d he say? Hm?” JJ asked, clearly provoked.

“This is why I didn’t want to tell you...”

“See the thing is...you didn’t fucking tell me anything!” JJ exclaimed.

“Fine! Okay. Calm down though,”

JJ nodded.

“He said “it’s gonna feel so good...to get with Maybank’s girl.” I- Idon’t know I don’t really remember,” you told JJ.

JJs mind went to all sorts of places, was it his fault. It was a protective mechanism, telling those kooks that you were his. But turns out it was just a way to get a rise out of him.

He could feel his heart rate quicken.

“JJ, hey, JJ please calm down. I’m right here. He didn’t get me. Topper didn’t let him,” you said.

“So...so he would’ve...he would’ve uh...” JJ trailed off, almost loosing breath, “Y/n he’s gonna pay for that. This war is not fucking over,”

“No. No JJ. Please stop. He didn’t do it. So you don’t have to worry. This isn’t an excuse to start another battle. You need to be done,” you demanded.

“I’m not going to be done! He tried! And I wasn’t there! I’m always there! And yet he still found a way,”

“Maybe that’s the problem,” you suggested.

JJ took a sharp deep breath, “so what are you saying? You don’t want me around?”

“JJ...” you trailed off.

You saw JJ’s eyes water, he then blinked rapidly, and threw his red hat over his head as a distraction.

Once he blinked all the tears away, he stood up.

“Wait...don’t-don’t leave,” you sighed, grabbing his bicep gently.

“I have something to do anyway,” he shrugged your hand off, walking out the door.

You wanted to say something again, to call after him, but the only sound that came out was a sob. And you fell to the floor, a hand pressed against the cold bedroom door.

JJ could only hear his footsteps as he walked against the pavement, or rather, individually arranged stones, it was a kook house after all.

JJs mind wasn’t clear, he didn’t exactly know why he was at Toppers door. He just hoped he could get more of an explanation than he did from you.

Toppers mother answered the door, “Can I help you?” She asked impatiently.

“I need to talk to Topper. Is he home?” JJ asked.

The woman eyed him up and down. Judging his outfit and his demeanor.

“I will send him out,” she muttered, slight disgust in her tone.

JJ shuffed in his boots while he waited. And when the door opened again, and he saw Toppers gelled blond head, his eyes lit up.

“What do you want?” Topper demanded, his arms folded over his chest, “you got a lot of nerve comin’ here, man,”

“We need to talk. You need to tell me exactly what the hell happened to Y/n today,” JJ asserted.

“Aw look dude, I had no idea Rafe was gonna do that, man. I swear on my life,” Topper assured.

“What. Happened.” JJ persisted.

“Rafe just got on top of her and shit. She was violated for sure. But I stopped him before he did anything serious,” Topper explained.

“So...uh...you stopped him from touching her?” JJ asked, surprising Topper by how much he cared.

“Yeah man, I know she’s like your girl and stuff, Rafe was being a dick honestly,”

“This kind of thing won’t happen again,” JJ threatened, before quickly turning his back and leaving The Eight.

JJ sat on a rock near the swampy wasteland John B’s place over looked.

Kie approached him, “hey...I know things are not going well with Y/n. And I know you love her-“

“I don’t want to hear it Kiara. I just want to think,”

“About what?”

“About what I’m going to say to Y/n. I don’t even know where to start. I mean..do I apologize? And for what?”

“Oh,” Kie paused, “I think you should just be there for her. Don’t push her, just be yourself. But you know...less um protective,”

“I don’t want her to tell me what to do. I know if I go over there she’s gonna try and stop me from kicking Rafe’s ass,” JJ groans.

“Maybe she has a good reason,” Kie supported.

“Just talk to her, okay? Just be there for her. She needs you,”

“She doesn’t make it seem that way,” JJ groaned.

“It’s because she’s a lot like you. Hiding her pain. You’re the perfect person for her. She just doesn’t know it yet.”

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