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Chocolate and Cream

Eddie x Venom x Curvy!Fem!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, SMUT, inappropriate use of chocolate, Venom's tongue should be a warning on its own, oral (Fem Receiving), piv sex, creampie, protected sex (personal headcanon that Venom can make it so the baby batter don't bake ;)), Venom is a great source of birth control, a bit of fluff, food play(?), Eddie and Venom love you so much, spme anal, squirting, Eddie and Venom definitely bang too tho IMO (PSA: PLEASE DO NOT PUT CHOCOLATE ON YOUR KITTY LADIES THAT'S HOW YOU YOU GET INFECTIONS)

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A/N: Woo! My first Eddie/Venom fic! (Technically) This is based off a private fic an old friend of mine requested that I wrote years ago, adjusted more for a curvy reader, part of some of my self-indulgent fics regarding us gals on a thicker scale :)

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You took one last look in the mirror, proudly nodding your head at your handiwork. It was a pain in the ass, for sure to get done, but with the help from some people in an anonymous kink forum, they were able to help you get this surprise for your lovely boyfriends.

You see, one of your boyfriends had this "thing" for chocolate. He needed to consume an insane amount of it or he'd have to resort to... other methods of gaining a certain chemical to sustain himself...

And of course, that's how this lovely idea came to be. Edible panties were soooooo boring!

Your body covered in chocolate-based body paint however...

You had painstakingly painted cute little hearts over your body, with some artistic swirls for extra flair. You kept your apartment freezing to avoid your body heat melting it too much, or while you painted around your nipples, the rolls of your belly, and of course somewhere far more intimate...

Then came the waiting game. You didn't know when they'd be home from running their "night errands". You knew full well what that meant, and you didn't really focus too much on that fact. It helped you sleep easier at night

You should have thought this through, though. If you sat down on your couch, the chocolate would stain it. You could sit on one of your dining chairs, but the surface was far too cold for your poor bare ass to handle right now.

Shit. Well, you could always--

You jumped back with a shriek, grabbing the blanket off the back of the couch and held it out, obscuring the view of your body from the hulking dark mass that squeezed through your apartment's window.

You relaxed slightly, your breath escaping you in a sigh.

"Venom!" You scolded. "You gave me a heart attack! Why can't you and Eddie use the front door?"

The large creature grinned, revealing jagged fangs that sent shivers of excitement up your spine. Or maybe you were just cold.

"It is faster, this way." Venom replied.

He tilted his head at you, and how peculiarly you were holding the blanket, concealing yourself from him. Then... He tipped his head back, sniffing the air.

"We smell chocolate." He growled, his voice excited as he tilted his head at you. "Are you baking, sweet thing?"

You suddenly felt very small, very awkward. Like a bunny caught in the trap about to be devoured by a hungry wolf. You'd be lying if you didn't feel a little turned on.

You also felt very stupid. God, this was so silly. Why did you...

Venom began to stalk closer, having to lean down to avoid hitting his head on your low ceiling.

"What are you hiding, sweet thing?" His voice rumbled lowly.

"Uhm..." You peep, squirming backwards, awkwardly looking around for a way out of this stupid situation you got yourself into.

"What." Venom said, each word punctuated by a step. "Are. You. Hiding?"

"I'm not hiding anything!" You lie.

"Really?" He purrs, his tongue laving out to taste at the air. "Because it smells like you're hiding something delicious from us."

"I..." You take a step back further, only to bump into the wall, squealing when your bare back makes contact with the cold drywall.

And in a blink of your eyes, Venom was there, his large, opalescent eyes narrowing at you, his maw curling into a lascivious grin.

Yeah. He was definitely salivating.

"What are you hiding behind the blanket, sweet thing?" He purred once more, his massive paws gripping the plush knit quilt.

"Uh--"

"Last chance."

"It's... Uh...." You flounder for an excuse.

In the span of a few seconds, the blanket is ripped away and you squeak, your arms locking and Venom's eyes get big and his head rocks back as he looks down at you.

(Holy shit.) Eddie's voice breathed from inside his head.

Venom's grin spreads even wider as he tilts his head slowly in the other direction. "I knew you were hiding something delicious."

"I just... I wanted to, uh..."

Venom pressed his mouth to your throat, and you could feel his heavy, wet breaths as he inhaled your scent, his large hands gripping the upper parts of your arms as he held you there, against the wall, just breathing.

It felt like forever you were standing there, the feeling of him just... breathing on you was enough to get you hot and bothered.

"You smell delicious." He grumbled against your throat, opening his mouth to let his tongue slide out.

The moment it wrapped around your throat was electric. It sent a throb of arousal straight through to your core.

You let out a watery sigh, your breaths leaving you in trembled gasps as his tongue slides lower, through the chocolate on your sternum, and wrapping around your pebbled nipple, the chocolate melting and smearing under his hot breath and saliva.

"Did you do this for us, sweet thing?" Venom asked as he pulled away, looking down at you. "You wanted to surprise us? Hmm?"

"I... I got the idea online, and..." You said, somehow finding it within yourself to still be embarrassed.

"It is a tasty surprise." He said lowly, curving a taloned finger along your cheek. He leaned in and placed a small, unusually chaste kiss to your cheek.

"But you definitely taste better." He whispered into your ear.

You couldn't suppress the little noise that comes from your throat.

"Let us clean you, sweet thing."

Fuck, why did his voice have to have that bone-vibrating frequency? Why the fuck did it have to be so sexy?! Him and Eddie both! Especially Eddie's morning voice! Ugh! It wasn't fair how easy they could just render you stupid.

Venom got on his knees in front of you and brought his mouth to your chest, swiping his hefty tongue through the chocolate, a low rumbling emitting from him the whole time, sending those wonderful tremors through your very bones as he took his time cleaning you, licking up every drop of chocolate from your body, moving lower and lower...

Fuck, you'd swear Venom's purring would be a great substitute for a vibrator. Not that you ever needed one. The moment Venom could pick up on your scent and told Eddie, they were all over you. It was especially bad when you were about to start your cycle. Venom would go feral and pounce on you the moment he picked up on your hormones.

Your train of thought derailed somewhere around the thought of that one time Eddie woke you up with his hand between your legs and crashed into the station of Venom's tongue plunging through your now-soaked folds.

"We were right. You do taste better." Venom purred right into your cunt, making you gasp and cry out. "Though the chocolate compliments your taste well."

"Fuck!" You cry as he hoists your legs over his shoulders, pushing you up the wall with how forcefully he was thrusting his tongue inside of you; his massive arms caging you in and his hands groping and squeezing at your breasts as he voraciously ate you out.

You felt his tongue press against that wonderfully world-spinning spot inside your spongy walls, drawing out and drinking down more and more of your slick as he snarled into your puffy folds.

Your nails clawed at his arms, doing no damage to his odd "skin", and if anything it was encouraging him to go further.

You felt the tip of his tongue press on your cervix before rolling back around and curling, the pink muscle writhing and wriggling inside of you like it was fighting desperately to become a part of you.

You had half a thought to let Venom bond with you for a little while and do something like this with Eddie...

You practically sobbed when Venom brought one of his hands down, squeezing the plush rolls on your belly, kneading them lovingly before pressing down beneath your belly button, where he could feel his tongue bulge and roil inside of you.

The orgasm that you were starting to feel build exploded, going off before you had a chance to prep, your eyes rolled back and you arched your spine, your mouth opening in a silent cry, your body unable to find its voice as everything came crashing down onto you; his tongue eagerly lapping up each drop, every bit of your sweet cream.

The moment his tongue slid out of you, you felt empty, bereft of his contact. You whined when he pulled away, and he kissed your neck, licking the skin again.

"Don't worry, sweet thing. Eddie just wants his turn with you, now." He snarled, easing you down onto the floor, his hands caressing your legs gently as he stood.

As his head reached height with yours, his scary, alien visage peeled and melted away, revealing Eddie's gorgeous eyes, full lips, and patchy stubble.

"Hey, baby." He chuckled, giving you a kiss as he pulled you against him.

"Hey..." You said, your voice weak and shaky.

"Nice surprise, by the way." Eddie smirked at you, his hands going down to grope and squeeze at your plush ass, his thumbs tracing every dimple. "Vee loved it."

"I could tell." You smile up at him.

"So... Let's move the after party to someplace more comfortable, huh?"

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God it always surprised you. It didn't matter which one of them fucked you, but somehow they always did it in a way that made you feel like they were trying to bully their way into your guts with their cock.

You whimpered as Eddie hugged your legs against his chest, snapping his hips up into you with so much vigor that he kept rocking you up the couch cushions. Hell, one of the cushions was a few thrusts from being pushed off the couch entirely.

"Fuck you're so fucking tight." Eddie groaned, looking down at you as every soft part of your jiggled and bounced with the force of his thrusts. He loved how you looked when you were utterly fucked out. Venom did, too. Venom's favorite "hobby" that Eddie teased him for, was how he loved to grab you and squish you in his hands, and move you up and down on his cock like a sweet, soft little toy.

Of course, you enjoyed it, too.

Eddie moved your legs so they were on either side of him now as he leaned down and kissed you hard, his plush lips and tongue greedily dancing with yours, your soft hands sliding up his back, feeling the droplets of sweat roll off of him.

Eddie had hips, and he certainly knew how to use him. The way he arched his back and gyrated them, you were tempted to joke and say he should start pole dancing. Maybe you'd bring it up with him when he wasn't currently stuffing you nine different kinds of full with his fat cock.

The tickling of the short hairs at the base made contact with your clit at every thrust, sending little flames of pleasure licking up your spine.

"Eddie..." You moaned, gripping hard at his shoulders and squirming your hips against his.

He gritted his teeth and groaned, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. "Fuck, baby." Eddie hissed, "You gettin' close?"

"Mhmm--" You say, nodding with a weak mewl.

You feel him grin against your throat and he sucked on your skin, leaving a nice, dark present on your skin. He pulled away, soothing the sting with his tongue.

"Oh-kay--" He grunted, leaning back as he slowed his thrusts almost torturously slow.

The black mass that is Venom slinked around Eddie's torso, thick tendrils moving out and gripping beneath your knees, gently forcing them as comfortably close to your head as possible, your cunt fluttering gorgeously around Eddie's cock so well that you felt Venom shudder.

Eddie stopped moving for a second that felt like hours, before he leaned over, one hand on the back of the couch and the other gripping the arm of it behind your head before sending on hard, brutal thrust down.

The moment he did that, you shrieked so loud you were sure your downstairs neighbors could hear you--hell, maybe the people down in the street heard how well Eddie was fucking you (with Venom's help, of course).

The sinful sound of his cock sliding in and out of your hole, your slick-coated skin slapping against each other was deafeningly loud to your ears as he fucked you with his newfound leverage over you, hitting your g-spot at just the right angle it had your brain going almost numb from the pleasure.

When you cum, you cum hard. You soak Eddie's stomach and your thighs as your pussy clamps down on him. You got so tight that Eddie's pace stuttered and almost stopped, a gravelly whine crawling out of his throat.

"God... Fuuuuuck, baby..." He panted hard, grinding his hips down into yours, bringing his knee up and pressing one of your thighs tighter to your body.

"E-Eddie--" You mewl.

"Just--Just a bit more, baby, I promise." Eddie hissed, his eyes closing in pure bliss as he fucks the absolute heaven that is your sweet little cunt.

"God--damn!" Eddie practically squeaked.

You see Venom's head materialize over his shoulder and he grinned down at you through your glazed-over eyes.

Oh god. That was a favorite trick Venom liked to pull. Whenever Eddie was close to coming, sometimes Venom liked to force a tendril up his ass, squirming and tickling his prostate.

"Vee, you little shit--!" Eddie moaned.

"Keep fucking her, Eddie." Venom purred, his tongue sliding around Eddie's throat.

"Gonna beat your fucking--" He hiccuped, his hips stuttering and jolting into yours. "--beat your ass for this..."

"You say that every time. NOW KEEP FUCKING HER." Venom snapped, forcing the tendril deeper into Eddie's ass, this time pressing with more force on his prostate, eliciting a broken moan from him as he slapped his hips harshly into yours, your sweet cunt leaving a nice creamy ring around the base of his cock.

"Fuck, baby..." You whine, feeling tears burn in your eyes as your second orgasm starts to build.

Venom can sense it, and you were fucked the moment his head snapped to look at you.

Completely, utterly fucked.

A smaller tendril splits off from the ones still pinning your legs up, and latches onto your clit, pulling and tugging and rolling in a way that has the air knocked out of your lungs.

"Oh shhhii-iIiIII-iit..." You sob, clawing desperately at Eddie's shoulders, feeling Venom's tongue wrap around one of your wrists, eagerly lapping at your skin as if he could taste your nectar from that alone.

You and Eddie cum almost simultaneously, your orgasms slamming you like a runaway freight train.

You once again soak Eddie's stomach and crotch, your spray and cum dripping down to soak the couch cushions as Eddie's hot seed floods your soft, now-pliant walls, groaning as Venom presses inside of him, making his hips jerk until he's fucked every last drop into you.

Venom finally releases the two of you and Eddie collapsed, Eddie laying across your plush body, your rolls, and cute squishy fat being the perfect pillows for him. (Your breasts too, as he buried his face in them.)

The two of you breathe hard, your sweat mingling between your bodies as you cool off, shivers causing goosebumps to rise up and down Eddie's back as his heart slowed, the heavy echoes still pattering against yours.

"Eddie?" You breathe.

"Yeah." He grunted, voice muffled by your breasts.

"I think we're going to need to steam clean the couch."

Eddie and Venom both broke out laughing.

And here you were, worried about chocolate staining your couch. Turns out it was the cream that was the problem.

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bunnyywritings · 1 day

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lazy morning with salary man & honey bunny

NANAMI KENTO x F!READER

[a/n: day 1 of my b-day special event is here! i apologize if it’s a bit underwhelming…i feel like I’m still getting a hold of writing smut so i really hope this is okay!! i proofread like a billion times so I hope there are no spelling mistakes or whatever…also just a huge PSA for these fics, i am very much a mid/plus size woman who goes to the gym daily, when i use the term “little” it in no way refers to body type or size of anything, it’s more like a condescending/degradation thing…so yeah <3]

wc: 3.3k words

warnings: somnophilia, cuddle-fucking, thigh job, mirror sex, cow girl…y’all it’s basically porn with no plot, no use of y/n, reader’s screen name is bunny (sorry not sorry), reader is also called: sweetheart, love, good girl, honey, baby

You had woken up early to get your room set up how you wanted so you two could just jump into it and as soon as you heard the knock on your door, it made you extra giddy. He would’ve found it amusing to see you tripping yourself up just to let him in the door.

And once you did, oh boy…the sight had you shifting from leg to leg, attempting to be subtle about squeezing your thighs together.

Kento was usually a put together guy. Handsome, well coordinated suits for work. Loose trousers and a button up, no tie when he was attempting to be more casual, even an occasional t-shirt and jeans to be really casual but you’ve never seen him this dressed down. A mouthwatering pair of gray sweat shorts and a deep green pullover that had a few bleach stains and looked well worn.

He hadn’t even noticed your lack of greeting because he was too busy running his eyes up and down your body. He was used to seeing your different get ups for your account and just casually as friends. He’s seen you in costumes, in your casual clothes, lingerie, cute silky pajamas but this, this was different. You were barefaced, wearing an oversized t-shirt that had a few stains you could never get out, boxers you wore as sleep shorts, and cute bunny slippers that a fan had sent you.

“Hi sweetheart…” He muttered, finally catching the blush on your cheeks and the dazed look in your eye.

“H-Hi Ken, c-come in.” You took a deep breath as he walked past, his cologne lingering as you shut the door. “D’you want anything to drink?”

“I’m okay, thank you.” You nodded, nervously biting the inside of your cheek as you approached him, having to tilt your head back a bit to get a good look. “So did you have a script or anything for me?”

You opened your mouth to respond but you stuttered when he gripped your chin, thumb caressing just below your bottom lip. “U-hm uh script? N-No, I thought w-we’d improvise…I hope that’s okay?”

His honeyed eyes softened, shifting between yours before he dipped down and delicately pressed his lips against yours, “That’s alright with me, show me where you want me.” His voice vibrated against your plush skin, the ticklish feeling making you squirm the slightest bit.

As the cameras rolled, you and Kento were snuggled up together underneath your pink duvet, legs tangled together with one thrown over hips. He was shifting around, eyes fluttering open as he “woke up.” A sleepy groan rumbled from his chest as he started to press featherlight kisses to every patch of exposed skin he could reach.

“My sweet bunny…” He mused, sighing wistfully. Peeling back the duvet, he gently removed your leg from where it was draped and positioned your legs wide enough to fit himself in between them and then doing so, his hands planting themselves by your temples for stability but before he could continue, your eyes snapped open. A sharp pain through your scalp makes you yelp in discomfort.

“Ow! Ah, Ken! My hair!” You laughed in disbelief as his face contorted in a quick panic before realizing that he was, in fact, trapping your hair under his palm.

“Oh! Sorry, sorry…”He chuckled in matching disbelief, moving his hand so you could shift over, moving your hair out of his way. “M’sorry love.” Your lashes fluttered bashfully as he pecked your nose. “Close your eyes, you’re supposed to be asleep.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

He continued again. Kissing from your neck, down your torso and lifting your shirt. He breathed a subtle laugh at the way your muscles twitched as his breath grazed your skin before pressing a kiss just below your naval.

Your resolve was running thin. How could you possibly continue to pretend to be asleep with his teasing? Ever the observant one, he could see how your squirming became a lot more noticeable.

Cheekily placing another kiss to your sensitive skin before finally pulling off your shorts a little roughly, your cue.

“Kento?” You sleepily murmured, hand blindly reaching out and pushing his soft, blonde locks from his forehead. His heart swelled, you were so sweet. So intoxicating. So lovely. And just for today, you were his. All his.

“Good morning sweetheart…” Finally pulling your shorts off, his breath hitched when he was met with the sight of your wet folds unobscured by any pesky fabric. “So naughty, hmm?” He teased. “Going to bed with no panties.”

He pushed your legs further apart, cupping underneath your thighs to hold them steady and spreading you open with his thumbs. “So pretty.”

What had caught you off guard was him leaning forward and inhaling your scent. A startled moan leaving you when his nose met your aching clit. He just chuckled and licked a bold stripe up your slit. “Just relax for me.”

You wanted to laugh. Relax? When his lips were wrapped around your pulsing clit, sucking messily. Impossible. “Oh my-” You choked out a whine at the spine-tingling sensation, his tongue flattening as he began to move his head side to side.

As much of a put together gentleman he liked to portray, Kento was a messy eater. The wet, squelching noises were almost too much for you. Your cheeks turning an embarrassing red at the lewdness of it all.

Kento could feel how you attempted to squirm away, your quiet and desperate cries stroking his pride. Your entrance was clenching around nothing and your throbbing heat was enough for him to realize that you were quickly reaching your high. Your knees met in an attempt to snap your legs shut at the overwhelming pleasure but his broad shoulders and firm grip was enough to keep them open. “You gonna cum for me, bunny?”

“Yes! Yes Ken…p-please! I’m gonna-” You were desperately grinding against his tongue.

And before the coil could snap, he pulled himself away with a vulgar pop!

Your heart dropped in disappointment, a displeased whine leaving your throat. Once again, he spread your lips with his thumbs mesmerized by your sticky cunt. He could just imagine how easily you’d suck him in, your warm and wet walls accommodating his length but he was frustratingly patient.

He looked up at you and smiled at your clear disappointment, a prominent pout pulling your lips down. He sat up on his heels, gripping the edge of your t-shirt and pulling it off of you. “Mmm so pretty…” He whispered, almost to himself, his hands gripping your waist and running across your warm skin. Despite this having been a planned affair, you still seemed so sleepy. So soft and pliant underneath him, it made his heart race. “So soft, all for me. Hmm?”

The reverence in his voice and his touch made you extra bashful. Your stomach doing somersaults as you looked away from his burning gaze. He took a moment to admire you, your breaths became heavier with anticipation, the wonderfully red hue of your cheeks and the tips of your ears, the way your hips squirmed, desperate for him. For his touch. He cooed as a small gasp left your lips, one of his hands cupping your breast. The pad of his thumb grazing over the pert nipple. He kissed beneath your jaw and gave your nipple a teasing pinch before stepping off the bed.

You sat up slightly and watched as he peeled his sweatshirt off, mouth watering once he kicked off his shorts and boxers. His cock on full display against his lower abdomen, tip a pretty pink and leaking precum. “Lay on your side for me, bunny.” He could almost laugh at how distracted you were as his hand gripped the base of his shaft before stroking up and down a few times, thumb twisting over his sensitive head. “Come on, be a good girl for me. Lay on your side.” The slightly firmer tone he had taken was enough to shake you from your stupor. Doing what you're told and laying on your side, your eyes widened when you were met with both the camera and your full length mirror.

You watched him climb back into the bed right behind you, his body warm against your back. “Scoot back just a little bit, honey.” His breath tickled the shell of your ear as his left arm wrapped around your midsection to help you shift backwards so your skin was flush with his. His other arm snug beneath your head.

Both your eyes met through the mirror. “Hi.” He smiled gently as you shyly echoed the sentiment back, mirth filled his eyes as he skimmed his hand down your stomach and to your thigh, your muscles jumping beneath your skin. You bit your lip as you watched his fingertips tease your inner thigh, edging closer to where you wanted his touch the most before moving back to your thigh.

“Please, Kento…” You begged so prettily, he yearned to pull more from you.

“Patience, bunny. Patience.” He tutted, finally gripping your thigh and prying your legs apart. “Keep that leg up, f’me…” He muttered, reaching between the two of you and taking a hold of his throbbing cock, hissing at his own touch. You were making him so unbelievably aroused, his will was starting to wear thin.

You were starting to become impatient, your interrupted climax from before wasn’t helping the feeling of desperation. He tapped his weeping tip against your clit, the wet plap! and the weight of him was enough to make you dizzy. He let his length rest against your wet cunt as he cupped the backside of your knee to keep your leg up. “All wet just for me…” He rutted his hips against you, a groan leaving his lips as he started a steady pace, just rubbing against you. The back and forth against your clit was enough to make your jaw drop in a silent scream. “My sweet bunny, who’s pretty cunt is this? Hmm?”

“Y-Yours! Oh my god- s’all yours Ken! Feels so good…”

“Maybe I should just do this, hmm? Make you cum without even properly fucking you.” He increased his pace steadily, your bed creaking quietly with the force of his movements.

“No! No Kento, please! Please I want- ahh!” The pleasure was clouding your mind as he started to glide so smoothly against you.

“What do you want? What does my whiny baby want?”

“F-fuck! I wan…want you to fuck m-me Ken! Please, need your cock!”

He chuckled darkly against your neck, “Since you asked so nicely…cum and I’ll give you what you want. Come on, be a good girl and cum.” He dropped your leg, a choked moan leaving his throat as you instinctively squeezed your thighs shut. His breathing got heavier and heavier, breathy moans steadily leaving him, your plush thighs and the wet heat that he was rutting into was slowly making his brain melt.

“You feel so good baby, fuuuck! You’re gonna make me cum…so warm and-and wet, shit- love this pussy.” He could feel your thighs twitch, the steady pulse between your legs giving you away. “Come on, cum for me…” His command was followed by just that, whines leaving you as you started to grind against him, your release making you slide back easier.

“Give me your cum, please Ken…please, please, please-” He felt the coil snap as you started to babble incoherently, stilling with a final thrust as he shot thick, white ropes against your skin. The sticky feeling between your legs was intoxicating as you slumped against him completely, breaths heavy.

Kento’s hips twitched, causing him to rut against you involuntarily. “You want to keep going?” He muttered against your glistening skin.

He was still painfully hard and wanted nothing more than to bury himself in you but he would end the scene then and there if you threw in the towel.

You lifted your leg once more, watching strings of your mixed releases drip from your thighs through the mirror. Kento twitched against you, his cock basically jumping in excitement as you reached down and pressed his head tight against your overstimulated clit, grinding against his sweltering member.

“Put it in, honey. Take what’s yours.”

You didn’t need to be told twice as you shifted yourself a bit higher to line him up with your pulsing entrance. He was in a trance as he watched his reflection, eyebrows furrowing as he watched his length disappear, your walls snug around him. “S-So big, shit!” You cried, eyes snapping shut.

He was so thick, filling you up and stretching you so deliciously.

“M’not even all the way in, bunny.”

He wasn’t a cocky man by any means but if there was one thing he was highly prideful of, it’s definitely how well endowed he is.

You glanced at where the two of you connected to find that he wasn’t joking. He already felt like he was in your stomach…but he was only about half way sheathed. Taking full advantage of your distraction, Kento pulled out til just his tip was being clutched by your entrance before forcefully thrusting the rest of his length into you. He watched as your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, mouth falling into a cute o shape. “There we go.” He hummed, palm pressing down against your lower stomach, the sensation making your eyes roll back. “Feel that, m’right there. So deep…” He groaned, starting a slow and steady pace.

Quiet whimpers and moans left your throat as he rutted into you, eyes falling shut as you let yourself be consumed by pleasure.

Kento couldn’t help but think about how domestic this scene was turning out to be. Not that he minded one bit, but still. He took your lead and let himself be swallowed by the pleasure that was making his spine tingle.

Enjoying how wet and warm you were. The sun gently filtering into your room, the quiet creaking of your bed frame and your sweet noises were enough to want to lull him into sleep.

“F-fuck, Kento…m’so full a-and warm. You're making me sleepy…”

He breathily chuckled. “Yeah, would you like that? Want me to fuck you back to sleep, hmm? Use your pretty cunt while you dream?”

A particularly pitchy moan left you as you clenched down around him, his words making you so much more wet. Pussy squelching quietly between your thighs. “Mhmm, I’d let you do whatever you wanted to. Let you cum inside me, fill me up as many times as you want.”

“You spoil me, honey…fuck.”

He slid his palm down in between your clenched thighs and pressed his middle and ring fingers against your pulsing and puffy clit. The touch making your hips grind against his fingers, effectively fucking yourself back against his cock as well.

“I can’t…I’m cumming-hah ahh!” He felt your release as you twitched against him, his fingers rubbing gently circles into your bud to help you ride it out.

“Mmm that’s a good girl, ride my fingers…that’s it.” He hummed, pulling his hand from it’s place and bringing them to your lips. Watching the mirror through lidded eyes as you took them into your mouth and lazily suckled them. “Lift your leg, show off how messy my pussy is. All messy and wet for me.” You moaned against his fingers, doing as he said and lifting your leg. Pulling his fingers from your lips with a pop and pulling himself out of you.

He shifted you so he could pull his arm from underneath your head and moved to a kneeling position. He hooked your leg over his opposite shoulder, so it was diagonal across his chest as he lined himself back up.

You looked so ethereal, splayed out before him. Your beautiful breasts on full display, skin flushed, and a dazed look on your eyes. “Such a pretty girl.” He muttered, not missing the way you preened at his compliment. Watching the way your face screwed up in pleasure and struggling to keep his eyes from snapping shut when he pushed himself back into your sinful walls.

Now that his hand was free, you reached out, tenderly lacing your fingers in between his. Holding on as his slow, deep thrusts drove you to ecstasy. “Feel so good, honey…f-fuck. M’not gonna last long.”

“Please cum, cum inside me…” You whimpered. “Please Kento, cum with me.”

How could he say no to that?

So, with one hand still holding your leg against him and the other holding your hand, he continued to fuck into you. Steadily increasing his pace and absolutely loving watching you fall apart on him. Once you started to pulse around him and your hips started to twitch, he clenched his jaw. Holding his tongue as words that should not be said threatened to spill.

“Oh my god, I’m cumming! I-I’m-”

“Fucking hell…me too, I-” He groaned, stilling as he spilled everything he had into you. Balls tightening as he squeezed out every last drop.

You felt him shift and you panicked, squeezing his hand. “Don’t pull out…please?” He smiled softly at your earnestness, carefully placing your leg back down.

“Of course…” He did his best to keep himself buried in your core, laying back down and holding you close.

“Wanna take a nap like this…” You yawned.

“Okay then, that’s what we’ll do.” He was softening inside you, eyes falling shut as your warmth lulled him to sleep.

About twenty minutes later, Kento awoke as an intense pleasure racked his body. He blinked the sleep from his eyes and was met with the sight of your ass bouncing on his cock, leaning on his knees for support.

“Hah what a needy thing, so desperate for my cock that you couldn’t even wait for me to wake up.” His deep, sleep filled voice had your pussy wet.

“F-finally, you’re up-” You whimpered, not even halting your movements.

“Gonna make yourself cum already?” He teased, one hand kneading the flesh of your ass.

“Mhmm…so- m’so sensitive! Fucked me so ah! so good, Ken!” Your movements faltered, back arching as you came with a hoarse cry. He admired your body as you sat on his dick, shaking as you came down from your high.

He opened his mouth but was quickly cut off as you lifted yourself up and dropped back down onto him. “W-wait…fuck!” His toes curled at how sensitive he was, broken whimpers leaving him as you continued your, surprisingly, relentless pace. The noises coming from his throat was enough to push through the intense burning of your thighs.

“Hah bunny! You’re cunt’s squeezing me so- fuck- so damn tight! Feel fucking amazing, shit!” He gasped. “Cumming…m’gonna cum…ngh fuck me! Fuck!”

His broken whines and the overstimulation had you cumming one more time, Kento following right behind you, his thighs quivering as he weakly spurted the rest of his release into you.

Catching his breath, he sat up and pulled you into his chest. Gently pulling his cock out of you with a hiss.

Your entire body felt like jello.

He pulled you down onto the bed with him, pulling the duvet over the both of you and cradling your head into the crook of his neck. “Did so good f’me…” He whispered, placing messy kisses to your cheek, down your neck and to your shoulder. A smile pulling at his lips as your tired giggles vibrated against his skin.

“Thank you.” You pressed a few kisses to his collarbone.

His cheeks turned an embarrassing shade of pink. “Anything for you…”

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zero-rider · 2 years

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Jaune's debt to society

Part 1

Nora: *bursting inside RWBY's room with a sleeping Ren on her back* Guys, you won't believe what Jaune did this time!

Weiss: *leaves her scroll on her bed before looking at Nora* Please tell it's not another bad PSA about drugs and how he use them like candy

Nora: Oh, that?, well... Let's just say that the general was not happy with what Jaune did and as punishment, he made him do some community service in Mantle with the Happy Huntresses and throw out the antidepressants that made him crazy and replace them with some experimental ones with less or bad side effects

Weiss: Oh, that doesn't sound that bad

Ruby: *smiles* Yeah, it sounds very good for him. Now, if he just accepted to go to therapy, i would be more happy for him

Yang: Give it a rest, Rubes. We know he will never talk

Ruby: I know, but i can only hope

Nora: ANYWAY! He just made another commercial!

Yang: Oh come on!! He gets to do another commercial after the fiasco it was the previous one!? Everyone should love us and not Mr guy with blond spiky hair, blue eyes and depresso!

Blake: *sigh*Yang, answer me this. Have we ever helped any citicen of Atlas or Mantle after we were named hunstmen?

Yang: Well, no

Blake: Do we help kids cross the streets?

Yang: No, we leave that to Jaune

Blake: Do we let older woman ogle our ass or our bodies every time they accidentally want to give water to us and we have to dry your chest like those thristy MILF's from Mantle do to Jaune?

Yang: Older men ogle me, does it count? *blake glares at her* i guess not

Blake: Then shut the fuck up, i want to see what shit Jaune did this time!

Yang: Why are you getting angry with me? i thought i was your waifu

Blake: Go suck a dick, Yang! Now, Nora, please show us the commercial

Nora: Way ahead of you, Blakey *has her scroll connected to RWBY's tv* All i have to do is push the play button

-CUT-

Robyn: *appears in a laundry room, holding a shirt* My clothes are soft, but they're not hugably soft

Jaune appears from the window with a basket of clean clothes dressed in only a yellow colored fured short shorts and tank top with some bunny ears on his head*

Jaune: Leave it to me! *Robyn screams* Being hugably soft is my business, and it's a good business *giggles*

Robyn: *touches a shirt from Jaune's basket and later touch Jaun's tank top* They are soft, and so are you Cuddles. *Robyn starts tickling Cuddles, who giggles playfully* Very, very soft... *Robyn then kisses Jaune on his uncovered stomach and he begins to feel a bit uneasy*

Jaune: Uh... Um... *Robyn takes Jaune to a bathroom* Where are we going?

Robyn: *pants* I need your softness...

Robyn closes the door, and the sound of unzipping pants can be heard. Both Jaune and Robyn start groaning; she sound ecstatic, while the Arc seem to be more uncomfortable

Jaune: No, i dont want this-Well, maybe yes!

Robyn: So soft...

Jaune: I mean no, no!

Robyn: Don't fight it... *Groans continue and some time later, the door is open. Robyn's clothes are slightly messed up* You might wanna... clean yourself up

Jaune stumbles out of the room, visibly shaken with his tank top ripped apart like it was a vest and his fur shorts has a weird wet stain that travel all his groin. Robyn stuffs Jaune into a big washing machine, and pulls him out later. He seems slightly more worn-out

Robyn: Good as new!

Jaune: Yeah... G-good as new... *Robyn cradles Jaune in her arms and Jaune is twitching, obviously traumatized*

Robyn: My, you're just so... huggably soft...

Jaune: No, no, not really that soft!

Robyn enters with Jaune to the bathroom again. Groans start again

Jaune: Stop! This isn't right! *groans*

Announcer: Cuddles Brand Fabric Softener. When your clothes have to be huggably, rapably fresh

Jaune: I... My pelvis hurts!

Robyn: Shut it!

Announcer: Buy it now at you closest mall for only 30 Lien!

VOTE ROBYN HILL FOR THE COUNCIL, TOGETHER WE'LL MAKE MANTLE BETTER

-CUT-

Nora: Well? what do you think? I think he was awesome

Yang: *with the image of his abs on her mind* Hot damn! you could cut diamonds in that washboard

Weiss: This is nasty! How dare they do this kind of publicity when it's familly time!?

Ruby: *still looking at the paused screen* Weiss? I... think i want to have that softener for my clothes

Blake: *with a line of blood coming out of her nose* Don't worry Ruby, i got you covered *show's her scroll with a buy of ten boxes of Cuddles brand softener at the name of Weiss with the permission to use a credit card of someone with the initials J.S*

Meanwhile at the Schnee mansion

Winter: *speaking with someone on her scroll* Yes, the Atlas army want at least one hundred boxes of that Cuddles softener… cash or card? *holds a photo of a Schnee orichalcum credit card with the initials J.S* It will be with my dad's credit card smirks

Meanwhile at the schnee mansion... again

Willow: *also speaking with someone on her scroll* Hello? i would like to order one thousand boxes of Cuddles brand softener for the Schnee mansion... *looks at a Schnee orichalcum credit card with the initials J.S* It will be with my husband's card, of course *smirks*

Uhhh...

Jacques: Why the fuck am i being charged with one thousand one hundred and ten boxes of that dumb softeners?!

#rwby #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #nora valkyrie #lie ren #jaune arc #winter schnee #willow schnee #jacques schnee #source: robot chicken

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gaykamenriderdreams · 1 year

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Kamen Rider (1971) episode 47,,,, the emotional damage I sustained is immeasurable

hey what's that rabbit doing ther-

OH NO. OH GOD

PUT HIM DOWN THAT IS NOT HOW TO PROPERLY HOLD A RABBIT

[Short PSA]: Rabbit spines are very graham cracker glowstick please lay them gently across one arm when you hold them so their backs are supported. If you let them brace their feet against your arm and body they will assist you with proper positioning (sometimes that proper positioning is Just Put Them Down They Don't Want To Be Held Right Now). Don't dangle them like this- it's dangerous and stresses them out. Don't Be Like Shocker.

Alright now that that's outta the way, back to the episode

This show just can't stop comparing Hayato to a bunny I tell you what

IF HE'S COLD YOU'RE COLD STOP IT

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

#kamen rider (1971)#Why do they keep drawing direct comparisons between Hayato and bunnies #Like once is just a fun reference but two points make a line I'm going nuts

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0tivez · 2 years

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OKAY BUT IM IN LOVE W UR WRITING its chef kisses muah🤌🏻🤌🏻 Anyways can lve gojo taking care of his drunk gf <3

gojo taking care of drunk reader

note: thank you!! you hit a personal spot here. psa: drink responsibly. i assume my followers have some experience with drinking cause we're all +18 right :D

warnings: throwing up, alcohol usage, mentions of sex (no dub/non-con), female reader, fluff

characters: gojo

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⁜ warned you to drink slowly but it was too late

⁜ you ordered coctails after coctails. gojo had lost count

⁜ "i'll be finee! i'm not a lightweight like you"

⁜ gojo got so offended by your lightweight comment that he didn't even bother stopping you

⁜ so you ordered one coctail after another, and another, and another

⁜ you were all flushed and cheery, mumbling about something dumb

⁜ gojo found you so cute. you were just saying anything that crossed your head, mostly complimenting gojo and talking about how much you loved him

⁜ he had noticed you were starting to talk slower and would loose your train of thought

⁜ he paid the bill and grabbed you before you made a mess at the restaurant you two were in

⁜ you could barely walk, i'm pretty sure someone would stop you on your way to the parking lot to make sure you were alright since you were piss drunk and gojo was completely sober

⁜ "she's my girlfriend."

⁜ "are you, sweetheart? do you need help?" the young group of girls asked you

⁜ "hm? 'toru, who are they? are you-- cheating on me?"

⁜ the girls sighed in relief and patted gojo on his shoulder and told him good luck

⁜ i am very biased with this fic cause taking care of a drunk person is terrifying and became my phobia :D anyways gojo is a strong boi he can handle us <3

⁜ he drove you two home. you had completely lost it by that time

⁜ insisting on not going out of the car, wiggling to escape satoru's hold

⁜ he grabs you and puts you on his back piggyback style and carries you to your bedroom

⁜ "lemme go! 'm gonna sleep."

⁜ "okay, bunny, we have to get you ready to bed first. are you feeling sick?"

⁜ "fuck off, don't baby me! can handle... myself..."

⁜ if this was fleabag or the office, gojo would look at the camera like this: :D

⁜ "let's.... let's have sex... 'toru...."

⁜ you mumble and reach out for his belt

⁜ when i tell you this man would NEVER make a move on you drunk, i mean it

⁜ he couldn't even if he tried to tbh, he would feel so sick

⁜ "later, bunny" and gently takes your hands off his pants

⁜ he makes you get in your pajamas and you would resist on having sex lol horny bitch (can't blame you)

⁜ you would swear a lot lol gojo would try to be patient and understanding tho

(vomiting under the cut)

⁜ "'toru... 'm gonna puke..."

⁜ he grabs you and takes you to the bathroom so fast that you think he teleported

⁜ holds your hair and rubs your back

⁜ after the first round, you feel a little more sober. he flushes the toilet and sits on the bathroom tiles with you.

⁜ "feeling better?"

⁜ you nod before going in for another round

⁜ you two spend some time in the toilet. after sobering up a bit, gojo helps you brush your teeth and carries you back to your bed

⁜ you snuggle under your blankets, laying on your side and watch gojo bring water and a bucket

⁜ sits by your side and helps you drink the cold glass of water

⁜ he's so gentle with you, face filled with sympathy

⁜ he strokes your head with one hand and your back with the other

⁜ you quickly get under the blankets, cold and shivering

⁜ you are sober at this point, just feeling very sick

⁜ "'m sorry..."

⁜ "don't be, bunny. it was a fun night"

⁜ "for you."

⁜ he laughs and leaves a hot kiss on your temple.

⁜ "sleep with me?"

⁜ "i don't usually sleep with drunk girls, y'know? even if they beg me for a whole night."

⁜ you leave a shaky chuckle. "asshole."

⁜ "but you're cute, so i'll make an exception."

⁜ he takes his clothes off, not bothering to find pajamas or sweatpants and gets under the blankets in his underwear.

⁜ you try to turn to face him but he stops you and hugs you behind your back so that you can face the bucket he brought for you, just in case

⁜ he holds your head close to his warm chest and tightly hugs you. his legs are all tangled with yours and his whole body gives you such a heat that if you closed your eyes you could believe you were sleeping by a fireplace

⁜ your head is buzzing, head turning when you close your eyes. gojo leaves gentle kisses on your face and behind your ear, which somehow helps a lot with the buzzing

⁜ "'toru?"

⁜ "hm?" he leaves a hot breath on your cheek and looks at your lips with his big, bright, blue eyes

⁜ "thank you" you force yourself to look at his eyes too, but the movement is too hard for you. instead, gojo leans over a little more and connects your eyes with his before gently turning your face by your chin and giving you a soft kiss

⁜ "my pleasure" he smiles to your lips and places your head back to its old position as if you were a precious gem

⁜ gojo plants his chin on top of your head, caging you with his body

⁜ his weight comforts you, making your battle with your sleepiness harder

⁜ the last thing you hear before succumbing to your eyelids was gojo telling you to nudge him if you feel sick again. you nod and fall into a deep slumber

⁜ gojo watches you for some time, cherishing how fragile you look. eyelids relaxed, brows tense and furrowed with red cheeks and plump lips

⁜ "g'night, bunny. love you." he whispers before planting a final kiss on your head. he falls asleep stroking your hair

⁜ he would remind you about that night and everything you had told him and embarrass you lol

⁜ "remember this thing you did--"

⁜ "shut the fuck up satoru"

thank you guys for reading! gonna go out with my friends tonight and not come home with gojo :( life sucks and alcohol here is shit expensive so i guess z bleach drinking era is here!

#sweet #hcs #gojo #jujutsu kaisen headcanon #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #jujutsu gojo #gojo fluff #gojo satoru fluff #gojo x y/n #gojo hcs #gojo satoru headcanons #gojo satoru x reader #jjk hcs #jjk gojo #jjk imagine #jjk headcanons #jjk imagines

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angelictrl · 3 years

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SDR2 SELF INSERT - CHAPTER 1.

i swear i'll finish requests and matchups after i get rid of this brainrot swarming the back of my mind ... hope you guys enjoy reading this and anticipate my other chapters. please let me know if this was good ! <3 i'm nervous ...

psa ;; lowercase + spaces intended ,, second person pov. this isn't completely accurate because i'm currently on chapter three and this story is going to be nagito x reader centered - but you won't have to really worry about that in this chapter !

how did it end up like this ... ? one minute you were a freshman entering hope's peak academy, excited to finally go to the school of your dreams and harness the potential of your talent, but the next minute you wake up on an island with a talking stuffed bunny, sixteen strangers, and no recollection of how you got there to begin with.

not only that, but there was a bear now, too ? it claimed to be the headmaster of this school field trip and now ... oh, yeah ... killings were to take place ... wait - huh ? killings - what the hell ... ?!

"hold on, you guys ! i think they're coming back to us !" you heard a rough yet feminine voice that could've only belonged to the ultimate gymnast, followed by that of the ultimate musician's.

"yoo-hoo ! y/n, are you in there ? earth to y/n, earth to y/n !" the girl with multicolored hair practically shouted, frantically waving her hands in front of your face before gasping in shock and dramatically falling backwards so that the ultimate nurse, the one you recalled to have choppy purple hair and several bandages, could catch her. the poor uncoordinated girl did so with a surprised squeak, nearly falling backwards herself. "oh no ! are you guys sure that aliens haven't taken over their brain ?!"

"jeez, you guys are seriously so insensitive ... ! i sincerely doubt that that happened, ibuki, just give them some time to process all of this," a certain redhead butted in to scold the other, fidgeting with the camera in her hands afterwards.

"h-huh ? aliens ? what are you talking about ?" you shook your head in disbelief as you zoned back in and spoke, realizing you had spaced out trying to rid yourself of the denial you were going through at the moment.

so this was really reality, huh ?

it took you a day and a short amount of rest you were supposed to call 'sleep' to finally face the gravity of the situation you were in.

"nevermind those statements. we were all just talking about having a party at the old building tonight. i expect to see you all there," byakuya butt in, glancing down at your sitting figure with his arms crossed while you still had your elbow propped up on a table and chin in one hand.

"ah, alright, i see ... but isn't it pretty dusty in there ? and i thought it was also still under construction ..." you asked the blonde in front of you, watching the ultimate affluent progeny shake his head with a disappointed sigh escaping him.

"do you even listen or care about your surroundings ? that's why we're holding a drawing to see who's going to get cleaning duty. you're the last one to draw, so hurry up and quit acting like an incompetent fool already," byakuya demanded, watching you tousle your own hair as you stood up with an annoyed huff at his bossy tone, going over to the guy with the cloud-like, wispy hair and pulling a chopstick from his hands.

no red mark.

well, guess it seems that you're not on cleaning duty. but it seems like the lean, tall guy in the green jacket that had been holding the drawing in the first place had been the one to get it instead. how unlucky.

"is that - is that really fair ... ? i feel bad that you have to clean most of the building all by yourself, nagito. i really don't mind helping out, y'know," you offered, already feeling guilty of leaving the sickly looking male alone to clean the place.

a shimmer of what seemed like hope sparked in his greyish-green eyes but that disappeared just as quickly as it came, making you squint and furrow your brows in confusion with pursed lips as the said man gave you a sheepish smile.

"ah - don't worry about me, i'll be fine ! besides, if it's cleaning, that's one thing that i'm pretty good at," he reassured you, waving his hands before him with a bashful look on his face. he looked, dare you say, flustered at your suggestion.

"are you sure ? i mean, i could just pop in my headphones and it'd be completely fine with m-"

"i'm fine ! really - i insist ... thank you, though," nagito cut you off unintentionally yet abruptly, making you raise an eyebrow but finish talking about the subject. the only thing you murmured in response was a small 'alright, if you say so ...' before going back to finishing up your breakfast. what a funky little dude.

on the other hand, teruteru may be out of line and a bit pervy sometimes, but his food wasn't something he was just gloating about for no reason whatsoever. he really did make good dishes no matter the occasion.

10:00pm. that's what monokuma had said on the announcements. "get a good night's sleep my ass ... i've got a party to get to," you said aloud to no one in particular, standing up from your bed to stretch before beginning to leave your cottage and heading over to the old building. you weren't scared of defying byakuya's orders, but the surveillance cameras set up in your room more than kind of freaked you out. at least at the party, you'd be having somewhat more fun while being watched instead of being paranoid of glancing back at whoever's behind the cameras while you tried to enjoy your short lived solitude.

hajime was just a little bit ahead of you getting pat down by byakuya, making you purse your lips in a thin line as you waited your turn. oh well, at least byakuya was being strictly professional about the pat down. but you couldn't ignore the fact that he seemed even more stressed than usual. something was definitely off.

it didn't take long for you to follow after the brunette, however, curiosity got the best of you as you wanted to search the building. i mean, hey, better safe than sorry, right ? it's best to keep track of your surroundings - you learned that from earlier. plus, what the hell was there to even renovate in here ? monomi should've already had everything set up before you guys had arrived, right ?

it didn't take long before you explored the office and greeted peko passing by you with one of byakuya's cases and a plate of food, soon visiting teruteru in the kitchen and quickly leaving due to his talk about his posioned loins (which, for the record, you even stated bluntly "dude, nobody asked ..." yet he still kept going).

yeah, so, let's avoid the kitchen for now. the last room was ... a storage room ? i mean, it couldn't hurt to check out, right ?

the first thing that caught your attention were the three irons sitting on an ironing board. why were there three ? what are irons even doing in here, anyways ? and - wait, are they turned on ?

as soon as you had begin going over to check if they were really plugged in like you had suspected, byakuya had stormed over and found you, grabbing your shoulder.

"what the hell are you doing ? get going to the dining room, everyone's waiting on you," the taller man stated, making you open and close your mouth like a fish out of water as you tried to defend yourself, but to no use. maybe some things were just better left untouched ?

you followed byakuya into the dining room like a kicked puppy, going over to stand next to sonia and kazuichi who seemed to be pretty happy and lively. hopefully, their joyous moods would rub off on you and you wouldn't end up being a killjoy.

as you glanced at all the party dishes teruteru put together in awe, mahiru began taking pictures, the click startling you a bit before you averted your gaze and smiled at her. the freckled redhead smiled back before taking another picture, you making a funny face at the camera in hopes to get her to laugh before another click was heard. neither of you had time to talk or giggle as instead this click was connected to the air conditioning system.

and now it was pitch black.

"uwah ! it's a b-blackout !" mahiru cried out in fear, a few others' voices ringing across the room as panic began to settle into the atmosphere. oh god, what the hell was going on ? you stumbled back from your spot instinctively, feeling yourself get shoved by someone before toppling over onto the floor. a hiss of pain left you after a sharp gasp as you planted face first into the wooden floorboards, trying to regain your footing or at least get up from laying on the floor helplessly. that's the last thing you need nor want anyone to see.

"g-guys, let's just try to keep our cool, yeah ? panicking wont help our s-situation ..." you managed to get out as you got yourself to your knees albeit wobbly and clumsily, finding a table leg to help lean against as you waited for the power to turn back on. could those irons you found earlier be related to the power outage ?

soon enough, the lights turned back on as if to rip you away from your thoughts, making you blink fiercely as your vision tried to adjust to the sudden illumination in the room. everyone stared in your direction and you blinked in confusion right back at them, soon enough realizing you were clinging onto a table leg desperately and probably had blood on your face from colliding so hard with the floor. you quickly let go, stumbling a bit as you tried to stand up and cover your face with a hand, but doing so stiffly as you coughed awkwardly. you felt a bit pathetic for looking so helpless in this situation. but it turns out that everyone wasn't staring at you, they were staring behind you - at mikan ... and her ... quite compromising position.

"w-what the hell ?! mikan, how did you even - ?"

"i-i'm sorry, i tripped again ! ohh ... please forgive me !"

"i- wh- nevermind, it's not like you can control how you fall - i-i think ... w-whatever ! just let me help you up already ... !" you grumbled out as you began moving the food off of her, the others trying to remain courteous and instead searching for byakuya. oh, yeah, where did that rich guy go ? you swore you felt someone shove you and the floorboards rumble from his direction towards yours ... had he ran past you to search for a way to turn the lights on ? but there's no way anyone could even see where anything was in that darkness, so that could've been anyone ...

gah, this whole party was a disaster. maybe you really should have taken that chance to have a staring contest with whoever was behind the surveillance camera screens.

it wasn't long before everyone gathered together again while mikan offered to treat your minimal wounds with the supplies she had on her at the moment, the others having no luck of finding byakuya. alright, now things were starting to get freaky ...

things really began to take a turn for the worse though when akane spoke up about smelling blood. now that atmosphere of tension and panic from earlier was back.

you watched as hajime hesitantly stalked towards the table in the far right with a lamp on top of it, sweat beading down his forehead. you couldn't blame him. this whole situation was pretty damn nerve wracking for everyone, including yourself, involved. in fact, it would probably ease him if you also came over to let him know he wasn't alone - maybe. or you would just scare him, but it was better than nothing.

you made your way over to him after thanking mikan for sterilizing and bandaging up one of your cheeks and nose after scraping your face pretty hard against a loose nail in that floorboard. what terrible luck. either that, or you were just as much of a klutz as mikan was. maybe both.

anyhow, you could barely feel the pain with adrenaline coursing through you at the moment as you two peered from under the table, the sight underneath it making you shriek and cover your mouth. you couldn't tear your eyes away from your "leader's" lifeless body.

byakuya was now dead. only sixteen students remained.

danganronpa masterlist.

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spyoikawa · 3 years

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Here we go again-

So PSA, as we go on, I will try to do every character in class 1A, but thats easier said than done, so please forgive me if some characters are not very canon or does not seem like that. I am basing this off of physical appearance (I know its wrong to judge by appearance sorry) and what I remember of them

Please correct me if I get someone horribly wrong!

How Class 1A Cuddles Pt.2

Mashirao Ojiro

A bit shy ngl

But he likes it when you cling onto his tail or play with it!

*cough*cough*denki*cough*

He also likes to hug you when you sit next to him, like your face is in his chest, with one of his arms across your shoulders and the other in your lap

Likes to twiddle with your fingers too!

Denki Kaminari

C U D D L E S

This man cuddles everyone the second they are considered friends with him

Yes he's attempted to cuddle Bakugou

He just likes to tangle his body with yours as much as possible

Whether it's crossing legs, clinging onto eachothers like koalas, or getting to the point of having people try to guess who's limb is who's, he just likes you close

Kirishima Ejirou

At first he's cautious

Is cuddling something really manly to do? He doesn't see manly men cuddling a lot...

But in the long run he decides its manlier to cuddle with people than be scared of it

He likes looser touches of affection more

Holding pinkies, rubbing his hands up and down your back or lightly scratching your scalp

Its more of comforting than cuddling

Koji Koda

I don't know anything about him sorry

Koda isn't really into cuddles

Hes really shy, but still enjoys the mere presence of his friends

Just sitting next to you, playing with his bunny is enough

But he will still give a greeting hello and goodbye hug!

Its not too loose or too tight

Its an envelope of his arms around you

Rikido Sato

I'm sorry I don't know him either, I apologize if I commit slander

Ok right off the bat I noticed he has big hands-

Get your mind out of the gutters

They're actually pretty nice though, calloused so they have a gritty texture, but not painful when they rub against you

Like they're the perfect texture

And he's pretty perceptive, so he knows you enjoy them

He'll rub your back or thighs, pat your head or just let you mess around with his fingers

I hope I didn't butcher that too much-

Parts 3 and 4 will be the rest of class 1a, maybe a part 5 with pro heroes and students out of 1a. If you have requests lemme know! These will probably be done tomorrow, but no promises since im on vacation right now!

I will also be doing a haikyuu version of this in the foreseeable future!

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mythiccheroacademia · 4 years

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Hey I love you hc so far I was wondering if you could do one if s/n was about to get in a fight with this girl but Aizawa canceled there quirks but that didn’t stop s/n from putting her hand on her and beating her ass. How would Bakugou,Todoroki,Izuku, and Shinsou react to that

that’s so sweet of you, honey bunny! thank you sm for this ask! ive been itching to write something spicy lmao. i hope you like this!

A/N: i hope you don’t mind, but this s/n will be female-identifying just because if they’re going to get physical (and it’s not for hero training), i’d rather it be between two girls. i personally am not comfortable with the idea of a man putting his hands on a woman over something that’s not life or death.

Warnings: lots of cursing and a few punches

PSA: I don’t condone violence! Especially between women. I think us girls need to stick together. However, if someone is coming at you disrespectfully, they need to get checked and that's on period. Just try to use your words rather than your hands hehe

Before I forget, Happy 2020 everyone 💜

Bakugo Katsuki:

y’all know this man is the king of using his fist first and words later

you’re pretty sweet and laid-back and you mind your own business

anyways, there was this girl didn’t like you for some reason

all she did was gossip and talk shit about you

bakugo told you he’d help you jump her but you were trying to the bigger person and told him you’d talk it out

you and the girl met during lunchtime, you took Mina to help mediate

you politely confronted her

she denied it and called you crazy

you pulled out the receipts

her “friends” sent you all the screenshots

“why are you so obsessed with me?” you ask

“who would be obsessed with an ugly bitch like you?”

“sis, who you callin’ a bitch?”

now Mina wants you to throw hands

like why is she calling YOU a bitch when she’s the one that’s talking shit and you don’t even know her???

things start to escalate and you both are screaming at one another and attracting the attention of your friends

she uses her quirk on you and everyone gasps

like, what the hell?

Aizawa immediately uses his scarf and cancels your quirks and orders both of you to the office

but you’re seeing red at this point

“you’re lucky i’m being held back bc i’m not afraid to pull up on a bitch, and that’s on period”

“shut the fuck up you dirty looking rat”

you don’t know if Aizawa loosened his wrappings or not, but you were able to get free and you went in

Mina and Bakugo cheer

the other girl got suspended

you got two days under house arrest, but you thought it was worth it

bakugo was proud and wouldn’t stop bragging about it

“tch. of course my girl beat her ass. she can check that, dumb bit--”

you hit his head, “boys aren’t allowed to call girls bitches, idiot. but thank you baby”

Todoroki Shoto:

you dated some guy from another school who cheated on you with some girl

you were pretty torn up about it

you broke up with him without a second thought and found someone much better :)

you didn’t know the girl or care about her, so you just forgot about her*ladies, remember to check your bf first before the other woman. she’s not in a relationship with you, he is*

but for some reason, she wanted to torment you

you two went to U.A. but were in different classes

you didn’t see her much, but when you did, she’d make sly comments

it got on your nerves, but you just let it go

shoto told you she wasn’t worth the energy

but then she saw you and todoroki at your locker and said,

“probably won’t be long until I fuck her boyfriend again,” she giggled to her friends

you slammed the locker shut, that was the last straw

“if you have something to say, say it to my face”

“i think you heard what i said, bitch”

“what’s your problem with me?”

“you think you’re all that bc you date the hottest guys in school, but they only want you bc you’re a skank”

shoto looks the girl dead in the eye and says, “then what does that make you?”

the girl gets so angry

but at you???, and uses her quirk on you

shoto pulls you out of the way

aizawa comes out of nowhere and cancels all three of your quirks

it’s meant to calm you down, but the girl is trying to go at you

“you’re nothing more than a $5 prostitute and once everyone passes you around like the whore you are, i hope you get an STD and die”

yeah, all bets were off after that

even aizawa was like 😧

shoto put your hair up for you

“fuck her up y/n”

quirk or no quirk, you beat that ass

Midoriya Izuku

*y’all are in your second-year*

izuku is weak for strong-willed women

literally went 😍🤤 when you told him he should ask you out

you spend a lot of time with each other and he knows about the situation with your (equally as strong-willed) ex-best friend

your ex-friend started to spread disgusting rumors about your little sister (who also goes to U.A as a first-year) just because it got out that her crush liked your sister

izuku, trying to be your hero™, thought y’all should talk it out so he brought both of you to the lunch table

bless his heart but this boi don’t know

you both sat in silence before you glared at your boyfriend

“why am i in front of this girl?”

izuku: 😯

“don’t address me like i’m some child” she says

“then stop talking about my sister like some little ass girl, bitch”

“shut the fuck up, bitch! ain’t nobody care about your ugly ass sister!”

“yo izuku, why the fuck did you place me in front of this low down dirty bitch”

izuku again: 😮

he immensely regretted this

izuku tries to calm you two down, but things just get worse

suddenly there are mentions of area codes and he didn't quite understand how they correlated to how well people fight, but he didn't have enough time to think about it

he’s trying to hold you back now

someone called aizawa over because you two started using your quirks

your sister is begging you to chill out but you’re too furious to listen

aizawa cancels your quirks before things go too far

izuku got so scared because he knows the punishment for fighting and he would hate it if you got expelled because of his dumb idea at peacekeeping

“y/n, please calm down! it’s not worth it”

even with your quirks gone, you two are rolling around the ground, punching, scratching, and screaming awful things at each other

yells at bakugo for cheering you on

Hitoshi Shinsou:

you know this man is shady af

you two make snarky comments to each other all the time

he loves the way you hold your head up high

he just loves your confidence, it was one of the things that made you so attractive to him

so it hurts him when you started being insecure and timid

he asks you what was going on, but you just say you’re tired

but after a while, you breakdown to him about some girl that’s been bullying you

he knows how it feels to be demonized, so he comforts you, and offers ways to defend yourself against the bullying

very mature™️, very adult™️

it seems to work for a little bit, but then it gets worse

her words start getting to you and, instead of being sad, you start getting angry

but its that really calm type of angry

shinsou defends you a lot, but one day you tell him it’s okay

then you tell the girl, “next time i see you, it’s on sight baby girl”

it was in a sickly sweet tone that sent shivers down everyone’s spine

on the lowest of keys, it turned shinso on

he’s like: 🥰😏

you and your bully were then paired up for combat training

you two fight each other and you’re going at her with everything you’ve got

shinsou is at the side, cheering you on

he thinks you look hot when you’re angry

also, he’s so ready to see you destroy that girl

for educational purposes

it’s obvious that you two are fighting with ill-intentions and aizawa is forced to cancel your quirks

she doesn’t stop running her mouth though

“you deserved to be picked on”

“oh word?”

“did i stutter?

there was a moment of intense silence as you stared at her

then shinsou yells, “snatch that hoe, y/n!”

and you did just that

you don’t know what happened to her

but you got detention, but your boyfriend gets it too for instigating

so both of you just eat sweets and gossip to each other

#mha #bnha #bnha scenarios #bnha headcanons #bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #midoryia x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #todoroki x reader #mha x black reader #bnha x black reader #bnha x poc!reader #bnha ask #mha ask

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gods-oopsie-woopsie · 3 years

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Hey PSA, I foster and have owned rabbits and have seen a lot of posts with bunny's on their backs

DO NOT DO THIS UNLESS NECESSARY

When you flip a rabbit on it's back its biological response is to "play dead" hence why they are still and seem normal when you do this. However it puts them under a tremendous amount of stress and can even be fatal.

Some examples of rabbit trancing

These rabbits are not okay! They are expecting to be attacked by a predator.

Rabbits should only be tranced in emergencies and medical problems like cutting nails, even then it should only be used as a last resort

Here are some resources and if you have any questions you can ask!

After all that gloom here is a picture of my very happy current foster bun, meet snoopy!

#rabbits #psa #bunnies #please dont do this

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mydearesthrry · 3 years

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places we won’t walk (chapter one) || peter parker

summary - the doors at midtown seem a little boring, but when you get introduced to someone you seem to remember, what happens when they seem to remember you too?

word count - 2.9k (wow shes gettin better!)

pairings - peter parker x fem!reader

warnings - like mild mention of s*xual assault, angst if you squint really hard, mj being a softy for you, mj being a lowkey bi, peter being stupid as always, y/n calling peter a colonizer.... thats it ok enjoy

a/n: so i know i last updated in october, but as u all saw i have a 25 days of xnas thing going on (PLS I WROTE THE A/N LIKE A MONTH AGO PLUS I FORGOT ABOUT THE XMAS THING DISREGARD) so pwww updates will be slow (as if they werent already omg) but the next chapter will be arriving hopefully, fingers crossed, on xmas eve or xmas! also, are you guys watching the new euphoria episode? also, i’ve stopped using the word ‘stuttering’, as it may be ableist, and i’d never wanna come off as insensitive. anyway lmao, enjoy chapter one, the trials and tribulations of hitting someone in the nuts.

also side note psa: biggest thank you to @blossomparkers for helping me so much w this chapter. i owe it all tooooo u lani yani. thank u for everything !!!!!

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when y/n y/m/n stark was in her early years, she was never aware of the impact her father would and did hold over her life, and in turn, the whole world. for the longest time, you’d always assumed that your father wasn’t real, and everything that had been told to you by malicious family members who were jealous over your father’s “successes” had been lies, and you had it believed yourself. no one would even think that you were tony stark’s daughter until it had been mentioned. tony’s snarky attitude had been a character trait that you’d gotten, and you always took pride in your humor and attitude.

the story of your mother and tony had been messy and all over the place. from a drunken hook-up followed by multiple days of morning sickness, to a surprise pregnancy test, the storyline of your parents had been.. well.. interesting to say the least. you never focused on your family’s history, solely based on the fact that you didn’t have two fucks to give about your family history, but you also never knew your father which was-- bizarre.

when tony had found out about you, he claimed it was a drunken accident, a mistake, and one he made when he was “less responsibly a stark”, which was actually just some fucking bullshit, but he didn’t wanna admit that he hooked up with some random chick at a bar that he thought was hot.

since you had been raised by a mother who was barely there, you had to raise yourself. you were kinda street smart and book smart, and you were always smart when it came to books, because you were the type to want to learn-- unlike others.

when you were in your teen years, you had tabs on you and the media on you 24/7 to make sure you didn’t royally fuck up. the unwanted attention became too much when you started realizing that people didn’t want you for your personality, they wanted you for your title. but this was after you moved from brooklyn. nuvale and peter never saw you as some “movie star”, or some famous person in the media because you weren’t. but when you had grown to learn what your father did, he had forced you to not fuck up to maintain his-- somewhat okay reputation.

you always wanted that superstar life, as a fantasy of course, but when you got to it, you realized the cliche-y-ness of it all. you’d idolized the famous women in the media-- idolized how they looked like. you realized fairly quick how fucked up the media truly is. you realized how things really aren’t as they seem. its not just the galas that look extravagant, or getting to wear a fancy new gucci outfit every night. it honestly was a whole bunch of other shit you wouldn’t even imagine. it comes with the no privacy thing- people stalking you in public, the death threats, so much shit that wouldn’t happen as common if you were just anonymous.

being an avenger (basically), your dad had natasha teach you the ropes; the basic rules of how to kick someones ass. it was a handbook that the women of the avengers had created, and it had all the rules and regulations of how to spar someone on the team, and basically how to righteously beat someone's ass up. it was never really something you found too important, but as you grew older, you realized that it was very important to know, especially since you were a girl.

despite your harsh remarks and snarky attitude, your father always knew how to hit a sensitive point in you that always managed to break you down. you never quite understood why he would want to make you feel worse about yourself than you already felt, but regardless, you always felt underappreciated by him. being a stark, you were expected to be a genius, get over the top grades, and constantly be able to keep up, but with your luck, you were graced with depression, social anxiety, and a 4.0 gpa. fun, right?

wrong.

when you were 11, you had made friends with the kids in your apartment halls, and you learned that their names were nuvale jones and peter parker, and you were basically the golden trio. you were hermione, peter was ron, and nuvale was harry. which, now that you look back at it, makes much more sense than any other arrangement. you also had another friend, harry osborn, but once he moved away, there was no way for you to talk to him anymore. he had moved across the country to california, and from then, it was just you, peter, and nuvale. your best friends ha been there for you for what seemed like decades, although you only knew them for about three.

peter was the boy with the rosy cheeks who little 12 year old you would get butterflies in her tummy. or the type of boy to bring you an extra snack if you weren’t able to pack it the night before. he was the type of boy to walk you to the nurses office if you got hit with a dodgeball. he was the type of boy to fall for someone like you. but he didn’t. or so you thought.

little prebubescent y/n was an awkward girl who thought the world would be on her side when she needed it the most, or that whenever you needed peter or nuva, they would be there. you didn��t think your best friend would stop talking to you after you had moved away. you were too naive to know that peter liked you, and you were too naive to know that he had liked you back, but you wanted to believe what your brain would tell you, so you decided to flush your feelings down the drain and forget about them, which, in hindsight, was a pretty shitty idea. who would’ve known?

your alarm clock blared loudly from beside you, causing you to let out a loud groan in protest. you hit the side of your head angrily, then whining and rubbing the spot which you hit. whines and loud sighs fell from your lips as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and pulled the covers over your head, knowing what would come next after you would try to snooze your alarm.

“good morning, miss stark, how could i be of service to you this morning?” friday’s voice echoed through your large bedroom. you peaked your eyes and forehead from beneath the covers, your eyes slowly starting to adjust to the light that was pulled through the big blinds which were now open.

“mmm, fri, just tell happy to get the car ready, ill be ready in a few min- nevermind, tell him to get ready in thirty, im probably gonna fall asleep in the shower.” you croaked, taking your phone from the charger which was on your nightstand. you slipped on your bunny slippers and turned on the heater in your room, the draft filling your room with cold air throughout the night.

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once you walked through the large industrial doors of midtown’s cafeteria, everyones voices started to drop into sharp hushed whispers, making you roll your eyes and pull your hood up over your face. you pulled your airpods from your pockets into your ears and tried your best to avoid any and all eye contact with anyone you did end up coming into contact with. you walked over to the food bar where you grabbed a red school tray and plastered on your best smile to the lunch ladies who work oh so hard to make sure you all were fed. as you walked through the line, you could feel the intensified stares on you, making your back erupt in chills. you didn’t like to be watched, and the fact that you were a so-called celebrity didn’t help your cause in any way.

“hey.” a low voice called from behind you. it was a girl with curly hair with gorgeous light brown skin, and a jawline that would cut you. you were almost astonished by her beauty, but you remembered the facade you had to hold, especially to strangers that you didn’t know.

“hey?” you asked unsurely, wondering if she was with the media or not. which was something that tended to happen quite a bit.

“don’t worry, i’m not with the press. you just seem interesting.” she said in a monotone voice, but still with a strong look of seriousness on her face. you giggled softly when your eyes locked and your faces went totally still, making the girl in front of you laugh as well. she held out her hand in front of you, while also balancing her tray and book in the other hand. you placed yours into hers and shook it, smiling when she told you her name.

“michelle jones.” she smiled, your throat getting a little tight at her last name, and you had to admit that it struck a little chord within you, but you quickly cleared it from your thoughts and introduced yourself as well.

“y/n stark. pleasure to meet you, jones.”

“pleasure to meet you too.”

“so, i get that you’re new here,” she started walking, inviting you to walk along with her. “what- what are you doing here? i mean i get you’re smart and all, but this is a nerd school; you literally could’ve gone anywhere, so, might i ask, why here?”

“hm, interesting question. seriously i don’t know. my dad and i don’t really get along so he makes the decisions and i tell him if i like it or not. which by the way, i’m gonna have to stay near you-- you’re the only one making this bearable for me right now.” you snorted, nudging your elbow to hers.

“hm, daddy issues. great song, love the artists.” she smirked, making you shoot your head back in loud laughter, gaining some side eyed glances from a few people sitting at the tables around you.

“so, where are we sitting? i usually nev-”

“hey mj!” you were interrupted by a boyish laugh and hoots and hollers coming from a table two tables ahead of you.

“jesus fucking christ. what? just because i got some and you didn’t doesn’t mean that you have to be that fuckin’ loud about it.” she grumbled, placing her tray down, slinging the backpack on her right shoulder beside her. you looked at her with a nervous but curious glint in your eyes. she gave you a knowing look which said, ‘just go with what i say’, making you nod in understanding.

“woah! holy shit! i m- i mean woah- nice to- nice to meet you!” the boy fumbled over his words, looking at you and michelle in disbelief, shaking his friends shoulder and poking at his cheek.

“nice cut, g. looks nice.” you said to him, giggling as you stuck your straw into the mini juice box.

“o-oh, thanks… g?” he said back to you, observing your looks with a confused expression written on his face making you giggle at his confusion.

“peter! look! y/n stark is at our table!” he whisper shouted to his friend, making you look at michelle with a smile on your face and playfully rolling your eyes. she looked back at you, rolling her eyes as well, gesturing to her head as if saying ‘idiots’, making you giggle and turn back to them.

“so, bowl cut dude, what’s your name?” you nodded to him, picking at your salad with the blac spork that was so cordially given to you by mj.

“n-ned, ned leeds.” he smiled sheepishly.

“and you, colonizer, what’s your name?” you tapped on the table, alerting the boys attention. you could hear michelle and ned hollering and snickering from their seats, but decided to keep your poker face rolling. but i mean, how couldn’t you? the look on his face was absolutely priceless.

“peter park- wait did you just call me a colonizer?” he cut himself off in his own sentence, looking at his other friends for confirmation, to which they nodded, still cackling at the fact that you had indeed call him a colonizer.

“peter park, hm?” you teased, ignoring the way you hesitated and ignoring the way your chest felt heavy when the name of peter was said.

“n-no thats not my name-” he said, tripping over his words, making you let out a chuckle.

“i’m messing with you. with what you’ve given me, i could only guess your name is peter parker?” you rested your chin on your hand, engaging in the awkward conversation.

“yeah. thats my name.” he said more confidently, giving you a tight lipped smile.

“nice to meet you, parker.”

“you too, stark, my pleasure.”

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after the small encounter with your new found friends, you had gone back to your respective classes, which meant that your next class had peter in it. after you had split up, you decided to get there early to avoid any commotion surrounding you.

as the boring class continued, you heard the loud clicking of high heels in the hallways, which had to be one person and one person only.

“stark,” someone shouted from the door which swung open. low and behold, in front of you was the prickly bitch, your principal, mrs cunningham. “come with me, eugene’s parents have requested a meeting with you and your father considering that you had just hit their son in the private areas!” everyone snickered and laughed. finally someone had stood up to flash’s shit.

“y- you punched flash in the nuts? i thought that was just a rumor?” peter stuttered, looking at you in disbelief.

“yeah, the fuck was i gonna do? let him flirt with me? no. that bitch tried to grab my ass. i’m a stark, i was raised better than that.” you whispered to him, packing your bag as you did so.

“hm, guess you’re right. well, good luck stark.”

“thanks parker.”

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once you arrived in the principals office, you saw what seemed to be his mother in one of the seats decked out in expensive pearls and diamonds. typical.

“little miss over here punched my son in the privates! i will not allow this to happen!” fuck. you thought; another one of those stuck up cunty parents.

“pfft, probably paid to get their son into here.” you muttered under your breath, playing with your protection bracelets incase anything was to ever happen.

“wHAT? mrs cunningham, i will not allow this child to talk about my son this wa-”

“hello! i was called in?” a voice interrupted, one you could only peg as your father.

“ahh! mr stark! you’re finally here!” your hilarious excuse as a principal said cheerfully.

“i am! and i am here to.. come and have a meeting about my daughter's- behavior?” he asked questiongly, already seeing the triumphant and cocky look on your face. he knew you weren’t at fault, and you were gonna lie your pretty ass out of it.

“well, mr stark, we have a student in the nurses room due to the actions of your daughter!” she looked at him menacingly. he shook his head with a smile on his face and walked over to you, grasping your shoulders in his hands.

“well kiddo, wanna explain what and why you did what you did?” he smiled, giving you two taps on your shoulder, already knowing what was next. you two had a pretty good acting schedule when it came to it, when in reality, you despised eachother.

“sure daddy! eugene had been hitting on me for several days now, and even found my private social medias in use to.. how can i say this, use me for my fame? he tried talking to me, very inappropriately on several occasions, and even went as far as to try and grab me in areas in which i find extremely inappropriate, without my consent, might i add, which doesn’t seem okay with me. does it seem exceptional to you, mrs thompson?” you asked, while only keeping your eyes on his mother.

“why, i am so sorry miss stark! his father will be in contact, i did not raise my baby to be this way! im sorry for any inconvenience he may have caused you!” she gasped, raising a hand to her heart.

“it’s okay, i just request, may this never happen again? i would not like my privacy to be invaded, much less from your son, and can i please ask that he never try to hit on me, nor any girls at this school ever again? i can only imagine how many other girls this may have happened to, mrs thompson.” you sighed, your eyes filling up with fake tears. you reached up to touch your fathers hand, tapping it twice back, knowing that you both had just won.

“never again miss stark, once again, i am so sorry this happened to you.”

“it’s okay. now mrs cunningham, shall we see our way out?” your father answered for you, looking over at the old white woman who looked like a piece of cheese. she could only nod in awe, giving you the cue to pick up your bags and walk proudly to the door.

“thanks i guess.” you muttered, pulling out your airpods once more, hoping to seal the conversation with your father.

“yeah yeah, no problemo.” he muttered back, avoiding eye contact and stuffing his hands in his pockets.

once you reached the door, you remembered that you had left something in your locker, and informed your dad that you’d be going back to get it. he all but nodded and looked back at his shoes before trudging to the car.

once you entered the seemingly halls, much to your surprise, you saw a scrawny teenage boy lifting open a set of lockers, which you didn’t even know was possible, and pulling out a red and blue suit. once you saw who the hands belonged to, your mouth fell agape as you gasped,

“peter?”

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sweetheartyuta · 4 years

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Bandslam! Taeyong

Happy to be back - bunny x (PSA this is reposted from squares react where I was Admin luna, the blog has since went inactive so I’m transferring my works to my new account :))

• So you’d been friends with taeyong since you were in diapers and you’d been inseparable ever since, you always had each other’s backs and were always very protective of one another. • You were both very musically talented, taeyong with his ability to write such meaningful lyrics and play the electric guitar expertly and you had a “great voice” as taeyong would say and definitely weren’t too shabby on the drums. • You’d spend the majority of your time together practicing in your parent’s soundproof garage, making covers and posting them online, which definitely got you some recognition at school and a growing support group online, although it was a small following it was greatly appreciated by you both. • With your growing support online you quickly befriended Johnny who was a magician on the electric keyboard and jaehyun who was a wiz on the bass guitar and soon enough, the pair quickly became the new additions to your band • anyone that looked over at the four of you would have thought that you had known each other forever. • When you joined together as a band, no other high school in your area could compete with you four, you were a force to be reckoned with, often asked to perform at school ceremonies and even prom. • That night when you rocked up in a dress with drumsticks in hand he saw you in a completely different light, like he was staring for so long Johnny had to punch him on the arm and was like ‘’dude are you okay you’re staring” • “wha- oh yeah I’m okay” realising he’d been staring for too long a pink hue made its way to his cheeks • He was at a loss, you looked simply radiant, he had always seen you as his best friend but the hammering in his ribcage was telling him a different story, after playing a few songs for your fellow classmates he made his way over to the food, trying to figure out what it was he felt when he looked at you. • A gentle tap on the shoulder pulled him out of his thoughts as he turned to meet your eyes gazing at him worriedly • “ dude are you okay you’ve been really quiet all night, this isn’t like you” • And because he’s not sure what was going on with him either he just smiled and reassured you, it wasn’t a fake smile though because he was always happiest when he was around you, he didn’t have to fake a smile. • He felt a tug on his arm and was then dragged to the dance floor “come on doofus let’s dance” he laughed at your comment and felt a warmth in his chest, after all these years you hadn’t changed at all, you never were one to follow the crowd, you were always your own person, dressing how you wanted, stood up for what you believed In and never changed who you were just for the sake of popularity. • And that is what he lov- liked!! That was what he liked about you • A slow song played next and you both groaned, you had talked about that cliché moment at dances when the couple get up to dance and a slow song starts to play but you laughed together as you started to sway to the beat. • Your hands held his shoulders lightly, as your head rested on his chest, almost like a hug, while his hands slowly made their way to your waist, causing an acceleration in his heartbeat though you were too busy to notice as you hummed along to the song. • He closed his eyes, never wanting to forget this moment, the moment he realised he liked you, more than a friend, he took in your sweet voice, quietly singing along to the song when all of a sudden you snorted as you looked across the hall to find Johnny and Jaehyun dancing the same way you two were to make fun of the both of you, he couldn’t help but laugh too at the sight in front of them. • Jaehyun was leaning his head on Johnny’s shoulder as they were almost the same height, twirling around the hall as they listened to you laughing. • They were so happy for taeyong, they knew before he did that he would have feelings for you, the way his ears seemed to perk up when you talked in a conversation, you balanced him out, he had a cold exterior, his prominent features scared many into thinking he was a very cold person but after befriending him the boys knew differently. • Whereas you were bubbly and had friendly features and they took a liking to you instantly, they first realised that taeyong liked you when they joined your group, the way he was overly protective as he was used to things just being you and him, it took him longer to accept the boys than you. • But now taeyong couldn’t imagine life without the three of you and couldn’t be more grateful for three friends he knew would be there for him for life and the trio felt the same way. • After prom taeyong would be so confused, noting things about you that he had never realised before, the way you lit up band practice when you walked into the garage, the way you threw your head back and you closed your eyes when you found something really funny and he couldn’t tell whether he actually had feelings for you or if it was just a crush. • So one day at lunch you’d be sitting at a table with Jaehyun and Taeyong and Johnny walks over with a poster in his hand and slam it on the table “guys you know we have to enter this right ?!” • You’d share a hesitant look with taeyong, although you didn’t deny the talent your band had, you had never participated in any competition therefore you wouldn’t know the kind of talent the other groups had • The competition meant business though, the winning group would receive a record deal and cash prize, the two things any aspiring musicians wished for • After some persuasion from Johnny you gave in, looking around the table you smiled, you wouldn’t want to take part in the competition with anyone else and it would be stupid to pass up an opportunity like this, jaehyun and Johnny high fived and cheered, sending all of the attention in the lunch room your way • The four of you knew that there was no chance you’d even qualify without a lot of practice. After countless nights spent in the garage you auditioned and qualified, making it to the final, although you had done well throughout the competition and received good feedback from the judges. You knew that winning the competition without doing something to make yourselves stand out wasn’t happening

• So you decided to come up with your own song, yes it was a risky move but with the lyrical geniuses that are jaehyun and taeyong and your knowledge of composing music mixed with Johnny’s editing skills you were pretty confident that you could create something great that would catch the eye of the judges and may give you the edge. • You all decided to stay at Taeyong’s house, giving you the opportunity to shoot ideas back and forth (while devouring a mountain of Doritos) and ask the guys for their opinion. Your eyelids slowly started to droop after five hours of nonstop composing and changing things around, you rested your head comfortably on Taeyong’s shoulder, slowly falling asleep. • It was a normal thing you would do but it felt different this time to Taeyong, his heart leapt at the sight of you laying on his shoulder, with your laptop balancing on your legs and shallow breaths leaving your mouth • He couldn’t leave even if he wanted to (he definitely didn’t) so he placed your laptop carefully onto the table and placed an arm around your waist, the guys had fallen asleep an hour before, tiring themselves out by eating so much pizza • He placed his lyric book on the ground and wrapped a blanket around you both and slowly fell asleep himself. • You were the first to wake up and you were surprised to say the least when you felt someone’s arm around you, you looked up at Taeyong to see him sleeping peacefully, a small blush forming on your face • Your feelings towards Taeyong had started to bloom recently, you just couldn’t imagine your life without him, always planning your futures together, he was your partner in crime and you were always curious if you would work out as a couple. • The next few band practices you had were all night-ers, trying to perfect the song, changing the tuning slightly as you did. Both Jaehyun and Johnny had begun to pick up on your feelings for Taeyong and began to put a plan into action, they’d leave you two alone at lunch time and say they had detention for doing something stupid and go sit in the library to give you two time to talk. They’d set the wrong time for band practice so they’d get there half an hour later than you did. • Basically doing anything to let you guys figure out your feelings for one another. • So anyways the day of the bandslam final comes and you were well prepared and you knew that even if you didn’t win you still tried your hardest and you still had your three best friends and nothing could change that. • Don’t get me wrong though, you were up against some pretty stiff competition, the level of talent was insane but you didn’t have much time to think about it since you were one of the first bands to play. • ¬¬the look of confusion which very quickly turned to excitement that came from the judges and the crowd was priceless as they realised you were playing your own song, though Taeyong looked more nervous than usual. • You let it slide because you thought it was just because of the competition but little did you know he was planning on asking you to be his girlfriend if you won • The performance was definitely one of the best you’ve had, you couldn’t help but feel emotional at knowing all of the hard work you put in had paid off and the reaction from the crowd was something that you never wanted to forget. • The competition was left down to three different groups, all of which had did very well with their performances, standing on the stage waiting for your results you felt like your heart was about to drop to your stomach. Taeyong took hold of your hand and interlocked it with his own, giving it a squeeze, you looked up to Taeyong who gave you a reassuring smile. • You were too busy in your own thoughts to realise your name had been called out as the winning group, everyone was screaming and you were pulled into a group hug by Johnny “wE DID IT GUYS, WE ACTUALLY DID IT” • Taeyong pulled away from you and grabbed a mic and got the attention of the crowd who were cheering you “so I promised myself I’d do something if we won this competition” he turned to face you taking your hand in his own “ will you go out with me?” • And god, you would be in tears now if you weren’t already crying, you’d nod your head and pull him in for a hug, shyly kissing his cheek. • To be honest the two noobs were probably freaking out more over the fact you said yes to being Taeyong’s girlfriend than winning the competition, they’d pick you both up and spin you round “IT’S ABOUT TIME WE THOUGHT IT WAS NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN” • Honestly this was a day that would go down in history for all four of you, though you’d be the biggest winner of all because you got a record deal and walked away with Taeyong not just as your best friend, as your boyfriend.

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hydrospanners · 5 years

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How about multiples of 5 :D Please and thank you

thank you for asking i cry

(psa before you read this iam absolutely drunk and yes it’s 3pm but i get up at 2:30am so it’s really not that early for me)

5. what is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written it yet and experience deep existential dread?I’ve been working on this one novel since I was 14 years old. It’s changed and warped and been rewritten so much over the years that what I have of it today and what I scribbled in the margins of my notes in high school are barely even recognizable as the same thing but they have the same... core...??? i guess??????? the same central themes or something just vastly different, more nuanced and (i hope) more intelligent ways of appraoching them. ive gotten better at telling the stories i want to read since i was 14 but this one is deeply important to me and for that reason my bad habit of perfectionism has been rearing its head. ive rewritten the first ten chapters like 80000 times but rarely make it past that. the reasons why are for my therapist to know and me to find out i guess.

10.do you have any kind of consistent writing schedule or just hoping for the best?i try very frequently to have a consistent schedule. for a while back in 2018 i was succeeding. and then this year i had this particular project i really wanted to finish and i sat down and made timesheets and scheudled out my time like it was a second job and id give it 10 hrs/week so i’d still have time to care for my needs and relax and whatever but...... this year has been a bitch for me fam. ive made a lot of vague posts but........ it’s been a bitch and i havent written a lot. maybe i should. maybe it would help. i don’t know but i do everything better when it’s with a consistent schedule. regularity and schedules are very supportive for the way my brain works but organizing priorities with the limited free time i have is a cahllenge. lining up my emotional/creative energy with my physical energy is a challenge. an ongoing one. sometimes i succeed. a lot of the time i dont.

15. in an ideal world where you’re already super successful and published, would you want to see a tv or movie adaptation of your work? why or why not?absolutely. even if it wasn’t great, even if it missed the point entirely, even if it served the values the whole story is meant to criticize.... of course. i am a vain creature and also i know how humans can take an imperfect piece of media and find so many things in it that i have never seen myself. i’m curious to know what other people would discover in the playground i have built. hypothetically.

20. do you ever have trouble focusing on writing? how do you get around that? tell us. please, tell us. I, the OP of this ask list, desperately need advice on how to focus.all the fucking time. im a slave to my moods and i always want to write pieces that deal with the feelings or the concepts that are holding me hostage at the time. sometimes im exhausted and so full of emotion that exploring any single feeling opens the floodgates to every feeling ive ever had and that feels to risky so i avoid writing altogether. usually when this happens, i write letters to people in my life that i never mean to send. it’s like an emotional valve that lets out the worst of it and leaves enough feeling for me to work with without it being too overwhelming to confront. i also have 10 million wips and i just switch focus to the one that vibes with my current mood, but that’s why i have 10 million wips and why it takes me 5 years to finish a 500 word fic. i don’t know that it’s a good strategy but it’s the one i have.

25. hey - what are you working on right now? to be painfully honest the answer is nothing. i havent written a word in three weeks. i was working on a very absurd swtor fanfic that was kind of a pressure valve for me but then i was seized by this concept for a choose your own adventure game that i have elaborately written inside my own mind but have not put a single word to paper due to life circumstances (which is to say ive been pretty depressed for a few months and coming back out of the depression my focus has mainly been on supporting the habits and structures i need to succeed at work and i’ll figure everything else out later). anyway im pretty excited about my choose your own adventure game its good fun in my head.

#i am too drunk to remember my tags #ask memes #maybe???#ferociousqueak

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posseideux · 5 years

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Why My Candy Love died, and why it matters

(half-assedly written by Gemini Charlie)

If you were a twelve year old girl in 2010, you’ll probably remember those ads for a game called “My Candy Love”. Flirt with the boy of your dreams! they said. It looked to be the perfect game, especially for the ones of us getting into anime and manga, due to its heavily anime inspired style and feel. You might still follow this game, like many of the original players do to this day.

Now let me tell you, I was an active participant in this fandom for a very long time. I still have the first 3 tomes of the manga(even if their quality is less than absimol) and I got the first artbook when it came out. I loved this game with all of my might, and I wanted to create something similar when I grew up. For a while I was also one of the annoying people who screamed betrayal at every new thing I didn’t like(we’ll get to that) and when they announced the new version of the game, Campus Life, I was thrilled. Something like MCL but more mature! It just had to be good… but why is it not?

First, let’s start with how most of us discovered My Candy Love: Imagine you, at the ripe age of eleven years old. You’re probably playing a dress up game, or just a standard game on Y8 or Coolmathgames. Then, you see this ad: It’s pink, it’s shiny, and it has three beautiful boys: A red haired hottie, and blonde smart one, and a beautiful, charming white-haired man. Flirt with them all, it tells you. And just like that, click! and you’re in.

Chances are you probably named yourself something like EmoQueen, or xX_beautykills_Xx, because that’s just how the internet was back then. You started up the game, and ever since, every day of the many years to come, you would log back in. Months upon months were spent searching for the students in Sweet Amoris High School, looking to finish the ridiculous missions of this game. Or perhaps you spent hours upon hours chatting up with other fans of the game on the forums about whatever was popular at the time. Whichever it was, you loved that darn game, and you would play it even after it was finished!

But really take the time to think about it. Was My Candy Love really that good? The writing was stiff, the characters were stereotypical or empty at best. Why did we love this game that was clearly not written with that much love or talent? Let me direct you to a critic that I believe most of you know: the Nostalgia Critic. If you have no clue of who he is, he is a movie critic(somewhat) who makes videos about old but popular movies and all the bad stuff that’s in them. Now, of course, the Critic didn’t say anything about My Candy Love, that would be kind of odd considering his main audience, but we can learn a thing or two about one of his videos, the one about Hocus Pocus, to be exact.

In it, the Critic talks about how Halloween culture loves Hocus Pocus, which wouldn’t hold up in our current culture because it’s not that good, but because they watched it as kids it has a certain charm. I think the same happened with My Candy Love. We all loved it as twelve year old girls, but now that we know better, we can clearly see that, well… it’s pretty horrible.

The “high schoolers” don’t really act like teenagers, neither do they look the part, and the story has no conflict or interesting things to say. Despite that, we all loved it. And, if you’re like me, you still kind of do.

The problem is, it is so anchored in our childhoods that all of its flaws are okay. To this day, I still like the fact that the story is kind of ridiculous and out of touch. I like the stereotypes and the almost fantasy-like vision of high school. But then, something happened: The writers delved into serious matters. Badly.

Here is a writing lesson for you: Find a tone, and stick to it. If your story is supposed to be funny, you can’t just go full serious out of nowhere. If your story is serious, you can’t just go and slap a comic relief on that bad boy and expect it to go well. My Candy Love was always an unrealistic, romance-based game with no real plot, but with the last few episodes, the tone changed completely from dumb to dull.

For example, after a few chill episodes of theater and romance, you are hit with a new episode: Nathaniel, the blonde one, has been going through physical abuse from his father, and you have to help him. Huh, that’s new. Remember, the game, up to this point, has been pretty ridiculous and not serious at all. To me, this episode felt like those PSAs from the 90s trying to get you not to take marijuana while having Bugs Bunny tell you so. It just felt weird.

And after that, they didn’t stop: Blackmail, dating apps, condoms, STDs… all written with about as much grace as a naked man covered in lube trying to walk on ice. And that, my friends, started what I would call the downfall of this game.

Episode 40 came out. The characters graduated, your main character is happy in her relationship, and the end? You get laid… and that’s it. If you’ve ever tried to write an emotional scene or a good ending to a long story, you would know that it’s really hard to do so well and get all of the side stories well closed and done. So, considering the fact that this game is written like a twelve year old girl’s fanfiction(how fitting), you can assume how horrible the ending was. Why was it so bad? Campus Life.

I’m not gonna make you sit through the whole last episode, because it’s long and boring, but here is how it ends: You’re in bed with your lover, and your MC reflects about the future and what’s to come. Then, it cuts to a “some years later” shot, with a new school, where the main character is older and having a conversation about her last year of university with her former best buddy from high school. And, just like that, you are invited to continue your adventure to University.

Great! You think to yourself. There are so many possibilities for cool stuff in Uni, it’s gonna be ridiculous and beautiful, I bet! But no, of course it’s not. Remember how the original game was good because of how bad it was? Well, this game isn’t horrible, but it’s not good either, which makes it a thousand times worse.

Tommy Wiseau created The Room, a movie infamous for being so bad it’s actually really fun to watch and try to understand. Now, imagine if he came out with The Room 2, a completely okay written, realistic movie about the main character’s work. You watch it and… it’s horrible. But not the right kind, that is. That’s what Campus Life feels like: something that could have been great but is just bad instead, because the writers didn’t stick to the right tone.

Also, this game feels like it was pushed upon the players, which just makes most people want to dislike it, and it’s very easy to do so. The final episode of the real game, which is what I call it, ends in a hurry to make place for this serious, boring game that no one in their right mind would enjoy playing. In fact, CL didn’t just affect the last episode, it affected the last 10 to 15 episodes, because the writers tried to change the mood of the game to make it more serious to fit their sequel.

So, Campus Life ruined the ending of a game that could have been so much better(even if better means more ironically enjoyable) by trying to remove what made it so good. Because of that, no one wants to play the new game because the charm of My Candy Love is gone, and our love for it is dead.

The fandom might not be dead to some of you, but to me, this game has lost all of the charm that it once had, and it makes me sad to see so little care for the situation coming from the creators(and that’s a whole other problem). I loved this game to bits, and no, if you were wondering, I’m not going to play the new version, because it sucks, but it doesn’t suck as well as its former self. And that’s what made it so good in the first place.

Thank you for listening, the exits are at the back

#my candy love #mcl #mclul #campus life #my candy love campus life #essay #long post #very long post #hate me all you like #mclul sucks

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The Umbrella Academy. Netflix’s (new) hit show, or well I think it’s a hit, but I am not a great judge of shows. It’s my type of show. It’s crazy, without shoving your face in the crazy. It doesn’t take itself too seriously, while still having serious moments. It has a talking monkey, seriously, could you think of a better show? It has romance, just not enough that you feel like a kid after the perfect Halloween score. It has action, just not so much action you’re in a slaughter house, or a b rated action movie with ½ price Bruce Willis. It has time travel, that realizes that time travel doesn’t make sense. And damn it, it has the talking monkey.

How can anyone not love a show like that? I sure have to like it. The show didn’t give me much of a choice. And it isn’t like some shows that Stockholm Syndrome you into loving it. I loved it at first sight, because of the monkey. We get it, you must be thinking a lot about the monkey, you love the monkey, we get that. First off, it’s a monkey butler, that’s a very different thing. And don’t go quoting me saying that I was only referring to him as the monkey or the talking monkey or even a talking monkey. It won’t work. I won’t listen even if you are right. Which you might be. And honestly, I don’t really like the monkey, well no more than any one likes a talking monkey. I mean come on we all have a soft spot for Curious George and that monkey doesn’t even really talk, the man with the yellow hat, just makes us think we can understand him. That monkey could just be talking about throwing poo all the time and we would have no way of knowing that. But no the talking monkey butler, bet you didn’t think I knew that, can tell us what is going on. But that monkey butler is not my favorite character, or even in my top ten. Which is something special considering there are only a little over ten characters in the show.

No, my favorite character is Klaus, though I am probably more like Vanya then I would like to admit, but I’ll circle back to that in a moment, let me take a moment to talk about my favorite character Klaus. Klaus is the crazy fun that I wish that I could be. Not the drugs part, don’t do drugs kids, stay in school, ok now that I have that PSA (brought to you by the crazy rantings of a girl behind a computer), out of the way, I want to take a moment to do an appreciation paragraph about the wonderful Klaus.

Klaus is the crazy we all need in our lives. He makes the world seem just a little bit different, a little more interesting. He adds perfect comedic timing to the group, and he does it at just the right time. So, yeah Klaus is freaking amazing. Oh, and as an added note he looks great in a skirt.

See an appreciation paragraph. Now, onto Vanya. I see myself in Vanya, a lot more than anyone would like to admit. Hold it. Freeze. Yes, I mean you too. Don’t think about what I just said too much. I had a normal childhood. Well, normalish? But really, when you think about it, don’t we all have a few messed up things about our childhood. One or two things that give us that special little quirk. That little oddity, that would make people tilt their head. Yeah, well I had those. But for the most part I am normal. My childhood was normal, and my parent’s well they were as normal as parents can be. And I am not saying there aren’t a few things that my parents did that made me a little messed up, but isn’t that life. You’re a kid and you see things that your parents did wrong, even if it just one or two things, and you vow to do things differently, so then you screw up your own kids in a unique and different way, well that’s me, and that’s what I believe, but I may or may not still believe in the Easter Bunny, my traps are going to get that monster one of these days, so you probably shouldn’t take anything that I believe beyond face value.

Anyway, that got off topic, I mean I have no idea if there was even a point to all of that rambling, you know I have heard people call my writing pedantic before, and I never agreed with them until just now. I mean, I ended up talking about my plans to catch the Easter Bunny and not stay on the topic that I am supposed to be on. And now I am being pedantic about being pedantic, that takes a new level of crazy, or narcissism. I just love my writing so much, or maybe I just love to write so much.

Stopping that, and going back to the topic on hand, Vanya. Well, really, the topic is why Vanya and I are so similar. It’s simple really. I apologize for existing to. I never really thought about it that way before though. I just assumed I was apologizing for things that I should have done better, but no I have been apologizing for existing. I didn’t even realize that I was doing until there was that line about apologizing just for existing. Which is weird because, I always wanted to be an actress, ever since I was little, but I as I grew up, instead of still wanting to be in the spotlight I wanted to disappear. But this isn’t about that, not really anyway. We will spin back to why it is a little important in a moment.

But let me first say this, if I could draw I would. I would draw a kickass picture of Klaus in a skirt, maybe I would even add the talking monkey butler, yes, I know his name is Pogo, but give me a little credit for this bit. If I was good at outfits and designing and such nonsense I would cosplay as Mother. I know I just threw a curve ball or whatever the comic equivalent of that is. But you must love mother’s style. I mean it’s a classic elegance you can’t beat that. Well, maybe except for Klaus and a skirt, but I’m a girl and I can’t pull off a skirt like Klaus. Truth be told I only really have three talents.

First acting. As I’ve said before, being an actress has been my goal since I was very little. My problem is auditioning, and auditioning seems to be a very big part of the whole thing of being an actress, so in this case that talent seems a little bit useless. That talent in this case would be useless, most likely, in this case no matter if I could audition or not. Of course, like many of the other things I say hold onto that most likely because, of course, I will be coming back to that. Now my other two talents seem to be much more important now and much more important with why I started writing this in the first place.

The second one, as you hopefully, noticed my mediocre ability to write. I have seen that I have the smallest ability to write something that is readable and at least entertaining enough to keep you occupied, while doing menial tasks. Such as, but not limited to, using the bathroom, waiting at the dentist office, waiting at the DMV, procrastinating on doing any work that is much more important than my writing, that work seems hard and you really don’t want to start on a weird time or whatever else excuse you’re using the moment. And besides all that I’m almost done with this one, I think, I never can tell with my ramblings.

Last talent that I seem to have been bestowed is my vivid sometimes overused imagination. Now, what do you get when you have a writer with too much time, a laughably vivid imagination, and an extremely engaging and wonderful little show?

If you guessed a fanfiction with the author, no let me get this straight, I need to make sure that I get this right, a persona of the author, playing a major part, I would like you all to give yourselves a pat on the back, for the ones who didn’t get it right let me say you should stop reading this right now. Who my kidding? You’re not going to stop reading this. You aren’t going to go start your task they need to do. The dentist hasn’t just called you. And honestly you probably still have about two hours to wait at the DMV. Oh, as the right ones have guessed, this is a giant, wind bagged, and yes pedantic, way of introducing the fact that I have decided to put my writing of my Umbrella Academy fanfiction out not the real world.

Now, about five disclaimers though most of the people that I am addressing in this disclaimer had already written me, I’m sure, five Twitter messages ten emails, and twenty-five mean spirited letters, and have just ignored this disclaimer. And I know, this feels like the disclaimer to a medicine commercial, half the people aren’t paying attention, a quarter is going to still get upset when it happens to them and the last quarter are paying attention, but it doesn’t pertain to them. Also no one really watches regular tv that much anyway, they all have Netflix, free product placement.

First disclaimer, this is only based on the show. I bought the comic and I plan on reading it, I just haven’t had the time yet. And if I get interest, I may write one like the one I am currently writing with all of the information from the comics. Secondly, I’m doing this for fun, so please take it easy on me, if you like it, tell me, if you don’t tell me, if you think there are a few things I need to fix tell me, just do it nicely. Remember my writing may seem like I am a hot and legal combination of Klaus and Number Five, I am really just a Vanya at heart, so be delicate.

Thirdly, if either dark horse or Netflix asks me to take it down, it’s down without questions. I would hate for someone to not do the same for me.

Fourthly and lastly, promise, if Netflix and the writers want to take my twist on the story, let me a least fail at auditioning for a character that is basically me.

So, I hope you love my writing as much as I love Klaus, and the show, and hope you are a little more interested in it than I am in butler monkey.

Oh, and one more thing, I am going to be writing in both first person and third person. Me, or the character who I fantasize about being, is going to be told in first person. And scenes my character is not in will be third.

This is the opening for my blog which anyone who likes fanfiction, Umbrella Academy, and/or crazy rantings that might actually make sense, check it out. http://umberllacoverage.home.blog

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#the umbrella academy #umbrella acedmy #klaus #i love klaus #I'mVanya #Fanfiction

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Detective Conan File 1012 [Japanese to English Translation]

PSA: Due to personal problems (finals), proofreader and typesetter is unavailable atm. This file was not proofread to make it perfectly English, and since I’m not native speaker, this might show. I apologize for inconvenience. TYPESET VERSION IS DELAYED UNTIL TOMORROW.

A reason behind Akai and Amuro's face off]

A bunny girl is targeted... Closing chapter of this story!!

[How much more should I repeat that, Keibu-san?!]

M: I did pass by Yuri-chan who was holding a glass but...

M: That was for just a moment...

M: I couldn't have poisoned her glass...

S: Same with me...

S: I simply bumped into her and splashed wine...

M: And I didn't have my glasses on when her glass was left in the table...

F: Even if I wanted to poison it, I didn't know which glass was hers...

M: Anyway, can I visit her in hospital? I'm worried about her!!

K: ...or so you say...

[A poisoned onee-san... Conan and Amuro have reached the truth?!]

K: But really you were so troubled by her pushing you to marry her, that you poisoned her...

K: And want to see her death with your own eyes, eh?

M: N-no...

S: Or maybe he is going to finish her off...

M: What about you?!

M: If she dies, you will become the first at sales and will receive a major bonus...

M: I heard from Yuri-chan... That you're troubled about the surgery cost of your dad who has a terminal disease!

S: Haah? This coming from a guy that used his butler in order to give the consolation money!!

M: Consolation money? What the?!

F: Ah, no...

F: That's...

Me: Anyway!

Me: How about all three of you would accompany us for the questioning?

Me: Yuri-san's glass could have been poisoned only by the three of you, so...

C: But... I think that rich uncle didn't do it!

Me: Eh?

C: You see, he passed by Yuri-san when he headed out towards the car parked outside in order to get his butler's glasses, right?

C: We asked his bodyguards that were next to that car...

C: They said that rich uncle came only to get the glasses... and he didn't behave strangely, see?

C: If I was the criminal that poisoned Yuri-san's glass, I'd be worried about the time and would've glanced at the club...

C: "Is it about time she drinks the poison?" or "the club will have an uproar... Like this!!

Me: Y... you're right...

C: Same with that bunny girl onee-san!

C: Even if she poisoned Yuri-san when she splashed the wine on her, you see... When Yuri-san went to changing room in order to replace stained cuffs, after covering her glass with a lid...

C: That onee-san took a call from a client and went somewhere, right?

C: If it was me, I wouldn’t have moved from there for sure, right?

C: Because somebody else could've taken the poisoned glass and drank it, see?

Me: I... I see...

C: Right? Uncle Kogoro thinks the same?

K: W-well, yeah...

A: Which means that the only one left is...

A: The one who was sitting next to Yuri-san's glass...

A: The butler, Fukamachi-san...

A: Only you?

M: Oi-oi, didn't you hear him?

M: When she left her glass on the table... Fukamachi-kun didn't have his glasses on, see?

M: Then how he was able to pick her glass in order to poison her?

A: Didn't he have something that could act as a replacement for his glasses?

M: Replacement for glasses?

M: Really?

F: Ah, no.. I was merely checking the mail on the smartphone...

M: And he didn't have anything but smartphone!

A: Right... That's why...

C: Smartphones are awesome!!

R: Hey, Conan-kun?!

R: They are talking about something really important here...

C: Look! If we switch to camera and use zoom...

C: We can clearly see even the tips of Ran-nee-chan's fingers, just like a

magnifying glass?

R: Eh?

M: R... right, with the use of that function...

T: You can see even without glasses...

T: Speaking of, Yuri-san is always wearing nail-wraps with lily pattern...

T: It's possible to determine her glass by targeting her nails...

M: B... but Fukamachi-kun didn't have his glasses on because I accidentally stepped on them...

K: He plotted it!

K: He knew that you use sauce with tamagoyaki...

K: So he moved it away from you on purpose... so that you won't reach it with just one step...

K: And after dropping glasses on the floor...

K: He made it look like you accidentally stepped on them!

A: Well, that trick with his glasses...

A: Wasn't it done in order to send his master, Morooka-san away from the crime scene...

A: So that he won't become a suspect?

A: But it was pointless since he became a suspect by passing Yuri-san anyway...

M: I... is it true? Fukamachi-kun?!

A: And when his master left the club...

A: He rang the alarm on purpose... So that Yuri-san would put her glass on the table in order to check for earthquake notification...

A: Using the zoom function of his smartphone's camera he determined Yuri-san's glass...

A: And put poison inside it...

A: By the way, it is highly possible that the phone with the alarm and...

A: The phone with camera's zoom function were two different phones...

A: That's why I suppose we'll find it after a body search, right?

A: Those two smartphones...

T: Then let us investigate...

F: There is no need in this...

F: I do carry 2 phones...

F: I bought another one... and rehearsed that so many times...

F: For my late mistress's sake...

M: Are you saying that you poisoned Yuri-chan for my wife's sake?!

F: Yes... To open your eyes, master...

M: O.. open eyes?

F: It hadn't even been half a year since mistress left this world...

F: And you're already infatuated with that young girl!

F: I served my mistress ever since she was a little girl... My poor poor mistress...

F: I even took the liberty of offering her money so that she won't come close to master anymore but she refused...

F: I prepared that threatening letter...

F: But it didn't have any effect so I decided to use force...

F: If I put girl you took a liking of in danger...

I thought that you would stop visiting this club...

F: This is my last wish... Please stop making mistress sad...

M: No, you're wrong... That girl isn't just a girl I like...

A: But your daughter...

A: Correct?

[D-daughter?!]

S: Hm! Stop saying that nonsense!

S: Don't tell me the reason is that both of them eat tamagoyaki with sauce!

A: This is a mere habit... Similarities do accidentally occur but...

A: They way both of them hold hashi without using an index finger...

A: That cannot be a coincidence...

A: When you were young you eloped and lived in Tottori for 4 years, your daughter, Yuri-san...

A: Imitated your way of holding hashi when she was little and remembered it... Everything makes sense now...

A: You rapidly gained and lost weight in order to change your bodyshape and try new suits...

A: And by falling often you tore your suits and had to buy new ones...

A: Everything was for the sake of having to go to the clothing store next door...

A: So you could use it as a reason to come to this club and meet your daughter, right

M: Y... yes...

M: Even without looking at the way she holds hashi I knew it from the very first sight...

M: She looked just like the girl I eloped with and had the name that I gave...

R: That's why he didn't use honorifics that time...

F: Then why didn't you tell me...

M: I couldn’t bring myself... to say that I wanted to meet my daughter of when I eloped... To you, who was so loyal to my wife..

M: "All the more since my wife and I didn't have children, so...

F: N... no...

F: What have I done... To my master's daughter...

F: What have I~...

T: I see... Thank you for calling...

Me: Hm? What?

T: The hospital just called...

T: Yuri-san regained consciousness...

T: And is recovering well!

K: Oo, really!

R: That't great!!

M: How about the two of us vising her at the hospital after some time? You can apologize to her...

F: No.. I won't be able to face her...

M: She'll forgive her if we explain the reason...

M: She's my daughter after all...

F: Y-yes...

M: But you were pretty good...

M: At figuring out that I gained and lost weight and fell just to see my daughter...

A: Yeah, well...

A: Of course I do...

A: That when I was a child and wanted to meet a certain female doctor...

A: I used to injure myself on purpose so that I could go to the hospital she worked in...

Am: You messed up... Akai Shuichi

Ak: Those words...

Ak: How about I say the same to you...

Ak: Bourbon!

Am: How stupid...

Am: You lost the moment I saw through your Okiya Subaru disguise...

Ak: And what if I say that I predicted...

Ak: That you'll sneak in here today...

Ak: And that you made a spare key...

Ak: And that you received an order to investigate Kudo Shinichi...

Am: Heh...

Am: Looks like, to shut that mouth...

Am: There's no other way but to pull the trigger..

Ak: W-who are you?!

Yus: The owner of this house, Kudo Yusaku...

Yus: Since today, unlike previous time...

Yus: Your companions appear not to be here, so...

Yus: How about you relax and enjoy some tea...

Yus: That my wife brewed...

Yuk: Lemon or milk...

Yuk: Which one would you prefer?

[Amuro is taken aback by Yusaku and Yukiko's appearance... What is the plan of those three?! Next issue - start of a long series!!]

#detective conan #dcmk #sorry for delay #this tag is getting prominent #i liked this mystery!#good mystery #yuri-chan good girl #what about sana's dad tho :c #yukiko is precious #i love yukiko so much holy shit #1012 #bunny restaurant case #even though its a club #who cares its the end of the chapter

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