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wasawattpadkid · 1 year

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Housewife

Part - 2

Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?

Pairing: poly!ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings for this series: murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating,

Part 1

If you heard the names Casey or Steve one more time you might go insane. Stu ran up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist. "Boo!" The binder you held in your arms unceremoniously hit the floor. "Let go of me weirdo." You struggled but he didn't let go. "Did ya hear about Casey and Steve?" You could scream. The heel of your Mary Jane shoes made contact with his toes making him lose his grip. With a huff you picked up your belongings. "Why is everyone so obsessed with them?" Stu cocked an eyebrow at you. "Uh because they were slit open like pigs in a butcher shop?"

"I get that trust me thats all anyone can talk about. But you can't act all sad like you've lost a loved one and then talk in great detail about what organ fell out where. It's inhumane." He leaned back on the lockers listening to you rant. "Yesterday was a complete shit show. That Steve guy was a prick to me and he didn't even know my name yet. So he can't be the saint everyone's making him out to be. Murders happen everywhere all the time these two aren't going to change anything."

"Interesting take from Marry Poppins. What's got your panties in a bunch today?" You opened your locker putting away your things for lunch. "Some asshole started talking to me in 2nd period about how in a movie I'd be a prime suspect because the murders started when I got here." Randy. Stu knew the moment you brought up movies. "Well you did say Steve was an asshat, that's motive Y/n." He was right but let's be real here. You couldn't take on an athlete if you were paid. You rubbed your face in frustration. "Relax I know it's not you. You'd cry if you got blood on that cute little dress of yours." It really wouldn't matter you knew how to take practically any stain out of a piece of clothing.

"You'd be surprised." Just as the words left your lips a kid bumped into you knocking you into Stu. His hands conveniently found your hips. "Watch where you're walking asshole!" Stu shouted with a laugh. You pulled yourself away from him trying to straighten your dress with your hands. "Hey I'm meeting Tatum and everybody by the water fountain, you in?" The idea of being around more people wasn't ideal. Stu could see on your face you didn't want to. "Oh come on Billy's going to be there." He wasn't dumb. Billy was an attractive guy, he was well aware of that. All the girls had a thing for Billy, you were no exception.

"If I go you can't just completely ignore me because I only know you two." Stu shut your locker for you as you continued to walk. "Ignore you? I could never. You could sit on my lap if you wanted to." You fake gagged making him laugh. "I don't think your girlfriend would like that." He just shrugged his shoulders. "Eh I do what I want." This doesn't surprise you. "You are a peace of work." The doors opened letting the light bombard your skin. "Picasso baby!" Stu shouted as he grabbed your hand pulling you towards the fountain.

"Fresh meat everybody!" He declared as you stood uncomfortably in front of everyone. Billy looked more than unamused at your appearance. "Y/n right? You're in my math class?" You nodded at the girl with brown hair. She stuck out her hand for you to shake. "I'm Sydney Prescott." Billy shook his head with a smile. "Nice to meet you Sydney." She smiled up at you and returned the sentiment. "She's the killer I'll bet anybody 10 bucks." If looks could kill he'd be six feet under. "Randy knock it off. You think this adorable face could murder?" Stu pinched your cheeks with a grin on his lips. "Not a chance." He let go and found a seat next to Tatum. "Plus there's no way a girl could've killed them."

"Scoot over let her sit down." Billy huffed but did what Sydney told him. "That is so sexist. The killer could easily be a female, Basic Instinct." You nodded in Tatum's defense. "That was an ice pick. Not exactly the same thing." Stu looked over at all of us before looking at Tatum. "Yeah Casey and Steve were completely hollowed out. The fact is it takes like, a man to do something like that." Sydney looked down at the ground uncomfortable with the conversation.

"I don't know feminine rage is pretty scary. Do you know how many cheating husbands get stabbed to death or fed to the dogs by the wife. The fact is women know how to get a job done quickly and quietly. Men get cocky and want to play around that's how they get caught." Randy snapped his finger point at you. "See what I mean!" Stu laughed and Billy just looked at you with intrigue.

"How do you gut someone?" The honest tone of Sydney's voice made everyone quite down. "You take a knife and you slit them from groin to sternum." Billy sat up seemingly done with the gorey details. "Hey, it's called tact fuckrag." Billy looked at Stu his eyes once again saying more than his words did.

"Change of subject, I like your dress it's very Hepburn." Tatum spoke up. You cleared your throat trying to shake off that uneasy feeling. "Thanks I made it myself." She sat up in shock. "No way! You should totally make me one." If only it were that simple. "You think I'd look good in something like that babe?" She asked Stu and if you knew anything about him he'd give a smartass answer. "I think it'd look better on my bedroom floor but hey." She smacked his arm as everyone shared a laugh.

Stu continued rambling on about the murders with Randy. You were sick of hearing about it and it appeared so was Sydney. Her hand rested on Billy's knee as he whispered something to him. He nodded as she left a kiss on his cheek. The moment she left his demeanor darkened even more. He looked truly angry at this point. You assumed it was because Stu had upset her. Billy leaned next to you just enough to hit Stu's arm. "Ow man what gives? I was joking!" Billy was the next to get up followed by Randy.

"Hey Y/n? Are you doing anything Saturday? Me and Syd were going to hang out this weekend you could totally join." You knew Stu and Billy had plans to hang out with you and by the look on Stu's face he'd be upset if you said yes to Tatum. "Can't. My dad's going to be gone this weekend so I have to house sit." The smile on Stu's face was far from innocent. "You think with a killer on the loose you should be home alone?" She had a point but you doubted there was a serial killer running around. "I know how to lock my doors I'll be fine. Promise."

The school day went by fast thankfully. But once again everyone crowded around your car. "I'm not giving you a ride today." You shook your head. "I was thinking we could all go riding around maybe go to the mall? Someone's got to give you a tour." Stu said gesturing to the friend group you know found yourself a part of. "You don't have to of course." Sydney chimed in. She was probably the nicest one out of the group. "Who's got money for gas?" In an instant Stu handed you a crumpled up 100 dollar bill. "That should cover it and don't ask where its been." He noticed the shock on your face. "Don't worry there's more where that came from." He winked at you and Tatum rolled her eyes. You shoved the bill in your purse snapping it shut.

"Ive got work today so I'll catch you all later." Randy said as he walked away. You felt a little bad you were relieved at his absence. "Okay I've got bench seats so three people can sit up front and three in the back. "I call back seat with Stu." Tatum pulled at his shirt dragged him to the back. "No doing anything weird back there this is my dad's car." Tatum just laughed and Stu stuck his tounge out shaking it at you in protest. "Oh shit I forgot I've got to study for that exam tomorrow. I have to get home." Stu started to boo and Tatum echoed her boyfriend. "We'll only be gone a couple hours Syd."

"I have to pass this test Billy. You go ahead and go. You guys have fun!" She grabbed her bag and headed off towards the busses. Billy sat in the passenger seat again same aggravated look on his face. "Would it kill you to smile?" You asked lightheartedly. He turned to you flashing the fakest smile you'd ever seen. "See was that so hard?" Sarcasm dripping off your words. "Incredibly."

The mall wasn't hard to find after Tatum gave you some directions. You weren't sure how this little outing would go. On one hand it was nice having friends and spending time with people but on the other you and Billy were third wheeling. You had only been through half the stores and Stu already managed to spend an egregious amount. "Ooh help me pick out a set." Tatum said pulling Stu into the Victoria's Secret. Billy followed them in so you had no choice but to follow suit. "Do you have a boyfriend?" Billy asked as he touched the lace fabric on a teddy. "Odd question to ask considering you have a girlfriend."

"Fuck me for trying to make conversation." You laughed and decided to play along. "I do. We're trying the whole long distance thing." Billy found it hard to make eye contact with you. Choosing to play with and pick up anything around him to keep his hands busy. "He's probably cheating you know? Teenage boys do that." You're beginning to think both him and Stu have absolutely no filter. "Probably but it's not the like the guys around here are any better. I mean look at you and Stu." You're eyes flickered over to Stu holding up a bra to his chest declaring he was a girl. With a shake of the head you turn back to Billy. His eyes met with yours and for the first time he didn't advert his gaze. "Do you wear anything like this?" He gestured towards the thongs and see through bras.

"Nah I'm more into ropes and whips." You joke thinking if anyone would find it funny he would. His eye grew just a tiny bit wider surprised at your response. His lips quirked upwards a small smirk playing at his mouth. "I'm kidding!" Your face grew hot as he looked back down at what you were wearing. "No you're not. You're a freak. It's always the nice girls." Scoffing at that you wiped your hands down your dress trying to pull it further down your legs.

He smiled knowing he was making you uncomfortable. "You're a real creep you know that?" He held up in hands in fake surrender. "You caught me." Tatum shouted your name from across the store. "That's my que." You had no idea where she was or what she was doing. "She's in the dressing room I offered to help but ya know." He raised his eyebrows suggestively as if you didn't already know what he meant.

"Tatum it's me." You knocked on the door and it opened immediately. Her arm stuck out grabbing you and pulling you in. "You've got to stop doing that." You said in a hushed voice. "Opinions?" She said as she spun around practically naked. The red lace nightie left little to the imagination. "Um I think it looks cute. It doesn't cover much does it?" You ask and she laughed. "That's the point silly. You don't think it makes me look fat?" She was so skinny you worried about were her organs were let alone be over weight. "You look fine hun. I'm gonna go check on the guys." She said alright and let you slip out of the dressing room.

"We got you something." Stu shook the bag in front of your face startling you. "He got it." Billy spoke up as you took the bag from Stu. "No you grabbed it and said it would-" A swift punch to the ribs shut the blonde boy up. "Don't open it till later." Billy said and for some reason you agreed. "Is she about done in there?" The door opened and Tatum eagerly ran to the checkout desk. Stu like a puppy followed right behind her leaving you and Billy alone again.

"What did you get me?" Once again his eyes were on the floor. "Wouldn't you like to know?" He quipped his eyes finally reaching your face. "I would. That's why I asked." You both smiled at the small reenactment. "You didn't have to get me anything especially from here." He grabbed the bag from you tying the ribbon strings together. "Don't get too excited it's not a ball gag or anything." You smacked his arm snatching the bag back. "Plus I didn't pay for it. Rich boy over there did." He pointed at Stu.

"I'm hitting up Spencer gifts who's coming with me?" Going into that store with Stu was probably the dumbest thing you could do. "I'm in." You said mentally regretting it. "I'll go where you go." Tatum said as she hugged his arm. The last one to go was Billy. "Let's just get this over with." Stu practically ran to the opposite end of the mall with Tatum tossed over his shoulder. "There's no way your feet aren't killing you." Billy said looking down at your heels.

"I grew up in high heels mister. I could run in these bad boys if I had to." You weren't kidding. Growing up in a household where you had church every Sunday and you only had one pair of sneakers, you could run in heels. "I doubt that." He was getting more comfortable around you. Billy didn't even realize it. He used to be fun. He used to screw around and let loose like Stu does. Since his mom left and the world seemed to collapse around him he just had one to many stabs in the back.

"Wanna race?" He looked at you with a childlike curiosity. He would win he knew that much. Considering his murderous tendencies he could beat you in ten seconds flat. "I run to the store and if you catch me before I get there you win. What do you say?" Before he could answer you took off running. It was supposed to be fun for the both of you. A little game of cat and mouse. What you didn't realize was how seriously he would take it. The simple sound of his boots gaining up on you was terrifying. Your laughter stopped as you sped up.

You ran around people, who were then pushed out of the way by Billy. This was no longer a game. He was trying to catch you. The click of your heels got faster and faster till you ran into someone. "Woah there what's going on?" You looked up and saw Stu waiting at the door of Spencer's. You won. Billy was just two steps behind you the entire time. "Damnit!" He exclaimed appearing genuinely pissed that he didn't grab you. Tatum chimed in asking him what the hell was going on. After all to them it seemed like something horribly wrong had happened. "We were just playing. I told him we'd race each other." You looked back at Billy trying to catch his breath.

"Billy Loomis playing a game? Now that's unheard of." Stu gasped as he walked in the store. You approached Billy deciding to check on him. Your hand touched his shoulders as they heaved up and down. "Are you okay?" His hand wrapped around your wrist tighten enough to bare pain. "I'm fine." He flung your hand away, leaving you behind as he walked in the store. So much for that. It was hot and cold with him. You couldn't figure it out and you weren't sure if you wanted to.

Stu and Tatum were over in the novelty section making dirty jokes and just getting on each other's nerves. You didn't know where Billy went. You walked to the back of the store ignoring the adult toy section. You looked down at your stockings noticing the big rip on your right leg. "Shit!" You cursed picking at the hole. Going through the short selection of stockings they had to offer you finally settled on a pair. They were thigh highs which is something you usually didn't wear. Victoria's secret bag and stockings in hand you walked up to the cashier and paid.

Afterwards you met up with Stu and Tatum who were as equally ready to leave as you were. "Where's Billy?" She asked. "I have no idea." Stu leaned over trying to peak into the Spencer bag. "You get something from the back?" You did but you weren't going to be honest about it. "I did. I got it for Tatum though. She deserves at least six inches." She started to laugh as Stu acted all dramatic. "Ha ha really funny. Go ahead laugh it up. I'll have you know she's perfectly content with what she's got." Tatum shook her head making you laugh even harder. "You guys ready to go?"

"Where'd you go?" You asked Billy as he shoved his hands in his pockets. "Bathroom." You're not sure what you did to piss him off. Is he butthurt that you beat him in a race? That can't be it he's not 5. He shouldn't be upset by such a small thing. "Let's go bitches!" Stu and Tatum walked hand in hand once again leaving you and Billy to talk. "Did I do something wrong?" You ask gingerly not to upset him further. "No." Another one word answer.

"We can race again. I'll let you catch me this time. I'll play dead and everything if you'd like." You laughed trying everything in your power to make him tolerate you again. "You would?" You weren't being serious but if that's what it took so be it. "If you'll stop being mad at me I will." That somehow put a smile on his face. "Should I start running?" You joke and he actually chuckles. "No no. We'll save that for later."

Everyone makes their way to your car getting in the same seats as before. "I know where Stu lives where do you two live?" You sit your bags in the floor next to Billy's black combat boots. "I'm going to her house before I go home so you can take me there. She's going to take me home before they pick up Sydney." She proceeds to giggle at the admission. "Just drop me off at Stu's" Billy says as he slicks his hair back. "Do you live at Stu's place?" You start the car leaving the mall in your rearview mirror. "Stu's parents are never home so they practically live together."

Billy looked out the window not making eye contact with anyone in the car. "Means I throw the best damn parties our school has ever seen." Stu and Tatum rejoiced in the back. That fact left more questions than answers. It made sense why Stu seemed to be so flippant with money. It even explained his overall behavior. Billy's case however was different. How bad was it at his house that he needed to live with Stu? In all honesty you felt bad for both the boys.

"Hey Billy open the glove compartment and play something." He did as told until he saw the contents of the glove box. "What the hell?" He said as he pulled out an 8 track. "Listen my dad had an 8 track player put in back in the 70s so that's all I got." With a smile on his face he dug through all the boxes.

Pushing the tape into the car AC/DC blasted through the speakers. "How'd I know you'd pick that one?" He carefully put all the tapes back where he got them. "I have good taste what can I say?" He shrugged. First stop was Tatum's house. She gave you the directions which you quickly found out she lives on the same street as you. "Your lights on upstairs is your dad home? I saw your car in the driveway this morning." Tatum asked pointing at your house. Fuck. "So this is where the mysterious Betty Crocker lives." Stu laughed putting on his best Vincent Price voice. Billy was just satisfied in knowing where you live. "Yeah my dad is. He's probably sleeping though he's got to get up early in the morning which means I've have to get home so scoot." You waved the couple out of your car quickly.

You pulled away getting just a couple houses down the road before your car began to stall. "What's wrong?" Billy asked as you look around. "I don't know it hasn't done this before." You turned the car off and on again but nothing happened. "Does it have gas?" You didn't get gas. The crumpled 100 was still shoved in your purse. "Son of a bitch." You cursed as you hit the steering wheel. "Hop out I've got to go get the gas can out of my garage."

"Do I get a house tour?" You stayed quiet genuinely upset at your ignorance. "Listen when we go inside I want you to be quiet. Okay?" Billy nodded as you unlocked your front door. "Holy shi-" You immediately covered his mouth. "I told you to be quiet." Slowly you pulled your hand away and he stepped into the house. "What year do you think it is?" You shut the door as quietly as possible knowing your dad could get up at anytime. "Oh shut up." Billy looked around at the old pictures, the old decor, really the old everything. Billy didn't come from rich parents like Stu. Your house was definitely bigger and better but it didn't have the rich person feel. Billy's house wasn't the problem for him, it was the people in it. It used to be a happy home but all that was waiting for him now was alcohol and fights.

While you sat your bags down he looked around the place. It looked like no one had bought anything new for the place since the 70s. The TV in the living room was 90% wood and the kitchen was a tacky yellow. All the appliances on the counters had to be at least 20 years old. Hell the phone on the wall was a rotary dial phone. Billy felt like he was walking into the Myers house.

"Let's go!" You whisper yelled at him the heavy gas can pulling on your arm. "Give it to me." Billy grabbed the can with ease helping you out the front door. He went ahead and filled the car up for you so you could run the empty can back inside. "Thank you." You said with a huff throwing yourself in the driver seat. "It's nothing." He replied already ready to go. Before you did anything you peeled the heels off your feet tossing them in the back seat. The next to come off were your ripped stockings. Billy watched as your upper thigh was exposed. He could see the hem of your pink underwear before you caught him.

"Perv." You smiled knowing he had to be a little flustered. He just shook his head looking at the ceiling. You threw the stockings in the back seat with your shoes. Billy cleared his throat trying to start up a conversation."Your house is nice." You breathed out a laugh as you started the car. "You don't have to lie."

Billy's demeanor changed once again. Now that it was just you and him he had one leg bent on the seat so his body could face towards you. Even though your eyes were on the road you could feel his burning holes in you. "I mean it. It's different. Better than all those rich bitches we go to school with." He wasn't lying. It was hard to find anyone who had an actual personality these days.

"I know it's not everyone's cup of tea. My dad doesn't really care what I do with the house as long as there is food on the table when he gets home." Billy bit his lip in thought. "So you did all of that?" He found it impressive to say the least. "Not really. I haven't messed with much since my grandparents passed. The way the kept things always seemed nice as a kid. And I don't see the sense in wasting money on new stuff when I've got perfectly good old stuff that works." He saw the way your eyes grew wide when Stu handed you that hundred. You're not a money person. You were modest. Going through the mall you only bought one thing for yourself while Tatum begged for everything she saw.

"How often is your dad gone?" He asked. A dangerous question to answer if Billy's asking it. "He can be gone for weeks at a time. He's a truck driver. He goes where his boss tells him to go." The car goes quiet for a little while. Luckily for you it's comfortable. "What about you? How's your mom and dad?" You meant nothing hateful by it and he knew that. "I live with my dad too. My parents split up." You could feel him putting those walls back up. It was night and day with Billy. Slowly you car came to a stop in Stu's driveway. "My mom isn't in the picture either. You know if that shit ever starts to bother you, you can call me. As long as your girlfriends okay with it that is." You grabbed a pen out of the glove compartment gently pulling Billy's hand towards your lap.

His hand sat on top of your right thigh as you touched the tip of the pen to your tongue. Carefully your wrote down your phone number where the numbers were visible. Billy for the first time in awhile, he was the one who was scared. Scared of moving even the tiniest bit. A simple harsh breath would ruin whatever this was. Softly you brought his hand up to your face blowing cool air on the drying ink. "There ya go." You tossed his hand back, your gentle nature now gone. "But um yeah if you ever need to talk you can call me."

Funny enough he didn't want to call you. "Sure." Was all he could muster up. Billy finally decided he didn't want you dead like the rest of them. You were kind enough not to piss people off but you were sure of what you wanted. Too trusting, yes but it definitely helped his case. He'd have to make a new plan one that doesn't get you hurt. Well, one that doesn't get you killed.

Part 3

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dogloveri23 · 3 months

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Don’t leave me…please

Pairing: Suguru Geto x reader

Warning: Angst,heartbreak

A/n: I regret ever picking up jjk. I love the anime but it tears me into pieces more than my own writing. Anyway expect some angst in the coming days.

"If I left for good, would you be sad?", You heard Suguru ask. His eyes didn't seek yours like they used to. Instead, they remained fixed on the roof of your bedroom. It was out of the blue.

You'd been enjoying the comfortable silence between you both as his head rested idly in your lap. Drinking in each other's presence and enjoying the silent company. The empty cups of tea sat on your desk and the scratches of pencil against paper filled the room

"What kind of question is that, Suguru? You aren't planning something stupid, are you? Leave the stupid plans to Satoru," you scolded with a small smile on your face and yet his expression remained the same. Stoic. You glanced at him briefly before adjusting the nose on your sketch of him.

"Why? Because he's the strongest?", He asked.

Your eyes widened as you watched him, your once busy hands freed up to stroke his hair. He seemed to realize the impact of his actions a few moments later and shot you a small smile. It was too late. You'd seen straight through him. He had been bothered by something but you'd never expect it to be about Gojo.

"You're both considerably strong Geto. Who's stronger doesn't really matter as long as you're both safe. But to answer your question...if you left... death would be my only solace."

His breath hitched as the subtle rising and falling of his chest stopped. His head snapped to look you in the eyes finally. His black eyes stared into yours.

"Don't say that."

"What?"

"Even if I left, I don't want you to stop living, ever. Do you understand?", He asked, his usual softness replaced by complete firmness.

You swallow harshly and send him a small nod. At the time it was an odd conversation between you both. It made no sense to you but he was your senior, you didn't think anything of it. You were a first year and yet you'd captured him entirely. Whether it was your sound course technique, your cute doodles or your ability to bake, you wrapped him around your finger.

The subtle glances you shot his way and the sly jokes you make, all of it made him love you even more.

"Stay safe. Don't be too hasty, don't get too close, okay?", He instructed as he got up from your lap, so you could get ready. It was your first solo mission and he was meant to head to a village to resolve issues there.

"Suguru, I'll be fine."

"Just come back in one piece okay?"

"I will," you said, smiling brightly at him.

If you'd known what would happen in that village, you'd have kissed him. You'd have forced him to stay. You'd have admitted you loved him there and then. You'd let him hear it from your own lips and absorb it into his soul. You'd have done everything in your power to stop him and take on the mission yourself. You wouldn't be storming past a crowd of people in Shinjuku trying to reach him.

"Geto, please stop this!"

"I'm sorry. But this is where our paths must differ."

"Geto, please! Please don't do this", You yelled to him causing him to stop.

He allowed you to close the distance between you both till you were standing in front of him. He had looked worse. Worse than he did before. He looked like he slept less than he did before.

"God. I've missed you. I really have," He said.

"Geto, please... come home."

"I can't", He said flashing you a smile. The smile you'd always loved, especially when he directed the smile towards you. But you didn't want it this way. Not in this situation.

"Why? Why can't you! Don't you care? About Gojo? Shoko? me-"

"I care more for you than you can imagine."

"I don't-"

"I love you. I love you, I want you to be alive. That's part of the reason I'm doing this"

"Killing an entire village, I don't understand Suguru"

He laughed softly. His hand reached out to yours as he brought it up to his lips and pecked it. They were soft, you'd always imagined what it would be like to feel them against you but it wasn't like any of the fantasies in your head. It was more solemn. His hand rested under your chin as he tilted your face upward.

He paused as his eyes scanned your face. He was drinking in your appearance, every detail of how you looked and every memory of how you felt. He revelled in them because he wasn't sure when next he'd see you. He didn't want you to meet the same fate as the others. If killing all non-sorcerers was how he was going to stop it. He would kill them a thousand worlds over.

He brought his face closer to yours as his other hand rested on your waist. "I love you y/n. I always have. I always will. My actions don't have to make sense. Just know that I'll always think of you, I'll always only want you. Stay safe till I come back."

His lips collided with yours before you could respond. They fit together perfectly like it was always meant to be like this. You and him together. His lips accommodated yours, they danced alongside yours to a song that only the both of you knew. It was perfect. He was perfect for you.

He broke the kiss apart slowly and pecked you once more on the forehead before turning to leave. "I love you too Suguru...Don't leave ...please," you whispered as he made his way farther and farther away from you and into the abyss of the crowd. A small smile on his face and his mind filled with memories of the both of you.

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pillowspace · 5 months

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i have a super very real theory that Sun from celstail sundown is actually megamind

you see. in chapter 4 y/n goes to a place and does things and talks to this guy, right? and then a couple more stuff happens and they call Sun 'Bernard'

if you've seen megamind then you know that he totally accepts the name bernard after dehydrating the libary guy named bernard and stealing his looks. and then in celstaisndal sundown Sun totally accepts then name bernard after y/n panics and picks a random name. He even makes jokes out of it.

That is how this very real theory came to be.

and i have proof.

after rewatching the film (i did not rewatch it. i just want to sound like i'm not sleep deprived) you know that when Megamind dehydrates bernard and steals his looks, bernard goes from a very bored uncaring underpaid guy to a very happy and charismatic fella.

we know, based off what Sun has said in the book, that the other gods are meanie butts and don't like mortals and stuff. (idk man) So maybe the real god of day is a meanie butt like the rest, but megamind stole their body and became the super nice Sun man we know and love.

you may be thinking (at this point you probably aren't thinking) "oh but clownnstuff, how would Megamind get the day powers and stuff." Well, my friend. if you've seen the movie you'd know that towards the end when Titan is going all evil bad-guy crazy, Megamind takes Metroman's form and 'gets his powers' through his technotagy.

Sun's heat? obviously a heated blanket and/or body suit. Sun's ability to know the time at all times? Megamind literally transitions forms through a watch. Sun bleeds gold stuff? totally 100% juice boxes.

"but clownnstuff, gods aren't mortal like bernard and stuff. How could the dehydration gun work on them" number one. do not deny megamind's ability to 'become' a god. number 2. teh dehydration gun sucks all the hydration out of the target. We know Sun has some sort of liquids in his body because when he's first introduced he's bleeding and stuff. i think blood might have water in it, idk. it's liquid and can be removed or smth. number THREE i just remebered that they do not have to be dehydrated before Megamind can transform into them. Tehy are scanned before getting dehydrated, the dehydration process is just to make sure there aren't 2 of the same person walking around or for surprise attacks and stuff. All megamind would have to do is scan Sun and scidadle the flip out of there. and it would't be too much of a worry because why would a god just come to earth?

so i think maybe after megamind scanned Sun, sun got all mad and stuff and is like 'fee fi foe fum, your forhead looks liek a bum' and beats the crap out of megamind. So Megamind makes a narrow escape and teleports to a strange forest place (y/n's backyard place) but ends up in a bloody mess and just lays there.

also moon is totally that fish guy. But megamind knew that a God named 'Minion' would not be a good god name so because Sun's name is Sun he thought that the other guy was obviously Moon. also, the reason Megamind (sun) is desperate to get back to the Celestial realm is because he totally aciidentally left minion there and dropped the machine thing that allows him to travel from the mortal realm to teh celeastial realm so minion cannot get home.

it all makes sense if you truly and genuinly beleive me.

but that's just a theory. A BOOK THEORY!

(i apparently wrote this theory at 4 am a couple days ago)

#ask #celestial sundown au #UAHAHAHA!?!??#DAMN ITTTTT THEYRE FIGURING OUT MY SECRETS

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chuuyrr · 2 years

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LOL, I got an angsty idea! (i listen to only love can hurt like this-Paloma Faith 😔 and I got the angsty idea)

It was one of those days where gojo was stressed and being a child whose learning about the world, didn't understand this, having enough of his child trying to get his attention he yelled at her, and that bottled anger and stress caused him to erupt at his daughter

Baby scarlet tried her best to not look in her father's eyes afraid she'll cry while he was yelling at her that 'he never wanted her, she should just leave! he never wanted more burdens in his life.' as he finished he slammed the door and left. if he felt that way then she should just go and leave.

As she finished packing her things and left in the middle of the night to who knows where

It was morning and gojo remembered the horrible things he said to his precious kikufuku, he came to check on how she was doing and apologize but she wasn't in her bedroom... Some stuff was messing in his daughter's bedroom, then it suddenly hit him. Did baby scarlet take his words to heart? No... Gojo was in denial, he searched everywhere in the house but no trace of his daughter. Guilt ate him up, how could he say such things to her? He was determined to find her, he called Megumi and got an entire army of sorcerers just so he can tell baby Scarlet he didn't mean any of those things he said.

It was 3 in the morning toji got a knock on his door. He opens the door to find his daughter with bags in her hand, toji blinked so he can confirm he wasn't dreaming "hello Daddy!" baby scarlet ran to hug him "Hello princess what are you doing here so early baby?" he picked her up and hugged her tightly, "daddy? Can I stay with you please?" "Princess, you're always welcome" toji placed her down and pinch both of her cheeks with both hands "but where is gojo?"

I'm getting a little carried away😅 I thought it was a good idea at but I have no experience in writing or brainstorming like you❤ the beginning in gojos parts were kinda angsty and tojis parts are fluff idk

when gojo satoru "doesn't want" scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader anymore

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for jujutsu kaisen, major themes of angst (not for the soft-hearted) with light themes of fluff, mentions of scarlet witch's powers and parental stress

╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! jujutsu kaisen x reader (dad! gojo satoru & biological dad! fushiguro toji)

hello kie!! thank you so much for being patient and for requesting :) honestly, i think it's a really good angst, and by that i mean, and just seeing it before writing it out literally had tears in my eyes but i made it extra angsty-

emotions tends to get the best of us, don't they? at least, that's what your itadori yuuji-nii told you when your older brother megumi said he didn't want you. although you'd still like to believe in and hang onto that, you just couldn't in this situation. right now what your adoptive dad, gojo satoru, was displaying and saying doesn't seem to be unintentional at all.

you just wanted his attention and being a child who knows too little about the world, you didn't really understood gojo's stress—how being a teacher, a jujutsu sorcerer and a parent to you who's literally a being of chaos that's almost the equivalent of a god due to your abilities, at the same time was a handful.

it hadn't been easy for gojo satoru.

you looked up at him, your chest heaving up and down, almost hyperventilating from the horrible lump on your throat and the churning in your stomach. you could feel tears threatening to spill from your eyes as his screams filled your ears, but you remained strong, trying to hold it in.

"those aren't just papers! those are important documents!" gojo yelled, rubbing his face harshly before glaring at you, "goddamnit [name], why can't you just stop being annoying for once?! you're always such a handful!"

"i-i.. i was just.." your lips trembled as you tried to form words, but you failed miserably.

"those fucking elders and this damned system of the jujutsu world is already stressful, and i've got students to teach if i want to reset the jujutsu world!" gojo continued, not caring if his beloved child was already in tears and practically trembling from the way he raised his voice, "you know what? you wanna know something?"

when gojo approached you, you swallowed hard and took a step back as he bent down to your height to raise and angrily point a finger at you.

"i never wanted you! did you think i wanted you? you aren't even mine to begin with!" gojo spat bitterly, unveiled six eyes practically burning with a red haze of fury, "so, leave for all i care! i already have enough burden on me, and i don't need another one!"

with that, the limitless sorcerer stormed away, but not before slamming your bedroom door shut and leaving you alone.

"please don't cry.. please don't cry.. please don't.." as your lips trembled, you closed your eyes and curled up into a ball on the floor.

you rocked yourself in an attempt to calm yourself down, repeating your words like a mantra, but as soon as gojo was out of your right, it all came crashing down.

you couldn't keep it in any longer.

bitter and salty tears spilled from the brim of your eyes and rolled down your cheek as you sobbed, especially when you heard gojo's frustrated screams outside your room. you sobbed uncontrollably within the walls of your bedroom, letting out gibberish cries. you panicked as you blinked back tears and tried to even out your breathing. you could feel yourself losing control of your chaos magic.

"n-no, no, no.." when red psionics began to emanate from them due to your amplified emotions right now, you shook your head and waved your hands, "y-you can't come out!"

so, not only were you struggling to control your breathing and stop the tears from falling, but you were also struggling to keep your chaos magic at bay, as if controlling them while your emotions were heightened at the same time. you kept taking deep breaths with your eyes closed until you succeeded, at least for the time being.

after you had calmed down, you remembered gojo's words about how you were just a handful, how you could just go, and how you were a burden to him. those words he yelled at you rang in your ears and repeated inside your head.

he wasn't wrong was he?

gojo said it himself.

he's not your father.

you weren't his.

wiping the tears from your eyes and down your cheeks, you rose from your spot and dashed to your back to begin shoveling your essentials, which included stuffies and clothes.

if that's what gojo wants, you should really just go—to your real father, that is.

you took your bags with you and opened your window after packing your essentials. you live in a two-story house, and given your height, the jump would be relatively high for you, but you have no choice. you lacked the courage to open the door and see gojo outside. you took a deep breath and stood on the window sill one last time before taking the leap of faith.

you fled the house without saying anything and made a run for it as soon as you landed on the ground, your chaos magic lightly cushioning your fall. you then used your chaos magic to teleport once you were a good distance away from your house so gojo wouldn't notice the immense energy of your power.

using the connection you have with your biological father, you found him quickly. you've been to his house before, and despite his lack of cursed energy, the fact that he's your biological father made it simple. it was three a.m. when the ex-assassin heard your knocks at his door. you were standing in front of his house, clutching your bags, your eyes widening as you heard his familiar footsteps and low grumbles of "who could be knocking at my door at this fucking hour?"

when the door swung open, toji was about to give whoever was knocking an earful of reprimand when his gaze fell upon you, his late wife's beloved daughter. toji's eyes widened in surprise as you watched.

"[name]?" toji muttered as he blinked repeatedly to see if he was dreaming.

"hello daddy!" you chimed happily before dropping your bags and sprinting over to him, wrapping your tiny arms around his legs.

toji went to pick you up in his arms as he recovered from his shock. "hey, princess," he greeted you with a smile, managing a soft chuckle as he hugged you tightly, it's been a long time since he last saw you. "what are you doing here so early, baby?" he wasn't dreaming.

"daddy?" you began as you buried your face into his neck.

"yes, baby?" toji questioned, concerned about how quiet your voice had become, "what is it?"

"can i please stay with you?" you inquired, wrapping your tiny arms around his neck.

before placing you down and kneeling to your height, toji turned his head and kissed the top of your head, "princess you're always welcome to stay here with me."

he then cupped your cheeks in his much larger hands. "but where the hell is gojo?" toji raised a brow and looked around, trying to find the limitless sorcerer who looked after you.

"he's, um, back at home.." you muttered, looking down at your feet to avoid toji's gaze when they shifted back to you, "sleeping, i think.. yeah!"

"you came here all by yourself?" toji's eyes widened.

"i did! it's just that.. i mean.." you paused for a brief moment when you flit your eyes up to him.

you didn't want toji to be worried, and you knew he'd be upset when he found out what gojo had said. it might just lead to another fight between them, but this time it won't be about riko, but about you.

"i missed you!" you exclaimed, looking at toji with hopeful eyes, "and i wanna stay with you."

"alright princess. i hear you." toji sighed, shaking his head at you but with a smile.

how could he ever resist you?

gojo was still wide awake at home. the limitless sorcerer couldn't find a peace of mind. he felt remorse after yelling at you and slamming the door. as he tried to sleep, all he could do was toss and turn and stare at the ceiling. gojo did not mean anything he said to you. he was simply exhausted and burnt out to the bone.

gojo dragged himself out of bed with a heavy heart and turned to check the time. it was already morning, and he hadn't gotten any sleep. all he could think about was the tears streaming down your cheeks and the fear in your eyes last night. he must put things right. gojo came out of his room, walked down the corridor, and knocked on your door.

"kikufuku? you awake, baby?" gojo's voice was quiet when he spoke, "can we talk? please?"

silence.

"[name], i'm really sorry for everything. please come out and talk to your daddy," gojo tried knocking on your bedroom door again, but you still didn't respond, "i didn't mean any of those things i said to you. i'll make it up to you, i swear."

just silence again.

gojo took a deep breath before entering your bedroom, assuming you were upset that you weren't talking to him. he stepped inside, twisting the knob and pushing the door, only to find you gone. he was immediately panicked by the empty bedroom.

"[name]?! [name]!" gojo yelled your name as he dashed towards your bed, checking both under the covers and the bed itself.

gojo drew his blindfold down to his neck, allowing his eyes to scan everything, and that's when he realized some of your things, as well as some of your stuffies, had gone missing.

your wardrobe was left open, your leftover clothes a jumble, but what made his heart clench painfully was how you left the stuffies that gojo got you and only took the ones that yuuji, megumi, yuuta, and nanami got you.

most importantly, your window had been left wide open, which could only mean one thing;

you took his words to heart, and the tables turned right at that instant.

this time, it was gojo whose eyes were welling up with tears that threatened to spill. he could feel it running down his throat, along with the guilt and remorse that was sinking into his skin and painfully stabbing him, and it wasn't even enough to call it "death by a thousand cuts."

"no, this can't be.." he said to himself in denial.

gojo bolted out of your room, wiping his glossy aquamarine eyes, to look for you in the house, hoping you were still there.

"[name]! where are you?! please answer me!" gojo cried out once more, but you still weren't anywhere to be found.

gojo then took out his phone and dialed megumi, and then every jujutsu sorcerer he could think of in his desperate attempt to find you, be with you again, and sincerely apologize for saying so many things he didn't mean, but you?

all you could think about right now was how you finally felt at home and comfortable as you stayed with your father, snoring peacefully in his embrace after arriving at his house at three a.m.

your real father to be exact.

someone who actually wanted you, someone who regretted losing you in the past, and not someone who sees you as a burden.

bringing him back and returning to him was the right decision.

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larcenywrites · 1 year

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Work Sucks

young!Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: comfort/fluff | mild swearing |

Summary: The harshness of life starts catching up after having it easy for so long when a young Tony Stark is suddenly thrust into the position of CEO. Luckily, he still has you around to pick him back up.

Word Count: 1.5K

"Tony, you're going to be late," you sang to him as you walked past his bedroom that you now shared, hurrying to get a start on your own errands for the morning. You barely caught his groggy groan in protest, but you didn't have time to drag him out of bed this morning. It wasn't unusual for him to stay in bed until he only had about ten minutes to get ready, but he always managed to pull through.

That is, until you came back home a couple of hours later with his car still sitting in the garage. A few minutes late was normal, but never a few hours. You weren't sure what to be worried about first, but you definitely weren't going to let his pesky COO, Obadiah Stane, get to him first. You hastily made your way back to the bedroom.

And there he was, right where you had left him earlier this morning. Except he was sitting up, halfway out of the covers, and staring at you like he'd just been caught red-handed. He probably thought you were going to be gone for longer, and was going to use that time to lounge around before making an escape right before you got back. You'd never think anything of it and you never would've known! If it had worked out, that is.

Normally you wouldn't care if he wanted to be late or skip, but he was a very important person now. And you were more worried about him getting chewed out for the fifth time this month (that you knew of) by that same COO you were talking about earlier, or worried that something was wrong. You were cautious with the framing of your next question.

"Tony, are you feeling okay?" You were genuinely worried, but he saw through to your real question of: why aren't you at work? That alert look on his face drooped into defeat.

"I don't wanna go," he mumbled tiredly, laying back into his original spot and curling into the sheets, back turned to you. "Working sucks." How unfortunate that the man who'd never worked a day in his life became a CEO of all things practically overnight. The position wasn't as much fun, money, and power as those old assholes would like you to think, or maybe it was just because all his time was spent trying to learn decades of needed experience within months. It was a huge learning curve with plenty of intolerable mistakes, taxing late nights with unforgiving early mornings, and unfortunately, that pretty engineering degree didn't quite make up for his lack of business prowess. Who could blame him for not wanting to go? Well, besides Stane, of course.

"Ready to quit already?" You half-heartedly joked. He didn't answer you. Odd, you thought. He loved to complain! And he loved to complain to you, more specifically. Usually in the hopes of getting you to stroke his victim card (among other things). But he wasn't. Instead, he was suffering in silence.

"What is it, love?" You kept your tone soft, kicking off your shoes and crawling over to him. He still wasn't budging, even when you snuggled your way into his neck and brought an arm around to play your fingers through those soft curls. You gently nudged him further. "What's going on in that pretty head?"

There was a heavy sigh, one that seemed to take away all of that tension in his shoulders and let him relax against you. For a moment, you thought he was falling asleep. God knows he needed it. But the meek voice that finally piped up let you know otherwise.

"I don't even know what I'm doing."

"That's okay," you reassured him, ready to play support, but were quickly interrupted.

"No, it's not," he spoke a little louder this time, tone laced with frustration and offended that you'd even imply that anything was okay. He pushed his face into the pillow in a type of fit, squirming against you to release some of that pent-up energy. You patiently stayed where you were. He really shouldn't have been expected to do so much so soon after the loss of his parents, and barely at the age of 21 at that. But the show must go on, or whatever they say. On top of that, he was hardly involved with the company to begin with; never listening to his father and never paying attention when he accompanied him places. So he really didn't know what he was doing, and Stane wasn't the most patient of mentors. So maybe things weren't okay, but-

"Dad was right," he finally said in defeat, pulling the blanket over his face. He didn't want you to look at him. "I'm a fuck-up."

"Oh, Tony, he never said that." You nearly pleaded it, sitting up a little and gently rubbing over his shoulder. This wasn't simply about his work life.

"He didn't have to." He was lost somewhere he'd never really been, normally so unbothered and full of life. You'd never seen him look so dejected, not even after those always-heated arguments with his dad that… were always kinda sorta about him needing to get his act together. To get a plan. You could understand where this whole "fuck-up” narrative was coming from. It was something he didn't get to fix in time, and now he was struggling to pick up the pieces. So that was where you'd come in.

"Well, my Tony is smart," you started, leaving a kiss to his temple before leaning over him. "And sweet." You carefully pulled at the sheet covering his face. He didn't try to stop you. "And he always finds a way to make things work." He was still half-buried in his pillow, staring at nothing, but it wasn't going to discourage you.

"And I love him more than anything." He spared you a quick glance, looking up at you as if he'd never heard you say that before finding interest in the wall in front of him again. "And I'm proud of him for even trying." Those dark whiskey eyes stayed on you this time, hopeful and loved. You were probably the only person that had told him that in a long time. He almost smiled for a moment.

"We have a lot to live up to," he whispered, the fear of having so much on his shoulders evident in his timid tone.

"We?" You asked, a bit amused.

"Well, I don't wanna do it alone," he said quietly, rolling onto his back while you loomed over him. You took the opportunity, making yourself comfortable on top of him and resting your cheek next to him on the pillow.

"I'm with you every step of the way," you reminded him. You couldn't fight his battles for him or be a CEO, but there was some comfort in knowing you'd be here even on the bad days. He never did put that plan together that his dad kept telling him to get, but, at the very least, he knew you were a part of it.

He stared at the ceiling with distant eyes, a trace of a smile on his lips. Your noses nearly touched when he turned to look at you. He looked so tired, but it didn't damper his always-loving gaze.

Nor that familiar gleam of mischief in his eye.

"Do you think I should grow a beard?" He wasn't back to normal, but you were still relieved at the silly question suddenly on his mind instead. You giggled, watching him bring a hand from under the covers to stroke along his jaw. "You'd look like a real CEO with one of those," you bantered.

"I don't look like one now?" He looked at you with that signature pout on his baby face, far younger than his other counterparts.

"You'll get there," you quietly teased, bringing your hand to his cheek and smiling at how he looked a bit more peaceful this time when he closed his eyes.

"But speaking of CEOs," you trailed off, feeling bad for breaking the peace when that frown came back with a whine behind it. "Can we just lay here for a little longer?" His eyes fluttering open stopped you from finishing that thought. How could you say no to those pleading eyes? And that sweet kiss to your palm that he only did because he knew it made you melt? You knew who'd be on your ass later even as you spoke it. "I can call in sick for you."

He hummed in thought.

"I might get yelled at again," he mumbled, rethinking the choice. Your heart ached at that. Honestly he's never gotten a break from being pulled into some spat or disagreement, and now everything he did was being scrutinized on an unforgiving level by people he's never even met.

"I'll make sure you don't," you promised, pressing your lips to his without warning. You'd fought Stane off Tony's case before and you'd love to do it again! He started to chase after you when you pulled away, but was instead pulled into the space beneath your chin with arms tightly wrapped around him. It was the safest he'd felt in weeks or maybe months, shielded away from anything that could hurt him even if just for a moment. You were all he had left, but thank god it was you.

Now maybe he could finally get some stress-free sleep with you smothering him.

#tony stark one shot #tony stark imagine #tony stark x reader #tony stark #iron man drabble #iron man imagine #iron man x reader #iron man fanfiction #iron man #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark fic #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel headcanons

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blakeswritingimagines · 1 year

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I know you're obsessed with me

Summary: As you and Ajax have another bitter fight where he tries to push the agenda you like him more than letting on while explaining to Xavier why he fights and pushes your buttons so often.

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: Enjoy the small update because for the next one i’m thinking over dramatic or overly sexual.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Wednesday characters nor do I claim to own them.

“You do everything in your power to avoid me, yet you still haven’t blocked my number." His voice was filled with snark and arrogance. He laughed as he heard you speak, you listened to him speak and immediately was filled with annoyance as you rolled your eyes at him and his thinking knowing even with the two of you disliking each other but never really seemed far apart of one another even if it was to simply annoy the other which always seemed to be enjoyed by the one causing it. Looking up at him with your arms crossed over your chest as you spoke.“And why would I ever block your number darling?” You said arrogantly “you couldn’t resist me if you tried and we both know it.” You said with a smirk "Yeah well, I like arguing with you. It's almost fun." You replied with an equally sarcastic tone.

Ajax chuckles, finding the whole situation entertaining then spoke up "I am pretty irresistible, aren't I?" He says with a smirk. The two of them were often like this, going back and forth to try to annoy the other. Even with how much they seemed to despise at each other, they always seemed to end up together somehow. Like the two of them had something special, something that had been there all along, yet neither of them seemed willing to admit it.

You rolled your eyes wondering how or when he got such an ego even when talking to you regardless of whatever it was you would say to him, he always seem to turn it around just to compliment himself even as he smirked it annoyed you. He always tried to act like he was so much better than you even as you thought that Ajax was known as an annoying prick around the school, with a huge ego to go along with it. He wasn't afraid to pick on people he saw as weak, and his specialty was getting under the skin of someone for months on end and making their lives miserable. But he wasn’t if only he could realize it. He always seemed to act so superior, his smartness always annoyed you to no ends but deep down you liked it, he was really annoying but you couldn’t stay away from him. “You aren’t that irresistible..”, You said slightly annoyed, deep down knowing it wasn’t true as you tried to turn your face away, even just looking at him made you feel something different than normal.

Ajax raised an eyebrow, not believing for a second that you didn't find him irresistible. Afterall, how could anyone not find a man like him the most attractive person alive? He found it quite amusing just how much you were trying, and failing, to deny your attraction towards him. It was like watching a child try to convince their parents not to buy them something they wanted, completely denying that they wanted it even though they were extremely obvious. You shook your head before giving him another look that just screamed are you fucking kidding?, You raised your middle finger towards the gorgon before smiling to yourself as you walked away for your class "let me know when your over yourself Ajax" knowing at some point or another you'd have to deal with him once more. Taking your seat and started drawing in your notebook waiting for class to start as you replayed the small spat you just left but rolled your eyes wondering how easily Ajax got under your skin especially when you could talk to every other guy at Nevermore with no issues what so ever.

Ajax watched you walk away from him, choosing to give you the silent treatment. He was so done with you being a hypocrite and denying how amazing he was. He knew that deep down, you were madly in love with him, and he could see what he figured was you pining over him every day, but he didn't want to waste time with someone who was in such denial, so he decided to ignore you, letting you come begging for his forgiveness, just like a person would with their lover. He sighed, sitting by himself at one of the many empty desks as Xavier walked into class before sitting down next to Ajax acting like nothing had happened, Glancing over at him having already heard about what happened since word moves quickly around Nevermore but chuckled as he leaned on the shared desk looking at Ajax with a raised brow "so everyone is already talking about you and Y/n...What happened this time?" He asked as his curiosity was peaked.

Ajax groans as he sits down for class. Having all of his peers looking at him and gossiping once again about him was exhausting. It seemed he had a habit of becoming the talk of the school at least three times every week, and that annoyed him more than he liked to admit. He turns towards Xavier, taking in a deep breath before answering. "Y/n and I had a little...disagreement. And now I've won. They know who the dominant one in our relationship is. There's no avoiding it. I'm better than them." Xavier slowly nodded his head in understanding even if he didn't know how this feud between you both happened or worked, shrugging his shoulders as he thought about Ajax’s words but figured it couldn't hurt to ask "do they know that? normally everyone thinks they win most of these little lover's arguments you both have".

Ajax crosses his arms, scoffing at the idea that you’ve ever won one of their arguments. He felt quite confident that he was always the one who was right in their petty rivalries, and the idea that any of them could have been in your favor annoyed him greatly. "Obviously their not going to admit that I've won. their pride would never let them. But deep down they knows they’ve been completely dominated. I've crushed them, and it's going to be a while before they forget just how much I've dominated this relationship." Xavier nodded along as he listened to his best friend but gave him a look as he started thinking, wondering to himself just how far this ran for the both of you or if it was even just an act "you keep saying you dominated them does that mean you guys are also hooking up? because that's one of the rumors i've heard going around" He spoke with a curious tone as he also tilted his head at the thought.

Ajax goes red, his face flaring up as he looks to the side, embarrassed. He hadn't expected that Xavier would go this far into the gossip, but he should have known his best friend would be keeping up with the latest on the gossip mill. He sighs, deciding that he might as well give a truthful answer, at least to get him off his back a bit. "Yeah...we've hooked up. A few times." Xavier felt his jaw drop at the sudden news that was just said to him before trying to cover his laughter, now starting to understand a little bit more about why you two fought so often but turned to face Ajax even as class started and lowered his voice as he acted like he was doing the work "good for you, but if you have then why are you still at each other's throats?".

Ajax shrugs, turning towards the lecture from their professor. He doesn't like being distracted from his studies by other student's gossip, but Xavier is an exception. He's fine talking to his best friend, even if the subject isn't one he's normally eager to share. Ajax sighs, leaning back as the professor continues. He can tell that Xavier is waiting for something, and he can understand why. So he makes his move, turning towards his best friend and speaking in a low voice so that no one else can hear.

"I think I love her."

#ajax x reader #ajax petropolus x reader #ajax petropolis #ajax petropolis x reader #ajax wednesday

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lexinympho · 2 years

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Seeing you for the first time in 4 years wasn't exactly on Hajime's agenda for today.

It should've been expected, this is a little reunion between him and his former teammates after all, and you were there with them, with him until the end. He just didn't think you'd show up to the event considering that he'd be here, and he's sure Oikawa told you who and all would be at the summer home he rented for the special occasion.

But here you are...

He's just as captivated by you as he was during his high school sweetheart phase though, possibly more now after the passage of time. He'd be more glad to see you, however, if the muddy waters from your last interaction with him weren't rising to his knees again at the sight of you.

Part of the reason why he hadn't seen you in so long is because of that interaction actually.

He gets the feeling you're just as good (if not, better) with remembering that day considering the fact that you have yet to even look at him. You aren't simply busy catching up with people who share precious memories with you, you aren't caught up in running around to complete a mile long list of tasks, you aren't short on time and only capable of speaking to a select few before you have to get going.

You don't want to speak with him, plain and simple.

The murky, suffocating liquid rises higher to his chest.

The looks of pity he catches from the corner of his eye, sent from people who once knew him as your beloved, only serve to worsen his chest pains, agitating him until he's just a hair's breath away from pulling you aside to at least acknowledge him. He doesn't go through with it, your silence from back then holds him in place and reminds him of why you're ignoring him in the first place.

I didn't want to try long distance, he told Oikawa on the hushed phone call he made mere minutes after your "argument." There was yelling involved to a short extent, there wasn't much that could be yelled about, but he didn't want to keep dating you after he left Japan. Obviously that didn't sit right with you one bit, not because he was going overseas to a country thousands of miles away from you to pursue his dream. No, you never expressed any discontent with that before the plans were set to commence. You were upset because, in your own words, he gave up on the relationship.

Which there's some truth to.

He did everything in his power to get you to understand how he was seeing things, how he didn't want to put you through unnecessary heartache because of the distance. How he didn't want to experience how it felt to fall out of love with you.

You were being stubborn about it, too, not afraid to admonish him for making all kinds of assumptions that are known for breaking people up over time. We can be different if you'd just try, you yelled at him. But you eventually came to the conclusion that he wasn't going to change his mind soon.

The last he heard from you was a somber, "...Fine," before you turned your back on him and walked away in defeat. You didn't speak to him at all after that.

The last he saw of you was you silently packing your bags and calling a friend to pick you up in the morning, not wanting to stay in the same place your boyfriend essentially dumped you for his career. You didn't acknowledge his presence as you left the empty home before him.

Now, you stand just a moderate distance away from him, matured, clearly having grown into your new life...

And getting along just fine without him.

He wonders if the scene in front of him would be any different had he stuck it out with you. Maybe you'd be sitting right beside him with a matching beach chair, happily chatting with him and shoving your toes in the sand. Maybe you would've pulled him up and into the ocean by now and plead for him to teach you how to swim. You'd probably be cracking jokes with him as you recount each other's separate journeys.

Or...you would've moved on without him.

Like you seem to have as you hang off of Hanamaki's sunburnt arm and scold him for neglecting his sensitive skin.

Despite the gloom that overtakes his vision and threatens to pull him into a pit of guilt and self-hate, despite the way his grip tightens around the beer can Oikawa offered him in consolation...

He's okay. There's no telling how you would've fared waiting for him to return, how much thousands of phone calls and texts would've kept you sane before things went sideways. He knows he lost his mind a few times knowing he had no way of properly contacting you.

So he's glad you at least have someone.

Even though it isn't him.

©lexinympho 2022, please do not edit or repost my works anywhere on this platform or another

#my brain asked for good angst--my hands said 'not today chief'#«lexi's writing»#iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi drabbles #iwaizumi angst #haikyū x you #hq x y/n

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nsmhrniki · 2 years

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✰ candy thief！,,

WARNINGS: slightly suggestive themes, stealing (from a candy shop ☠), but nothing srs tbh

PAIRING/S: craig, tolkien, kenny x reader [ platonic // romantic ]

GENRE: fluff

PRONOUNS: none specified

REQUESTED: yes // no

" idea idea idea SO craig, tolkien, kenny. eating candies together or something, and reader decides to uh how do i explain this- "steal" their candy. from their mouth😍 NOT NSFW just fluff!! could i also get it in like imagines pls? i rlly rlly love your work "

– anon

A/N: my nose AND throat is stuffed and the skin of the palm of my hand is peeling - guess i'm about to die soon 😍! anyway ty anon ily ☹ /pos i went ALL OUT on this

tucker, craig ✰ !

— it's the weekend, u and your boyfriend are chilling out on the sofa, candies scattered on the coffee table.

it's the 3rd of november, and halloween is starting to fade away.

apparently, your friends bought you way too many candies for the children to even pick up‐but at least you get a taste of them yourselves now that they aren't here to steal them away.

unfortunately, the power ran out for the day; and both your phones were left discarded on the coffee table. batteries dropped on zero percent.

a sigh leaves the gates of your mouth as you lazily open another piece of fruit-flavored candy.

"god why can't i just- zap! the power back on. it's been hoursss." - you say out loud while inspecting the pink-colored gum.

craig lets out a snort; "it's only been half an hour," he claims. a smile creeps up on your face as you turn to glance at them, seeing that he's miserably playing around a piece of candy.

the clock seemed to click so dramatically slow, and the afternoon is going by at a glacial pace. there were no homeworks, tasks, or anything to do. the two of you were bored out of your mind.

usually, craig would take out his phone to text the others to come over; and you'd do the same. that was if you ‐ or, for fuck's sake your own phones‐had the energy, but at this moment, neither of you really had even just the tiniest drop of it.

damn, you're even too tired to do the things that would shoo away the boredom.

you glance back at your boyfriend once again, seeing that he'e still doing the same thing as earlier. holding a candy, with no trace of intention of whether he'll eat it or not.

if there's nothing much to do, and it's just the two of you,, you scoot your way closer to craig, and he takes notice of this as he watches you with the same unfazed expression on his face.

that's when craig finally rips open the candy wrapper and plops the candy in his mouth.

suddenly, he feels your lips land on his. at first it was as light as a feather, but now it's more of your lips pushed against each other, unintentionally leading him to be pushed against the sofa. craig is eventually taken aback, feeling the absence of the grape-flavored gum that was just in his mouth merely a few seconds ago.

he looks up to see your face innocently chewing on that said gum, with your body still straddling his on the sofa.

he playfully smacks your shoulder, causing you to complain.

"you hit me."

"you stole my candy."

"i don't know what you're taking about <3"

"no."

"all i did was kiss you and now you're accusing me for such a thing?"

"y/n."

"do u want it back then?"

"...maybe."

black, tolkien ✰ !

— you two are wrapped in each others arms, bodies buried in the heap of your favorite blanket.

you look at the several skittles on your hand, as your other hand reaches out to grab the last one; your boyfriend unconsciously takes it before you do.

you shoot a playful glare at him and hit his arm lightly, which in return follows by tolkien's perplexed yet amused chuckles.

"you took my only favorite flavor left."

"did i?" tolkien sheepishly questioned, "sorry 'bout that."

unbeknownst to you, tolkien's apology was genuine and that he didn't mean to take your oh-so precious skittle. unfortunately you don't take notice of this and think he's messing with you.

you grumble as you scoot up to tolkien's level and take his face in your hands; he doesn't say a word and remains focus on the movie–but you can feel his head relax in the comfort of your hands. he's not chewing on the skittle like what he's supposed to do, and instead just keeps it in his mouth as if he's mocking you

that's when you lean in to kiss him.

you feel tolkien flinch slightly with a small "mmph-"

as you finally take the skittle in your mouth, you pull away to look at your seemingly bemused, wide-eyed boyfriend. a wide blush is spread across his face and at the tips of his ears, too surprised to even say a word. moreover, he doesn't seem to want to say anything out of embarrassment.

it was cute, and you adored the way only u could see this side of his.

after all, maybe you mistaking him for shitting you with the skittles earlier wasn't so bad.

mccormick, kenny ✰ !

— the two of you head towards the candy shop, never-ending giggles coming from the two of you as the two of you step inside.

you look up at the walls, bursting with jars of candies on display. licorice of all different colors, glistening like gems from the sugar that coats them, and others that appear dull in comparison.

your grip on your handbag starts to tighten, your mouth waters and u swear you feel like a kid again.

you look around and notice that no one's around. you expected little kids to be shouting and destroying your ears in the shop‐but you remember that it's a monday morning, and kids are most likely in school.

school‐the two of you skipped first period just for this. you two or definitely gonna get a scolding from both your teachers and parents, but it's worth while to relief your sweet tooth.

"looks like the shop owner isn't around, take everything u want, y/n."

kenny informs you with a toothy grin and you nod in glee.

the two of u begin to sneak candies in your plastic bag and after doing so, you shove them in your hand bag.

the two of you exit the shop hand in hand, giving each other a fist bump. going your way into a dark alley and you and kenny stop there for a while.

"c'mere, give me a kiss" you tease and kenny stares at you.

"can't–have peppermint." he nonchalantly responds back, earning a groan from you which causes him to lightly laugh.

"and??? what about it?"

"wh- you-" kenny confusedly stutters as you pull him by his parka and lean in to kiss him. you sneakily take the peppermint away from him.

kenny is tense, and after a while, you eventually pull away. he stays in his spot, staring at you with a dozen thoughts swirling in his eyes, and slowly his eyebrows knit.

"dude..."

"yeah?"

"the cctv,,"

"... fuck. we're gonna get it thrice."

taglist: @lim3erence @kennyphobia @m3l-505

Reblogs are appreciated !

#the first part of my note is a joke i think #south park x reader #craig tucker x reader #tolkien black x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #nsmhrniki ;; south park

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luckyqueenreign · 1 year

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Suresh Route Episode Summary: 36

LAST ONE BESTIES ... I HATE THIS TWO EPISODE A WEEK BS

Spoilers under the cut...

Alfie keeps looking at us...boy your answers aren't in my eyes. AVERT YOUR EYES!! this gave me SUCH season 5 Michael and Joanna vibes. "If you found what you were looking for you'd leave" Johnny/Nicolas keeps inserting himself into their chat...super annoying I wanted to slap him.

Dana asks you here what you think of Alfie staying and you can tell her you're happy, not happy, unsure...I told her me and alfie were NEVER going to happen so he was making a mistake. Just want to make it clear as day I want Suresh 😩

The islanders go help those losers pack...Meera gets all in her feelings that the public and Alfie dont like her so why should we? GIRLY YOURE RIGHT! WE DONT! again here you can be mean / nice. I will forever choose mean options with Meera...🤷‍♀️ she made an enemy out of me. Sorry not sorry. Kat says nice things to Meera 🙄 and the girls rally around her...BOO! but I guess gabi is right she is leaving. AHHH FOR 5 GEMS U CAN PUT MEERA IN HER PLACE!!! WORTH IT!

MEERA GEM SCENE - U can tell her off for being an absolute snake to you since casa, siding with Johnny/Nicolas, being an overall cow. It was great and you do get an apology out of her so worth it in my opinion

MC is left alone in the room with Johnny/Nicolas who is griping about all the drama with Meera/Alfie....this fucking guy🙄. but he tells you he wants to tell you all about his master plan and that he has dirt on your HUBBY...YOUR CHOICE IN WHO U MARRY MATTERS!!!!

Johnny/Nicolas GEM SCENE - I had Johnny so he talks about how much of a liar he is lol and how hes been fabricating stories for ages now...great so why should I believe anything u say now...he tells us how he was going to pick a girl or more than one and basically see what was special about them and ride that out until the end. OK So here's what he said about your hubbys biggest turn on...I married Suresh 🫣 "Good thing its not patience...Suresh told me his biggest turn on is...powerful women" He wants a women in charge, who can take control and not afraid to tell him off. (ARE WE GOING TO GET TO TELL HIM OFF!?!)

Meera and Johnny/Nicolas leave...BYEEEEE and the islanders all find out about his "plan" to turn everyone against each other. They all apologize to MC. LMAOOOO if you said good riddance to her the last time she calls you out on it now....💀💀💀💀💀💀

Alfie is all sad about Meera and being single and collects his things to go sleep outside on the daybeds. I offered to talk to him but he said he wanted to be alone. not sure if that's because I've been pushing him away and choosing the options to not be with him.

Finn pulls MC to go chat in the bathrooms.......and turns on the showers so no one can hear them talking. He is asking about Alfie...again not sure if this is because I pied Finn off earlier - I would assume so. He asks me if I wanted to couple up with Alfie and I said no that we're just friends. Finn says that Alfie might be regretting not going with Meera. (THEN LEAVE THEN) ARE YOU KIDDING ME FB YOU DIDNT EVEN GIVE US THE OPTION TO BONE FINN OR NOT?!?! THATS THE CLIFFHANGER.....😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 I HATE IT HERE .....Also im not going to do it bc clearly our choices are starting to matter and if I want suresh I dont think shower sex is the way to go 😩

#litg ex in the villa #litg suresh x mc #litg mc #litg suresh #litg s5 #litg #litg spoiler #litg spoilers #love island game #love island the game #love island the game: ex in the villa #exinthevilla #ex in the villa

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yourlocalsimpsonsandsanriofan · 1 year

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(PART 2 WOOOO)

"We're going to find your brother, whether you like it or not." Snow Miser rolls his eyes in annoyance. "Do we have t-" "ENOUGH!!!" Several strikes of lighting touch the ground. Both the minnion and Snow Miser flinch. "Yes mother dear." He says in a defeated tone. The minnion smiles, seeing as how he finnaly got somebody's help. Snow Miser gives him a rude side glance. He'll get revenge. He will. ------------------------Heat Miser sits down in his throne unenthusiastically. "What's wrong, sir?" Heat Miser sighs. "I'm fine." "No- your not-" Heat Miser looks a cross the room and out the window and glares at his brother's ice castle. No matter how many times he's tried, he can't destroy that stupid thing. His castle is only getting bigger and bigger so he gets barely any sunlight now. It's starting to get cold in his territory because of it. His minnions aren't doing well either, just the other day, one randomly died. He isn't doing good either, he can't melt things anymore. It's too cold. He sighs again. The minnion looks at him worriedly. "I told you, I'm fine." "Clearly something is bothering you, sir-" Heat Miser gets up off his throne and closes the curtains. He's sick of seeing that stupid ice castle. "Look, if you had an annoying brother that constantly insulted you I think you'd be unhappy too." He honestly doesn't know why Snow Miser is so rude. If anything, he started it from the very start. Heat Miser hasn't done anything wrong, he mostly keeps to himself. But Snow Miser purposely comes over every single day to harass him once more. He doesn't really answer calls anymore, knowing that it'll be Snow Miser who calls. "Uh- sir-" Heat Miser snaps back into reality and quickly pulls his hand away from the now melted curtain. Interesting. His rage actually gave him his power back. It's not good enough though. He's still weak. "Why haven't you confronted Snow Miser about this issue?" The minnion asks. "Because.. I don't want too. He won't listen to me anyway." He sits back down in his throne. "Look, I'm fine ok? Just leave me alone." ".." The minnion walked away. Something isn't right. ----------------------"I don't see why I have to help anyways." Snow Miser angrily mutters. Mother Nature glares at him. She chooses not to answer though. The minnion has has enough. He stops walking forward and walks back to Snow Miser. "IT'S EITHER YOUR GONNA BEHAVE AND NOT COMPLAIN, OR COMPLAIN. IF SO, YOU CAN LEAVE RIGHT NOW!!" Snow Miser smirks. "Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?" Mother Nature glares at the both of them this time. "I'm not gonna deal with fighting the whole time, or else I'm going by myself. Infact, Snow Miser, you shouldn't have even come along since you'll just make him feel worse. So yes you can leave if your gonna be rude." Snow Miser sighs. "So I can't even pick on him once?" Mother Nature crosses her arms. "No because your probably the reason he left." Snow Miser becomes silent. He has to admit, shes right. He has been kind of an asshole lately. They search for awhile, but can't find any clues to where he's gone. "What if he died?" The minnion asks. "No, I would've known by now." Mother nature says. It's nightime by now, and everybody's exhausted from searching all day. "Maybe we should go back home for the night." Snow Miser says. "Sure, we can continue looking tomorrow. Are you coming?" She asks the minnion. He stares at the big bright star that is in the middle of the sky. He starts to tear up a bit. Then he snaps back into reality. "Oh- uh, yeah, of course!" They return back, and the minnion goes back into Heat Miser's volcano. It's so lonely without him. He's used to getting orders barked at him, but now it's quiet. Too quiet. He turns on the TV, but doesn't watch it. He spaces out, once again.

#Miser brothers #Heat miser #Snow miser #The year without a Santa Claus #Story

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zackcrazyvalentine · 2 years

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I just WANT Rozalie to interact with your Hallverd brothers because he's the perfect mix of near impossible to intimidate/scare. Haha... What are survival instincts? Looks at the murder in your eyes with confusion and asks if there's something on his face. And he's near impossible to offend. Speak down to him all you want. Insult him. Tell him off. "...Thank you for your input."

JUST ROZALIE MEETING HELIOS AND ASKS POLITELY WHO IS HE? FIRST OF ALL, HOW THE HELL DOES ROZALIE NOT KNOW THE HALLVERD FAMILY? SECOND OF ALL, HELIOS KNOWS HE'S SEEN THIS BLANK EYED HALF FAE IN NRC WHILE STUDYING. HOW-

Let Helios spit out, "I'm Helios Hallverd... You truly are unaware of anything. Everything from you phone to the items in your house is surely developed by the Hallverds. Your ignorance-"

"Oh, my phone? I recently got one of those. This is made by your family?" Rozalie pulls out the most outdated NOKIA OF TWISTED WONDERLAND that had been discontinued years ago by a company that has shut down...

And Rozalie is was genuinely asking, he's interested now. "I am trying to learn more of technology... As it seems important. Do you know about technology, Hallverd- ah... This would get confusing with your brother... Hm. Hallverd-senpai?"

I know neither of your boys would give Rozalie time of day willingly but my oblivious boy certainly isn't deterred!

JIDOFJREIGOT OH SWEET SUMMER CHILD ROZALIE, I ADORE YOUR FAE 💖

Helios blinks slowly at the redhead after seeing the outdated phone. Ah, now he remembers why "pretty faced, redhead, creepy fae" ringed familiar to him after being face to face with this... enigma.

"You're the one pestering my brother, aren't you?" Helios murmurs, not exactly intending for Rozalie to hear. He looks at the boy with narrowed eyes behind his shades.

"Mikhail, how can you allow it? From this person, no less." The eldest sibling felt disappointment on his younger brother.

An irritated sigh left him. "My family bought the company that created... that ancient brick you call phone." He tried to regain his composure. "I should not speak so ill of old tech. If it weren't for those first advances, the world would be behind in times."

The formal teen flicked his finger and produced a business card with magic. "I'm afraid I cannot spare time on the likes of you today. I must attend a call from the Headmaster." He handed the half fae the card. "Search-" He stopped for a moment.

"I am trying to learn more of technology... As it seems important." Rozalie's words echoed in Helios' mind.

Clearing his throat, Helios began again: "Have someone search this for you on the web, or do it on your own if you can. It will take you to the Hallverd Empire's home page. From there, you can read and learn as much as you'd like."

The fancy wristwatch on his right hand shone blue. Was that his magical stone? "Now, if you'd excuse me. I have more important matters to attend." A flick of the wrist and Helios was no more.

The teen was now walking down the hall to Crowley's office. All the way, he gritted his teeth and angrily smoothed out his jacket and pristine black button up underneath, a habit he had to stim out irritable energy.

"Fae are always so ignorant." Helios felt venom burn his veins. "Why are they even so powerful? It all goes to waste in the end."

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👀👀👀 Hello, yes, let me introduce y'all to Asshole #1

This allowed me to show more how he can be slightly mean in person, but then the true venom comes out when he's alone or in private

...I fucking love him still asdfsd 💖 Of course Izel, his closest friend, also fell into that category of fae, but slowly morphed as the wind dragon accepted to bring "modern times" into the island he calls home

Oh, Rozalie... you picked the most incorrect people to go inquire things to KSDLAFS luv, you have Koron and Zion RIGHT THERE JKLFDGS

Hope you liked~ Thank you for letting me practice my Helios writing!

#zask #oc talk #helios hallverd #others' ocs #rozalie enchantiane #precious precious fae #i wanna bundle him up and feed his big brain <3 #and smooch his cheeks and play with his hair <3

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realhankmccoy · 4 months

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more often than not these days, I tend to see Camille Paglia as a stupid person who just had great, ambitious parents and who was educated and hard-working

Or you know, perhaps it's better that she be seen as an intelligent conservative person who voted on the left and who's conservative 'based on thousands of years of human history and the study of empire' anxieties about the left and homosexuals led her, though she's not quite 'deeply conservative' as she's usually considered to be by leftists.

was she highly educated? yes work ethic? yes a taskmaster? yes (this one's not really a good thing, by the way, and i've always hesitated to be too much of a taskmaster, even though my inclination is that 'we're going to practice 5 days a week, no excuses' when trying to get anything done, which i think is more than reasonable -- 7 days would be fine with me)

but i mean jeez i have such a bone to pick with so many of her old-fashioned notions, Camille always trying to be such a GOOD GIRL and halt those progressive activists in their tracks...

but with all her flashy writing skills, she really has never been able to convince me that

1 ) Columbus Day is worth celebrating and one should be angered and offended by Native American activists

2) Basic Instinct is really such quality art and so exciting that one should throw all the activists protesting it under the bus -- even if the film made her hot, you'd think a smart person could at least concede that the film doesn't make LGBT folks look good -- in an era when they were denied almost all rights

3) Liberals shouldn't be taxing cigarettes in an effort to help people make healthier choices... oh bitch, plz, where were you libertarians when the tobacco industry was getting everyone hooked? Oh that's right, getting hooked yourself... she's probably dying of lung cancer right now who knows, which is sad but is my guess as to why you never hear from her anymore

4) Climate change is no big deal because people will 'run for the hills when coastal waters rise'... are you kidding me? I'd hate to share a fishbowl with this woman if she were a fish, that's for sure. Everyone would be shitting up the place and her instructions would be that we could just swim to the bottom of the bowl...

5) The USA is vulnerable to terrorism because the power grid could be knocked out -- does she really think the government hasn't thought of this but she has?!? She was probably just in a snit about how reliant on the net everybody was and had fantasies of 'weak' liberals becoming helpless... liberals aren't as weak as she thinks they are though. They are the working class, after all... for fuck's sake, even if the ones in the Ivory Towers sure aren't.

6) you know, my list of her stupidities is endless. we're all only human. i've got plenty of my own.

I guess a lot depends on if you see Whiteness in North America as the bearers of civilisation or as Genghis Khan and how you feel about that. I see it as some of both, and she sure isn't very sympathetic to the Genghis Khan point of view.

But you know, she was born in what, the 1940s? Columbus Day was probably celebrated every year in her school.

It's all in the programming.

Also, you can't reasonably expect somebody born way before the internet and who had a ton of success before the internet was even a thing to really have the humility to adjust... there's an arrogance that comes from success in most people -- she just made herself rigid and stuck in the past in many ways and that's where the stupidity came from.

More interesting to ponder is whether she's right that politcians' sexual infidelities should be ignored -- perhaps she has a point -- although it certainly seems progressive to me to 'bust' some of them some of the time depending on what their politics are, so I guess I'd say she most likely is wrong.

I guess she's much like what she said about Freud -- you don't have to agree, but you can feel the tracks being cut in your mind when you read them.

Also, though, I'm not really on any Camille Paglia tracks these days... I'd rather be off wandering in the woods.

#camille paglia

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noramoons · 2 years

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for reasons wretched and divine:

act i ↠ part i

↠ pairing: bang chan x fem reader (afab)

↠ genre: wolf demon au, greek mythology au, demon!stray kids

↠ word count: 2k

↠ rating: mature/18+

↠ warnings: language, violence, torture, smut, more warnings to be added

↠ summary: You've heard stories about the Lykos clan for your entire life. You know the rules about dealing with demons - never look them in the eye, never trespass on a shrine without an offering, and never walk in their territory alone.

When did you forget to listen?

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Something has been following you since you left work.

You felt it the minute you left the building—a presence, like eyes boring into the back of your skull. You'd turned around in every direction trying to find the source of the presence to no avail—there's nothing.

And yet, there is undoubtedly something. You hear the bushes rustle behind you on the sidewalk, and you whip your head around only to be met with silence. There's a whisper—your name, maybe? Or someone else's—but the instant you think you recognize it, it vanishes.

You pick up your pace a little now. Whatever it is, it certainly won't follow you into the Wilds: four miles of abandoned woods in either direction.

You know no one knows their way through the miles of trees here like you do. Hundreds of years ago, this area was known as the Pantheon—the entryway between your world, the Interior, and the realm of the deities, the Citadel. During that time, the Pantheon housed dozens upon dozens of shrines, temples, and offering sites to the countless gods and devils that roamed the planet. You aren't sure exactly when they disappeared, or why, for that matter—almost all of your teachers in school said something different. There was internal conflict between the deities, or their powers unexpectedly weakened, or they became irrelevant with the advent of humans with Flairs—whatever the reason was, you know the deity clans haven't heard a word of worship since your grandparents were alive.

Your grandmother was always still a zealot, though. You wondered occasionally if she was the last person on the planet who still truly believed the deities were alive and kicking, and she always made sure you listened to her lectures whenever you came to visit. Don't ever make a deal with a demon, Y/N—if you ever see a deity, never look at it in the eyes—and especially don't wander into the Wilds—

Well, you suppose you weren't always much for following rules.

Regardless, the Wilds are abandoned—despite no one seeing a deity in over a hundred years, most people still stay as far away from the forest as possible. It's probably why you got such a great deal on your home that's only half a mile west of it—everyone that you've ever known has been too afraid to even try to trek a path through it, and you've been warned to stay away from it by family and friends for years. Despite that, though, you've felt a strange magnetism to it since you were young. It's never been hard for you to find your way in and out. Perhaps you're just better with directions than you thought.

Or perhaps that, all along, has been your Flair. Your friends all have one—from birth, Yui's been able to read fortunes, and Saori can see the history of any object by touching it, and Sana can animate drawings that she sees (they have to be made from real ink, though)—but you've never been able to do anything of the sort. Everyone's is always fairly niche; no one has real "super" powers like you used to see in those movies, but you think having the power to never get lost in this one stretch of woods would be a little too specific for even the gods to have given you.

But this is no time to think about any of that, and you know it. You can still sense whoever—whatever is following you into the Wilds' entrance. You're only about a quarter of a mile in, though—surely you can shake them if you make a confusing loop or two.

Once you've circled the entrance area twice, a sigh of relief escapes you—the feeling of any kind of presence behind you is gone. Before you have any time to think about what the hell it might have been, though, you feel it again—only this time, it's fifty feet in front of you.

A breathless "how" escapes your lips. You'd led this thing around the woods for twenty minutes—how could it have possibly gotten in front of you in that time?

You can feel the beginning signs of panic settling into your chest, but you take a long, shaky inhale before you exhale, clenching and unclenching your fists at your sides. You still know this forest better than anyone else—you can still make your way out before this thing, whatever it may be.

You start towards your right, going around where you can feel the presence in hopes of beating it to the edge of the woods. Before long, though, a feeling that you haven't known in years suddenly overwhelms you.

You're lost.

Again, you mutter a "how" in spite of yourself. You know the Wilds like the back of your hand—every gnarled tree stump, every old and bent tree, every decaying temple ruin is instantly recognizable to you.

So how the hell do you not know where you are?

The presence has gotten closer in the time that it's taken you to figure out your situation, and you can finally, finally see an outline of a person. Or what you think is a person, at first.

Because the closer it gets, the sooner you realize it's way too tall to be human. Whatever it's using to walk along the ground definitely aren't feet, either. If you didn't know better, you'd think they were talons, like that of a bird.

You're frozen in fear—where can you go when you have no clue where you are or what this thing is that's approaching you? The panic catches back up to your brain eventually and you break out into a run, but it's too late and you know it. With no way of knowing where you're going, this thing is bound to catch up to you soon, and by then you—

Before you can even finish the thought, there's a hand around your ankle, and you lose your balance almost instantly, falling to the ground. You cry out helplessly, trying to flip yourself over so you can see your attacker, but the instant you catch sight of them, you almost wish you hadn't.

The hand around your ankle isn't a hand at all: it's a claw, with talons that make you wince in pain as they dig into your skin. The body is shaped like a human being—two arms and legs, a torso and a head, but it's covered almost completely in inky black feathers that branch out towards the shoulder blades and form two massive wings. How could you not have seen those before? The face would be human too, if not for the massive beak that protrudes from where you'd expect a nose and a mouth to be.

You were right before—it's definitely not human.

The being leans down and inhales the blood dripping down your leg. "Mmm...it's been ages since I've tasted a being from the Interior. I'll take the chief's seat in no time once I've devoured you."

You struggle in its grasp, but the talons only sink deeper into your flesh, and you cry out again. "Let go of me! What the hell are you?"

The hold on your ankle loosens for a brief moment. "You can see me, little one?"

You meet its eyes with a glare by way of answering, and it laughs as it carves further into your leg, causing you to scream out in pain this time.

"Oh, gods," it exclaims giddily, tugging you closer with the talons in your skin. "You're an Augur? Oh, I can't even imagine the kind of power I'll have once you're consumed." It leans down closer, its face mere inches from yours, and you take the moment to clench your fist and punch the thing's beak as hard as you possibly can. It emits a strangled shriek of pain, letting go of your leg for a brief moment—but that's all you need to scramble to your feet and start running again.

Or at least, you try to. You're much wobblier on your injured leg than you'd expected, but you have to try to escape. You have to. There's no way in hell you're just going to let this thing kill you without putting up a fight.

Your worst fear is realized once you hear the flapping of wings behind you—which also must have been how this thing got in front of you at the entrance to the Wilds in the first place—and it's mere seconds before it lands in front of you, already in a lunging stance to knock you back down.

"Excellent try, little one," it grins. "But it just looks like today's my lucky—"

The bird doesn't get to finish its sentence before something crashes into its side, tackling it to the ground and instantly wrestling with it in a blur of fur and feathers. Whatever this newcomer is, it's much faster—and the only time you can make out what's happening in their fight is when it sinks its teeth into the neck of the bird being, causing both to still.

For a brief moment you think it's a wolf, until it stands up, and you see that the fur on its back is a coat, likely skinned from the animal. It delivers a light kick to the side of the bird being to make sure it's not moving before turning to face you. "Now, then. How'd you get on the Koraki clan's..." It immediately trails off once you make eye contact, and you feel your throat grow dry as you meet its eyes. "...bad side."

Because what's standing before you is undoubtedly a man. No unusual appendages like wings or a beak—just a man with light hair, longer in the back than the front, in clothes much dressier than you would have worn to go out hiking in the Wilds. "Hey," he says, in a much gentler tone than before, although there's an whiff of suspicion in his tone. "You're not a deity, are you?"

You shake your head, at a loss for words.

"And you can see me?"

"Yes," you say, forcing yourself to say something. "I can see you."

"Oh, gods above," the man says, running a hand through his hair. "How the hell did you end up in the Citadel? I haven't seen one of your kind in years."

You frown. "The...what? Where is this?"

"You're in the Citadel," he says, as if that should be obvious. "The home of the deity clans."

"The deity clans?" you repeat slowly. "Then..."

He cuts you off before you can finish your thought. "Shit, you—you're actually human, aren't you?"

You nod, dread settling back into your chest.

A grim smile makes its way across his features. "Then you're stuck here, I'm afraid. You're in an entirely different realm, human girl—and I have no idea how to get you back."

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ah0rmone · 3 years

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dazai osamu x fem! reader

warnings: nsfw, minors, dni! dubcon if you squint because the reader finds dazai annoying but attractive, non-consensual touching (at first), enemies/rivals to fuck buddies I guess?, fingering, vaginal penetration.

there are literally two self-defence techniques from here and here

"Why it has to be you?" you grumbled looking at the person who stood in front of you.

"Oh, who else would you like to see as your teacher? Kunikida-kun who's doing everything according to instructions, even fighting? Ranpo-kun who won't lift a finger unless it's a murder case? Or Tanizaki-kun who's always followed by Naomi-chan?"

The obnoxious man in front of you was called Osamu Dazai and, to be fair, you'd actually prefer any other agency member over him. Sure, he definitely had combat experience and, probably, wasn't that bad at teaching, given that Atsushi was still following him. But something about him was off and you didn't like it. Nor that you had any choice, Dazai was there for a reason and that reason was Fukuzawa's order.

"Whatever," you sighed. "Can we get to it already?"

Today was the day when you were supposed to learn some self-defence techniques. Your ability wasn't really of a combat type, so you never participated in fights but it didn't mean that you had a zero possibility of running into problems. It was your own request to be taught how to protect yourself.

However, you didn't feel quite confident at all. You genuinely hated conflicts and tended to avoid people, so all of this was a somewhat essential but still itchy experience. Your sporty shorts and a skintight top wasn't helping the situation either. Especially, since a person with who you were going to get quite close physically was a rather attractive young man. You and Dazai weren't that close, just colleagues who barely communicated. For you he was just as attractive as he was annoying - you wouldn't mind having a fling with him but nothing more. Maybe it was the way he carried himself: overly cheerful, loud and noisy. Or maybe it was the things he was hiding: his true mischievous, manipulative personality.

Taking a deep breath you reminded yourself that it was your idea, something that your survival depended on and that you just had to get over it.

"Usually you're not the one who fights, y/n-chan. So what are we doing here?" Dazai asked, a teasing smile on his lips.

His eyes were gleaming with a vicious sparkle. Your power imbalance was uncomfortable to you. You shrugged, the feeling that he was a big cat and you were his meal strongly sat in your guts.

"I'm here to learn how to defend myself. Like some easy techniques. I'm not very strong, keep it in mind," you reminded with a well-controlled flat voice but some notes of irritation would have been apparent even to the densest person.

Osamu didn't answer, instead, he let his fake smile turn into a smirk. For a moment the room fell into silence and you could swear that your heart was beating too loud. Both of you just stared at each other for some seconds until the smile returned on Dazai's lips and the man joyfully clapped.

"Okay, gotcha! First of all," he took a step closer. "The most important thing in fighting is a stable stance. Stand like this," he put the left leg forward and motioned you to follow him.

Hesitantly you mirrored his stance, the feeling of embarrassment washing over you. It wasn't even the physical activity that you hated but the way Dazai was gazing at you. Predatory eyes were gliding over your skin like he was analysing your tiniest movements. Like he was about to pounce.

Just as you anticipated, once you've finished copying him, Osamu clicked his tongue and stood up.

"No, y/n-chan, you're doing it wrong."

You were about to argue but Dazai was already behind you. Suddenly painfully aware of the warmth of his body you tried to move from him but he was quick to put a hand on your hip.

"Let me help you," his hot breath ran over the shell of your ear making you flinch a little.

While you were contemplating whether you should allow him to be that close, Dazai had already brushed his palm down your leg. Now he was standing next to you, your bodies touching.

"There," he encouraged, moving your leg a little further by the back of your knee. His other hand was still placed on your hip and such a position was taking away any personal space you had before.

"Thanks," you muttered, feeling the light smell of his cologne.

"Now you're standing rather steady, aren't you?" he beamed with his hand still on your leg.

"Ah, yeah," you muttered, grabbing him by the wrist and pushing it off yourself then taking a step back. "Guess, we can move to the actual stuff now."

"Y/n-chan!" Dazai exclaimed. "The stance is very important, I didn't show it for fun!"

You saw the man's lips curl into a pout but either than that he didn't display any sign of irritation by you pushing him away. Keeping that in mind you decided that even though he might not have any ill intentions you should stay on guard.

Something dropped behind the door and as you inverted your gaze to the sound you felt your hair being grabbed.

"What," you didn't even have the chance to end the question instantly being pushed to the wall.

Your colleague's right hand was holding firmly your hair, the other one gripping your waist. You tried to push back, but to no avail - his whole body was pushing you to the wall.

"Dazai," you growled.

"Too bad, y/n-chan," he cooed. "How can you protect yourself when you have such a short attention span? Look at you - one move and you're helpless."

The sting of resentment piercing through your heart encouraged you to grumble through the teeth:

"I told you I'm weak."

"And stupid apparently," he gibbed.

"Listen," you tried to free yourself but instead just shook your hips clumsily. "If you came here just to insult me, let's end it, I'll ask Fukuzawa-san to send someone else," voice full with venom, you wanted to be as far from Dazai as possible but instead felt with dread as your hips bucked into his. You jolted forward fighting for the tiniest bit of space.

If Dazai noticed, he didn't show it as there was no reaction whatsoever. However, your little touch wasn't the only thing he ignored:

"Let me instead show you how to deflect it," he proposed, paying no heed to your words.

He backed up and you got a chance to glance at him with unhidden irritation. He met your gaze with a cheesy smile like he wasn't a person degrading you a couple of seconds ago. However, giving it a little bit more thought you exhaled and nodded. After all, you should've picked up something from this lesson, not just the revelation that Dazai was a total dick and you wouldn't want him to be near you ever again.

You moved from the wall and this time he gripped your hair slowly.

"What you want to do now is to grab my hand by both of yours, then stand back to the stance I showed you earlier, turn underneath the arm, so that you twist it and when the person lets go, just bolt. Got it?"

You hummed in acknowledgement. Perhaps it wasn't that difficult. Perhaps, at the end of the day, the lesson would be fruitful.

"Try it then," he prompted and then tugged at your hair lightly.

Following his instructions, you grabbed his hand and as you were about to go underneath his arm, he spun you. His arm was firmly holding your throat.

"No, y/n-chan, I've told you your stance was wrong," he whined. "Let me show you again."

"What just happened?" you asked confusedly but he already was spreading your legs.

Osamu didn't answer, too busy putting you in the right stance. And you tried your best to concentrate on how your legs were placed instead of his fingers brushing over your ass a couple of times, once getting a little bit too close to your clothed vagina.

"Just like this," he said and his hand slid up from your knee to your waist getting under the top a little.

From your point of view, the skinship was completely irrelevant but you decided to keep your sharky comments to yourself. For now, you were going to follow his instructions and maybe you could avoid the conflict.

Maybe not.

This time around when you were trying to deflect his arm, once again he outpowered you. You cursed as he said with disappointment in his voice (you were pretty sure it was the fake one, he was enjoying it, that bastard):

"You're too slow, y/n-chan. Do you think attackers would just stand there and watch as you crawl your way out of their grip as a turtle in slow-mo?"

"Dazai, I'd appreciate it if you-"

"Again," he cut you harshly, puppeting you around like you were nothing but a doll.

His attitude towards you was so demoralizing you were fighting the urge to end it here and there. Losing all the motivation and looking exhausted, you tried to go through the motion again but Dazai wasn't having it.

"Hm, y/n-chan, kinda feels like you're not trying hard enough. Should I give you a motivation boost?" he exclaimed cheerfully but before you could say that he should go fuck himself he had already pushed you to the wall. Again.

You were expecting harsh words pouring from his mouth, but instead, it was the kisses as he roughly pulled your hair baring your neck for him. The hot tongue travelled from your shoulder to the globe of your ear, prompting you to jolt. Once again you attempted to push him away but could barely move. His left hand was pinning your wrist and his right one was painfully tagging at your hair, cranking your head to the side.

"Dazai," you wanted to let him know that you understood his intentions but he needed to stop when a not so gentle bite quickly shut you up.

He was licking and nipping leaving hickeys at your poor neck. You were squirming and whirling under his touch not giving up yet, so he thrust his hips into yours. There was no way you could keep any sounds in, so a whiny moan escaped your lips. You felt Dazai stopping, a satisfied smirk on his lips, then without saying a word, he continued torturing your sensitive neck. Two things were clear to you: a strong lust was taking over your body which meant that you were slowly losing yourself and that Dazai had just started playing with you, there were more to come.

Dazai. Dazai! Realising who was the man behind you, you tried to gain back control. Osamu was just being a bully, whywere you letting him see you in such a state? He certainly didn't deserve nor your moans, nor your hips grinding his.

You were thinking this but it took everything in you to not just give in to his touch. While you were having an internal battle, Dazai pulled away with a loud pop.

"Five."

"Five what?" you mewled weakly.

"There are five hickeys on your neck," Dazai murmured. "You look so good, all red and moaning. When you can't even do anything. You've been definitely enjoying it, sure you still want to continue learning self-defence techniques?"

You widened your eyes at his words.

"Excuse me?!" you exploded. "What the hell are you implying?!"

With all force, you shoved him in the side with an elbow. Dazai hissed and even though the attack was fairly weak he let go.

"I mean, no kink-shaming," he put hands in the air surrendering.

"What's your problem?!"

It was hard for you to overcome your desire of slapping him but no way in hell you were staying in one room with him for another second. You bolted but Dazai was quicker, catching your hand.

"Where're you going? For a moment there I thought you didn't agree and wanted to continue," he quipped. "Come on, that was just one technique."

"Dazai, let me go," you growled yanking your hand free. "I've had enough of you today, I'm leaving."

You had already turned to leave when he pulled you to the ground. You snorted in frustration, your legs fiercely kicking but the lack of strategy played against you and there you were - trapped under him. Osamu was sitting between your legs with his arms pinning yours to the ground.

You felt unbearably hot and weak, your cunt throbbing against his groin. His face was hanging right above yours, so close you could feel his breath. Unintentionally your eyes focused on his lips then you looked up. Only now you noticed how lustful his gaze was. He clearly was a winner today and he was about to enjoy his prize. As you licked your lips, your recognised your mistake - now your eagerness was more than obvious.

"I'm just parched," you faltered but it sounded pathetic even to you.

"I'm sure you are," Osamu whispered, sitting back. "One more technique and I'll let you go." His fingers gripped your thighs.

Since his weight was off you now, you felt kind of cold. Not knowing where to place your arms, you were about to put them next to your sides when Dazai commanded you to keep them still.

That position was too sexy for your liking - arms are placed next to your head, legs spread. All of it without his control felt like you were offering yourself to him. Like you were submitting. The man was clearly savouring it because his gaze was so intense, in the end, you even had to avert yours.

Dazai clearly didn't like it, tapping your left thigh:

"Look at me, y/n-chan, how else are you supposed to learn?"

You slowly turned back, embarrassed as your eyes darted all over him until they abruptly stopped at his crotch. There was a visible boner in his pants. When Osamu followed your gaze and loudly chuckled you felt your cheeks grow hot and desire growing stronger.

"Concentrate, y/n-chan," Dazai said amusingly but the only thing you could concentrate on was the wetness between your legs. You feared it might start to be visible through your shorts.

"Look, if someone got you into this position," Osamu continued like both of you didn't want the same thing and that thing was to fuck. "You have to keep your arms straight and put them on your shoulders, like this," he gently took your hands and placed them as he instructed. "Then you should put your leg on my hip," he tried to do it for you once again but your leg was wobbly. All the strength you had was wasted on keeping your arms straight.

Dazai sighed theatrically but he couldn't keep a vicious sparkle in his eyes.

"Y/n-chan," he whinged. "You're such a bad student. Weak. Stupid," his fingers were slowly stroking your thigh. "Having a short attention span. Don't you think that you should have concentrated on learning some stuff instead of thinking about my cock?" With this question his arm groped your ass, pulling you closer.

He gripped your hips and you let out a moan. Now you weren't trying to hold back. You were already a loser, might as well enjoy it. Being a tease he was, Dazai wasn't ready to give you everything right then and there but you were having none of it. You hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him closer by his collarbone. Osamu certainly wasn't ready for such a force so he confusingly complied.

"Call me stupid one more time and I'm leaving," you warned him, a confident smirk playing on your lips.

Dazai's face quickly changed from surprised to a perverse one. He dropped down on you, pinning you with his whole body and slammed his hips into yours. As you moaned he caressed your face, lovingly brushing your hair, and then whispered:

"I'm gonna break you, pretty doll."

With one swift motion, he put your wrists in one hand pinning it above your head, his tongue running over your lips then dragging you into a deep kiss. As you two were hungrily kissing each other you felt his fingers crawling under your waistband. You jolted, an instinct of placing your hand over his acting up but he was still holding you firmly. He ran one finger over your cunt but you were already shaking, silently begging for more.

"Dazai," you moaned desperately asking him to get down to business.

"You're so wet, y/n-chan," he licked your earlobe making you writhe. "I wish I teased you a little bit more," he started to kiss your jaw getting lower and lower. "I said that I'd break you but it seems you're already at your limit," he chortled, helping you to take your top and bra off.

"You look so beautiful," he murmured once you were almost fully naked in front of him.

Suddenly his gaze turned soft and you felt even more aroused than you before. Gladly the man wasn't planning on wasting any time as he started to lick, nip and bite one of your nipples, playing with his fingers with another. Moaning lewdly and rutting your hips you put your hand into his hair, curling soft strands in your fingers.

When he finished playing with your tits, he wanted to go further down, to place kisses on your lower stomach, but you decided to get back at him. Placing your straight hands on his shoulders, you put a leg on his thigh just as he instructed and squirmed out of his grip.

"You talk about me but look at yourself," you shoved a knee between his thighs, pushing it at his boner. "You were hard even before I started to feel something else besides irritation."

Now it was Osamu whose breath hitched. You were savouring your little win when he looked back at you with a dangerous grin. That was when you realised you fucked up. He quickly grabbed your leg and turned you over on the stomach. Laying down on you, he harshly seized your hair and hissed:

"A+ for learning the technique, but your attitude towards you teacher," he took off your shorts with pants nearly ripping them. "Needs some correction."

That was when the sound of a loud slap broke the silence of the room. You jolted, a gasp leaving your lips. You tried to crawl from him but his grip on your hair was strong.

"Come on, y/n-chan, it was just one slap. Don't you think you deserve it?" The hand that hit you was stroking your bruised ass cheek.

"It fucking hurt," you spit.

"Was it?" Dazai chuckled. "Say that you're sorry."

"For what?" you raged but another hit was your answer.

"Dazai, stop," you sobbed.

"Wrong," he retorted slapping your ass again. "Plus, if you don't like it why are you leaking so much?"

You embarrassingly bit a lip at his remark.

"A little bit of masochistic, are you?" Dazai noted. "Well, if you insist, I can keep on going."

You knew that both of you were barely holding it, so you decided to submit. Just this once.

"I'm sorry!" You squealed after another hit.

"Good girl," Osamu placed a soft kiss on your back still not letting go of your hair. "Now it's time for a treat."

And with that, he finally pushed the first finger into you. Since you were so wet there was a little pool under you, Dazai successfully pushed another finger shortly after. You quivered and jerked your hips begging him to move. This time around your colleague decided not to tease you.

As his fingers were pumping in and out of you, you were trying to push your head down to steady yourself but Dazai didn't let go. You were completely at his will.

"'m close," you mewled, your eyes rolling back.

Dazai hummed in acknowledgement and withdrew his hand. You groaned offendedly but heard the sound of a condom wrapper being ripped and then felt something else rubbing at your entrance.

Finally, Osamu positioned himself behind you and pushed inside, your pussy stretching obediently. The fullness made you gasp pervertedly. As he started moving your mind went completely blank. The only thing that existed for you at that moment was Dazai and his cock inside of you. He let go of your hair, one hand now was holding your hips and another one was giving attention to your clit.

You had no idea how he was still holding on but once your sensitive bud got stimulated you quickly come undone.

"Once more," Dazai panted while moving and playing with your clit simultaneously.

Even though you were tired, you had actually felt desire growing again. Osamu was just way too good for you to resist. You thought that the only thing he was chasing was his high, but he didn't cum until you orgasmed again denying himself every time he got too close. That's why when you cummed for the second time you did it toghether.

He rolled off you, but you couldn't move even a finger, for a moment you've gone completely numb. Your chest was going up and down with heavy breaths, your heart was racing. None of you spoke because you didn't know what to talk about. Especially, since you, personally, felt way too embarrassed to admit that you had just cummed two times because of an annoying Dazai Osamu.

"Looks like we ended in time!" Dazai chirped after some time and you looked at the clock realising that you spent here one hour. Just like it was promised.

"Wish I had actually learned something though," you remarked lazily, trying to pull on your shorts back. You just had to make it to the shower room and then wear your casual clothes. However, your pants were completely ruined.

"Well, if you think that you need another one, just let me know," you looked back at Dazai and his smirk told you that he wasn't meaning the self-defence lessons. You felt your cheeks grow hot again.

"Yeah, sure," you muttered, awkwardly leaving the training room.

From now on you intended on avoiding Dazai whenever it's possible.

Little did you know he had other plans.

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obeymematches · 3 years

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moving in with with your om! bf (GN MC) (not nsfw)

inspired by irl events🙈 see more at the end of this post dfghj

HoL = House of Lamentation

Lucifer: Stays in HoL but possibly renovates it a little bit to have more privacy. (as a compromise in case you reaaally didn't want to stay there - now you have your own bathroom + a small kitchen)

His brothers still depend on him so you continue to share family moments. (which isn't too bad, Lucifer is usually busy so sometimes you might actually want their company) Though now you get noticeably more alone time together - which makes him realize how it would've been a good idea to actually move out (he'd immediately regret that tho because he very care family).

Helps out with chores most of the time. Going OUT on dates is a must at least once a week or so otherwise both of you lose your minds. Nothing else changes, really. Mammon: More likely to move in with you in the human world but would (slightly) prefer the Devildom. (he'd only do that tho if he can secure a spot in a safer area for your sake. even if you are a powerful sorcerer.) Paying rent&bills is going to require hustle which might be a reason why you have to move back into HoL. (though...in canon if he is in love with u, u get rich even if u do nothing...so that'd be handy in this case) Definitely enjoys how he gets to keep you for himself and he is living for the small moments with you (such as morning cuddles) but also! with you everything is much more fun, even if both of you work multiple shifts; after each day you are so tired you can barely watch a movie. Both of you visit HoL on the regular.

Leviathan: The only reason he'd do it is to get more alone time with you. Would take ages to actually do it, but he'd prefer to live in the human world with you (it's safer + its better for anime and gaming). (Lucifer is against the idea which also slows down the process but he eventually gives in). You'd probably have an apartment in a city with fast internet connection (dw he's done his research) and where you can afford rent. He works from home (either esports or programming) so he is always there to greet you when you get home. Decorates the entire apartment with figurines and posters plus there is never enough space for him. Henry is there also. You'd think he cooks / bakes and you'd be wrong. 92% of the time it's take-out food time. Definitely needs help with chores at first but gets the hang of it easily. Occasionally you visit HoL.

Satan: Definitely would rather moving out and renting an apartment. I think he'd prefer the human world. I feel like he'd want to change cities often (every 3-5 yrs or so). He is a curious demon and there is always so much to learn about humans. Very domestic. Does the chores and he does them well. You can never complain. Somehow can balance work & you & chores. (probably needs explanation sometimes with equipment he isn't familiar with but we can excuse that) Every weekend is date weekend where you learn something new about each other and the culture of the country. Asmo visits every month or so & stays for ~3 days.

Asmodeus: hmm...i think he'd let you decide on the realm but he picks the exact location. He picks a very busy area with rich nightlife, but to your surprise he only participates like a couple of times a week, usually with you. Listen he adores being with you. Posts about your life together very often. Would start a new vlogging channel if you'd let him. Rent & bills are No Big Deal, though at first he is shocked at how expensive they are. Is fine with most of the chores but since he refuses to do the dishes, when it's him on dinner duty you both go on a date instead. Beelzebub: Refuses to move out if Belphie can't come, unless it's literally the house next to HoL. (/closest to. i'm not sure if they have like. a close neighbour) Rather domestic, does the chores and puts in work to get the bills. Sometimes you might not find him at home - he is either getting groceries or decided to visit Belphie. Would rather have a movie night with you than going out on a date. Depending on what kind of house it is, he might pick up gardening as a hobby. Belphegor: Similar to his twin he'd prefer staying close to him if possible, but if that can't happen he's fine with moving in with you in the human world. (yes he prefers that over the Devildom) Lucifer doesn't like this idea at all so you probably need to convince him.

Bills might be an issue as he keeps losing jobs but you can't really blame him for that, can you. Regaring chores, he only does the groceries, vacuuming, laundry, and changing sheets, everything else is up to you. Every Sunday you spend sleeping in & cuddling. Beelzebub visits you every week, usually on the weekends.

The rest of the characters are under the cut... long post

Barbatos: Hm... I think you'd probably need to move in the castle, or a small apartment very near. It is because of his job obviously, can't help it.

As he is the royal butler I imagine you wouldn't need to worry about bills / rent because. Yeah. Chores, on the other hand, fall on you very often - sometimes his job requires him to be there 24 hours a day. Even when he has more break time he'd rather not do chores at home as well because then he'd literally have no time left to spend with you. But when he can afford to do them, he definitely helps out & does them better than you (no shame in that tho he does this for a living)

Diavolo: Pretty obviously you move in the castle. No rent & no chores to worry about unless you are desperate to help Barbatos out.

He'd spend literally all his time with you if he could & Lucifer often scolds him for it. Neglecting work isn't a good idea right.

Every weekend there is something new to do, he spends lots of time thinking about how you are going to spend it. Also this would be the first time(s) you'd actually see him stress about work, since you live close enough to him now. (obviously he mentioned it many times before but that's a different experience) Solomon: Honestly you are free to choose where you'd want to live as he'd follow you anywhere.

Tbh I'm not sure about his finances but I'd like to imagine you don't have to worry about paying the bills. (as in: you have to work too if possible but that's ok)

He does his chores but he does them his way. If you do them differently he might comment but usually he just lets you be. It's entertaining to learn how many different ways there are to,,, doing dishes.

Simeon: Definitely prefers the Celestial Realm & I don't think there is much you can do to negotiate if you want to live with him. Similar to Solomon, paychecks aren't a big deal but it's something to consider; if possible you'd need to work to help out.

He has his favourite chores to do but occasionally he helps out with others as well, especially if he sees you might struggle / hate one.

a/n: for those wondering... no we didn't move in together yet because i'm still waiting for my vaccine... but once it's done we're ready<3 i'm a little bit nervous ngl but i'm so excited also dfgh

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