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griffintail · 3 years

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I watched this really cute anime movie about a deaf girl recently, and it gave me an idea I thought you might like!!

What if Tommy had a kid (how he came upon the child is irrelevant) who was deaf? Music, especially the discs are a big thing for Tommy, so it’d be a big adjustment for him to realize “Oh yeah, they can’t hear this”. He learns sign language with a LOT of help from others cause he wants to be able to communicate with his kid, and he and his kid sometimes gossip and tease people using sign language cause aside from a few basic signs, no one really knows what those two are talking about; well..maybe Tubbo knows, only cause he was the one Tommy spent the most time learning sign with.

Bonus, what if when his kid’s a little older they decide they wanna hear the discs their dad talks about, so they ask Uncle Techno to help them craft something akin to hearing aids; but y’know with magic and stuff. And when they hear their dad’s discs for the first time they cry cause it’s even better than they ever could have imagined??

I just, I like the fluffy stuff!!

- from, an Anon Who Probably Has Cavities From All This Sweetness🍬🍭🍫

To Hear

Summary: Tommy cares for a deaf, child (Y/N).

Pairings: Parental! Platonic! Tommy x Deaf! Child! Reader

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: Bruh, I was so excited to make this I did in a few hours. I have been thinking about this since you sent it in. I use some elements from Lost Ones but it’s soo not canon to my story.

*Any full sentences in Italics means they’re talking in Sign Language.*

I hope you enjoy it ♥

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Tommy didn’t know.

How was he supposed to?

He’d never met anyone that was deaf and didn’t know the signs. (Y/N) was also a baby when he first got her, not exactly like she could go, hey, I can’t hear.

So, he didn’t know for ages. He really didn’t know what he was doing raising a baby, so when she wasn’t talking by the age of one, he thought it could be a normal thing. He was worried but it could be normal! Babies weren’t super smart after all.

It was Wilbur that figured it out.

When he had come to visit his brother and found out he had a baby, of course, they sat down and had a serious talk about it, said baby still happily playing with her toys despite the yelling earlier. After Wilbur realized his brother wasn’t going to simply give up this child, especially after a year of work, he decided he might as well accept it. So, he went over to the child and sat next to her.

“Hi (Y/N).” Wilbur smiled lightly.

The child didn’t react though, having not noticed someone was next to her. Wilbur frowned slightly at this and put a hand on her arm, making her look at him now.

“Hi, little lady.” He greeted her again.

She made little babbles to him as she turned back to her toys.

“What words does she know?” Wilbur asked curiously, a small smile on his face again as he remembered when Fundy was a child.

“Uh, none yet. I can’t get her to say any. She likes making sounds but not much else.” Tommy admitted.

Wilbur looked at him surprised and Tommy knew now that this wasn’t normal if Wilbur had that face.

“You said she’s one, right?”

“Y-Yeah.” He nodded nervously.

His little girl wasn’t saying words and Wilbur looked concerned. Had he screwed up with his little one?

Wilbur looked back at (Y/N) though, his mind at work.

“(Y/N).” He said, but she once more didn’t look at him. “Tommy, does she ever respond to her name?”

“I mean, sometimes. Not all the time.”

“When she does respond, are you right in front of her?” Wilbur looked up at him.

Tommy thought about it before nodding slowly. “Yeah.”

“Does she ever get scared by your yelling? Or anyone’s yelling for that matter. Loud noises?”

“Not really, w-what has this got to do with anything?” Tommy questioned.

“…Tommy, I think (Y/N)’s deaf.”

Tommy stood there for a moment before shaking his head. “No, no, you’re wrong. She makes noises and things like that. She wouldn’t make them if she couldn’t hear them. And-And we relax to my discs all the time, they calm her down.”

Wilbur stood up, putting a hand gently on his brother’s shoulder. “She’ll still make sounds, but she won’t be able to form words, Tommy. She would have said any sort of word before now. She can also feel vibrations, they probably feel nice but she can’t hear any of it.”

At the moment, Tommy couldn’t form words as he stared at his brother trying to deny what he said, but…it made sense. Tommy could never get her to respond to her name. She never really seemed to care when he’d try and teach her how to speak. When he and Tubbo were being loud, she never even flinched. Even a small moment when he had been shouting and swearing profanities when she was napping came to mind as he remembered she never even woke up to that.

“My baby’s deaf.” He whispered. “What…I…God, how didn’t I notice?!”

“Calm down Tommy.” Wilbur took both of Tommy’s shoulders. “You’re a smart kid and you’ve been doing this for a year. You can figure it out and I’ll help you with it. I’m sure Tubbo will too.”

From there, it was a lot for Tommy to process. He had just gotten used to the fact he was taking care of a child; now he had to think several steps ahead and make sure he was ready when she got older. It was a shock to his best friend as well, that felt stupid too for not realizing it sooner, and they both took steps to figure it out.

There were countless days where instead of going out and adventuring, Tubbo and Tommy practiced having sign language conversations with each other. Other days, Tommy would try and teach (Y/N) simple sign words so she could now start to ask for what she wanted. The relief he felt when she actually started to pick up was immeasurable. He nearly cried when she signed dad to him for the first time without him teaching her.

When L’Manberg was starting to be formed, he made sure everyone within their walls knew how to talk basics with his child in case she needed anything from them. Tommy never liked leaving (Y/N) with anyone but himself and Tubbo and Wilbur, but when war came, things changed and he had to make sure his baby was being taken care of properly.

Somethings that Tommy did became said with the new thought.

Tommy still did his daily ritual with (Y/N), sitting with her and listening to a music disc. His heart broke a little each time now though as when they listened together, he realized every time before he was the only one listening to them. She couldn’t hear a single note. That frustrated him to no end some days as he wished his baby could hear such beautiful sounds but there was nothing, he could do to change it.

Years went on. L’Manberg was independent from the Dream SMP, Wilbur and Tommy were in power, Tommy had one of his discs back from Dream from a little scam, and (Y/N) was eleven years old.

“Can we go see Uncle Tubbo?” (Y/N) asked Tommy.

“Yeah, in a bit. Got to finish writing this for Wilbur. Bitch is so lazy.” Tommy smirked before going back to writing.

Wilbur looked over at the sounds of (Y/N)’s giggles.

“What are you doing Tommy?” He asked his brother.

“Nothing Wilbur,” Tommy called to him.

“He’s president, tell him to get off his lazy arse.”

Tommy had to put a hand over his mouth as Wilbur raised an eyebrow.

“What did she just say? She was going too fast for me.”

“Just a stupid joke Wilbur.” Tommy grinned as he gave (Y/N) a subtle thumbs up.

The older man shook his head as he went back to his potions as Tommy finished writing. Putting the book away, Tommy nodded his head for the door of the van and both he and (Y/N) left. She wore her own L’Manberg uniform as they walked down the path towards Tubbo’s home.

“It still sucks his old house is gone. I liked it.”

“Yeah, but what are you going to do when you have a power-hungry green bitch?”

(Y/N) giggled again as they got to Tubbo’s house, Tommy barging in.

“Tubbo!” He called.

Tubbo poked his head out from where he was gathering up a few things and smiled.

“Hey, Tommy! Hey (Y/N).” Tubbo greeted them.

“Hi, Uncle Tubbo. Did you get any new bees?”

“I did, they’re with the rest of the hive. You can go see them, just don’t scare them.”

“I know. I’ll be back dad!”

Tommy gave her a salute and she was gone.

“She been doing ok?” Tubbo asked.

“Yeah, she’s been pretty good.” Tommy grinned. “She talked shit about Wilbur in front of him and it was pretty funny.”

“I still can’t believe you taught her to swear.” Tubbo shook his head as he went back to his chests.

“It’s hilarious! No one else knows what we’re saying but you!”

“That’s because I learned with you. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t know either.” Tubbo reminded him. “Jack figure it out yet?”

“No.” Tommy rolled his eyes.

A few of the new members of L’Manberg and the Dream SMP struggled to remember (Y/N) was deaf and often startled her or would simply walk up to her and try and just simply talk. The little girl struggled with her deafness sometimes as she was different from everyone else. Tommy was always there to assure her though that she was fine the way she was.

“But hey, I was thinking about how to get my disc back from Skeppy,” Tommy mentioned.

“Oh yeah, what this time?” Tubbo asked.

(Y/N) came back in smiling as Tommy and Tubbo were talking animatedly about their plan. She gave a simple clap to let them know she was there as she often did when she’d enter a room and no one noticed. They both looked over and motioned her over, talking about their plan instead in sign so she’d know what they were talking about.

They were talking about the discs again and she frowned slightly. Her father loved playing discs when they were home and she liked feeling the music but she couldn’t help but always wonder what it was like to listen to what her father could hear. To know why he liked them so much that Dream would take them from him.

A few months past and (Y/N) got herself a new uncle when he settled down close by to their homeland. Technoblade had come to see what his brothers were up to and decided to stick around for a while to see if their government got out of hand. (Y/N) wasn’t sure what that meant but she thought he was pretty cool.

One of the coolest things was that he already knew rough sign language, having needed it for one of his travels. She thrilled for her father not have to teach someone once more the basics, instead Techno taught himself how to sign better and more advanced words so he could talk to her when she was around.

She was around a decent bit of time.

As Techno was now around, Tommy liked to spar with him and (Y/N) liked to watch her father’s skills at work. Alongside that, Techno told her a few stories about his travels or just stories with the sign he taught himself. He often also lent her books for her to read in her spare time.

Tommy had never felt more grateful for his oldest brother.

Sure, he couldn’t talk shit around Techno because he’d know what he was saying, but seeing (Y/N) smile to be able to talk to someone else made up for it.

Today though, (Y/N) had to ask Techno for a favor. All of the boys and her were at Wilbur’s to just have some family time, so now was the perfect time.

“Hey Techno.” (Y/N) stood nervously in front of him as Tommy was arguing with Wilbur in the kitchen.

“Yeah?” He raised an eyebrow as he watched her.

“You know how to do enchantments and stuff right?”

“Yeah, I do quite a bit of it.”

“Are you really good at it?”

“I’d say so, why?”

“I want to hear.”

Techno leaned back in his seat watching her. She looked rather passionate about hearing.

“Why?”

She hesitated to move her hands. “Dad really likes his discs and I just.” She paused. “I want to hear what they’re like, even for a few moments to have something more with him.”

Techno gave a small smile as he nodded. “Yeah, alright. I’ll work on something when I get home. You got to go into the kitchen right now though and curse Wilbur out.”

“Easy! Deal!”

A few moments later, Tommy was dying of laughter as Techno smirked in his seat as Wilbur demanded to know what (Y/N) was saying. Wilbur knew he should have been getting more lessons from Techno.

It took Techno a few days but he managed to get small devices enchanted to hear for a few hours.

“It’d take me a lot more work to get permanent hearing. That’s a long project and I’d need some help. But these will work for a few hours before they bug out.” Techno told her as she held them in her hands, having taken her to “watch her”.

“Thank you so much Techno.”

“It’s what I do. And I guess you can start calling me Uncle.”

She grinned before putting the devices in her ears. For a moment, there was nothing, but that was because Techno made sure they were in a quiet place so she wasn’t overwhelmed. He waited before speaking.

“So?”

She jumped at the sound before smiling widely.

“I can hear!”

“Great, let’s go see Tommy.” He said as he signed along with his words.

She wouldn’t know what each word would sound like, that would take more than a few hours, so she’d still have to see sign but that wasn’t the purpose of Techno’s work. They walked back to Tommy’s base and Techno knocked on the door as (Y/N) was looking around in amazement. Tommy flung the door open, grinning to see (Y/N) was already back.

“You bored her already?” Tommy laughed, (Y/N) looking over as she smiled at the sound of her father’s voice.

“No, I only needed her to see if what I made actually worked,” Techno told him as they went into the house.

“And what the hell is that?” Tommy asked as he looked at (Y/N) as Techno’s back was turned. “How stupid was it?”

(Y/N) giggled. “You sound pretty cool dad.”

Tommy frowned, confused, as Techno leaned on a wall. “What does that mean?”

“Uncle Techno helped enchant devices that let me hear for a few hours.”

Tommy stood frozen for a moment before he snapped his head to Techno.

“Is she serious?” He asked.

“Dead serious.” Techno nodded.

Tommy looked at (Y/N) and grinned, hugging her tightly.

“You can hear!” He laughed, making (Y/N) cringe. “Oops, right. You’re not used to that.”

“I’m ok.” She told him figuring he was feeling guilty.

“She won’t understand words, remember.” Techno reminded his brother.

“Right.” Tommy nodded. “There’s so many sounds you should hear. I don’t know where to start!”

“Well, I asked Uncle Techno so I could hear your discs.”

Tommy’s eyes went wide before he grinned taking (Y/N)’s hand and pulling her to the jukebox outside.

“Wait right here.” He instructed her as he rushed back inside, Techno coming out lazily with a smile.

Tommy ran back with a familiar purple and white-colored disc. He rested it on the jukebox before speaking to (Y/N).

“This is Mellohi. It’s the disc I gave to Dream before I got it back. One of the discs I played for you all the time when you were a baby before I knew and even after. This is one of our discs.”

Tommy picked up the disc again, taking a deep breath before putting it on. He sat next to (Y/N) on the bench as the song started to play. (Y/N) sat in amazement as she felt the familiar vibrations but also heard the sound it made. Tommy had such a wide smile as he wiped the corner of his eyes of tears as he watched (Y/N)’s reaction to one of their discs.

She begged him to put on another and Tommy gladly brought out the rest of his collection, Techno having long ago left to see his mission accomplished. They spent those hours they had listening to their discs, Tommy telling Tubbo at one point and the other boy joining the two of them. The trio sat there until the enchantment ran out, but Tommy couldn’t be happier.

His baby had heard their discs and he swore to himself that he’d help Techno with whatever he needed to make it permanent.

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt fanfiction #tommyinnit x reader #dreamsmp #dreamsmp x reader

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honey-milk-depresso · 3 years

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TWST Personal Preferance with a Tsundere s/o

HDGDDGJGD OKAY YEAH, PROCRASTINATED BUT I FINISHED IT WHOO-

Also, I’m not gonna waste my time writing about tsundere trope, but, a tsundere is someone who acts tough and stuff but is actually love dovey and soft on the inside.

Hope you enjoy!

Trey Clover

Honestly I feel like he’s a really good partner for a tsundere

And he’d be the genuinely sweet type of person-

And maybe he didn’t understand at first

but he’ll figure that out quite quickly that you’re just like that-

Actually-

If you remember watching the tsundere song, the Emirichu animation?

That’s basically how your relationship was like-

before getting into a romantic one,

like when you two were ACTUALLY DATING

Back then- HWOOP-

Yeah, constant subtle flirting from Trey

and you constantly blushing and just asking him to shush-

his teasing is very light though.

Helping him bake goes something like this:

“Hey! Trey, don’t leave the stove on! Do you want to catch to dorm on fire?!”

“Can you be more careful with the flour dust on the floor? You wanna slip and fall?”

“Slip fall for you, yes.”

“I DIDN’T MEANT IT THAT WAY YOU IDIOT-”

Side note, he did those things on purpose cuz he KNOWS you would rush to his side.

And he enjoys the fact that you care for him though not admitting it.

He’s pretty weird he actually likes it.

And when you two actually start dating, you’re still the same-

just plus all the hugs and stuff-

“Argh, Trey you’re so annoying sometimes,” *starts packing and organizing his room*

“Constantly working. You know I won’t always be there right??,” *you go closer to him and hug him while pushing him to his bed.*

“And remember to go to bed!” *cuddle in bed*

“Yes, love”

“OH YOU-”

Jade Leech

The PERFECT one for a tsundere s/o

He sees through you’re acts and words, and he’ll be constantly teasing you and patting your head with a smile.

His teasing and flirting is worse than Trey dear god-

He’s gonna make it a habit to fluster you every. time.

“Jade! Stop overworking yourself, you’re gonna get tired!”

“Me? Get tired of overworking to love you? I don’t think so, Angel fish.”

“I- YOU- HEY DON’T AVOID MY DEMAND AND GO TO SLEEP-”

Honestly,

he’s also like Trey,

He’ll do trivial things that makes you worried about him.

Example he’ll “forget” to fold his clothes and “rush” to work and he’ll see 5 minutes later of you folding his clothes for him.

Or he’ll leave and unfinished terrarium on his table and see you pouring the soil in the bottle with the plant and then you water the plant for him.

And he’ll startle you by entering the room,

“Oya oya? What are you doing, s/o?~”

“WHA- I- I WAS JUST MAKING SURE YOUR PLANTS WON’T DIE BECAUSE OF YOU!”

“How very sweet of you~”

“I DIDN’T DO IT FOR YOU-”

*sighs*

Aren’t you precious?

Once you actually get into a relationship he won’t stop hugging and kissing you-

like he just love seeing you all flustered when he does so-

cuz you look adorable~

Well honestly Jade x Tsundere s/o?

10/10-

Azul Ashengrotto

Ah well-

Tsundere song maybe??

I think he’d be a little confused?

And a little hurt by all the harsh things you say to him-

“You stupid octopus, take that back!”

But once he sees you actually care for him,

he’s all out for you.

He just loves teasing you!

Not as much as Jade, but still-

“Well aren’t you looking more cute today, s/o~”

“I’M NOT CUTE!”

“You’re right, you’re adorable~”

“AZUL YOU-”

Ahahahahaha-

Bruh-

I’m sorry this man I-

he actually the one who loves it the most you take care of him

with your snappy attitude-

like-

YEET-

I think that’s because he always wanted others to care for him too,

and having someone like you really warms his heart.

SGGKlzLKSH AND HE GETS TO BE THE ONE TEASING HECK YEAH-

SIGN HIM UP-

He also likes leaving gifts for you.

Not just because he wants to express his gratitude,

but also cuz he likes it when you concern over him and his expanses.

“Geez, Azul! You didn’t have to buy me a plushie. It’s not like I need it..”

“Then do you want me to get you something you need?”

“WHAT . NO. LATER YOU’LL GO BROKE OR SOMETHING THEN YOU’LL COME COMPLAINING TO ME!”

“Why would I ever complain of spending on you, love~?”

“YOU-”

Dating him is pretty much the same, just more affectionate touches that makes you more flustered.

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader'#twisted wonderland x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech x reader #jade leech #trey clover #trey clover x reader #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst x reader headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader headcanons

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nachohypno · 3 years

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Pine’s Football Jocks (Rewritten!) - Ch. 3

Past Pine’s POV

I could barely sleep that night. Not because of nightmares or stress, or anything bad at all-

It was because Garrett- (Wait, I can call him Gary now!) Gary sent me a two minutes-long video playing with his body, cock included. It wouldn’t be a big deal normally, except that this is like the first nude I’ve ever gotten and I feel like it’s a big deal.

Sure, I ‘ordered’ him to make it and send it, but it’s still really exciting!

I was replaying it for like the millionth time, I wasn’t keeping track of how many times I’ve seen this video but it never got old.

The video showed Gary posing shirtless, flexing his arms and torso for the camera, before laying down on his bed and playing with his hard cock. It’s quite impressive how he managed to achieve that body size and definition, but it seemed proper since I think a linebacker needs to be big and strong?

Don’t get me wrong, I haven’t forgotten about all the shit he did to me and I’d like to have some payback time soon. But for now, this was enough to calm my ‘rage’.

Gary is silent for most of the video, except for when he softly moans whenever he’ll grab his own cock. I should change that for future videos, maybe some naughty talk can make it even better. But sadly, he was off to bed already. So it was just me, Gary’s video and…

[Hey, bro???]

Mike’s message from hours ago. He must be off to bed by now already, but let me see…

[Wanna chat?? U wont believe this match I just won-] I stopped reading, went out of the chat and focused again on Gary’s video. So nice looking pecs, great abs, that hard cock. Ooooof, it was making me hard all over again.

Putting a lot of will power though, I decided to put the phone down for the night (Finally, because it was almost 1 am) and went over to my bed.

‘Tomorrow will be even better. I know it’ I told myself, smiling as I closed my eyes while imagining myself playing with Gary’s body in person again.

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Present Pine’s POV

I decided to start reading this thing before reading them out loud to Mikey, to make sure there’s nothing that’ll make him feel bad. Senior year was just a bitch, and there’s nothing we can do about it.

I don’t plan on rewriting what happened to make a ‘Mike-friendly’ version because these are my memories, twisting them around would miss the complete point of writing them down in the first place. I just wanted to be able to remember how we got here without missing any details, and he wanted to hear the full story. Maybe I can just skip some of the rougher scenes when he appears?

Like, I’m not an angel either. I guess I was just a bit too rough back before the ‘golden rule’ was a thing, so up until then, the wiser thing to do would be review this thing and separate the unnecessary parts from the important ones, that way I’m telling a good story and I’m leaving the unimportant stuff out.

I gave a huge sigh of relief. This was going to be much easier than what I thought. Looking up, I noticed the big guy finished his shower and was trying to untie the bag around his cast while he walked on a towel around his waist.

I was kind of surprised it didn’t fall off, since he was having a bit of trouble with the bag. “Need any help, big boy?”

Mike looked at me, a little smile appearing on his face. “Oh, uh… Sure thing!” It’s been quite a while and he still had a rough time getting used to the cast. Luckily, it was supposedly going to be taken off in a few weeks, if everything goes right.

Leaving my laptop aside again, I got up and walked over to him. Mike extended his injured arm and I began to untie the bag. “What’cha doin over there?” He asked, looking at the laptop with a bit of confusion in his face. “Is it story time already?”

It was funny. I thought about this as a little way to distract him from… reality and stuff, you know, and he ended up taking it as a new part of his schedule. Even calling it ‘story time’ now, apparently.

“I mean,” I mumbled, almost finishing with the bag. “We can have story time now if you’d like. I was just checking the stuff to come, to decide how I should divide the chapters and that kind of thing.” The bag came off his arm, and he extended it a bit.

The jock leaned in and smooched me on the lips, before mumbling a little “Thanks, bro”. It made me smile, and feel all warm and nice. “And sure, I’d love to have story time now! Been a few days already, but didn’t wanna push you to read without you bringin’ it up first…” He scratched the back of his head, looking away with a nervous smile.

“Don’t worry,” I said, putting the bag aside before looking back at him. “Today was a pretty tame day, so we can definitely do some good story time. Wat’cha think, big boy?”

“That’s a new one. The ‘Big boy’ I mean. I like it. I like you…” He leaned in for another kiss, but I grabbed him by the hand before he could reach me, thinking about dragging him to the couch. That seemed to become the perfect place for story time. Well, that and our bed, but we have used the couch more and it was closer at the moment.

What? I can be lazy too!

But first… “Aww. Well, time to drop deep, big boy.” I told him, examining his face as I watched his eyes become glassy, and his mouth turn into a dumb smile.

“Yussss, bruh…” He managed to answer, completely under already.

I looked at him, his hunk body at full display, except for the part beneath the towel. I would normally tell him to dress up first, but I knew the guy wasn’t getting much action lately. Or, barely any action at all.

The cast on his arm apparently got into his way of flirting, and it doesn’t seem like girls around campus want to have fun with ‘the broken quarterback’. That’s the cruel nickname he got, and I plan on giving him a triumphant return once his arm gets better.

I have a hunch his arm will be ready to play football again soon, but I prefer to be 100% and ask a real doctor. I don’t want my best friend to end up with a worse injury because I forced him to play or something.

“Drop that towel, too” I ordered him, and he slowly moved his hand to the towel, undoing it as the gravity took effect. Soon, Mikey stood in front of me in all of his naked glory. Cock semi hard on display, I started dragging him with me towards the couch.

I sat down, and I told him to do the same. After grabbing the laptop and opening the story file again, I looked over at Mike and mumbled a nice “Wake up now, sleepy boy”.

His expression returned to his face, but quickly replaced by confusion as he was now in a different spot. “What…?”

“It’s okay, just lay down and enjoy the story time. Got it, big boy?” I leaned in and gave him a good kiss. He kissed back, sloppy tongue and all, but of course I had the lead on the make out session.

If we didn’t have the story time about to start, I would have thrown the laptop off my lap and jumped on top of the muscular jock.

But… gotta do what I gotta do. I stopped the kiss, caressed his face, and then turned my gaze to the screen as he laid down next to me.

“So… Where were we…”

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Past Pine’s POV

I’ve had an amazing day.

Still not used to the whole ‘powers’ thing, I missed the opportunity to make Garrett drive me to school. However, that was on my plans. I wanted to make the most out of my new-found mind control power!

Sadly, now that I wanted to encounter a jock so badly, it seemed like they were the ones hiding from me now. The few ones I saw (That I share classes with, at least) seemed to ignore me or not notice me at all. Which is nice but… I kind of wanted to try this thing out, okay?

Noticing Gary walking over with a few of his teammates behind him, I took a deep breath and remained in place. I don’t know if they saw me either, but there was a surprising and greatly appreciated lack of shoving today! My arm was grateful.

Mike was the last guy to leave the classroom, because he was a slow writer sometimes, so he needed to stay a few minutes more and get his stuff down to paper. Otherwise, the teachers would get very mad at him for ‘not paying attention’.

“Oh. Hey bro,” Mike said, giving me a warm smile before stopping at my side. I was staring at the passing-by jocks in front of us, and the big guy took some time to greet them as they passed by. “Huh, they looked pretty friendly today. Towards you, I mean…”

“I think so, yeah.” I wasn’t sure if I should tell him about Gary being my friend now. Of course, the slave part was off the question, no-one could know about this nor anything related to my newfound superpower. That raised the question if I could erase memories by commanding that…

Lots of experimenting will give me the answer, I hope!

“Phew, glad to hear that” My former best friend patted my back. “I was getting kinda worried yesterday when I didn't get a reply. Y’know I can see when you’re online, right?”

I rolled my eyes. It was kind of annoying how he would pretend everything was fine and nothing ever happened. Even after a month or so of barely talking.

“But hey. I have the evening free after football practice, in case you want to come over and… y’know, play some smash or something” I got to admit that watching him act all nervous just because he was talking to me was a bit funny. It made me let out an internal ‘Aww’.

“Uhm… Sorry, got a study session prepared after football practice. So-”

“Wait, what?” Mike opened his eyes wide in surprise. “Are you tutoring someone from the team? Who is it? Huh, that was a quick solution to the… uh… thing”

Ignoring that last dumb comment, I answered with a “Garrett practically begged me to help him with his homework and a few more things. We made a deal, no more bullying in exchange for passing his classes”

I made up the story at the moment, and I surprised myself with how quickly I came up with that.

The jock placed a hand on my shoulder, a look of concern on his face. “If he tries something bad…”

“He’s pretty nice, actually” Now I was just being an asshole. “He dropped the ‘faggot’ nickname and treated me nicely yesterday. I was kind of scared, but he really surprised me.” I shrugged, trying to look like I didn’t care at all.

Of course, I was making it up. I can’t just tell Mike that I randomly managed to control Garrett’s mind and apparently turned him into a slave. I had proof that it hadn’t been a dream, since Gary sent me a video playing with his body and I checked it out again this morning.

“I don’t think we’re talking about the same Garrett…” Mike started. It was nice of him to get worried, but everything was under control. Besides, I was still mad at him even though the problem was now solved, but it wouldn’t hurt to teach him that actions have consequences.

‘I’m an awful friend’ I thought, but the thought was shrugged off quickly when Gary approached us.

The mean jock punched my shoulder in a rough but friendly way, which caused Mike to shoot a glare at him, but still not move. It hit different now, not hurting as much as before and being kind of… Glad that he didn’t jump on Garrett’s jugular now.

I mean, it’s just like when you get a new toy and you don’t want anyone to break it.

“Hey bros. Wat’chu talking bout?”

Mike and Gary weren’t really fond of each other. The tension could be felt as I was trapped between them, Mike still glaring at Gary and the latter trying to ignore him by staring down at me. It was funny how Gary is supposed to be bigger than Mike, due to him being the linebacker.

Truth is, they are almost the same size, Gary surpassing my childhood friend by a bit more of muscular definition. Mike doesn’t look bad, but I know he’s fully natural. Meanwhile, I still suspect Garrett is on steroids.

“Uh… I was about to ask Pine here if he wanted to come over and play some smash,” I could practically feel how Mikey was hoping for Garrett to not jump in the wagon and ask to join. “So… What do you think, bro?”

I was going to answer him that I was busy. That was my usual excuse when Mike wanted to hang out. I was still not ready to hang out with him again, I needed a bit more time to calm down, now that Garrett wasn’t a problem anymore. There were still the other football guys, so that was a thing to take care of.

“Can’t do, bro. Lil’ Pine here and I got a study session, gotta take all those maths and shit in.” Garrett answered for me, grabbing me by the shoulders and shaking me a bit. It sounded a bit rougher than what I intended, but it did the dirty work for me, I guess.

“Well, how about after your study session? We barely hang out anymore…”

I gotta give it to the guy, he was actually pushing for it this time. I appreciated that.

“Sure, if we finish the studying thing quickly, I’ll head over to your place.” I patted Mike’s back, and he smiled faintly.

“Yeah, that’d be great. Gonna be practicing my fighting skills!” My jock friend seemed excited, all of a sudden. “Gonna get going now, but hey, see you later!”

Gary and I watched as he turned around and started walking away. He seemed happier now, but Gary had a look of disgust on his face. “He’s kind of annoying, bro. I don’t know how you put up with him”

“Hey, don’t talk about him like that. Just because we discussed doesn’t mean you can trash talk my best friend, got it? Besides, it’s your fault we even discussed in the first place” No, it wasn’t. Mike went around telling my business to his teammates. But Garrett played a part in me being really mad at Mikey, so he did have a bit -lots- of guilt.

The glassy eyes returned, as he mumbled a quick ‘Yeees, bro…” before his face returned to normal. “Uhm, sorry. Didn’t mean to offend you, bro”

“It’s… okay. Should we get going? That ‘study session’ won’t get done by itself.” I took a deep breath, trying to keep myself cool.

“Yeeaaaah… So… About the studying thing…” The big jock scratched the back of his head, a somewhat childish grin on his face. “I invited a friend over”

“You did what?” I was, of course, going to scold him! How could he be so… Irresponsible! I tried to keep my cool as best as I could, because I couldn’t show that I was Gary’s ‘master’ at school.

“Please don’t be mad, but he’s coming right up to leave with us…”

“This is the tutor dude, right?” A guy said behind me. I recognized that voice…

Slowly turning around, I took a moment to observe my classmate. Brent had short hair, almost a military cut. He used to keep it long but according to Mikey, his dad made him cut it and he’s kept it like this ever since.

A bit smaller than Gary, but still displaying a good physique, Brent was wearing a green shirt and jeans. His varsity jacket was tied to his bag, which I couldn’t understand. Those things are GREAT! They look really good, they are warm and cozy, AND they make the wearer 10 times hotter, like some kind of rpg armor with special stats.

I know what I’m talking about, when Mike got his varsity jacket I would ask him to let me wear it just because it’s cozy and keeps me warm in winter. The big guy was happy to do so, but he really adores his varsity jacket so I couldn’t keep it away from him for too long.

Back to the ‘extra student’ situation, though!

I was unsure if I should take Brent in. He was… okay. I mean, personality wise. I don’t keep tabs on which jocks go after me and how much they do, it’s usually peer pressure and if I go into that, I’ll have more revenge to do than the Green Arrow.

‘You’ve failed this nerd’ and then I enslave them. Hehe.

And if we go by appearance wise, the guy is hot. Most of the football guys will be hot for me, because I like big guys and they go through some rough training. Even the shortest guy has a nice build, it was surprising.

“Pine. My name is Pine” I stated, not really annoyed at being called ‘tutor dude’ but if I was going to help him, then I expected some degree of respect.

“Cool. Brent.” He extended his hand, and I shook it. I kind of expected him to be all rough about it and crush my hand, but he was quite gentle. That earned him some points.

“Uhm… What do you need help with…? I got to know what I’m going to help you with before we actually get on it.” It was logic, I’m not going to wait until we’re at Gary’s house. Not that it would matter much but… Hey, maybe I can do some good with my powers.

Y’know, proving I’m better than these guys by helping them, alongside having my little payback?

It’s also a good testing ground for my powers, to see if I can make them somehow smarter. Huh, it just sounds better and better.

“Math. My bro told me you were helping him with it yesterday and I really, really need some help before the exams. I ain’t really on edge with my grades, but I don’t wanna risk it.” Glad to hear Gary has been using the excuse I told him to use.

“Hmm. All right then, let’s get going and I’ll do my best to help you with that” I tried to sound cold, but again it fell flat. And Brent just didn’t seem to care.

He looked at Gary and said “Huh, you were right, bro. This guy’s a life-saver!”

“See? Told ya. We kinda made a deal and I’m leaving him intact as long as he helps me, so maybe he’ll extend that deal to you and you won’t need to pay!” I kind of wanted to kick Gary’s nuts right about now, but kept it to myself.

I don’t know if I could make Brent my slave as easily as I did with the first one, so I was really hoping Gary would shut up until I figured things out.

We set on our way after that, walking towards the exit and then towards Gary’s car. I sat on the back seat this time, since I figured the new jock would like to sit with his teammate on the front.

But then, it struck me.

“Hey Brent. Sit on the back with me, will you?” I said, in a commanding voice. If this didn’t work, I would have earned myself a beat up.

“Sure, why not” was his answer. I didn’t see his face, but I don’t that was just him being nice at the tutor dude. He totally glazed out when I ordered him!

There was a bit of a gap between us, as we sat on the opposite sides of the seat. Gary didn’t seem to care about the situation at all, he sat on the driver’s seat and just waited for us to be ready. Once we were done, he turned on the car and drove off.

I looked at Brent, trying to figure out what to do now that I… ‘made’ him sit on the back seat with me.

Moving closer to him, I tried something out. “Uh… Brent,” I figured it would be important to state his name, this way Gary wouldn’t get confused and get the command as his own. “Don’t mind at all what I’m about to do; It’s totally normal and you’re okay with it.”

This time, I did look at his face. Eyes glazed over, and he slurred a “Yeeaah…”.

Awesome.

I moved my hand and lifted his shirt up. His body was pretty nice, and I didn’t hesitate to feel him up. I was getting the hold of this ‘controlling guys’ thing!

My hand went down, until it rested on top of the jock’s crotch. Brent just stared through the window, not caring about what was I doing. This. Is. The. Best.

I kind of wanted to undo his pants and grab his package, but I think it would be better if I left that for later. I had a little idea, and I wanted to see it play out instead of just rushing things.

I did have a little idea, in the meantime. “Wrap an arm around my shoulders” And Brent did so, while still not paying attention, apparently. It was warm and it felt good, so that was enough to satiate my hunger for control, heh.

I noticed Garrett looked at us through the driving mirror and asked “Huh, getting comfortable back there, aren’t ya?”

That’s when Brent looked down at me, noticing he was hugging me. I thought he was going to pull back, but he didn’t. “Yeah, I guess so. You don’t mind, right dude?”

I shrugged. “It’s kinda nice. Pull me closer and hug me tight.”

“Okay.” It felt even warmer now, and I loved it. The fact that he’s totally oblivious or doesn’t care about it makes it kind of hotter, but I’d prefer to have him like Gary was just yesterday. Waiting for orders with a big smile on his face.

“You don’t think this is weird?”

“I would, normally. But I want to do this, otherwise I’d tell you to go fuck yourself” Quite straightforward, but I didn’t mind. It helped me think that whenever I order something to these guys, it appears to them that it’s actually their own idea.

Garrett chuckled on the front. “Don’t get too comfortable. We’re about to arrive” That’s the thing when you live in a small town, everything is right around the corner, or it feels like it.

I managed to enjoy a few more minutes with Brent hugging me like this, before Garrett parked in front of his garage. That was our cue to get down. Brent didn’t seem to mind at all what just happened, which was… okay.

On a little side note, It was weird how Garrett’s parents never seemed to be at home. I guess it fits the guy’s style well, got the whole place to himself in case he wants to bring a ‘friend’ over, or something. I wouldn’t mind having a mansion to myself either, so that’s good for him. I guess.

Once we all got out of the car (Brent wasn’t being so… ‘close’ to me anymore, but rather came back to barely interact with me), we entered Gary’s place and I took a moment to take in the big place.

“So, up to my room again? Or do you guys prefer the dining room for studying n’ shit?” Garrett asked, tilting his head a bit.

I looked at the two guys, and decided to take the lead from this point onwards. If I was going to be the ‘teacher’, then I had the choice!

“Your room would probably be a bit cozier, and your desk has enough space for you two. Just imagine we’re at the school’s desks, if anything.” I answered, my voice sounding a bit more nervous than before, but I tried to reassure myself that I could do it.

Brent didn’t complain, he just shrugged and went “No problem by me” He wasn’t being mind controlled to agree, I could tell. But my plan was going smoothly, so I didn’t mind.

That being said, I was growing impatient as we walked to Gary’s room. Once we entered, both jocks sat in front of the desk, grabbed their bags to get their school stuff, then waited for me.

I didn’t want to just be like ‘You will now obey me completely! Nyehehehe!’ because that sounded a bit lame, and I don’t know if they can break out of it if I don’t put special care or something. So, let’s give it my best!

Both guys had problems on long operations, so I grabbed my own notes and gave them a few of the exercises we’ve seen in our classes. I did my best to explain it to them, and tried to say something like ‘Remember this well’, to make sure they learn to solve it or at least keep my explanation in their heads and work their way around it.

Garrett got around the first exercise eventually, a few minutes after we started. He was a good boy!

Brent wasn’t being so lucky, sadly. “Need help with that?” I asked him, placing my hand on his shoulder before taking it away quickly.

He looked at me a bit confused, before realizing what just happened. “It’s… alright. Just can’t get how you get the two last results…”

I leaned over to see his sheet. Huh, he was barely making any progress. I see that this guy really needed the help.

Luckily, I can help him. I shouldn’t, because I remember Brent being one of the football guys that bullied me, but I’ll get to the payback later. Now, I can do some good actions, right?

“See, you missed the point of these numbers here… This one replaces B, this one goes where A is –both As- and this one replaces C. Got it so far?”

“I guess so…” Brent traced little arrows to which numbers replaced which letters in the operation. I looked over at Gary and he was silent, still doing his own exercises.

“Good. Now, just do as I say. It only gets easier from here.” I mumbled, but quickly got silent.

I noticed Brent’s face relaxed after I said that. “Do as you say…” He repeated, eyes glazed over again. Gary lifted his head and looked at Brent. A little smile appeared on his face, as he gave me a quick thumb up.

Not going to lie, it was a bit getting on my nerves how this thing worked at random. Must be something on how I phrase my words, or the way I say them? I have no idea, fuck.

Was he happy I just did something to his teammate? I mean, it was nice but… weird.

Anyway, I guess that should do the trick? I still wanted to do something else because that didn’t erase my fear of him overcoming the mind control. Gary apparently already accepted it, and he seemed happy.

I shrugged off my thoughts and kept explaining the rest of the operation. It went nicely, as Brent only focused on what I had to say. That seemed to make everything really easy for me!

After he got his results, the big jock patted my back softly. “Thanks, man. I dunno how you got this stuff in, but it just seems so easy now!”

“Hey, it’s… okay, I guess.” I answered, my voice stuttering a bit due to the nervousness.

I’m not used to being praised by the jocks, much less having them chat normally to me. And the fact that he was trying to avoid most contact before made me think that he does remember the stuff his team did, including himself.

Garrett looked up again and punched his friend’s shoulder. It seemed rough, but Brent apparently didn’t mind. He just coughed a bit and looked down to the floor. “And, uh… Sorry for… Y’know, all the stuff that happened to you. Not gonna happen again… Not by me, at least.”

A little smile formed on my face. I wondered if Gary had talked to him about apologizing, and if he did it with anybody else. It felt nice, didn’t erase all the stuff that happened, but still felt nice.

“Actually,” I started speaking, catching both jocks’ attention. They stared at me, not muttering a single word or seeming to interrupt. It was like I was a superior, which in a way, I was for Gary but not for Brent. Not yet. “I have an idea that I know you both will like.”

“Huh, what is it?” Garrett asked, leaving his pencil on the desk and turning his chair around to face me.

“Got me all curious now, hahah” Brent told his teammate, before facing me too.

“Lil’ bird told me you come from a military family, right?” I asked Brent, ever so casually. He didn’t take it as funny, though. His smile quickly turned into a frown. ‘Such a way to go, Piney!’ I told myself, wanting to bump my head on the wall.

“Uh… What’s it to ya?” I figured he wouldn’t be as open when I brought up his family. As I mentioned, I knew he came from a military family, and Mike had told me a few stories about the guy getting mad because his teammates mock him about it.

“N-Nothing, I just… uhm… thought it would be… Forget about what I said, I know the answer already.” I tried to shrug it off, trying to slip back into the ‘I’m in charge here’ mentality. “Both guys, strip down to your underwear. You won’t think this is weird, it’s actually a fun game that I’m totally not making up”

I got to see their faces blanking out, as they got up and started lazily getting undressed. Shirts went off first, which revealed some nice pecs and abs, always nice to see those.

Brent was actually a bit smaller than Gary, like, in a muscular way. He was still nice, but barely near Gary’s level. Points for Gary, I think? Brent still had a nice hunk-ish build, and I didn’t notice this before but he had a pair of blank dog tags hanging from his neck. That was a cute detail!

The shoes went off second, then the pants. They struggled a bit with those because they tried to take their clothes off as quickly as possible, but they also made weird robotic/lazy movements, which I assumed was because of the mind control. Other than that, I was very satisfied with the results.

Two semi-naked jocks in front of me, what to do now?

“The game I had in mind is called ‘The jock and the soldier’, ever heard of it?” I asked, and the guys shook their heads in denial. “Well, it’s a very fun game played by three persons. There’s the jock, that’ll be you, Gary. There’s the soldier, which will be played by Brent. And then there’s me, the game master!”

They were visibly confused. Brent was the one not enslaved yet, so he said “Wait, why are we playing a game? I thought we were studying…?”

I found it funny that he didn’t think it was weird that he just stripped to his underwear because I said so.

“The game is actually very important! Will teach you a valuable… very valuable life lesson, okay?”

“Ooookay… How do we play?”

“It’s simple enough! First, we gotta decide who’ll be the superior one between you two, or the ‘top’. Whatever you want to call it.” It was actually quite hard to come up with this stuff. “Let’s settle it with…” I blanked out. Like, not in trance/mind control way, but in a ‘I’ve run out of ideas way’. I had to get a notepad and write my ideas now to avoid this from happening!

‘C’mon, Piney. Think!’ I told myself. What would a jock do to solve a dispute between ‘bros’? Hmm… “A wrestling match. This is a very good idea and you’re both eager to participate!” I didn’t know what I was saying, but if I was correct, a wrestling match was the one where they tried to out-strength the other guy and not the one where they blow their teeth out with punches.

“Hell yeah!” Gary shouted, not blanking out this time. It didn’t bother me; I knew he already was pretty much enslaved already. “Prepare to lose, bro!”

Brent didn’t turn down the offer, so that meant it worked on him too! “Gonna make you bite the dust, Basch!” The soldier-guy replied at Gary, as they started getting in position a few meters away from each other.

At first, I thought a wrestling match wouldn’t be a good thing because this is Gary’s bedroom, but I think the space is wide enough for them to wrestle between the bed and the desk. I just pushed the chair and the stool into the desk so they wouldn’t get in the middle.

“Ready?” Grunts of approval were heard from both sides. I walked to my safe area: Garrett’s bed, and got comfortable. “Start!”

Gary had the upper hand at the start, lunging at Brent and pushing him back to his own starting line. Brent wasn’t too far behind though; he was putting up a good fight to not go down so easily. It was pretty entertaining to watch, especially with both participants being in their underwear.

“So, uh… I forgot to tell you guys what the game master does, so I’ll just explain it while you two wrestle. Is that okay?” They were too busy trying to win to talk, but they grunted again in approval. “Well, as the game master, I’m the one to tells you what to do, and you’re the ones that do it without a question. It’s totally normal, just doing what I say without a second thought”

The wrestling slowed down for a second, from both sides. Brent seemed to be gaining the upper hand now, but Gary being a bit bigger than him didn’t make that easy, at all.

“And for my first order, I want you both to get hard. You both find this game incredibly arousing.” Gosh, I hope I didn’t sound too weird.

“Yes, master!” Gary managed to say, while he pushed Brent off.

“What the… heck?!” Brent said, and I figured he didn’t like the ‘master’ thing.

“It’s okay, Brent! I’m Gary’s master, so it’s okay for him to call me that. And actually, I’m your master too, understood?” It was a lame ‘easy fix’, but it should put him to work quite fast.

“Yes… master!” I don’t know if they can resist my orders, but two guys in a row couldn’t do it so… I had my hopes up! But actually ‘master’ didn’t sound so well coming from Brent. And he is the soldier player…

“You don’t get to call me ‘Master’ though, Brent. You’re the soldier, remember? You got to try and fit your role!”

“Sir, yes Sir!” He shouted, trying to keep the composure against his rival.

“C’mon, dude… Just… lose… already!” Gary was struggling to keep the smaller guy off him. And his words only seemed to make Brent stronger.

Soon, Gary was the one losing. Two taps on the floor later and… “Yes! I did it, Sir!”

Brent had won. I didn’t want that, honestly. I would have preferred the jock to win. But… I am the game master, right?

I noticed that both guys had their rods up and going too, they seemed constrained in their underwear, and the thought of them just wrestling while having hard-ons made everything way better.

“Great work, you two!” I congratulated them, as I watched them get up again with big smiles on their faces. Seems like they had fun too! “Looks like the soldier came off as the superior one, you know what that means?”

“Nuh-uh” They replied, almost at unison.

“Well, let’s see… You guys face each other for a moment, okay?” The jocks complied, facing each other as ordered. They seemed excited to continue with the game, which made me really happy! “Brent, since you’ve won, you proved to be the superior one. And… As the superior one, you have to be good with your inferior mate and make sure he feels well, don’t you?”

“Uh… Not sure how would I do that… Do you need something, bro?” He asked Gary, who shook his head. “Nope, I’m fine. Should I need something, Master?”

“Make out, guys. I’ll take care of your underwear in the meantime” I ordered, looking expectantly at them.

“Sir, yes Sir!” “Yes, Master!” They said, before getting down to business. Garrett pulled his teammate in for a good, sloppy kiss. Needless to say, I was already rock hard.

After watching for a few seconds, I turned my view down towards the underwear. Slowly pulling Gary’s down to release his cock, then tapping his feet for him to lift it and finally throw it away. Same deal with Brent, and soon they were fully naked in front of me.

“Now, stop kissing.” They stopped. It felt weird, but funny. Like, having them do what I say. It felt nice, really nice. “Brent, kneel and face Gary’s cock.”

“Sir, yes Sir…” He mumbled, before dropping down and staring at his teammate’s dick.

“Take it in your mouth, nice and slowly… Have you ever gotten a blowjob?” I asked, and Brent nodded. Huh, never really put thought into it but I guess jocks really have better luck in their sexual lives. “Well, I want you to give Gary a blowjob to get his cock lubed up. And you’re going to enjoy every second of it!”

“Sir, yes Sir!” He started licking Gary’s shaft, nice and slowly as ordered. I don’t know if he was an expert, because I’ve only seen these things in porn. But Gary started moaning and blowing some air, while Brent took it to the next step and swallowed the tip. He started getting more and more inches in as he did so, and I LOVED it!

“How does it feel, Gary?” I asked the other guy, a big smile on my face. I was really enjoying this, and I still couldn’t believe that I was capable of doing this!

“Awesome, master! Thanks for givin’ me a slave-bro!” Huh, didn’t think of it that way, but kind of glad to see he’s happy too!

I let them keep going for a few more minutes, before I ordered to move to Gary’s bed. They sat on the edge and waited for more orders. “Now that Gary’s cock is all lubed up, thanks to Brent’s good soldier service…” Brent gave me a quick military salute after those words, which made me smile a bit more. “We’re going to take things to the next level. Brent, lay on your back and lift your legs up.”

“Sir, yes Sir!” The naked ‘soldier’ obeyed perfectly, and I had a feeling Gary knew what was coming, because he has this big smile on his face too. This ended up being a wonderful tutoring session, and it wasn’t even over yet!

“Now Gary, get behind him and place his legs over your shoulders. I want you both to fully enjoy this and… uh… embrace your status as my slaves the more you obey, understood?”

“Sir, yes Sir!” “Yes, master!”

“Great! Now… Gary, I want you to fuck Brent.” It was pretty straightforward, and I thought I would have to explain him something about it, but he got his cock aligned with Brent’s ass and started pushing in. I pushed my glasses back, grabbed a seat and enjoyed the action.

Brent’s blank dog tags started doing that ‘cling cling’ sound metal does when hitting against more metal, but it was kind of silenced by the pair’s moans. They barely trying to hide it, they loved it. And I loved it even more!

I was playing with my bulge as I admired my handy work.

“You like that, Brent? Is Garrett doing a good job?”

“Hnng… Yes, Sir! I love it! I’m fully enjoying it!” That was a weird response, but I guess that’s what I ordered him before. Eh, it was alright.

“What about you, Gary? Like that ass?”

“Uh… Yes, master! Fuck… I love this. Ugh… you’re the best master, eveerrrrr…” He groaned as he picked up the pace.

“Woah, not so fast buddy! Let’s do something. When you both cum, you will accept that you are my obedient jock slaves. No questions asked, and you are totally happy with that.”

“Yeaaaah…” was their answer, and I was delighted.

“Great. Now, feel free to cum whenever you’d like. I’ll just sit here, and enjoy the view…”

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“You call me if you want a ride home, okay master?” Gary said, shaking my shoulder a bit before giving me a sort of worried look. I was just going to my old best friend’s house, so I didn’t know where that was coming from.

“Will do. I can just walk though. Would be pretty pointless to make you drive all the way over just to take me some streets”

“Hey, I don’t care. You call, I’ll be there” That’ll never seem normal. I’m used to seeing Garrett as a threat to my very being, and him acting so… friendly. It’s weird, however you look at it.

I nodded, deciding to drop the conversation, but Gary leaned in and pulled me in for a kiss. I didn’t resist, it was a nice surprise. After that, he mumbled a “Anything for you, master…”, while still looking intently at me.

“Thanks for that… I’ll be going now; I think…” I answered, before opening the door and stepping out of the car.

So… yeah. I had arrived at Mike’s house. It’s been a good while, a month or so and I already felt like I was in a strange place, for some reason.

I guess it’s because I’m not a very outgoing guy? I’m used to being in my house all the time besides school, so when I stopped coming it kind of… vanished from my mind.

Saying goodbye to Gary, then leaving his car, I started walking over to the door and ringing the bell.

“MOOOOOOM, I’M GOING!” I heard a deep voice yelled. Heavy steps later, Mike was standing in front of me after opening the door. “Hey there, bro!”

The big guy held his open hand out, waiting for me to ‘bro slap’ it. He (And probably his teammates too, I don’t think he’s the only one with this thing) have this weird thing of adding ‘bro’ before some actions and that supposedly makes them better/more fraternal.

I grabbed his hand and gave it a shake. That didn’t bother him though, he just moved aside and let me in.

“How are you doing?” I asked him. I didn’t intend to sound cold, at all. I’m just not good at making chit chat. It wasn’t a problem when we didn’t have a fight in between, but just like before, it felt pretty different now.

“Doing great! Was just heating up in my room, preparing the cartridges and etc. How was your studying?” Mike gave a step closer, and started examining me. Probably looking for bruises? It was the only thing I could think of, since he didn’t trust Gary at all.

He has his reasons though; he knows how much damage he can do. Still, kind of pointless to seem to worry without having ever stepped in to help.

“It was nice. Lots of maths and stuff” I shrugged. I wasn’t in a chatty mood, especially with him. I wasn’t going to break the ‘we’re not talking’ punishment because we were going to play. “Shall we… uh…” I started pointing up, waiting for him to catch that I wanted to be upstairs. I didn’t want to greet Mike’s parents; I don’t know if they’d be happy to see me after I cut ties with their son.

“Uh… yeah, sure! Dinner won’t be ready until an hour or so later, so we have lotsa time to play!” Mike was clearly excited, and I felt a bit bad to act like a party pooper around him.

He moved aside and closed the door once I was in. Then we made our way up to his room, while I silently hoped his parents wouldn’t pop up randomly from a corner or something.

“I think dad is making ravioli. I know you liked those, so you can stay over if you’d like and I can walk you home afterwards…” No sleeping over, I guess he had a part of his feet down to earth.

“I don’t know, mom’s also expecting me for dinner, so I may have to call first to check”

“Good ol’ Piney, always playing by the rules, right?” He chuckled, giving me a rough pat on the back. The chuckle quickly vanished as he mumbled a ‘Sorry’. Ignoring that, we made our way to his room and he closed the door there too.

Just a little head up: Mike LOVES football.

His room had a good amount of his favorite team’s posters. A football helmet was on the floor, next to its ball. The jock’s varsity jacket was neatly held on the desk chair’s back. No trophies though, because he plays mostly high school football or with the nicer teammates at the park, so no trophies for the big guy, yet.

But it wasn’t just filled with jock stuff, because Mikey here has a little secret side. He’s a big nerd too.

His desk had all his Switch games stacked up in random angles, which did make me a bit nervous. His console was settled next to his bed, while the dock was connected to a small flat screen hanging from the wall. Little action figures were displayed on a shelf, and unlike some would think, he never hid them.

He actually had a nice system that he liked to geek about too, like it was the smartest thing in the world. Most jocks (I assume) would hide those kinds of things if they had visits or something. That’s not the case for Mikey. He didn’t need to hide anything because he ‘wasn’t having anyone over’.

That way, he can keep a healthy sexual life while not having to worry about his nerdy side being discovered, and mocked by his teammates.

Oh hey, I could show his teammates that Mike’s a big nerd! Oh wait no, that would be really mean. The idea’s tempting, though.

Grabbing a controller, and passing me the other one, the game was on. He sat on his bed and patted a spot beside him, but I sat on the desk chair. It was actually pretty uncomfortable because it didn’t have any pillow or anything like that, so my ass was on the wood. That’s what I get for being a meanie.

“Gonna pick Link, don’t try to cheese it with the pink puffball, a’ight?” He said, chuckling at his own comment. I remained with a stoic face at all times, which he didn’t find as funny.

“Let’s just get on with it…” I had chosen the random character, because each minute here made me rethink why I actually accepted coming to Mike’s place. I didn’t want to mind control him, he was like a big brother to me! A big, asshole-ish big brother that tells all the stuff you tell him to everyone else!

Okay, being serious for a moment, it would have been really weird. I did enjoy looking at his body the few times he got shirtless in front of me, but I would never lust after him.

[Present|Pine: Oooh, that didn’t age well…]

We played for some good twenty minutes. It was pretty fought over, sometimes he would win, sometimes I would win. I was focusing on the game mostly to ignore his chit chat. Because Mikey was trying to make chatter with me and I would just answer a ‘Hmm…’ or a ‘Wow, yup’ or the always nice ‘Sure thing’.

He, of course, wasn’t happy with my vague answers. And the evening was turning even more silent the more I tried to ignore him.

“Okay, we gotta take a pause. I actually invited you for something else, bro.” ‘Let it be snacks, let it be snacks, let it be snacks…’ “Look, I’m… I’m really sorry about what I did. Outing you with my teammates, I mean. It really wasn’t intentional”

I would have really hoped if he brought out a can of potato chips, because that would have led to a prettier conversation than this one.

“I never wanted for them to bully you like that… or like, in any way. You’re my best friend, and I know that I should have stood up for you a lot sooner and I’m really sorry for that too…” He continued apologizing, like hoping that it would make me more at ease, or something.

I let out a sigh, and tried to remain as calm as possible. “I still don’t get why you had to tell them about my secret, when I told you specifically to not say anything about it to anyone else. And you agreed to that. So, what was crossing your mind when you said ‘Fuck it! I’m going to tell everyone!’?”

It may have come off a bit more aggressive than what I intended.

But he didn’t have an answer. And if Mikey himself doesn’t have an answer, then who should I ask?

“Look, bro. I don’t know what you want me to do. I-I already said I’m sorry! I don’t fucking know what to do! I just want my best friend back!” Now he was being sort of aggressive too, which was good! It basically gave me permission to be aggressive too!

“You know how I stopped using the school’s bathroom, just in case I got cornered in there?! I got shoved to lockers almost every freaking day!”

“What the hell do you want me to do?! Stand up for you? I will! I will beat the crap out of anyone who tries to touch you from now on! Is that what you’d like?!”

“Well, you could have just shut your mouth and I wouldn’t have been in that situation to begin with, dumbass!” I didn’t want him to stand up for me now, I could defend myself very well now!

“What did you call me?!”

“Oh, nonono. You don’t get to feel offended! In fact, you are really a dumbass for outing me right after I told you about my stuff. You really are just a dumb jock, like the others are!” I shouted at him, and I felt like I might have fucked up a little.

By shouting like that I may have alerted his parents or something, so I started grabbing my stuff, determined to leave the room.

I noticed Michael didn’t have an answer, but I just couldn’t bear to look at him. This guy wasn’t my best friend. He’s like those persons you grow up with and end up drifting away due to stupid stuff.

But I didn’t think this was one of those ‘stupid stuff’. He outed me to his teammates, the very same day I told him about it. How bad can you be at keeping a secret?!

I went for the door and left the room, quickly making my way downstairs and through the front door. Mike apparently just noticed what happened, because before I crossed the street to start making my way home, I heard a very loud “Bro?!” coming from the upper floor of the house. It sounded… deep, and kind of weird, but I didn’t give it much thought at the time.

I just wanted to get home and be done with it. It didn’t even cross my mind at the time that my mind control might have done something to him, but I did go over our argument a couple times during that night.

My words could very well have come off as orders, which caused a series of side effects that I would see the consequences of later. But for now, I remember feeling very sad, and just wishing for that pseudo-awful day to be over.

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Present Pine’s POV

I slowly closed the laptop, and put it away again. I felt like I could tear up, and I had almost forgotten about that one bit. I was rethinking the whole ‘I should write down my memories’ thing. My memories aren’t that happy and I would have preferred to forget about that one fight with Mike.

“Hey, you okay?” The big guy noticed something was wrong, but I did my best to shrug it off.

“Just… got caught in the story’s mood. Like a ‘feels bad, man’ moment, or something” I didn’t want to worry him. Mike tends to get emotional with… ‘the past’, and I’m okay with letting things go, especially if they happened years ago.

You can’t get mad for a long time when you’re a mind controller, it might cloud your judgement and do something you regret. And I just revived a prime example…

“Sorry… I didn’t want you to feel bad… We can resume any other time,” Mikey stated, moving closer to me and kissing my cheek a lot of times. “And hey, my arm is feeling way better lately. Once I get this stupid cast off, I’ll carry you to our bed ASAP” He finished, with a nice smile.

“Well, I’ll make sure of that in a few weeks. Already made a to-do list for you once you get the cast off.” I appreciated his attempt to cheer me up. I wasn’t really mad, just felt like a cold water bucket fell on me. It wasn’t serious though, it’s just like when you randomly get a bad thought. You just try your best and hope it goes away.

“Really? Like what?” He asked, looking more excited now. I noticed his cock was getting harder by the minute.

“Y’know, move a few things around the place. Clean around. Work out like crazy…”

“I’m only happy to hear one of three things in that list. I was hoping for something… uh… together?” He gave his big bud a thug, without taking his eyes off me. It was clear who was the romantic guy of the pair, of course.

I leaned in and whispered, putting some power in my words (God, reading how I wasn’t able to do that before is kind of painful, too!). “Take care of that big guy. I’ll go finish a few things around here.”

Mike’s eyes glazed over, as a big dumb smile took over his face. “Yeah… master…” He looked straight ahead now, slowly stroking his cock but quickly picking up the pace.

Hey, I don’t plan on letting him cum without my help. Going to rush the cleaning around and check my emails to go back with my big jock!

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Author’s note:

Looooooooong chapter!

I like Brent. Military guys are another of my favorite stereotypes, but the jocks usually get more love! The dog tags look awesome, the obedience they display, the camo clothes are quite neat. And the few ones I’ve met so far are really nice!

I was thinking about splitting this chapter in two parts. I did so with chapter 5 in Patreon, to improve the reading quality and avoid having it like a wall of text (I feel like I got carried away with this and the next chapter, and they’re both over 9K words).

But ultimately decided to leave it like this. May be a wall of text, but it’s probably better than having you guys searching for the second part.

Okay, that’s all I had in mind for this chapter. Hope you enjoyed it, and thanks for reading <3.

#PinesJocks #PinesCollegeJocks #brainwashing #brainwash #brainwashed #mind control #straight to gay #gay hypnosis #hypnotized

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voooorhees · 4 years

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Could you write headcanons of : Billy Loomis being best friends(but the reader is also his crush) with a reader that loves to imitate voices (whether it's characters or real people) ,so the reader does impressions of horror movies/videogame characters ,like out of nowhere he can hear them screaming or saying that they will hurt him. Maybe Billy hears the reader using an absolutely terrifying voice and quoting memes or even singing wap.

I really need crack head reader that is really good at imitating voices ,they do an absolutely cute voice and out of nowhere boom!! they sound like the devil.

time for billy’s turn with the cool voice friend!!

Billy Loomis (scream 1996) x voice imitating gender neutral reader!

• you and Billy have been best friends for what has seemed like forever, you him and Stu would terrorize the neighborhood (not like now B U T egging cars when you were about 13 was the thing back then, not exactly murders yet)

• when you and him hang out one on one (which is rare cause you, billy, and stu are attached to the hip) you two cuddle on the couch (as friends 👀) and mess around on the phone calling people or you play games together

• on this day you and billy were on the phone, calling random people from the school, you and him were about to call Randy when Stu called

“oh shit y/n, you should totally mock him”

• so you are on the phone with stu, mocking him and billy’s on the floor rolling in laughter

“Duuuude stopppp i just wanna come overrr i have math work to do” (>:( )

“dUdE sToP-“

• oh you and him are listening to wap? oooh boy

“can you sing it in Snake’s voice? You know the one? From metal gear solid?”

•and so you sang wap in snake’s voice, and to say the least,,,it was interesting

•billy was wheezing and red on the floor by the time you had finished (he’s not gonna admit it but he loves how easily you can cheer him up and make him laugh like this)

•sometimes you’ll just yell his name in an accent (scottish? british? who knows!) to get a response out of him

“bILLAY can you pass me the waUh bOutlE”

“w- water bottle??” he’s confused and has the goofiest grin on his face

• when he breaks into, i mean enters your house he’ll sometimes be extra quiet cause sometimes you’ll be practicing your voices to yourself or reading out your work in a voice (usually some dumb accent)

• he walks in your room and acts like he didn’t hear anything

(“bruh you gotta stop sneaking in!”)

• catch him off guard with a very soft tone when he’s mad and it’ll calm him down faster than anything

• sometimes he climbs through your window and just needs to be talked to gently, oh and pretend to not notice how his ears get red when you play with his hair, you have a feeling he’s liked you but you’re gonna act oblivious

• catch him off guard with a deep growling voice and he’s gonna be both scared (shh) and intrigued!

“since when can you do that???”

• one thing he hasn’t told you but that Stu found out was that billy keeps all those dumb voice messages and voice mails you send him, a l l of them

• you had sent him a stupid one of you saying you loved him in a dumb voice and you know what? he listens to it when he’s sad and you’re not around- it’s a little piece of you that he can listen to when he can’t be there or call you himself

• he’s gonna try and mimic what you say in private, no one knows but he does it to try and sound like you

• talk extra soft and sweet to him and he’s gonna hold you close (you comfort him so so much) but his heart is gonna be racing (he’s holding YOU and you’re talking in a calming voice???)

•he’s all for you and everything you do, but he’s still trying to find out a way to figure out this crush

/extra stuff/

stu has been trying to tell you that billy has the biggest crush on you

he says that you’re all that billy talks about when it’s just him and stu

“all he talks about is you and how you grabbed his hand to pull him out of the crowd in the hall, or how you were being sweet and he laid in your lap as you played with his hair, y/n! he’s head over heels for you! he won’t shut up!!”

stu won’t exactly admit he thinks it’s cute that billy is so lovestruck for you but he does like how much you can make billy laugh and smile, moments like that mean a lot to him and you

when the three of you hang out, stu is gonna lowkey mess with billy and you

“so y/n, what voices have you learned? what’s the softest one you can do?”

oh billy knows what you can do and it makes his whole face turn red

i hope you liked this one, it’s a little long :/

#scream #scream 1996 #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #stu macher #stu macher x reader #ghostface x reader #ghostface #headcanon #slasher x reader #slasher community #slasher imagines

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grlfriends · 3 years

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revolutionary girl utena review

ep 1-5

the plot is actually kinda different from what I thought ?? in my mind the plot was: utena was a girl in a princess school who each and every princess would be "conquered" (for a lack of better words rn) in a ceremonial duel by a prince who fancied them, maybe she didnt wanna wanna marry anyone or she liked Anthy already but anyway in my mind utena showed up in the ceremony with duel clothing and then, in a very brave tm like-scene, she would openly declare she refused to be conquered by anyone and tbh I'm not even sure how Anthy would come into the plot... but back into what actually happened in the episodes everything so far is very introductory and just showing what mechanics will be explored further down the line I think?? the op is really good too

also every boy so far reminds me so much of knights of the zodiac?? maybe it's just the design I guess...) and nanami can get these hands, jealousy is a disease and she's the sickest person on earth for all I know

dont ask me why bit I just feel like room of mirrors - gfriend has a very well fitting vibe for it but I'm not exactly sure why hm.... 🤔🤔

ep 6-12

ok so why does this school just have random animals around 😐 I could understand the horse but a bull and a kangaroo?? what ...

touga just says the most random dramatic things and then just casually says anyone who believes in friendship is a fool ?? the guy wouldnt last a day in the naruto universe tbh, he kinda irks me in some way but I'm not sure why so I'll live with this strange feeling for a while I guess

↳ okay so watching ep 10 made me especially kinda creeped out, I know I've watched only 10 eps so far but like can he fall downstairs and break a neck or something already ...

also haha what if I watched that bet on it fmv and gave myself a bunch of spoilers would that be funny or what 😍 this is why i cant have nice things yall.... hope my memory goes to shit when sleep so I dont remember about it this week while I finish it

I feel like the main thing on the episodes are parallels, one way or another I always feel like they're setting up parallels and giving me clues for a bigger picture and a deeper plot arc that is still to come and the bet on it fmv just made this impression stronger, also I wanna say it's done in a good way, one that is both mysterious (??) and "honey you've got a big storm coming" at the same time 🤔🤔 much to think about honestly

↳ just saw ep 11 and even though I already knew this was coming sooner or later it still felt like crap seeing utena lose to dick head, at the end of the episode when he says anthy was always just reflecting utena's own wishes for himemiya (in another way bc I dont remenber the exact words) it felt like 😐 bc yes I knew that (the way she was working her thoughts was simply a copy and paste of what utena was saying) at all time I kept those essays about anthy in my head, I dont think theyll be truly relatable to what I'm seeing rn but yeah anthy rights (even though I know you betray/cheat on utena down the line bc of the bet on it fmv but I'm sure you had your own motivation)

↳ saw ep 12 bc I just couldnt handle being in a cliffhanger and yeah it happened what I absolutely thought it would lmao not that it was that difficult to foresee but yeah, I kinda liked how utena did it for her instead of being like "oh I wanna save anthy from touga" and treating her like a damsel in distress (I know that's kinda her position as the rose bride for what I've been told so far and that this is a subject spoken about in many many essays on tumblr but yeah) bc so far she's been treated as a trophy and a way to get something else, for the green haired guy it was a way to see something eternal, for miki it was a way to hold on into his "shining thing" and for touga it seems (so far) like a way to manipulate (just like he does with nanami) and just mark his position as above everyone else as he seems to view himself?? man I might be saying random stuff rn but it kinda does makes sense in my mind with the information I've had to this point

ep 13-25

honestly 😐😐 through 9 whole episodes I felt like they were trying to make the side characters deeper and show their hidden face and motivations but it felt so shallow...... not even actually shallow, just not deep enough that it would make me care about these characters and the fact there was no actual build to showing us why we're getting to know these characters backgrounds was just kinda meh too, didnt really help that all episodes had all the same formula and the same timing just for the developers made in those episodes be forgotten at the end and also just that pink haired guy could be like "ah failure again", it felt like watching the same episode over and over again, it was really tiring and like?? girl help I do not care about these characters at all, I feel like it could have been done well (like the keiko ep in comparison to the furuba chapter that deals with the yuki appreciation (??) club president graduating.... the way this ep was done and setup didn't really bring me any emotions) overall not to my taste and tbh I feel like I could have skipped all those episodes except for maybe the miki and juri one so 😑

all nanami focused episodes are the worst so far, she's so boring and I cant stand now annoying she is, the diary episode?? the cow episode?? the episode when tsuwabiki fuels with utena?? honestly I know they're trying to show me a better and different side of her but it just doesnt!! work!! bc i feel no sympathy for her, my biggest wish rn is her and touga just disappearing and no more filler episodes🗣🗣

I thought akio was utena's prince?? but apparently he's just anthy's brother and like.. I'm do done with his little talks with utena and yadda yadda, I just wanna see their duel is that too much to ask I'm dying over here (if this lenga lenga continues until ep 25 i will be so mad bc why were so many episodes wasted on such boring and and not necessary side characters backstories?? idc about them at all man aaaaaaaaaa)

↳ ep 25 was good finally we got what we deserve boys 😭😭😭😭😭 can utena just beat up akio already I'm tired of his ass, he exhales both "I'm a feminist I even take women studies classes #herstory" and "if she breathes she's a thot" energy also he has 0 style that mullet is simply horrible I bet there's a hairstylist community who considers him a criminal bc like 😐 it is simply so bad (q bit less when it's tied up but when it's all lose jesus Christ)

also touga thinks he's suuuuch a genius, sooo smart like king, I do not care about you at all can you shut the fuck up please and can we tall about the pink haired guy episode?? wack. honestly thought it would be more emotional or something, I binge watched 12 episodes with his ugly haircut face and did not even feel a thing he can choke I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ANTHY TAKING A SWORD OUT OF UTENA'S CHEST??? OSCAR WORTHY KINGS❗❗❗and then her lame ass brother being like "oh ho ho idk idk" shut up no one cares no one cares I swear to you no one cares shut uuuuup

ep 25-39

first of all, ep 25 was good but kinda reminded me of the nine episodes (13 until 21) where absolutely nothing interesting happened so I hope I'm wrong also can I just say just seeing the preview of the next episode made me roll my eyes so bad I almsot saw my brain?? bc yeah I'm fucking tired of nanami fosuced episodes she's so annoying oh my god nobody cares about a goddamn egg and much less one coming from her let her die or something pls she's so annoying there's nothing I've learned about her that was not against my own will I'm basically rotting over here 🤒

↳ ep 30 has me thinking Akio has a foot fetish or something 😐 bruh leave utena aloooooone I already know your plans and schemes you're not fooling anyone that's embarrassing for u and also... utena you're not very bright are you.... you start seeing every duelist you face with the same exact car and then when you see akio has the same car you didnt even stop to think about it that 1+1 equals 2 ... girl help yourself 😐

↳ yet again another nanami focused ep 😐😐😐😐😐 even though I do understand her better now I still don't find her particularly enjoyable to watch, call me a woman hater but like. idk she's still a bit annoying to me (but touga is straight up evil and is manipulating her so I feel bad for feeling like that tho.....)

↳ ok last 2 eps to go but listen. I thought the akio duel would have happened much sooner, maybe on ep 33 max but well didn't this age well lmao ngl, it did seem a bit too slow paced for my personal taste but also I feel like there's a certain level of drama that comes with slowing the pace down....

↳ aaaaaa yall I'm kinda 😢😭 over the ending omg........... even though it took the best of me to keep going in some parts I still enjoyed the ending aaaaa I thought i wouldnt really like it bc I just usually dont enjoy this type of ending but stil 😢😢😢😢 wait for me utena 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 girl I cried and then anthy walking in the end god utena and anthy holding hands 😭😭😭😭 akio can suck my dick

there's obviously many things I've missed or that I kinda didnt really pay attendance to so please dont take this serious, I was just writing as I watched the episodes so it's more like a thought compilation than anything, still I can see why there's many essays written about it and why it is held as a masterpiece by so many people

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kookiechuui · 5 years

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hegdehog, broccoli boi, vroom vroom, daddy shark, and lukewarm x dancer! reader

oK so this is my first attempt at headcanons... this is pretty much self indulgent since i’m a dancer myself! i also tried to keep everything gender neutral, so i hope you all enjoy! also! feel free to send me a request!

https://youtu.be/5Uzuluh4cmQ

^^ isa dance

hedgehog

so you know, katsuki decided he was gonna stop by your dance studio bc he wanted to grace you with his presence and watch you dance uwu

however

as soon as this man rolls up

he’s greeted with shouting, with your name and someone else’s

he kinda just stays quiet as he sneaks in, interested to see what’s about to happen

your dance class was all like ‘you and alex should do this couple dance together it’d look amazing!’

you didn’t have a chance to say anything before alex rolled up and was all like ‘let’s do it’

so y’all individually learned the parts and decided to come together at the end to do it

yOUR FACE WAS ON FIRE AS YOU AND ALEX WALKED TO THE CENTER OF THE FLOOR

and bakubomb was confuzzled

why is his bby blushing??

as soon as the music started, i swear everyone could hear a faint sizzling sound

bAKUGOU WAS PEEVED

why the hell was his baby doing such a SEXY dance with someone who wasn’t him

but he won’t interrupt

why you may ask

because you look hOT as FUCK

and he loves it

especially the determined expression on your face as you dance

when the dance is over, he grabs you gym bag and walks to where you are and DRAGs you out of the studio

“the fuck was that shit?”

once you explain he’ll understand

but don’t think you’re off the hook

“let’s fucking dance in my room, i’ll show you how much better i can dance than that damned extra”

;)

broccoli boi

izuku probably comes to every one of your dance practices because he wants to see you dance

probably has a page or two in his notebook dedicated to your dancing

when some of your friends say that you should dance with harper, you kinda get flustered and then look at your lovely tree

he kinda flusters too but he thinks you should do it!

howEVER

the green bean kinda regrets his decision as soon as he sees what type of dance you’re doing

he’s biting his lip the entire time in nervousness

he’s also trying to keep himself from rambling

but his eyes are trained on you as you dance

he loves it

he really really loves it

he pulls out his handy dandy notebook and starts going hAM on it

he’s writing about your expression, your passion, and how fluid your movements are

he’s also boppin to the song

i canon that he loves strong solo female artists fIGHT ME

he won’t let it show

but he’s happy when the songs over

he waits for you to come over after talking to your friends about the dance

and he gives you a BIG OLD HUG

and asks you in the softest

cUtEsT

voice that he has

“can you teach me how to dance too? i wanna be able to dance with you like that t-too..”

hIS FACE WOULD BE A WHOLE RED

you better tell all might 2.0 yes istg

vroom vroom

i feel like iida would show up sometimes?

idk

i think he’d only show up because you dance but he wouldn’t like enjoy it by himself

that being said

he wouldn’t really pay mind to the chatter of your friends while they talk about you dancing with some other person named hunter

he’d just be happily reading or studying

occasionally looking up to watch you dance if you were dancing

but his head would sNAP up as soon as the music started

like boy would get whiplash from how fast his head would have gone up

since the music has a base to it, it would lowley make the room shake

so it startled him

but then the lyrics of the song made his hand start to tingle

but as soON as he saw hunter all up on you

he’d flip shit with his karate hand

“Uh ExUsE mE!”

“You two should not be so close— it’s like— against the law.”

he’s hand would be going up and down so rapidly like

it’s like a blur

“yOUR HANDS SHOULD NOT BE TOUCHING Y/N LIKE THAT”

he wouldn’t really say that he’s jealous but he is

honestly

i think this would actually spur him to come to more of your dance sessions

and possibly maybe even

learn how to dance?!

daddy shark

it’s bold of you to assume that he’s not the one dancing with you

it’s very bold

like i could really see kirishima being a wHole dancer

like i think he’d do the more pop and lock/hip hop kinda style

cuz it’s manly bruh

so like

he would totally know what’s up when Frankie suggested that they do a couple dance with you

kNOWING DAMN WELL THAT YOURE WITH SHARK BOI

but he’s chill with it

and he’ll just sit and watch the two dance together

and then

once it’s over

he just

SNATCH

he snatches you up and then looks you dead in the eye

“how about you do that dance again? this time, do it with me”

and he gives you the brightest smile that has ever graced this earth

so obviously you say yes

and then later when you two are walking home, he’ll probably tell you that he was a tiny bit jealous

“you know, i was kinda jealous. i think i just didn’t like that it wasn’t my hands that were on you. but it’s okay. i love you babe~!”

lukewarm

i think todoroki would be pretty similar to iida

like he wouldn’t care too much for it, but he’d still go because you like to dance

but at the same time

i think he’d be very interested

since it’s not the dancing that he knows

i also think that he probably already knows how to dance

but only slow dance

yknow bc his trash dad probably made him learn for like big events and stuff like that

so i think he’d be really interested in watching you do all of this dancing

he really wouldn’t think anything of it when Quinn came up to the two of you and asked if you would dance with them

he’d watch the two of you dance with his usual blank expression

but like instead of being jealous

i think he’d be really happy for you as he watches you do something that you love

and when the dance finishes up and you go over to him, he’s gonna give you a very soft hug

“i’m so proud of you love~ you did really well.”

i think he might also want you to teach him how to dance

like so that the two of you could like slow dance in the kitchen or something like that and be cOUPLE GOALs

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turtle-steverogers · 4 years

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Not Guilty

remember when I was gonna write a murder mystery? well, it kinda took a turn plotwise, but here it finally is

Being a homicide detective is all fun and games until you start to fall for the lead suspect in your most recent case.

warnings: description of a dead body, talk about death

ship: ralbert, platonic spalbert

word count: 2480

Chapter 1

Even before Albert walked in on the dead body, his day wasn’t going well.

His good uniform shirt hadn’t dried properly the night previous, so he had to go with his old one that was a little bit too small in all the wrong places. The department was out of his favorite green tea, which meant he had to settle for that fucking dirt coffee Kelly and Conlon kept around for “sanity”. And he’d been late on his lunch break, since Chief Roosevelt stuck Cortez’s paperwork on him last minute.

So, when he ventured into the bathroom of his favorite sandwich shop, only to find a fresh corpse and more blood than he ever really cared to see propped up neatly on the toilet, all he could find in himself to do was sigh. And gag a little, but that was a given.

The coppery smell of blood and freshly shut down internal organs cuts brutally through the air and Albert reaches under his button down to pull his undershirt over his nose as he dials Spot’s number.

As his phone’s ringing, Albert takes the time to steel himself and assess the body, first checking the pockets for any kind of identification. When all he comes up with are a couple candy wrappers and a condom, he sighs again. So, they’ll have to do this the hard way. Typical.

“Yo, Dasilva, how’s the meatball sub?”

Albert gags again. The last thing he wants to think about right now is his abandoned meat sandwich covered in red sauce. No, nope. Not right now.

“Yeah, uh, no,” Albert says, leaning back on his haunches, “We got a 10-54, possible homicide- multiple stab wounds to the chest and stomach. I’m gonna need backup down here.”

There’s a pause, then Albert hears Spot groan, “And you’re still at Gianno’s?”

“Unfortunately.”

There’s a pause and Albert can picture Spot rubbing his eyes, “Fuck, okay, me and some others’ll be there soon.”

The line goes dead with a click and Albert casts another cursory look over the body. Dilated eyes stare back at him, a slack jaw giving way to a bluish, swollen looking tongue. He scrunches his nose, feeling a little dizzy.

“Bruh, you’re lookin’ rough.”

The body does not answer.

The victim, Albert learns upon returning to the precinct, is some low level reporter for one of the smaller newspapers in New York: the Brooklyn Eagle.

“Frank Wiesel, but folks call him Weasel. Fitting, too. The guys a biased asshole, apparently. Republican, Conservative, the works. Probably would fit in better with Fox News instead of a city newspaper, but…”

Spot leans back in his seat, tossing down the manilla case file and taking a long drink from his “10-4 Coffee That” mug. It’s a stupid mug, but Spot has worshipped it since Jack had passed it over one Christmas Eve in the department, and honestly, Albert hasn’t seen him nearly as passionate over anything, so he bites his tongue.

“An asshole, huh?” Albert pulls the case file towards himself and flips it open, eyes scanning the scowling face of Wiesel, “Anyone in particular who would have it out for him? Or is he more of a generally known bastard type.”

“Hard to say,” Spot says, “He wrote some pretty nasty stuff about a few left leaning politicians in the area and got some pretty bad backlash because of that. Plus his general lack of a filter’s gotten him kicked out of bars here and there around Manhattan, so…”

Albert hums, scrunching his nose. Wiesel really is ugly. All 1940s mobster with a stupid bowler hat and beady eyes, mouth turned down under a ratty handlebar mustache, “Has the autopsy come back yet?”

“They’re finishing up the toxicology report,” Spot says, “S’taking a little longer than usual, ‘cause Mush suspects something mighta been up with the vic’s blood.”

“Poison?”

“Maybe,” Spot shrugs and pours himself more coffee. Albert eyes him, wondering how many cups he’s had today and vacantly wondering if Spot would be off put by him taking the pot and drinking directly from it.

“Has the wait staff at Gianno’s been questioned yet?”

“Mostly,” Spot answers. The look in his eye tells Albert that he’s about to drop something pivotal.

He cocks his head, “Mostly?”

“One waiter went home right before the murder occured. Claimed a migraine.”

Albert’s eyebrows shoot into his hairline. Now that is interesting, “And nobody fucking thought to bring this guy in?”

XXX

The waiter- Antonio Higgins, according to the file Katherine handed off to Albert and Spot- lives in an older looking apartment complex a few blocks down from Gianno’s. Despite the slightly dilapidated exterior, the place has a pleasant enough, homey sort of vibe. The vague smell of pasta sauce wafts through the air, assaulting their nostrils the moment they step into the building. Distinct Italian villa music plays in soft undertones through the lobby and the walls are adorned with various renaissance-era paintings.

Albert and Spot exchange a short glance, raising their eyebrows slightly before approaching the front desk. The lady behind the counter is a stout, but demanding woman, her eyes lined with harsh black rouge and hand gesturing wildly as she speaks on the phone in rapid fire Italian. A quick glance towards her name tag tells Albert that her name is Maria, which fits her whole Italian mother look. Albert watches, bemused, as she looks at them inquisitively, then at the badges on their shirts and rolls her eyes, firing off a few more sentences into the receiver before hanging up the landline and placing it back on its phone stand.

“Yes, hello officers, how may I help you?” Her heavily accented voice is tinged with annoyance and Albert sees Spot shoot him another glance in his peripheral.

Inwardly, Albert sighs. He’s never understood why people can’t just be cooperative.

“Hi, ma’am, sorry for the inconvenience,” He trains his voice into something resembling empathy and plasters his most charming smile onto his face. She doesn’t look amused, “I’m Detective DaSilva and this is my partner, Detective Conlon. We’re here from the 17th precinct investigating a case regarding the tragedy that occurred over in Gianno’s earlier today and one of the waitstaff there, Antonio Higgins, lives here in your building. We’ve got a few questions for him, so if you could do us the courtesy of buzzing us up to his room, that would be greatly appreciated.”

Maria’s eyes widen and when she speaks, the previous irritation is absent, “Tonio? Is he in trouble? That boy is the sweetest thing, so helpful. There’s no way he could be who you are looking for.”

Albert tries to soften his expression, “He’s in no trouble yet, ma’am, I assure you. We’re just following protocol and questioning all employees at Gianno’s. He went home a little before the incident occurred, so we were not able to question him with the rest of the waitstaff.”

Maria looks a little relieved at this, but her sternness is back when she says, “Alright, I will buzz you up, but don’t do anything to hurt my dear Tonio. He’s had a tough year and I’d hate for some pish posh detectives to upset him further.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” Spot says, amicably.

Maria picks up the phone again, presumably to call Higgins’ room and Spot looks at Albert, mouthing, ‘tough year?’ Albert shrugs and shakes his head, turning back to Maria as she hangs up the phone with a friendly, “Si, si, abbi cura, tesoro.”

“Okay,” She says dismissively, waving her hand as she picks up a pen and starts scribbling on some papers, “You can go up. Elevators are around the corner. Tonio lives on the 7th floor, room 712B.”

They thank her and head towards the elevators, relieved to find the one that picks them up to be empty.

“I wonder what this Higgins dude’s been through for the fuckin’ receptionist to be that protective,” Spot says, pressing the button for the seventh floor and wincing when the elevator groans as it begins to ascend.

“Yeah, me too,” Albert agrees, “Sounded kind of cryptic, too. Hope he’s in a good enough headspace to be helpful.”

And it’s true. The more fucked up the suspect, the less willing they are to talk. Vexation is one of the many banes of Albert’s existence. They arrive at the floor and find room 712B at the end of the hallway. Spot knocks and in less time than they anticipated, the door swings open to reveal a tired looking man. He’s a bit taller than either of them with curly blond hair that sits like a mop on top of his head. His blue eyes are accentuated by the bruise-like bags that sit underneath and the pallor of his skin makes it look like he’s sick; or was sick. With a wince, Albert remembers that this guy had supposedly gone home with a migraine earlier.

“Officers,” The man- Antonio- greets tiredly. He looks bored at their presence and leans his shoulder casually on the doorframe, crossing his arms in front of his chest. His grey t-shirt stretches obscenely over well-muscled arms and Albert swallows. Spot snorts next to him.

Recovering, Albert flashes him a quick smile, “Antonio, right? I’m Detective Dasilva and this is my partner, Detective Conlon. I’m assuming you’re aware of the incident that occurred over at Gianno’s earlier today?”

Antonio’s bored expression doesn’t waver, but when he sighs, it sounds shaky, “‘Course I heard. Business is about to go to shit ‘cause of it, too. No one’s gonna wanna come to a murder scene to eat, so bye-bye good paychecks.”

“Right, I apologise for that,” Albert continues, “But we’ve gotta ask you a few questions regarding the case.”

Antonio’s eyebrows shoot up, “Am I a suspect?”

“Everyone’s a suspect until we find the culprit,” Spot says evenly.

“Right…” Antonio sighs again, “Okay, come in I guess.”

He opens the door wider to allow them to enter and turns to walk into the apartment, flicking on a few lights along the way. Albert follows him, noting how excessively clean the apartment is as he makes his way to the kitchen where Antonio is opening a pill bottle and throwing back a few pills, washing them down with what Albert assumes is coffee. Spot joins him in the mouth of the kitchen, looking as hesitant as Albert feels. Antonio looks at them, lips quirking upwards into something like a smirk.

“Want anything to drink?” He offers, “I’ve got water, coffee, milk...if you’re weird like that.”

“We’re good, thank you,” Spot declines, stepping further into the kitchen and leaning against one of the counters.

Albert follows suit, noting with a frown that everything here is impeccably organized as well. A neat row of cookbooks are pressed against the fridge, descending in order from thickest to thinnest. The counters are bare and shiny, boasting no crumbs or residue. Kitchen appliances line the walls neatly, also showing barely any sign of use. Albert suspects if they opened up the fridge and the cabinets, they’d find neatly stacked dishes and immaculately organized silverware.

Antonio shrugs, sipping again from his coffee mug, “Suit yourself.”

“Okay,” Spot pulls out his pocket notebook, flipping it open to a blank page and clicking his pen against his chest, “So you claimed to have gone home around 12:20 with a migraine. Did you take any detours on the way home?”

Antonio’s jaw clenches, “Well, seeing as my head was trying to kill me from the inside out, I wasn’t very keen on going window shopping, so…”

Albert hears Spot blow out a breath through his nose, “I need a direct answer here, sir, if you could please.”

Antonio rolls his eyes, “Yes, I came straight home.”

Undeterred, Spot plows on, “Did you have any connections to the victim, Frank Wiesel? Was he a regular customer that you knew of? Anything of that sort?”

“Fuckin’ Weasel was the one to get his ass smoked?” Antonio says, nostrils flaring.

“So you did know the victim,” Albert says.

“Yeah, I fuckin’ knew him. Worked with my Pa for a while, before leaving him in the dust to go work for some hotshot newspaper. Asshole if I ever knew him,” Antonio shakes his head, laughing dryly, “‘Bout time he met his maker.”

“Okay, don’t say that to any officer about a murder vic,” Albert admonishes, “And you said he worked with your dad? What did they do together?”

Antonio shifts, suddenly looking uncomfortable, “I don’t really know, but my Pa never liked him much. Always complained about how he was tryna ‘do him in for a big one’ whatever that means. I think it had something to do with accounting, but I’m not entirely certain.”

Spot’s nodding, scribbling rapidly in his notebook, “You met him, yes?”

“Few times,” Antonio says, “ornery fucker. Homophobic, too. That was the only front he and my Pa ever agreed on it seemed. Which worked wonderfully in my favor.” He says that last part sarcastically and Albert sends a brief look to Spot who grimaces.

“Where’s your dad now?” Albert asks. The situation Antonio’s painted for his involvement with Wiesel sounds like a breeding ground for motives- if not from him directly, then his father.

“Dead,” Antonio smiles bitterly, “Was fighting cancer for a while and finally kicked the can ‘bout three months ago.”

There’s a tense pause and Spot clears his throat, “I’m sorry for your loss.”

Antonio snorts and Albert senses his frustration building.

“And you were here, in this apartment building, when the murder occurred say around...12:50?”

Antonio blinks, “I already told you I came straight home,” he pauses, “I didn’t fuckin’ kill Weasel.”

“We’re not saying-”

Antonio scoffs, “Kind of sounds like you are. We done here? ‘Cause as you seemed to know, I went home because of a migraine, which is still fucking me up. So, if you don’t mind, I’d like to get some sleep.”

“Yes, my apologies,” Albert says, sensing that they weren’t going to get anything else out of this visit. He nudges Spot, beginning to back out of the kitchen. Antonio follows them to the door, watching warily as they step out, “Thank you for your time. I appreciate your cooperation. We’ll probably be back sometime this week for a few follow up questions.”

Antonio wrinkles his nose, “Wonderful.”

The door shuts with a resounding click and Albert and Spot stare at it for a long moment.

“Well…” Spot starts.

“Yeah,” Albert says, “There’s some digging to do here.”

“Sure is.”

They begin to retreat back towards the elevators.

“You gotta be careful, though.” Spot says, aiming for casual and missing by a mile.

“About what?”

“You were totally hot for him.”

Albert thunks his head against the elevator wall, groaning, “Man, shut up.”

Spot just laughs.

i actually know where this one is heading plot wise, so...,.,

thanks for reading, chiefs

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dolphin-enthusiast · 4 years

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good evening caro mio, it's very lovely to see you~!! 💞🌹💫 oh my, i was gone for a little bit wasn't i? i apologize if i made any of you worry/wasn't there to help brighten your days like you say i do!! i was taking a little bit of a mental health break, and i feel a lot better now!!! i'm so happy to be back here, i missed you all so much!! (especially you morgy! ❤) (1/???)

"i hope your first day of school went alright,, i know how much it sucks, but i'm here alongside you to get through it all!! hopefully this school year can be at least a teensy bit easier on everyone,, but we do have to take it one day at a time, or as i say, baby steps 🌠 i should probably address this now so i can get the serious bits out of the way, but i assure you all that i'm alright!! that incident was just unfortunate, and my family made me take a rest from working because of it,, (2/?)

plus, that kind of situation is common for me unfortunately, so i'm used to sudden panics like that,, but i feel quite better now!! and i'm happier more than ever to be back again 💖💖💖 (3/?)

i do truly thank you all from the bottom of my heart for all of your patience, kind words, and support!! i'm honestly extremely surprised at how sweet everyone was about this,, it's such a nice change from daily life,, i have no idea how to put my utter gratefulness into words, but please know that i love you all so so so much!! i wouldn't trade any of you for the world, you matter so much to me 💌 (4/?)

it seems that so much has happened while i was gone,, all of these picrews (which i absolutely adore!) and quinn getting into my account?? ahhhhh oh gosh,, that's a lot!! i'm gonna have to scold her! i can't believe she would submit such candid pics of me and other stuff,, quite embarrassing! but i wasn't expecting such a positive response to me and my one cat,,, who knew that all you anons find me sleeping cute??? it's confusing to me, but i find it quite funny hehe 😖❤ (5/?)

luckily i was able to be a little more productive lately, even if i have been exausted!! i've been cooking, cleaning, modeling, sewing, dancing, and editing videos for people,, so much work! i do think it's worth it though, it helps distract me from the bad things in life, and other people end up happy,, i'd consider it a win-win for me!!! my dad also taught me how to fix up an angelo azzuro,, which is a cocktail i didn't learn yet! (6/?)

it took two days of hard work and practice, but according to him, i "nailed it right on the head" my papa is always my go-to for mixology, he taught me most of what i know, and he's always the first person to try my drinks! apparently it's a very interesting concept to my other friends, since they have so limited access to spirits,, it does make sense though! (7/?)

we italians just don't care about drinking ages hehehe, as long as we're responsible and cautious with age, it adds to our lifespan ;) during that short break, i suppose my narcolepsy flared up a lot since i was falling asleep left and right! it was awful having to constantly wake up with either a migraine, extra tiredness, or even a bruise or two,, thankfully though i had my family to watch over me,, at least i was finally able to make up for lost sleep hehe 💫 (8/?)

i also got to play a lot of minecraft hehe,, my friend and i actually spent a full day doing a speedrun world, and we killed the ender dragon and wither within only 2 1/2 hours!! it was crazy,, i guess me and him just make a dynamic duo (but i dare to say,, not quite as dynamic as you and me 😉) speaking of minecraft, over the weekend i decided that i'm going to start streaming on twitch soon as a hobby!! i'm very excited for this, it's something i've wanted to do for a very long time now (9/?)

all of my friends and my siblings are very supportive of it, which i'm super glad about!! i've always found little bits of joy in my favorite streamers, so why not give back to that community? an artist friend of mine even drew me a pfp as a gift, it's so cute! all i have to do is figure out a balance between school, personal life, and streaming, then i'll be set,, i'm always happy to get a new hobby 😊✨ (10/?)

oh my, it's almost 23:45 now!! sadly, unlike today, tomorrow is full of classes and work,, so i should probably get going to bed! i'll hopefully see you tomorrow then, darling! goodnight, and as always, sweet dreams,, make sure to rest extra when you can 💗- much much love and extra hugs, waifu anon xoxo 💗❤💖💞💓💕💘💌 ps: you say that you'd come all the way to america just to say such kind things to me?? it looks like i'll just have to return the favor then darling 💘 (11/11)"

This do b kinda late ngl since im assuming i literally leave for school just as u send those in💀💀💀 things r kinda hard w school here but today was actually one of the few decent days i had in what y e a r s??? Me n my friends went out after classes and spent the entire afternoon sipping boba tea (it was my first time having it since boba places r rare here and we had to travel in the opposite part of the city and holy shit my third eye opened bruh i A S C E N D E D) and talking abt anime and simping and basically clowned eachother constantly jahahhdkf

B u t enough of that bc i see u had some nice days goin on as well😳😳 as i said many times before i'd kill a man to taste the cocktails that u do and one day we finna do that on g o d 😩✌️ and STREAMING? DROP THE LINK WILL YA DARLIN ME N THE CLOWN ARMY WILL BE THERE IN A H E A R T B E A T HDJDJSJ honestly streamer waifu is such a nice concept....i myself dream of streaming but sadly i dont have the time, space, money and overall neccesary equipments for it which is lowkey depressing ngl💀

Either way im glad to hear u been balancing things out and taking breaks dear, i myself am t r y i n g to make time for other stuff too since i really wanna write and watch anime (u know what series i just finished and had a 🅱️REAKDOWN 🅱️ REAKDOWN over one hour ago🤡🔪) but the schedule do b wacky ngl....

And as always i say: of c o r p s e everyone had positive reactions?? W h y w o u l d n t t h e y-

#JESUS HAS A R R I V E D #also wow dear...bein a smooth criminal again i s e e👁️#the confessional

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༄ are you mad? | 너 화났어?

Jungkook x Reader

➺ Word count: + 1k

╰Due to his PC being broken, Jungkook finds himself visiting the internet cafe daily for hours to play Overwatch. He's an outstanding player, by far better than many of his teammates and he carries his games, but there's one player he always encounters over and over again.

a/n: yooo! I've been itching to write this short thing for a while already! It's nothing special or anything, but I really enjoyed it! It was a nice change from my usual stuff! 🤧👌🏼

Start reading!

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Jesus fucking christ.

„Fuck!“ he curses under his breath.

This is the seventh time he got sniped down out of the blue and everytime he peeks at the kill-feed, he's burning with rage.

It's the same name. All over again, he's getting killed by the same goddamn player. This has been going on since the day his PC broke.

How it broke in the first place? Well, in his opinion it was because of said player. Even while he was playing at home, he already got hunted down by that one person behind the screen somewhere in the world, making him question all the talent he actually has. At some point he got so angry that he lost his control and kept kicking his computer, loaded with rage.

This is now two weeks ago, and he can't get over the fact that this guy is better than him. Usually he would look up to these better than him, but with this goddamn little shit he just can't get any clear thoughts.

He's so fixated on finding the enemies' Widowmaker that he got too careless and- shoot.

„What the FUCK,“ he yells into his headset, having the majority of the internet cafe turning around and giving him looks.

This damn guy.

Venom. Once again, it was Venom that shot him down.

‚I'm so sick and tired of this dude. Jesus fucking christ.‘

Jungkook is far beyond reaching his limit. This has to be settled, once and for good. He's furiously typing something down in the game-chat.

[Seagull: yo venom, after this game, let's go 1vs1 and lets put an end to this. Its been weeks and you can't seem to fucking stop.]

[Venom: lol what you so triggered for. its just a game bro.]

‚It's just a game? Jesus christ. This... this dude really is something.‘

[Seagull: are you scared?]

[Venom: nope. just not serious about this game. but if you insist, lol sure.]

Jungkook is evily grinning to himself.

This will be the last time he'll get his ass whooped by Venom. That dude might be good with 5 other players on his team that distract Jungkook, but on a 1vs1 battle he definitely will have the upper hand.

„Kook are you sure you want to do that?“ Seokjin calls out to him through the voice chat.

„Yeah I am. I am so sick of getting my ass beaten by that kid, I have to.“

„Well, good luck, because the game's ending now.“

Jungkook doesn't fucking care. He just wants to settle this. He has to show off that he's better, he has to-

‚What the actual fuck?‘

Now he's really pissed. As soon as the game finishes and the ‚Play of the game‘ comes up, he has to fight the urge to throw away the keyboard.

The recap shows one of the many times Venom has shot him down, and it wasn't even a good one in Jungkooks opinion.

[Seagull: wow kinda sad that you got the POTG with that.]

[Venom: you butthurt or smth?]

„B-butthurt??“ he scoffs. „This little...“

„Well. See you, Kook. Good luck with Venom.“ Seokjin says and leaves the group.

He's waiting. He's waiting for Venom to invite him into a private game so he can restore his pride. He is butthurt, but that doesn't mean that he has to admit that to everyone.

[GROUP INVITATION FROM VENOM]

,Finally. Took him long enough.‘ is all he thinks as he clicks ,accept‘.

[Venom: widowmaker 1vs1?]

[Seagull: yes ofc]

[Venom: lol aight]

As both of them enter the game, Jungkooks fingers are itching to turn this around.

‚5...4...3...2...1...go!‘ the game counts down and both of them rush out of their bases to hide.

Jungkook is concentrating with all he has while he zooms into his scope as he tries to track down Venom.

„There you are,“ he whispers as he finds the hated enemy and slowly moves his cursor to steady his aim on Venoms head.

‚Gotcha!‘

Jungkook immediately takes the lead. He's feeling so content right now- they're roughly 20 seconds in and he already shot him down. Using the time until Venom respawns, he repositions himself and hides, scope fixated in the direction of the enemy's base.

‚Come out, come on, show yourself.‘

Just as he finished his thought, he gets shot, and Jungkook can‘t help but stare in disbelief. Where the fuck did he hide? Why didn't he see him? He hates to admit it, but that was a very good play.

[Seagull: yo wtf. that was actually sick,,,]

[Venom: thx broski]

[Seagull: nah we aint bros man. but still, that was dope as fuck.]

The game keeps going like this; both are pretty much equally good, and Jungkook hates that he realizes that. Well, at least he isn't worse. But what actually is worse, is that he starts enjoying playing with Venom. It has been ages that Jungkook met someone that could keep up with his skill.

It stands 29-29 right now, the game limit being 30 kills. This is now going to decide things.

[Venom: this is actually pretty fun. i mean, i have my cursor on your head for the past 2 minutes but i don't want to shoot, i'on want this to be over yet]

[Seagull: ikr, tbh i even feel bad for all the hate and the tons of reports i sent in because of you lmao]

[Venom: EXCUSE ME WHAT CNXND YOU REPORTED ME??? YOU ASSHAT I GOT EXP PENALTY BECAUSE OF YOU I—]

[Seagull: ,,,sOrry??? idk man you really pissed me off ajfksk i hated that you were better its not even that you were better its just that you were always so cOckY OOF i hated it but ur actually?? pretty fun??]

[Venom: lol i'm sorry but your reactions always were gold kfkdls]

[Seagull: yea i,,, i can see that LOL i got pretty worked up. I even crushed my computer in anger oops]

[Venom: you did wHat]

[Seagull: HFKDKDL LET ME BE]

Jungkook is smiling to himself. This guy isn't all too bad after all. Not even half as cocky as he thought. Maybe he'd even end up teaming up with him some time. That thought is immediately cancelled again, though.

Suddenly, his character falls, shot down by the person he just praised for not being as bad as he initially thought. Fuck that.

[Seagull: WHAT THE FUCK BRUH??]

[Venom: lol i thought i'm not your bro]

[Seagull: yEah NOT ANYMORE NOW,,,]

[Venom: are you mad?]

[Seagull: uhh y e s ?? I thought we didn't want to finish this fkdkls]

[Venom: IM SORRY BUT YOUR REACTIONS REALLY JUST ARE SO GOOD I CANT HELP IT-]

Jungkook sighs. He wants to be pissed, but he can't really. He knows it was just meant as a joke, but still, that means the game is over now, and he's kind of feeling sad.

[Seagull: yo... you maybe wanna stay in the group and keep talking a bit? y'know, just being on the title screen and ,,, t a l k]

[Venom: u mean voice chat?]

[Seagull: yea i mean if you want to,,,]

[Venom: uhh sure why not]

Jungkook enables the voice chat and waits for Venom to do the same.

As soon as he gets the notification that his new mate joined the voice chat, there's some sort of awkward silence; it seems like neither of them wants to go first, but then they happen to start talking at the same time.

„Uhh hello?“

„Uhm, hi?“

Silence. Jungkooks eyes widen an unreal amount and his mouth slightly falls open.

There are two things that he would like to point out. First, the voice belongs to a girl, which he didn't expect at all. But the second thing is, that the voice came from nowhere else than the booth right next to him.

He jumps out of his chair and watches as you do the exact same- and there you both are, looking at each other like two idiots.

„You- you're Venom??“

„You are Seagull? Dude we've been both coming here everyday sitting in the same damn places??“

„As if I didn't figure that yet. What the- so you are the person that keeps hunting me down?“ he says as if he's just figured out all the mysteries of the world.

„What do you mean ‚hunting you down‘? YOU are hunting me down!“

The both of you stare at each other, pouts on your faces before you burst into laughter.

What the actual fuck is happening right now? An hour ago he wished to rip the gamer that goes by the name Venom into pieces, and now he's standing infront of you and your smile and the melody of your laughter is sending his stomach tingling. Is this what people call ‚love at the first sight‘? Because if so, that's definitely what's happening right now. A girl? Not to mention a very beautiful one? Playing his favorite game almost better than he himself does? And on top of that she's funny and seems nice so far? He'd be damned if he'd let this opportunity slide. He could be living the dream of many, many men and he's not one to pass a chance he'd like to take.

„You know, what do you think about us just logging out for now and grab a coffee together? Getting to know each other and continuing our talk offline?“ he smirks, eyes big and full of hope.

„Hmm, I guess that does sound fair, I mean, I owe you one for all the teasing and for your broken computer, huh?“

„You totally do,“ he says as a wide smile starts spreading across his lips.

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svtthename · 6 years

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cheering for you

hello!!! this was requested by @julimelodi a few weeks okay and im finally getting it up! this was actually really fun to write for some reason lmao and i hope you enjoy it!!

genre: angstttt (and fluff at the end!)

word count: 1.3K

warnings: strong language/some swearing!

Many people strongly dislike high school, understandably, but for you, it was never too bad. You and your best friend Hansol were always together, doing dumb (but fun) stuff. You had known him since the two of you were in elementary school- you were such good friends that teachers had nicknamed you “the duo”. If someone was looking for Hansol, they would ask you. And if someone was looking for you, they would ask Hansol. It made everything about your high school experience much more bearable.

When Hansol told you that he wanted to explore a career in music, you couldn’t quite say you were surprised. He planned on auditioning for a company you had never heard of before, and you promised him that you would always cheer him on, no matter what. You went with him to his audition. You comforted him while he waited for results. You cheered with him when he made it in. You were so happy for him, or at least tried to make it seem that way. Somewhere deep inside your heart, you couldn’t bear to lose your best friend.

When you told him you would be attending a university a few towns over, he didn’t react how you expected.

“You know I won’t be able to visit you, right?

“Han, what are you talking about, the drive is less than 45 minutes?”

‘Well yeah I know that, but I’ll be busy. I have to become better friends with the rest of the guys. I’m not going to have time to visit.” He said bluntly. You knew he didn’t mean it to be harsh, but your heart sunk nonetheless.

“Right…” You sighed as he picked up his phone.

“Oh shoot, I have to head over to have dinner with-”

“The rest of the guys. Yeah. Have fun.” You said, giving him a tired smile before turning around and heading home. You looked back. He didn’t.

The place that you lived in was right outside your university, a small, kinda dinky apartment that you called home anyway. You couldn’t count the number of times you laid curled up on your bed quietly crying as Hansol left you on read. Again. Of course you knew he would be busy, but you would see him chilling on his snap story. He still ignored you, and every time you saw the “read” below a text you sent, your heart broke a bit more. The last straw was when you were visiting home. You tried everything you could to meet up with him, but he would either leave you with short answers of denial or just not respond at all. After returning to university, you made a decision to try and forget about him.

Another year later, and you were able to move on. You had an amazing group of friends from your classes, and you thanked god every day that you were lucky enough to meet them. They could read you like a book too, so there was no hiding your shock when you read about Seventeen’s debut.

“Hey, what’s up with you? You look like you saw a ghost.” One of your friends asked, leaning over to catch a glimpse at the article you were reading.

“I wish…” You mumbled. Your friend gasped.

“Wait, oh my god, is that-”

“Uh huh.”

“Oh that dick, I’ll fight him right now, tell him to drop his location! FIGHT ME VER-”

“Oh my god, you have to be quiet.”

“Hey, when I said I’ll fight someone for you I meant it.”

“I know. But I wanna listen to their debut.” You said quietly. Your friend shot you a look that transcends words.

“Are you FUCKING CRAZY? DO YOU REMEMBER HOW UPSET YOU WERE?? WHEN HE?? OH MY GOD! GIVE ME YOUR COMPUTER RIGHT NOW YOU ABSOLUTE BUFFOON-”

“BRUH. BE QUIET OR I SWEAR TO GOD.” They groaned at your response.

“Fine. Suit yourself. But imma roast him the whole time.”

“Fair enough. Me too.”

The two of you queued up the video and watched quietly. Silence fell after the song ended.

“Well?” They asked.

“I’m still bitter.”

“Correct answer! Now c’mon I want fro-yo.”

A month after this odd incident, you found yourself visiting home again to visit your family. What really threw you for a loop was when Hansol texted you. He texted you. You felt your breath catch in your throat as you opened the message.

hansol: hey, can we talk?

(y/n): i dont really have a lot to say to you hansol. or is it vernon now?

hansol: please (y/n). i want to apologize face to face

(y/n): what if i dont really wanna see your face?

hansol: what?

hansol: what the hell did college do to you. the (y/n) i know isn’t this bitter.”

(y/n): are you fucking serious right now?

(y/n): you know what? fine. let’s meet face to face. see you later asshole

hansol: (y/n)...

Before you knew it, you were grabbing your jacket and running outside, changing to a brisk walk until you got to your destination. Non-surprisingly, you beat him there. You sat on a park bench waiting for him, stewing in bitterness and anger.

“(Y/N)?” You heard a voice timidly ask from behind you.

“Hansol.” You didn’t move to look at him.

“Alright. I guess you deserve to be angry, but please just hear me out. I know this is no excuse and this isn’t what you want to hear but all that training… I was so busy. I barely had enough time for anything. I just finished promotions and finally was able to catch up with my family and I… I missed you.”

“I-”

“Please. Let me finish.” You gestured for him to continue. “Not a day has gone by where I haven’t thought of you. I miss you so much, more than words could ever describe. Every day was a million times harder without you by my side, but I didn’t realize that until it was too late. I was too scared to reply to you have the time because I didn’t want to burden you and make you have to take care of me when you deserve to have your own life. I was so scared and so stressed. All I wanted was to have you back but eventually you stopped texting… so I figured you had moved on. And if you have, I’m sorry. You know what? I’m sorry either way. I’m so so sorry. You didn’t deserve any of that. There’s nothing I can say to make up for how I treated you.” He finished with a deep shaky breath.

“I’m sorry Hansol. I’m sorry I cut you off and was so rude just now, but you really… you fucked me up,” you said with a laugh. He let out a noise of slight confusion. You laughed some more, starting to feel ridiculous as you stood up and faced him. “I have had the biggest crush on you since high school. Seriously. I told my school friends about it too, you can ask them for proof. So when you started ignoring me, it had felt like my entire life collapsed. But thank you for apologizing so genuinely. It does make me feel a little better.” You could see the gears turning in his head.

“wait... you have liked me…… this entire damn time?”

“What?’

“My god (Y/N), I thought you knew about my huge fuckin crush on you and just didn’t like me back!”

“YOU? UHHHH YOU WHAT?” You said, forgetting how to speak momentarily. He grabbed your face, eyes shining with excitement.

“OH MY GOD (Y/N)!! PLEASE BE MY GIRLFRIEND!”

“aaaaaaAAAAAA????” He laughed at your response. “I mean yes? But we really need to talk about this communication thing because if you pull a stunt like that I’m seriously gonna-” Before you could finish, Hansol pressed a quick, excited kiss to your lips and pulled you in for a tight hug, leaving you red face, kind of overwhelmed, kind of confused, but mostly so joyful that the world’s biggest doofus was now you boyfriend. And you loved him so much.

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reimahowaido · 3 years

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Tumblr no. Why you do this. I wrote a big cool intro on this that I thought up carefully, and you went and deleted it all. That took more than 10 minutes of my time. Rude. Anyway, I guess instead of being cool I'll just be quick. So. I finally got myself to play Spyro: Reignited after a year of buying the game (I also got Fire Emblem: Three Houses, but I've watched a lot of others play that game, so I'm kinda caught up on that) and I thought that since I made tumblr to just post Anything, I might as well just do that and write up my experiences, reactions and stuff as I go~ First things first. I'm playing it on a Switch Lite. I'm not really that big of a gamer, nor do I have that much money to just yeet around on every game I'd love to own, so I'm kinda limited on experience. But I did play Spyro as a kid on a Playstation. We had a short demo of the first game and some version of the 2nd game (which was my fave game growing up) - the hospital I spent time in as a kid also had all 3 Spyro games I'm fairly sure, I did play the 1st and 3rd ones there (although mostly I enjoyed watching an older kid play the games, they were skilled and little sibling culture be like). Also I Adore both old and new versions of the games. Old is Nostalgic, and seriously great, but the new one looks Amazing and I Loooooove all the elder dragon designs. Everyone working on these games did So Great! Good job! And thank you <3 Ok this got lengthy, so imma start in the next post - or if I can figure out a read-more, then there

There we go~ Ok let's go! So right off the bath, I started with the first game of the series, deciding to go in order. And honestly, this was an excellent choice in my opinion, I'll say why soon, but even before then, yes, the game Looks So Gorgeous. I wanna go to the dragon realms and just live there. It looks so nice. I want to walk around, lay on the grass and lay down, look at the sky and chill. The music is great too, I love it~ Nostalgia :2 And it's not affected in a sense that I've not been listening to the original songs in years, so my mind isn't making comparisons, it's just enjoying and going 'yep, this has that Spyro energy and feel and boy I love it so much' And here we go! My first experience! Um, well. It feels different xD Because I'm playing on the Switch and not the Playstation. It took a bit to get the controls under control, not gonna lie. Maybe it's because I don't play a lot of games as a whole, or then the Switch really does have stiffer controls. I was a little worried at first, all the way back when I bought the game, going like, what if I can't play it? What if it's hard? What if the controls don't work? What if I suck so bad I won't get anywhere? But my love for Spyro was greater than my fear and so I got the game anyway. Artisans homeworld! So there I am, falling off the first straight line to Nestor and looking like an absolute loser. But hey it's ok! We're starting out, I kinda predicted that it'd take a bit to learn stuff. Yeah it's embarrassing but new controls can be like this, right? Ok, so I get through the first bit. And after that, I kinda check on what the buttons do. Charge, Flame, Jump, yep, the usual. This button is the camera? Ok, yeah I kinda remember that being a thing, ok. Then I do the ... shoulder buttons? That's what they're called right? Well I try them and oh yeah right! In the first game these were the dodge rolls! Yeah I never used them but I do remember them being kinda silly, even if they made me sliiiightly jump in surprise because of how sudden the stuff was (and trust me, they'll make me jump a lot in the future too xD Oh god....). And then I found the button that kinda fixes the camera angle. Amazing! What a joy to discover that button~~ Good good, that's great. I've somehow gotten really used to that ability of turning the camera and having it face some optimal direction of my choice. Ok now we're set and let's go! The charging. It didn't feel as smooth, and it Still kinda has a bit of an awkward feel to itself. It's kinda, silly?, on how Spyro will charge and move forward with that charge button without me having to move the stick to have him move. I dunno why, it just, feels strange xD I forget if ye old pokemon games had you hold down B and then move or something but, muscle memory of sorts? Anyway, it didn't feel as responsive or smooth to charge. At first it felt like charging was just way too fast for my mind and I was very much content to just walking and taking my time xD I've since gotten more used to the charging, it has become very necessary so that's good First obstacles were the gem thieve Gnorks. God. Those guys were so easy to catch and roast as a kid. But now with the new controls. Boy. I. I was struggling to keep up and turn after them. Embarrassing, I know, but I was new and just getting back into things. I did catch 'em both eventually, after a tiny bit more struggling than I'd have hoped And here come the most cringe bit. Ah yes, so first game, Spyro can't swim, he'll take damage from water. And he can actually die in the Artisans homeworld. And bruh. ...... I'm here unlocking Sunny Flight before getting used to the stiffer controls or getting a hold of the precise jumping. And. I freaking Die. I touched water twice, I got hella stressed with the green Sparx being there and signifying that I didn't have much more room for errors. Oh Shoot! Maybe I should hop on over, back to the mainland and flame some sheep fodder before trying again? Yeah sounds like a good idea! I die before making it back to the mainland. Mmmmmmmmh. Yeah we're. We're

learning boys. I decide I'll unlock Sunny Flight a little later and just get used to the controls first. And I successfully unlock the level a little later on, after stressing over each and every jump in a stiff worried state the whole time. A late success but a success no less! Then the other big hurdle of Artisans homeworld. That one platform right there 'behind Nestor' that you have to glide on over to to get the chest and some gems. Gliding had already proven to not be my strong-suit with the area you release Thomas at. I had to go up the swirly thing several times to get all the gems there. But this one. This one. Bruh. I was struggling so hard. I tried soooo many times. I managed to do this as a kid. I should be able to do this now. How is this so haaaard. I've almost got this! What am I doing wrong? Is it a Switch bug? Is it impossible on the Switch Lite? Now after playing the game for several more hours I might know the reason I was struggling so much. So I Guess my thing was that I pressed jump and then to glide like immediately after, so I didn't have enough height even after charging. It was a miracle when I finally made it up there and was able to complete the stage now that I allowed myself to go clear up the way to the balloonist after I finished grabbing these gems. Good job good job. Boy we're in for a ride aren't we This got long, so I'll speak of the dragons some other time!

#Spyro #Reima gaming and makin' some reviews I guess

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kr-writing · 6 years

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Magical School!AU (Hoshi)

when Hoshi was younger he loved naruto so he naruto-ran everywhere and his parents thought it was really cute and they took videos and stuff (if you watched them you’d find out the videos were just blurs of him zooming everywhere in a blur and sounds of his raucous giggly laughter)

he was in the track team all throughout childhood and really really loved running because he always finished first and he also really liked the wind through his hair and the coach’s praises

ANYWAY

Hoshi in magical school is like. Normal Hoshi, super energetic and outgoing and kinda oblivious but Fast!!!

in a way,, Hoshi’s known around campus as the “blur of pink” everyone sees every morning

which is how you get to know him. you’ve never actually seen his face up close or like. his face when he’s not speeding across the dining hall in a blur

but you know he exists !! because Bruh he has pink hair

so,, anyway when the new semester starts your friends decide “hey let’s all try out for the track team!!” because Club Credits yknow

and honestly?? at first you’re not so sure because “......... i have earth powers?? i don’t know,, track?? Running?????? why when i can just. Walk.”

you’re pretty hesitant at first, but you hear your friends talking about how hoshi was made the new captain and you’re like ! “oh! pink hair guy!”

you always thought it was pretty amusing how Hoshi could literally be seen every morning dashing from one place to another, like Every morning without fail

and you think,, hey! maybe making friends with him would be pretty fun, and i guess meeting new people is always interesting,,

and so you join the school track team

the first practice is basically all the new comers sitting in the bleachers getting briefed by the coach while Hoshi stands next to him taking attendance on a clipboard and,, you never really noticed his looks because he was always running everywhere without stopping but he’s actually,,,,, pretty cute

with the sun shining on him and his eyes peeking through his pink bangs you’re like

hey his face is actually pretty attractive when you get to look at it

and his silver dangling earring and his training gear?? and wow was he always this........ fit??

and the way he holds the clipboard is just so adorable,, you’re fixated on Hoshi the entire time and even when the coach is talking while chewing gum you’re just staring at Hoshi because Wow is he attractive

at one point he turns to look at you and you’re like Shit and you turn away Embarrassed because he caught you looking???? wow what a Weirdo you must seem.....................

but Hoshi thinks it’s really endearing especially when he sees you blush the shade of his hair

he smiles a bit (yknow his hamster-y smile where his teeth show a bit heheh) because well

that blushis.... thatissocuteomgthatis. the cutest thingever wowwhat. a cutehumanbeing I. wow. Cute.

after training ends that day you're going home on the train and as the train doors are about to close you see a blur of pink dashing in and suddenly Hoshi is standing right in front of you

maybe a bit too close to you

“oh HEY!! you’re one of the new people in track!! hello!!! I’m Soonyoung but everyone just calls me Hoshi,, fancy seeing you in the train HAHAHAHahaahah a”

what a liar. he saw you walking out of school and even though he could just. Run and get home in 5 seconds he decided to take the train...... so he could see you and maybe talk to you..... smooth hoshi smooth.......

and you try not to be distracted but you really can’t help it,, up close you can see the way his pink hair falls over his eyes slightly and his posture just exudes a certain kind of assuredness

and while his smile reaches his eyes in a special way, his laugh is so,, unique and infectious and giggly

Well shit you’re blushing again

“hello!! I’m uh Y/N,, you’re the one who took attendance today (yes,, you were staring at him the entire time...) right?”

his face lights up!! and you begin to have casual, small talk with this pink haired captain whose sports bag seems too heavy and whose heart seems big and full

and.... after several “coincidental” train rides home together (you strangely live in the same neighborhood hm), you and Hoshi actually become pretty good friends!!

you begin to learn more about him (”you’re in the spanish dance club???? what??? dude that’s so cool dance is so cool!!”)

and he starts to learn more about you too (when you laughed at his corny ass 10:10 joke he felt his heart literally. Skip a whole ass beat)

“Seokmin listen to me. they Laughed at my 10:10 joke. I think I just found me new soulmate.”

and as the both of you spend more time on the trains together going home, Hoshi really becomes a friend you can depend on for,, just about anything really

need to eat but don’t have time to make breakfast?

no problemo, Hoshi’s packed a burrito for you so you can eat it on the way to school in the morning train

stressing out over the Elemental Powers presentation tomorrow?

Hoshi’s got you covered, and has brought you a sandwich and coffee to help you through your hours in the library

just having a shit day in general?

fret not, Hoshi’s running over to your block to give you his million watt smile and do a goofy dance for you to cheer you up and assure you of the goodness in the world

and honestly, Hoshi’s become so fond of you he would literally do anything he can to make you happy and to help you in anyway he can

(the way your nose scrunches up when you smile and your sleepy thank you’s are big factors in his valiant escapades to make you the happiest person on campus)

and as this happens,, you find yourself falling more for this lovable, dorky spark of joy who’s way more than the speedy captain of the gold-medal track team

one day as the both of you head home after a particularly grueling practice (the coach had made everyone run 20 laps “for stamina” he said)

you realise (albeit late) that Hoshi doesn’t actually,,, have to take the train home

he doesn’t have to take the train anywhere

he literally has. Super speed

this Revelation has you confused and frozen in thought for awhile, until Hoshi bends down to look at your face

“penny for your thoughts?”

“why do you take the train home? i mean,, you can literally run at the speed of sound or light or anything really, shouldn’t you be able to run home in like. 5 seconds?”

and well you got Hoshi speechless for a while and Wait is he blushing???

with a blush on his cheeks as pink and bright as his hair, he stammers out a “u...uh........ Imeanpublictransportisforeveryone,,,, yknowliketaxesandallthat uh also I really like. talking to you everydayonthisdamntrain becauseyou’rehonestlythe,,, the most adorable person on campus”

cue You’re a blushing mess

cue You’re both blushing mess

you see Hoshi compose himself a little, his hands still swinging the handles on the train, the cheeky, giggly grin coming back onto his face like it never got replaced by a confused, stammering Soonyoung

“since you’re adorable and uh pink kinda goes with adorable,,, do you wanna,,, date???”

at this point he looks like a pleading puppy with his eyes shining with hope and Come on you can’t reject him,, that’s just not realistic

also you’ve had a thing for him ever since the first track practice wow are you Whipped

you laugh a bit, because the situation is playing out pretty damn differently from what you had expected; instead of your quiet pining disappearing into nothing,, the radiant man of your daydreams asked you out :”)

“yeah, I... I do wanna date you”

cue smiley soft you and Hoshi (”call me Soonyoung now!! or maybe just call me soon ;))))) ) riding the train home together with your hands intertwined and your smiles bright and unbridled

hello everyone!! I’M BACK FROM THE DEAD I’m doing a new AU (again LOL) because I really love AUs,, and this one will be based mostly on the idols i write for having superpowers and going to college?? so honestly really similar to a college au but just. They have superpowers because that’s cute okay

I might not write for all the members again (because sometimes writing the same thing over and over again gets repetitive and uninspired), so do drop me asks requesting for any member (of vixx, svt and bts) and I might do it!!

thank you guys for reading my stuff,,, it really does mean alot to me :~~~)

love, Jyn

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notesofarichlycolorednight · 6 years

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hot take

if you’re gonna write a story that takes place in china

maybe actually do the research abt china???

fair warning: if you like really like cinder and/or marissa meyer you may just wanna sit this one out

in these trying times of lost innocence of childhood and being more aware of social justice issues, i find myself being very critical of the entertainment media i consume

esp when it comes to representation, bc representation is important to me. and it’s becoming more and more important to me the older i get, as an asexual chinese-american woman. i’m still on the fence abt no rep v. bad rep, but this isn’t what this post is mainly abt

i’m currently reading cinder, by marissa meyer for my book club

and i just...i have a lot to say abt it. a lot that i really gotta get off my chest before i feel i can continue to read it

i’d preferably like to talk abt it with my friends (and maybe i will when the time comes), but i’d have to wait until june 1 and finish the book. as i said above, i really have to get this off my chest before i can finish it, so here i am, screaming into the void

so to begin, and i usually comment abt this when it comes to A LOT of east asian rep i see in entertainment media: my beef with the combination of east asian culture to mean one (1) asian/east asian culture

in this case, a combo of east asian cultureS (plural) into one (1), which would be china

honorifics

there are honorifics in china--like you definitely want to apply the correct honorific to your authority figures (i.e., parents, teachers, doctors, bosses, etc.)

and that part of china’s culture was taken, and then adapted into japanese culture today, HOWEVER, the way it’s used in japanese culture today is very different than how chinese ppl use them

okay so disclaimer real quick, chinese is my second language, and i have not taken up learning japanese, and am i’m going off information i’ve learned from my friends who took japanese as their second langauge; so the information i provide here may not be precisely accruate (hence, having trouble finding better words to explain this)

a lot of china’s honorifics aren’t as “““specific”””--for major lack of a better word--as japan’s

they have mr., miss, mrs., teacher/master, doctor, etc., and, in general, it’s custom to use them bc they are important--authority and hierarchy is v important to collectivistic cultures

japan has “““specific””” identifiers that are often, if not always, used to identify any of those older, younger, or equal to you

senpai, -chan, -san, -sama, etc., as well as other identifiers as placeholders for the person’s name to communicate who they are in relation to the person speaking (e.g., oniisan, oniichan, oniisama)

how honorifics are used in cinder is almost completely wrong, not just in culture, but also through translation

from meyer’s website:

-dàren: for a high-ranking official today is simply means adult, or grown up. it can be used as a respectful honorific toward superiors, but it mostly just means adult. archaically it did mean “your/his excellency.” but again, today, it’s mainly used to refer to an adult. and i imagine however far into the future this book takes places, they’d use it the same way??? but i mean i guess if they went back to imperialism

-shìfu: for an older male this is actually master (as an honorific, such as teacher is, or to specify a very qualified worker). sometimes it can be used to address strangers, specifically older men (not necessarily specifically, or often, used for an older male)

-jūn: for a younger male idk where she got “younger male” from bc it’s mostly used as a measure word. it can be used as an honorific, but translates to “your” not younger male. had she been going by the “honorifics” she uses below, it should be dì, which comes from dìdi (弟弟), which means younger brother (but not necessarily younger male)

-jiĕ: for an older female my best guess is this is derived from jiĕjie (姐姐), which means older sister (not necessarily older female)

-mèi: for a younger female once again, she probably derived this from mèimei (妹妹), which means younger sister (not necessarily younger female)

these specific pinyin (more specifically the last two/three) that she picked cannot be separated from the other pinyin that help to identify them. jiĕ and mèi don’t exist by themselves in the chinese language (compared to -chan, or -san do in japanese), and therefore do not translate as such in meyer’s book. not to mention, multiple characters can be applied to jiĕ and mèi depending on the context and other pinyin/character next to it that helps form the word, or helps distinguish the context

she perhaps simplified these honorifics a little too much. so much so in fact that they lost their meaning. quite literally

and, as i said before, these honorifics aren’t used like they are in japanese culture/language. you don’t tack on honorifics behind someone’s name (like a suffix) as they do in japan. the whole honorific (not just half of it, not like a suffix) comes after someone’s name, such as Lín lăoshī (林老师), which means Teacher Lin. or replaces their name entirely, such as tā shì wŏ de dìdi (他是我的弟弟), which means “this is my younger brother” (as opposed to, “this is bob, my younger brother” or variations of that same sentiment)

names

now, in this futuristic world, i can understand if there are names from other countries (esp. other east asian countries)

however, if your crown prince’s name of china has a japanese name...i’m probs gonna call you out on it. esp bc china and japan don’t have The Best history. now maybe they’ve worked thru it after all these yrs, but still

he’s the crown prince of china

he’s mostly just refered to as prince kai. which i would be okay with if it was just that bc kai is chinese

however, his full name? kaito. kaito is japanese

rikan? japanese. like wtf, if your the emperor of china, you should probs have a chinese name. i mean, you’d think hope?

iko? also japanese (i admit this is being a lil nit-picky, bc cinder or adri or whoever is free to name their android whatever-the-hell they want to, i’m just saying)

and i mean, i guess i can see names from other countries in the real world too, but you have to remember china has the largest population of ppl in the world, so the chances that there are ppl within a certain district who don’t have chinese names is v slim (esp bc you have to take the hsk to show you can contribute to society in china before they grant you a visa to live/work there).

compare that to cinder’s district, where we have cinder, adri, iko, peony, pearl, sacha, fateema, and dr. earland. oh and then the lab tech named li, who’s most definitely the only one i can assuredly say is chinese (and i would hope looks chinese)

now, again, bc it is the future, maybe more (like A LOT more) ppl have moved to china lbr tho, they’ve moved back to imperialism, why would you choose to live there? but i’d still be bitter abt it regardless, bc like china, in theory, should have chinese ppl? w/ chinese names??? i imagine it’s still a p big country in this future

optics

i really wish cinder looked chinese. this is more of a personal thing, and i get that genes aren’t so cut and dry, and if she’s a lunar, then yeah she probably won’t look completely chinese

but a girl can dream for representation other than just mulan ya know (not saying mulan sucks or anything, but it’s like, kinda the only thing i have so)

esp bc the book takes place in china. and she is said to be at least mixed “““““asian”””””

i also wish the fucking prince looked chinese--his skin is fair according to the wikia

bruh

why are you so afraid to make your main characters brown

on a more serious note, and this is getting really nit-picky (kinda) again, but i really wish meyer had put more thought into dr. earland’s character. okay, now, i haven’t finished the book so the good doctor may, in fact,,, be...a...good....................doctor..............?

but my point still stands in that dr. earland comes of as very sexist (with undertones of racism, wheeeeee) bc he hates fateen (who has dark skin, btw) bc she’s taller than him

and he’s also super creepy (as in, “where i’m from, that’s called pedophilia” kind of creepy) bc of his strange interest in young, teenage (cyborg) girls...

yeah

and okay, again, i haven’t finished the book, so maybe he’s supposed to come off that way

but an old, white dude showing too much interest in finding a young woc? not v good optics, regardless of dr. earland’s character yeah?

the fact the fateen points this out does absolutely nothing (aka lampshading).

if you point it out, but continue to fall into a harmful stereotype, you are still perpetuating the stereotype. full stop

misc

i say “misc” but most of this really falls under criticism of the author herself, misc is just shorter

i think it’s great that she’s taking this age-old fairy-tale and putting it into my place of birth, bc representation means the absolute world to me. also i really like this idea that the first telling of cinderella took place in china like fuck yeah, steal that white disney princess from the europeans

but i really wish you’d do it right

in her faq, she apologizes if she got anything wrong, but that’s like putting a band-aid over a bullet wound

how much research is research? did she just google a bunch of stuff, or did she sit down and actually talk to ppl from china? or chinese-americans who have kept their chinese culture? participate in chinese culture to gain a better understanding?

going by the fact that she wrote cinder in a month, she probably stuck to google

which...i mean i guess i’m glad she made the effort, but it woulda been nice if she’d, after getting a book deal, consulted chinese ppl and edited what needed to be edited yeah? i know she did a little editing, but she said the whole process took 3 months from the time she found an agent to getting a book deal, so like...i’m willing to bet she didn’t sit down with some chinese folk and talk abt their culture (and so on)

and look, it’s really not that hard. and, sure it may delay when the book gets published, but at least it’d be more accurate. and better representation.

rather than falling into what most ppl do these days (i’m looking at you miraculous ladybug) and combining all the east asian cultures to make one (1) culture, and call it--not even east asian--but asian

as if that one (1) monster culture that’s mostly made of up east asian cultures could speak for the variety and diversity of a total of 48 countries, and their respective cultures, that are within the asian continent

now, this whole “calling it asian culture” isn’t meyer’s fault--it’s a side-effect of our society. like i get that, and i’m not trying to put the blame solely on her shoulders

but she still perpetuates it by choosing not to talk to chinese ppl abt a folk tale the may have originated in china, in order to ya know, make it more accurate to china. considering it takes place...IN CHINA

#okay i think i'm done #do i tag it with the book and author??? do i???#i can't #i can't do it rn bc i haven't finished the book #i haven't read the other books in the series #these are just initial thoughts i needed to get out #they've been sitting and stewing and tonight i was becoming physically ill bc of them #so here they are #washingdad rambles (in the tags)#washingdad writes

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