#uh you mean ME? the difference is of course that im white

[rhysnolastname]

im literally so tired of having to experience racist micro aggressions for being hispanic. like they think i don’t notice or maybe they don’t notice they’re doing it but oh my god. y si te meto un pescozón

[cockaiine]

“want a ride?”

“no, i'm good,” you keep your arms crossed, pacing away from the red sports car the white haired man drove.

“come on, no need to be so stuck up,” satoruʼs car matched your pace, persistent as ever. “iʼm just gonna drive you home, baby.”

“don't call me ba—” you roll your eyes with an `ughʼ as you watch him mock you. you're not surprised, not really, your ex-boyfriend has always been immature. but you just donʼt want anyone to see him act like that.

maybe that's exactly why he's doing it. he canʼ exactly convince you to get in the car, youʼre just as stubborn as he is. he just has to embarrass you into it. maybe itʼs not moral or convenient… but itʼ worth it if he gets to be with you.

and it isnʼt like you have any other means of getting back home—not after you depended on satoru for so long. but being im a closed proximity with him didnʼt seem any more fitting; either you argue and ruin your mood… or you hook up (again), making the process of moving on harder.

“can't you take a hint, satoru? i dontʼt wanna be around you,” your eyebrows remain furrowed, not looking directly at him to avoid caving in. “just go”

“oh, youʼre so heartless…” he pouts, “itʼs turning me on”

at that, you break into a chuckle, but you bite your lip to keep it in. “youʼre insane”

“quite the romantic you are,” he responds snarkily. “so? you coming yet?”

“fine, but we're heading straight home,” itʼs both a threat and a plea. you canʼt order around satoru gojo. “nothing else.”

“fine,” he rolls his eyes with a huff. “you're no fun”

youʼre dumb to believe heʼs being honest.

or maybe you wanted from the beginning, playing hard to get like that ever gets you anywhere. how do you keep doing this? you swear youʼre never talking to the cerulean-eyed man again, yet you find yourself under him in the small space of his backsteat over and over. foolish girl.

today isnʼt any different, of course. well, maybe only a little; this time heʼs under you, watching with amusement as you grind your hips over his cock, still in your pretty, soaked panties.

“please, ʼtoru,” you whimper, legs shaking as you continue rubbing your clothed cunt over his bulge, your leaking wetness mixing with his pre. “wanʼ you, please”

“is that really?” his face is smug and you so badly want to kiss it. or punch it. a pale finger reaches for your cheek, warm from humiliation and neediness alike. “werentʼt you just saying you donʼt wanna be around me no more? what happened to that?”

normally, youʼd up and leave the car, slamming the door shut in his face because heʼs just so rude. but youʼre too desperate to leave. you know satoru is only a call away whenever, but youʼre in too deep right now to let your pride make choices.

“ʼm sorry,” itʼs merely a blabber, making you swallow the spit. “i was duh-dumb”

“uh-huh?” he raises an eyebrow, unempathetic and teasing, contemplating if he should give you what you want, or prolong the fun. “you gonna do that again?”

“no—i wonʼt,” you most definitely will, “neve—ah!”

“oops,” satoruʼs smile widens at your reaction to him lightly pinching your clit. “so sensitive, how cute.”

“toru—” you whine in frusturation.

“fine,” he mutters, both warm palms merting the skin of your hips, goosebumps spreading all over your skin. his thumb toys with the band of your panties, getting dangerously clise to your vagina before going back up. “just, you gotta ask nicely”

“satoru,” your voice takes on a more….. convinving edge. you lower your hips so have to look up at him, batting your lashes. voice lowring into a whisper, you continue, “please, let me ride your dick.”

satoruʼs adamʼs apple bobs. he tries to be strong but he canʼt resist it. He slips his hand into your panties and rips the thin fabric, making you gasp. itʼs not the first time–and most likely not the last–but the suddenness doesnʼt wear off.

“fuck, satoru calm do—mmhf—”

he closes his mouth upon your own, tongue slipping in while on hand holds your face in place. his other palm guids his tip towards your entrance, rubbing around it just to feel you moan imto his throat. his tongue assaults your senses, dancing with your own muscles to a rythm of their own.

he inserts himself into your dripping hole slowly, not wanting to overwhelm you with the stretch. his palm finds your waist, guiding you down while his mouth remains on yours, even hen you crave air.

the stretch doesnʼt feel too bad at first, but you start feeling it better when heʼs nearly an impressive half-way through, making you pull away with a gasp, lullung your head back.

“that feel good, baby?” he whispers against your nack, feeling your fingers dig against his shoulder as he bottoms out, your clit kissing his pelvis, “i just barely got in. such a needy thing you are.”

maybe thatʼs why you crave satoru like no one else. you know for sure no man can give you this stretch. no man will hold you this close. and no man can ever do what satoru learnt after years of watching your every reaction. starting over is too much work, your pussy has been made for this man, so much he might even carve his name on it.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Hey girlie, I'm such a big fan of yours!! I think your work is PHENOMENAL, like IM LITERALLY FOAMING AT THE MOUTH EVERYTIME YOU POST. So, the other day, me and my baby cousin were watching Frozen. And you know how there is this one big sweet guy that got mad because he got offended (I think his name is Oaken? You can look him up) and I IMMEDIATELY thought of König. Imagine him having his own little wooden shop( like that man from Frozen) up in the cold Alps, and one day, our dear Engel comes through the door, shivering from the big snow storm outside, saying that she's seeking shelter at least until the storm outside subsides. What would König do?

Omg this is just another cabin König to me! But with a pinch of silliness 🧚🏼‍♀️

Guy wanted some solitude after failing in life big time, he has no interest in socializing (or so he tells himself at night), he’s perfectly happy here in the middle of nowhere with no one to hold close his heart when there’s a blizzard outside…

Even hot chocolate tastes better alone, yeah, and ski trips are nice when you can set the pace yourself and admire the mountains with no one in sight. It’s not like he ever imagined a cute girl beside him on those warm sunny days when the snow looks like gelato and glitter, just the sort of thing he'd wrestle her into and then steal a kiss...

Nor does he miss the sound of soft, light-hearted giggle as he skis downhill to his cabin and heats up the sauna, wondering how lucky he is that there’s so few customers here and all of them are men. Otherwise he would have to be careful when he’s walking around in nothing but a towel–

The bell chimes, and someone comes in, of course it’s a woman, the first woman he’s seen in these parts or in his little shop ever. And here he is, sheened in sweat... Wearing only a thin white towel about his waist, the linen already wet and clinging to his thighs from the heat of the sauna.

There's an actual woman standing inside his humble tradepost, looking like a creature born from wind and snow, like a little Christmas tree decoration that has frosting all over it.

Cute little lips, a kissable mouth; that’s the first thing he notices on her, and he never thought of kissing Christmas decorations before… Men usually look like ice devils when they arrive inside his hut, but this little lady only looks like a winter night’s spirit, a little confused and lost. Her spirit eyes are glued to his junk before they rise to meet his softening stare, and who can blame her for staring when the first thing she sees upon coming in is a half naked man?

“Uh, welcome,” he manages to say while his cock gives a happy little jump under the towel as well, giving its own excited welcome to this woman.

She'd not dressed properly at all for a weather like this – why anyone would insist on wearing a dress in these temperatures is beyond him, but if he was her, uhm, brother or father, he would never have allowed her to go outside without proper winter gear.

Poor thing looks like she’s freezing to death, the bottom half of her dress coated in crystalline snow. If he had known that this lady was out there, trying to get somewhere warm, he would’ve come to her rescue at once…

“Um. Are you the shop owner…?” She asks delicately, still hugging herself from the attempt to stay warm.

“Yes. I mean, no... Uh… This is a trading post,” he stutters with his words, as if talking to women was somehow completely different than talking to men.

She furrows her brows and examines his body again, not at all interested in the items he has in stock. No woman has ever seen him in this state, no woman has ever looked at him like he’s the item here. She looks like she’s not sure if she wants to buy him or not.

“There’s also a sauna,” he says with a hint of pride in his voice, because he is damn well proud to have such luxury here. “Do you want to come…?”

“Do I want to come to the sauna…? With you?”

“No, I mean, you can go by yourself. It’s free of charge for the ladies.”

Such brazen discount he came up with just now, desperately wanting for her to stay. Besides, she needs the warmth after whatever adventure she’s been through. It would not be gallant to charge her for warming herself and getting that dress dry.

He wonders how she would look like in one of his woolen shirts. She would have to wear his clothes after the sauna, of course, he has no spare women’s clothing here. He will have to remember to be apologetic about it while presenting her with his clothes, secretly hoping they will catch her scent once she snuggles safely inside them and thanks him for everything he's done for her so far... She would probably look the cutest in his dark green knit, or the midnight blue one...

“Oh,” she says, slowly warming up to his offering. His cock is more than half hard by now, and he clasps his hands in front of it, trying to feign the movement as a casual posture shift although he’s anything but casual and relaxed.

And she’s not easy to trick; he might as well have pulled the towel away and shown her his cock in all its glory. She eyes his covered erection with a cat-like curiosity, a small little smile playing on her lips. Long lashes reveal a playful stare, slowly melting under the dim lamps of the cabin.

“I mean, of course you can come with me, if you want…”

Shit... That just came out of his mouth even if he tried to swallow the words. The inviting smile on her lips starts to quiver: she’s stifling a laugh, she’s giggling at him.

A flush rises on his cheeks, he can feel it, the erection now jumping against his palm, wildly and demandingly, as if wanting to join her in her mirth.

[fictionwifey]

Konoha x Transmasc! Reader head cannons (pt. 1?)

Warnings: REALLY LONG, sasuke is kinda uh…a little shit, at first, but when is he not? queerphobia, ur deadname is Elizabeth? I dunno if it uses any pronouns, but if it does its prob he him, sorry nb besties

Note: queerphobes can gtfo of this blog im not cisgender, straight, or allosexual or alloromantic so uhh BYE SIS. Welcome beautiful queers and allies :)

Characters: Team 7: Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura, Kakashi (separately)

Naruto:

He actually gets it, like, immediately

If you tell him your preferred name and pronouns when you first meet him, he’ll use the right away, no problemo

If you tell him you’re trans later on, he’ll understand the concept pretty quickly, and he is happy and proud that you’re able to tell him

If he sees something remotely similar to the trans flag’s colors hes immediately pointing it out (same goes for any other flags of your queer identities)

“Look! It’s like the trans flag!” He says (a bit loudly according to your reddening cheeks and the customers’ stares) while pointing to a white shirt with blue outer stripes and pink inner stripes on it

“Yeah…let’s keep it down just a bit, kay, Naruto?” He nods and apologizes, later taking you to Ichiraku’s for ramen (you’re paying though—what’d you expect, for him to have money?)

If you tell him your preferred name and pronouns after you meet him and you’ve been friends, it’ll be a bit harder for him

You walk up to him one day, looking incredibly nervous for some reason before you grab his attention

“Hey, Naruto, uh…I’m trans…”

The way he freezes scares you at first before you realize it’s his look of confusion, not his look of judgement (they’re really not that different convince me otherwise)

You explain to him, and like I said before he grasps the concept immediately

Naruto accidentally deadnames you or uses the wrong pronouns now and then, and it wouldn’t be that much of a problem, except…

“Hey Elizabeth, is this the (men’s item) you wanted?” in the store

everyone turns around and you pull a ‘pretend-like-you-don’t-know-him’

“Hellooo? Eliz- er, Y/N, eheh..”

When you get home that’s the fourtj time you’ve had to discuss the ‘pretend-like-you-dont-know-him’

If someone deadnames or misgenders you, he’ll correct them

If they keep doing it even accidentally, he’ll have a polite, definitely non threatening conversation alone with them

If he finds out it’s intentional, well uh…

“What do you mean, ‘I’m the prime suspect’?? I didn’t even know they went missing- …being the last person to leave with them and returning without them doesn’t mean anything-!”

If you were feminine before coming out, whether a while ago or shortly before, he literally does not GAF

If you’re still kinda feminine (any ftm femboys here?) it increases his accidental deadnaming and stuff (but only if you came out later after meeting him)

Overall 12/10 🥺☺️

Sasuke:

This assho-

If you use your preferred name and pronouns when you first meet, of course he is annoying

“…why do you need to clarify your pronouns? You don’t look that much like a girl…if you squint…”

If you decide to explain you’re trans

“I’m…not sure that’s how it works…but you do you. …What’s your real n-“

He can’t finish before Kakashi loudly clears his throat, Naruto scolds him, and Sakura hits him in the back of the head. (Changing their scores they get extra for that)

If you decide to tell him you’re trans later, basically the same thing. Except maybe he’s a little less insensitive as he’s grown more attached.

If you completely start using your name and pronouns after meeting and knowing him, he’ll definitely be more sensitive about it. Still Sasuke tho, don’t push your luck.

He’ll accidentally deadname you every now and then, and sometimes you’re not even sure if he tries

He does really try to save you from embarrassment though, he’s only deadnamed or misgendered you in a male store for example once

If someone misgenders or deadnames you, he immediately gets on them coldly

If someone keeps doing it, he goes off

If he finds out it’s intentional, he’ll beat their ass then and there, in front of everyone, especially you

When you smile softly and say thanks, he cuts you off

“You’re all for equality right? If I get hit for accidentally doing that, they get killed for doing it purposefully.”

POV you rn: Um 🫢 damnn Sasukes actually kinda swee-

He’ll probably beat you up for even thinking that dont get too excited

He doesnt really care but not in a (very) mean way

if you were overly feminine before coming out, he’ll raise a brow and sometimes comment on how girly you were

If you’re still kinda feminine (any ftm femboys here?) he’d sometimes comment on it

You: 🎀💞🫧✨ Him: “Aren’t you a boy”

Before Sakura, Naruto, and Kakashi did their ✨thang✨ again

Overall 8.5/10 ig idk🫡

Sakura:

She’s a tinyyy bit disappointed she’s the only girl again, but then again, now no one can steal her spotlight (on Team Kakashi at least-)

She pretty much gets it, she’s heard of transgender people before, as she is a medical ninja, and Tsunade has met some (side note: Tsunade is a total auntie to the queer <33)

and now she’s even met one: you

She is VERY supportive and proud, but not as ‘OMG ITS SOMETHING TRANS’ as Naruto, you know?

She always uses the right pronouns and usually uses the right name, whether or not you came out/told her your name when you first met

she’s deadnamed you once after knowing your name is Y/N not Elizabeth or whatever your dead name may be

If someone misgenders or deadnames you, she immediately cuts them off and corrects them

If someone keeps doing it, she literally shouts the correction out of absolutely nowhere to cut them off

If she finds out it’s intentional, she literally interrupts them by SHRIEKING your name and pronouns Im serioud when I say she will SCREAM it from the ROOFTOPS she loves you

I dunno if its platonic love or not so dont get your hopes up but she definitely adores you

If you were feminine before coming out, whether a while ago or shortly before, Sakura doesn’t blink an eye at it. She knows realization like this can happen in a moments notice

She will take ALL the clothes, nail polish, makeup, etc that you no longer want (if you’d like of course heheh)

If youre still pretty fem she is BETTER THAN OKAY?? 🎀🫧✨🌸

Do you want her to paint your nails? Wait, you wear makeup? Can she do it today? Do you wanna borrow some of her clothes that smell like her so it seems- (Kakashi clears his throat interrupting Sakura and she realizes what she was about to say)

But yeah so imma say

Overall 100/10 obvi? 💞🥺

Kakashi:

He thinks it’s so cool that he’s actually getting to meet a trans person

They were just the butt of the jokes back in his day

Or the gossip whenever an actual trans person literally did nothing more than breathed

But yeah he’s like ‘that’s so cool’

He’s way more ecstatic and happy for you on the inside like in there he’s actually squealing

Kakashi reveals that he’s actually questioned his gender identity before, but it kinda got shoved out of his mind by his dad once (same with sexuality but he’s totally pansexual or something and he knows it—he doesnt care about gender he just likes people)

You guys discuss that stuff sometimes when he asks if its normal to question it, or his sexuality, or when he finally figures out the label for it is pan (or whatever) and then you guys just discuss your queer identities

One day he was just like “hey is it normal to wonder if I’m a boy? I know you’re a boy who was once a girl, or at least seen as one, but I…” and yeah

If you’re (around) his age, and he finds out you’re trans, he feels like he’s about to cry

Kakashi is SO HAPPY, he didn’t know trans people…would even be able to live as long as you…

He hugs you so tight bro you’re not getting out of that for a while

If you’re literally his age like ive said before and ur not a minor you may or may not be his pan/homosexual awakening…

You guys are so sweet as a couple just the absolute cutest

If you’re a kid he’s training Kakashi will make sure you’re extra well protected due to the sad fact that transphobia and just plain queerphobia is still everywhere even if it’s a small amount

Regardless of age again, he always uses the right name, as he says its easy cos Y/N suits you better and generally uses the right pronouns

He’s used the wrong pronouns just a few times

If someone misgenders or deadnames you, Kakashi patiently corrects them

If they keep doing it, he gets a bit annoyed but makes you a pronouns pin and/or name tag and reminds them each time, his reminder dripping with more venom each time

If he finds out it’s intentional, Kakashi literally will get them in trouble, the excuse being they were harassing and bullying you, even so much as saying they were threatening your existence (which isnt a complete lie)

He cares so much about you dare I say loves you so much, whether it be in a familial way if youre a kid or adult, or a romantic way if youre an adult 

If you were feminine before coming out, he sometimes gets confused but usually does great actually with few mistakes

If youre still feminine he sometimes gets confused on accident but it doesnt take him long to get good

Overall 10/5 🤍🥹

I may make more with the other teams! Have a great one, byeee!!

[krylng--cborlesversion]

love at first sight~chapter 7

|TW: angel dust smut, porn, and…valentino. swearing.

|summary: you are working for Vox when you meet two people. you get to know one of them, but what about the other? what are his intentions?

|notes: ik angel dust and val are from different times, but… for the story.

previous

Next (if I can get over my lack of motivation and fucking depression

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“hey, i’m looking for the latest model. could you please show me where they are?” a man asked. you were still working this same old job. but vox being there was a good bonus.

“yes, right this way.” you made your way to a corner and lifted the box.

“woah there.” the man steadied you with his arms on your shoulder. “must be pretty heavy. here, let me help you lift it up.” he grabbed the corner on the other side of the box and helped you carry it. you both set it down.

“how much will that be?” he grabs his wallet from his back pocket.

“that’s…” you tilted the box to see the price tag. “that will be… 2000 dollars. if your still up for it.”

“yes, yes, of course.” he hands you a stack of money, and you shuffle it, counting the amount. exactly 2000.

“thank you, sir. have a nice day.”

“oh and by the way—my name is jack. and who may you be?”

“oh, im Y/N. i’m just a normal employee here.”

“beautiful name for such a beautiful lady.” he kissed your knuckles and picked up the box with ease. “have a nice day, amorcita.”

you stood there, a little surprised he called you ‘sweetheart’ in spanish.

you wiped off your hand, and watched as the store quickly got busy. most of your other co workers were helping customers. right now, you were on break. you decided to take a walk in the park.

you sat on an empty bench, and picked a flower from the ground. it was a beautiful pink colour, and it matched your uniform. you sniffed it and put it in your hair. you heard sobbing, you turned your head and saw someone sitting on a different bench. you got up to talk to him. his pink and white striped shirt would go well with the flower… you thought.

“u-uh hey. i noticed you were feeling down so…”

you watched as a tear fell down. it stayed on his freckles. he wiped a tear with his arm and looked at you. “so what? no matter what you say, i’ll never be okay.”

“i just wanted to give you this.” you pulled the flower from your hair and handed it to him. “i thought it would go good with your outfit.”

he held it and studied it before putting it in his white, short hair. “thanks, toots, but i told you…” he said in a much softer tone. “nothing could cheer me up right now. not even drugs or alcohol.”

you sat down next to him. “maybe not… but maybe you could tell me what’s bothering you? sometimes it helps when you talk to someone. it may not help but… maybe it’s worth a try?”

he wiped another tear. “maybe.” he sighed. he crossed his legs and flicked a piece of dirt off his tall heels.

“so… would you like to tell me why your down right now?”

he nodded. “just… just my boss, Valentino.” he cracked his fingers, which were in long, pink gloves.

you remembered at the wedding when Velvette said something about a Valentino, who worked at a porn studio.

you nodded.

“I…I work in a porn studio, and tonight he had me workin overtime, gettin fucked by all these punks and the same shit as always… i just wish i… could be free.” his pupils dilated, thinking about his job.

“you…you can’t quit?”

“nah. i’m under contract. lets just say i’m his little play toy and moneymaker right now, and in the afterlife.”

“i…i’m so sorry…”

“don’t be, baby. it’s my stupid mind for thinking Val would actually love me…so i signed my life away.”

you could tell he didn’t mean ‘baby’ in a romantic way. that made you a little more comfortable around him.

“i’m Y/N.” you held out your hand to shake his hand. he gave you a cute side smile and shook your hand.

“Anthony. but… don’t call me that… my new name, under contract, is Angel Dust.”

“but what do you want to be called?”

he looked up at you, a little surprised you actually cared about what he wants. he gave you the same cute smile. “Anthony is fine…but make sure my boss isn’t around…”

“got it.” you smiled and checked your watch. “oh shit… i was on break, and now i’m a little late.” you stood up, and walked towards VoxTek.

“wait, toots!” you heard him shout. he got up and ran after you.

“yeah?”

“do you have a telephone number?”

you nod, and you gave him the number. he wrote it down on a notepad.

“how do i know it’s you calling?”

“my telephone is glitched, so it just plays this random song.”

“alright. call me later tonight!” you waved and ran back inside.

you took a deep breath. still as busy as always. people trying to get an interview out of vox, the same commercial always playing on a TV. something that says, “Trust us!”

Vox was obviously super busy at the moment, so you couldn’t exactly go see him. you still had customers to help. you were helping customers pick out the perfect TV in their price range.

you didn’t know why Vox decided to make and sell TV’s and make technology more advanced.

you watched as the evening rush finally ended. but your thoughts still lingered on Anthony.

is he going to be okay?

“ahh, darling! i haven’t seen you in a while!” he picked you up and spinned you around.

“well, i’ve been seeing someone-“ he grabbed your neck and pinned you to the counter.

“don’t you fucking dare see anyone else but me. you’re mine, only i can love you like i do.”

you gasped for air, but he tightened the grip.

“say it. say you’re mine. say you’re mine forever.”

“i-im y-yours…” you trembled in fear. he chuckled lowly and bit your neck. he broke the skin, and you screamed a little bit. he licked the blood off.

“LET HER GO!” you heard a familiar voice shout.

his hands left your neck and you fell to the floor. he turned his head quickly.

“d-dont choke her like that…” you saw Anthony take a deep breath and try to be brave for you as Vox got closer.

“and is it really your place to tell me what i can and can’t do to my fiancé?”

“y-your engaged?” Vox nodded.

“Vox, please! he was only trying to make sure i’m safe.”

“you’re always safe with me, my dear.” his tone got harsher with each word. “is this the person you’ve been seeing? because i’ll kill him.”

“Vox! No! don’t you dare kill him. he’s a friend i met on my break!”

“why didn’t you tell me that’s what you meant?” he chuckled. “Vox. CEO of VoxTek.”

Anthony narrowed his eyes, stepping away from him and closer to you. he set his hand on your shoulder, and whispered so only you two could hear.

“listen…Val treats me like that too, so don’t you see where I’m coming from? i know we just met but… i care about friends.”

“thank you, anthony, really. but this is my fiancé, and i know him good. i don’t think he would do that on purpose. and who is this Val anyway? do i have to teach him a lesson?”

“no… i would be punished for it anyway.” he looked at the clock. he tightened the strings of his robe before rushing towards the exit. “sorry toots, i’m running a little bit late.” he rushed out.

you tried to run after him, but Vox held you back. “baby, i’m sorry…”

“let me go!” you screamed.

“babe, just hear me out. i’m very sorry, and you know i would never hurt you on purpose. you can go now, i just wanted you to know that.”

you gave him a quick peck on his lips before chasing after Anthony. you saw him run into a building with a bunch of neon lights.

“don’t EVER.” You saw a man slap Anthony across his face. “be late again!”

“y-yes Valentino.” he hung his head.

“you’re fucking lucky you make me money.” he pushed him and sat in a directors chair. “Action!”

Anthony took a deep breath as four big actors made their way to his bed on the set.

“oh no! robbers! what should i do! perhaps they… want a piece of this?” he untied the strings of his robe and let it fall.

“damn right! we needed a piece of the Angel Dust, so spread those legs, you slut.” one of them said.

he grinned and spread them. his face was shocked when he saw you standing there.

“Y/N?” he called out.

“uhh… my name is robert.” he pointed his finger up, confused.

“nobody gives a shit who you are.” he pushes him off, and tied his robe back on. “Y/N, what are you doing here? if Val sees us, we’re both dead!”

“i’m here to get you out!” you grab his arm and try to sneakily pull him away.

“toots, im under contract-“

“Angel, baby, who’s this? whos this little friend you brought with you?”

Valentino walked over to you, with a big red coat on hanging from his shoulders. it was very modern, which meant he was all about fashion.

“ooh, a woman.” he licked your cheek. “do you need a job?”

“uhh…” you stood there awkwardly. “no i… i already have one.” you nervously laughed.

“she’s just here to say hello. she’s leaving, right now.” you could hear he needed you to leave.

“no, we want to welcome our guest. welcome to my humble sex dungeon!” he took off his hat and tossed it to the side. a giant feather fell off from the hat. “you can see Angel after he’s done working.” he said in a harsh tone.

he stylishly walked back to the chair. “anddd… action!”

“oh my! a couple of big strong daddies are here!” he took off his robe. “maybe they want this?” he spread his legs.

“ohhh yeah baby~” he grinned as they entered his ass. you couldn’t watch. two of them had their dicks in his ass, and one was forcing his dick down his throat. the other was just masturbating, waiting for his turn. it disgusted you, even though Anthony loved sex.

that wasn’t the bad part, it was how Valentino treats Anthony.

“how long does this…go on for?” you asked Valentino.

“mmm, around…two hours. why do you wanna make me money and join in?”

you chuckled nervously. “nah, im good.”

you sat on a chair by Valentino, thinking about Vox again.

“whatcha think about, pretty lady?” he noticed you staring off into space, and he grinned mischievously.

“oh um…my fiancé. Vox.”

“THE Vox Borle? The CEO of VoxTek?” you nodded. “mm, tell him i said hi.” he gave you the same grin, and you stared at his sharp teeth.

after two hours of being traumatized, Anthony’s work was done.

you were laughing with Anthony, about to leave when Valentino called out.

“Angel, you better fucking be back by curfew!”

“Y-yes val…”

you walked out, and you closed the big door behind you.

“curfew? when do you have to be back?”

“four A.M. most days though. umm… are you up for ice cream?”

“i’m always up for ice cream!” you walked to the little ice cream shop, still laughing and joking, just having fun.

“what can i get you guys.” the worker asked, with a stoic expression.

“i’ll have…a vanilla.” Anthony licks his ice cream, and you order a strawberry ice cream. you paid and you walked out.

you sat on a bench, licking your strawberry ice cream.

“today…today was fun with you. thanks, Y/N.”

“your welcome, Anthony. and it was pretty cool to hang out with you too.”

you sat there for a few hours, until Anthony pulled something out of his pocket. he pulled out two bottles of liquor.

“where did you get these?” you unscrewed the top of yours.

“stole ‘em. it was in the shop.”

you couldn’t judge him since you murdered someone before.

“cheers to… living another day?”

“cheers.” you clinked the glass bottles and drank.

you both were pretty tipsy by now.

“i fucking hate Valentino. i cant believe he treats you like that.”

“i do too.” you both stared at the ground.

“what time is it?” he asked, finally breaking the silence.

“i think its around two.”

“oh, okay. i mean, i’d hate to abandon you here, but i have a busy day tomorrow, and i need sleep.”

“no, i understand. i’m getting tired too. thank you, anthony. it really was a pleasure meeting you again. oh, and make sure to call me soon.”

he gave you a thumbs up and made his way back to the studio.

you walked back to your shared home and unlocked the door.

you were pretty drunk now. you walked back to your room and collapsed on the bed. it woke Vox up, and he stared at you with sleepy eyes.

“baby, what are you doing here so late…?” you interrupted his sentence by passionately kissing him. he held the back of your head.

you laid your head on his chest.

“so… this Anthony.”

“he’s a really good friend. and, i’m pretty sure he’s gay, so don’t worry about us.” you had no idea if he was gay, but he was getting fucked by four guys.

“sleep well, my dear.” Vox said before you drifted off.

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it’s not very long, but it’s long for my style. let me know in the comments if you want to be added to the tags list.

[kani-miso]

mini analysis on route 1 ch 3

@hectorthedoggo

alot of words = alot of lore drop

tw : child neglect, child abuse, murder

THIS IS SO GOOD AND AMAZING OMG MY GOODNESS 5K??? ILYSM/P

pst, as per usual

red colored words= important but not about the keyring/jackalope

bolded words=keyring/jackalope information

italic words= reusing from fic

p_1

'Her defensiveness reminded them of Jackalope, when he- wait, what did he do again? He did something bad, but…'

They stopped their thoughts before they could think something they shouldn't think.

(i think jackalope is narcissistic, here's why: narcissistic people tend to be defensive of their own opinion caused by their sense of superiority.) alright, what the hell did he do. es' sense of morality is black and white if its someone close to them (jackalope). if so, then that means jackalope did something pretty bad for es to think of that.

'They stopped their thoughts before they could think something they shouldn't think.' something makes me concerned by the way es just disregarded that memory. they're trying to make a pure and clear image for jackalope due to their closeness. victims of abuse by family members/guardians usually stay silent about their situation fearing they were responsible for the abuse they endured or that speaking up can cause physical harm to their abuser (which some victims dont want to happen).

p_2

“Humans are bad influences, of course. I shouldn’t be here right now.” Es repeated the previous thought that wasn't quite theirs.'

“Humans are bad influences, of course. I shouldn’t be here right now.” they are always teached by jackalope that they shouldn't, no, mustn't interact with any other being that is not jackalope (especially humans), why though? im guessing its a. because jackalope does not want es to find a new guardian to latch on. b. jackalope has a poor relationship with humans (john/mikoto's attack at the tower) or c. some sort of traumatic event that happened to them due to abusive human behavior which causes jackalope to become more defensive and cautious about es' safety (< previously abused theory), but with the way you write jackalope, it's very unlikely to be c., it'll probably be b. imo.

''Es repeated the previous thought that wasn't quite theirs.' aha, there it is. es' thoughts are based off of jackalopes ideals as they do not have free will. this could possibly affect the growth of their mindset and brain with irreversible changes.

p_3

'Everything about that statement was strange. Form their own opinions? That would only lead to disaster, didn’t he know that?

They didn’t remember why that was true, they just… knew.'

'Form their own opinions? That would only lead to disaster' oh!/neg. more proof of them not having any free will. from this sentence, it sounded like they have done a mistake of forming their own opinion which caused something horrible to happen. es is an obedient child so one time punishments could change their whole perception on said subject. no wonder they always follow jackalopes ideals and opinions even if they have no idea if its right or not.

'They didn’t remember why that was true, they just… knew.'' uh huh. for me, it has some parallels with the previous chapters (e.g : ch 2 'Es never really questioned the origin of the keyring, just knew that they should always have it, no matter what.'). when a naive child is told something crucial, it WILL be implanted in their mind.

p_4

'He had been nothing but nice to them, probably just because he was in a good mood right now. But what if they induced a bad mood? Es didn’t know what his bad mood would look like, but-'

'He had been nothing but nice to them-', more parallels?? (route 2 ch 3 These people had been nothing but nice to them, and this is what they traitorously thought.) i know its from a different route, but it still feels so similiar.

'-probably just because he was in a good mood right now.' ouch, the eggshell parenting is parenting/negnegneg. how much more toxic could es' relationship with jackalope??? first, he's a neglectful guardian. second, he is an eggshell parent. third, he socially isolates them. (they cling to him, like he's their savior, yet they're scared of him, like he's a monster.)

'But what if they induced a bad mood? Es didn’t know what his bad mood would look like, but-' omg, the survival instinct is instincting. when children are in unsafe enviroments, they tend to recognize the daily patterns of their predator/abuser, such as: their footsteps (if there are multiple predators), sleep schedule, and their emotions based off of physical appearance. since es only knew shidou for like, less then 2 days, they cant read what his emotions are since they're yet to recognize his patterns.

p_5

It was more of a question. The color was all over their overly formal clothes, so maybe? They preferred the slightly different shade that made up the tie around their waist.

'Hm… Jackalope didn’t give that to them, did he? It didn’t exactly match their uniform, and it was a little off-color. Who gave-

One of the keys around their neck warmed up in recognition of the thought.

They decided that it was time to stop thinking about that topic. They didn’t want to remember it.'

'Hm… Jackalope didn’t give that to them, did he? It didn’t exactly match their uniform, and it was a little off-color. Who gave-' what.. i think i have a theory for this. lets start with

'who gave this to them?' : i suspect it might be from their past abusers

'what's the purpose of it?' : the tie on their waist is tied into a knot. many cultures including japan use knots to symbolize unity. es and their past abuser will always be tied into a knot together because no matter where they go, the abuse stays. it either continues from another person, or the previous scars of abuse never heal (both physically and mentally)

'the tie has 2 ends, what's the meaning?' : the number 2 usually symbolize the duality of two subjects, the ones that are important to note are : yes/no, true/false, and yin/yang. yes/no, true/false are self explanatory, yin/yang on the other hand. 'yin' represents coldness and darkness (< es' uniform overall colorscheme is cold representing yin, mind you this is give by jackalope). and 'yang' represents light and warmth (< es' tie on their waist is a warm color, this is given by their past abusers). i wonder if this is implying that es still cares and resonate warmth from their past abusers and feels coldness and a sense of darkness when getting taken care of by jackalope..(no wonder pain is nostalgic for them) also, in japan, 二 (ni). It represents creation, time (past, present, and future)

'why does the end of their tie look like a teru teru bozu?' : a teru teru bozu is a traditional japanese talisman used to bring good weathers and to stop or prevent rainy days. rain is essential when growing crops, so it symbolizes the growth of a new family (found family and biological). the fact that they are using a teru teru bozu that prevents rain implies that they are being held back in finding a "new family" :(.

'One of the keys around their neck warmed up in recognition of the thought.' woah okay were getting there.. usually the keyring gets warmer because of the mention of jackalope, mind you, the WHOLE keyring. then, when a past abuser is mentioned only one of their keys get warmer. jackalope can be taken as the embodiment of all of the abusers, down to the manipulation, neglect, physical abuse (?), emotional abuse, and domestic abuse.

'They decided that it was time to stop thinking about that topic. They didn’t want to remember it.' this has become the fugue es™ movement omg. i dont remember how many times they did this but its definitely more than 3 times.

p_6

'Their feelings were taken into account; that was new. Es took a second to consider the choice

He patiently waited for them to make a choice, which was another foreign action.'

'Their feelings were taken into account; that was new.' 'He patiently waited for them to make a choice, which was another foreign action.' ARE YOU KIDDING ME IM GONNA CRY IN THE CORNER. more of the 'victim falls to good hands and is confused' type of thing. i guess this implies that jackalope is also very impatient, this idea clashes with the canon autistic es here. people with autism needs others to be patient due to their different mind set and thinking pattern with neurotypicals. its really bad if you force a person with autism to be quicker because that could overstimulate them. (again, im not good with these topics so correct me if anything bothers you)

p_7

'This line of thought was getting dangerous, but Es lingered on it for a bit before trying to shut it down. Jackalope wouldn’t like them thinking like this.

However, their traitorous emotions still supplied a craving for a different life. Some teens about their age passed by, laughing with some ice cream, something Es never remembered tasting.

Would they have been with those teens, in another-

Get back to the tower. Get back to the tower. Get back to the tower. Get back-

A sharp pain shot through their head, and they let out a little whine. Of course this would happen, they thought too much, after all.'

'Jackalope wouldn’t like them thinking like this.' everytime they think of something, they will always prioritize jackalopes feeling first.. even if its something they want, something they crave, something they NEED.

'Would they have been with those teens, in another-' no, no they wouldn't. if they were never taken by jackalope, they'll never escape from the hell hole of abuse (if the theory's true). when they were taken by jackalope, they have no other choice but stay in the tower for eternity. both choices are a lose lose.

'Get back to the tower. Get back to the tower. Get back to the tower. Get back-' the more i read it, the more it doesnt feel like es' thoughts. especially from the previous chapters and other routes, everytime it (e.g. they should always have it, no matter what. 'But, they decided to think about it, idiotically, so their head started throbbing. They let out a little pained yelp.')' they should always have it, no matter what,' that sounds like jackalopes orders, same thing with 'get back to the tower'.

A sharp pain shot through their head, and they let out a little whine. Of course this would happen, they thought too much, after all.' also, im kinda doubting that the reason they feel the sharp pain is because of overthinking, it feels like jackalope is controlling their mind during those moments and when he's done possessing them, they'll feel pain.

p_8

'They didn’t deserve to be forgiven like this. They were having bad thoughts, thoughts that Jackalope wouldn’t like, so Shidou should hate them, too. He assessed their pathetic state, then reassured in a calming voice. “It’s alright.”

How come his expression showed no hints of anger? His voice was nothing but gentle, no annoyance hidden by his concern.

p_9

Guilt clogged up their throat. So, he must not have noticed their bad thoughts. That was the only justification for why he wasn’t mad.'

'They didn’t deserve to be forgiven like this.' oh, abuse victims usually feel a sense of burdening others and feeling guilty about it (omg forgiven and guilty milgram reff/j)

'thoughts that Jackalope wouldn’t like, so Shidou should hate them, too.' due to jackalope being the only living being es knew from the very start of their life (from waking up of the coma-ish state) they thought all adults would act the same just like jackalope. also, just because they had bad thoughts jackalope hated them? wow im gonna burn him 🌹

'How come his expression showed no hints of anger?' dont tell me jackalope also gives them the sarcastic smile treatment. even below his smile, they can feel the anger in him (because of the emotion pattern recognition)

'So, he must not have noticed their bad thoughts. That was the only justification for why he wasn’t mad.' the fact that they only think he didnt get mad was because he didn't feel their aura makes me sick. maybe they've gotten away with their bad thoughts once for them to think this is the only justifiable reason (or not)

'How did he know they were scared that he was mad at them?'

istg shidou is a mind reader you cant convince me otherwise or maybe its just because of es' obvious vulnerable state that makes them look like a pathetic scared child (just like the past)

p_10

'Jackalope usually didn’t cook his meat that much but did cook it some so that it was edible. Es preferred it cooked.

IM SORRY DOES JACKALOPE SOMETIME FEED THEM RAW MEAT??? i swear the neglect gets crazier from chapter to chapter. '-but did cook it some so that it was edible.' key word: some. ARE YOU KIDDING ME, SOME?? he is giving them the bare minimum, the only one essential for living.

p_11

She growled, “I’m sorry, I guess. You showed clear signs of neglect, I had to get you away from that place! But here-”

“There’s no way I’m going back to your cave! I’m staying with these people!”

“These people are dangerous!”

“How? Is it some sort of wild assumption that you made?”

She took a breath, and with a face and voice full of hatred, she said,

“Of course they’re dangerous.

They’re murderers, Es.”'

thank you for reading this, have a reward

WHAT

'You showed clear signs of neglect, I had to get you away from that place!' she was the only one who knew.. im crying

“Of course they’re dangerous. They’re murderers, Es.”' omg ARE YOU KIDDING ME THEY WILL NEVER TRUST A SINGLE HUMAN BEING EVER AGAIN, NOT EVEN KOTOKO.

me(es) when reading this chapter

(did not proof read lol)

[toodleloos]

“do I look different?”

————————- ꧁✩✬✩✬꧂ -————————

A question ive heard from almost everyone ive known. Including myself. They look in a mirror, dreading the way they look. The way they sound. The way they act.

But how could a kid possibly hate how they look?

“I’m too skinny. im too fat. I wish I was brunette. Or maybe blond. I wish I had curls like her, I wish my hair was straighter than a ruler.”

“If I throw myself on a field, waving my abs around. Am I macho? Or cool? Call a gay kid a slur? Maybe it’ll hide my obvious interest in men.”

Highschoolers are fake. The hallways? Filled with drama, and chaos. The moment I turned 13 I knew my life was over. I had to care about being cool, or liking this or liking that or liking her. Sometimes my head hurts because he’s so handsome, and she’s so gorgeous.

“Just don’t be gay. That’s weird.”

I’m weird.

Change your hair. Fix your attitude. Why do you dress like that? Your stupid. Your fat. No, you’re skinny. Oh fuck, now you’re fat and stupid!

But.

Have you eaten lately?

“You look different now.”

“You’re different.”

I know im different. You remind me. They remind me.

I look around at my classmates. Blonde, brunette, black, white, tan. Girls, boys, trans guys and girls.

Why the fuck does it matter if she screwed that guy? Or if he lost his virginity. Why does it matter if that girl wants to be a guy? Or that guy wants to be a girl?

There is so much hate.

We’re only kids. we can’t be kids forever. Don’t you listen to your parents? Enjoy your youth. Don’t cause drama. You say you listen, yet there are still huge numbers in suicide cases for teenagers. And what are the teachers doing? The parents? Adults that are supposed to protect us from this.

Keep us safe.

“I can’t stop crying. I’m so hungry but mom says I’ll be skinny soon.”

Why is it that we revolve everything around weight? Let me give you an example. A mother has twins. They’re healthy. One just.. puts on a little more weight. Instead of helping, do you know what her mother says?

“You’re so fat.”

And it starts. The disorder. Yes, she loses weight. Becomes “popular” with the girls and the jocks and she’s finally happy?

Throwing up your food makes you happy?

You can have so much sex. Drink so much booze. Smoke a shit ton of weed. But let’s face the facts.

we’re just kids and the world is laughing at us.

Don’t you remember? Climbing up on daddy’s lap, laughing, unaware of the cruel ass world. But— even then. We were so mean.

“I know my dad, do you?”

“My mom said your dad cheated on your mom and left. Hah! So funny!”

“My mom and dad said they loved eachother, so why do they fight?”

“My dad hit me last night. He said it was an accident. He smelled funny.”

“My mom looks at me weird after dad left.”

“I don’t see my parents much.”

I don’t think they notice, they shape our lives. They just like to criticize and criticize. And when we break. They yell at us and break us down. Like we’re the ones in the wrong.

“Depression isn’t real.”

“Teenagers are so exhausting.”

“So dramatic.”

“It’s not a big deal.”

To them, we are nothing if we complain. If we feel pain, or cry, or hurt. We’re dramatic because we never went through their struggle. Oh no. It’s not like we’re a whole new generation. No! We’re just dumb kids.

I don’t blame them. Their parents weren’t exactly uh.. stable. So they grow around this hate, pass that hate to us. And they wonder why we hate coming home. Why we HATE hearing,

“oh your just like your dad! You look so much like your mom!”

I spend hours. Changing myself. Taking nice pictures.

hey. I think I like this guy.

I should totally go for it, right?

They date. Everything was bliss. Then a random text.

“Hey, can you send?”

What? Send what?

“Nudes. Duh.”

I’ve never done that. she says.

“Don’t be a fucking baby.”

I’m with family.

“Just go in your bathroom.”

she did it of course. We all want validation. We crave it. Even if it will kill us. I don’t get the appeal.

I don’t get the appeal of being an asshole. Forcing yourself onto people, forcing them to vape or send weird pictures or.. kill themselves. Just don’t be a dick!

Be a kid.

I’m tired of the voices screaming at me, saying I suck. I’m an idiot.

I know!

They call me names, I go home and.. the feeling swallows me up. It’s the same thing over and over again. The same cycle. I’m tired of it! I want to be different! I want to look different.

why can’t I be DIFFERENT?!

I feel panic swallow me whole. The only thing I can hear is my ac wind blowing. Everything else is gone. And im.. okay.

Moral of the story? Be kind.

Oh! One last thing. I just need an opinion.

“Do I look different?”

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[quetzalpapalotl]

can you elaborate on “quote unquote poc artist”? im glad you’re sharing with people that kahlo wasn’t a good person, just got curious about that phrasing

I made that post in a moment of frustration because I saw something about how Frida hated white people and I'm just tired of the way foreigners (and even Mexicans) talk about her. I'm not trying to say Frida was the worst person to ever live or that you can't enjoy her as an artist and relate to her struggles, because there are far more deplorable artists hailed in the canon of art history. But just... you know, she's not a perfect feminist progressive icon and you shouldn't treat her as such if you don't understand the context she hails from. But really this is just more than just her. I will try t explain but keep in mind that I'm trying to summarize very complex matters that I'm not even used to talk about it in English and I'm only just one Mexican.

I feel like the term POC should not be aplied outside of the US. I mean, I'm not a Usamerican, I don't wanna say what terms minorities there should or shouldn't use. But from my perspective, the way gringos talk about this sort of stuff is oddly fixated on skin color and blood percentages which doesn't realli make sense to me and is a poor framework to speak about ethnical and racial issues here.

But people still apply them and that's US-centrism, generally, Usamericans are very bad at recognizing their own US-centrism or that in an international conext they do have privilege, or that being Usamerican is in itself an ethnic identity, but people treat it like it isn't and the US is devoid of culture because they think of US culture as default.

So, English colonizers in what's now the US didn't exactly mix with the Natives. "White people" in the US are descendants from those colonizers or immigrants from other European countries, there was always a clear distinction between them and Native Americans. Spanish colonies worked differently, pure-blood Spaniars were at the top, but eveyone was having children with everyone and that was a part of society to the point they had this whole system to name every combination of whether you come from a mix of Spaniard, Indigenous people, Black slaves or a mix of a mix. So nowadays, most of us have indigenous ancestry. Some have light skin, some have dark skin, colorism is still very much present. Frida's skin was on the lighter side and her dad was a German, is she a POC???

So the fact that most of us do have Indigenous Ancestry makes us feel uh, entitled to prehispanic culture, but really, blood doesn't make us Original People, that's more of an Ethnic matter, because there are still Original People that maintain their culture, or a version of it that has changed over the years since the Colonization. There are many groups with different names and traditions that are supposedly legally protected and are also heavily discriminated against. When someone like Frida dresses with a tehuana, she gets praised for "connecting with her roots", when a Zapoteca woman does it, she's mocked,

Mexicans are children of rape, as Octavio Paz desribed us, which is a complicated baseline to create a cultural idetintity. Our culture is a mix of what was here and what was imposed by the Spaniards, there's the tokenization of prehispanic cultures with a sense of entitlement, the fact that the Mexican identity is in large part a post-revolutionary manufacturation, there is the hatred and idolization of Europeans, the heavy colorism, the classism, the struggles of globalization, the neo-colonialims with the intervention of foreign capitalists, the gentrification due to foreigners coming here, and, of course, the Anglo/US cultural imperialism that erodes the culture inherinted from both the Indigenous and Spanish people.

There is a whole lot going on that I have neither the words or time to unpack, but I hope it makes you understand why it bothers me so much when Usamericans try to apply their frameworks here. I really don't have a point, I just want gringos to understand that they don't understand and that blood doesn't magically make you understand. I don't even know if this makes any sense.

Anyway, uh, please don't dress up as Frida Kahlo and her clothes are a marginalized culture's regular clothes and not a costume. If you wear traditional Mexican clothing make sure you're buying them from proper artisans and try to at least learn what culture they belong to.

[gemwolfz]

ok creepypasta dororo document typed out. i will now copy and paste the current version under the cut ^_^

this document was made for writing thoughts about creepypasta dororo but in terms of setup there's not much deeplore yet. dororo snaps and decides he should get killing 👍

the entire platoon gets taken out one by one to force keroro to feel the crushing loneliness that dororo experiences All The Time (Except For When He's Fine)

also i was thinking different methods of murder based on the character (head injury for kululu because hes a smart guy, through the heart for giroro because Yeah, stomach injury for tamama because hes a gluttonous little beast, throat injury for keroro because hes the leader and uh something something his words)

of course this is like the least efficient way to kill people ever, a slash through the gut would be bad but can be stitched up, im not sure how easy it would be to shoot someone directly through the heart, etc, but we're writing a creepypasta so literally who cares. fire would not turn jeff the killers skin white like that and eyeless jack carefully and surgically stealing your organs is implausible. shut up

most tales of fucked up things happening in cartoons have the "lost episode we found on a dvd in a dumpster with 'FUCKED UP AND EVIL DO NOT WATCH' scrawled on it in sharpie" framing device. i think this may be a required vital element

also im open to title suggestions. plates suggested under the mask when the first creepypasta dororo doodles dropped and while generally it fits it feels vital to me that dororos appearance remain pretty much normal throughout the story and his sonic.exe appearance be thoroughly a fan creation (aside from the fact that its planted because i made him like that.) like how in the original cupcakes story pinkie pie is her normal cheery fluffy self but after "pinkamena as a dark twisted version of pinkie pie" became widespread she started getting drawn as pinkamena. yknow

speaking of cupcakes there's the whole "taking the platoons pins" thing but as opposed to Trophies i think its just a respect thing to him yknow? he's like frankensteins monster in that he's not killing out of ill will towards anybody else in the platoon, the others are a means to an end (keroro death and despair), and they're weighing on him but also like, as much as you act pitiable about it You Very Much Did Kill Those Guys

[betterthanpekej]

Dinner and .. Text from an ex? | NSFW 18+

Summary: Chapter 3 of Pet Store | Chifuyu is at your house doing domestic househusband things, but we know why he's really here. What are you doing on your phone while he cleans? *note: Hi, here we are again. Sorry but this one has bare minimum smut (and really it's not even explicit). You'll be excited for the next chapter, I promise. Thanks again for reading. 

tags: fem!reader, chifuyu x reader, calls you princess, cooking, house cleaning, domestic househusband chifuyu

You stared back at your phone, confused and running through thoughts in your head. Does this mean we have a label now? What if it’s not a label and he’s just playing games with me? You got out of your car and walked to your apartment, feeling your phone give another vibrate as you unlocked your door.

You took your shoes off and set your keys in the bowl that sat on a table near the door; it was the only place you would remember to grab your keys from. Your apartment wasn’t large, but it was big enough for you and your three cats. The floorplan was more open to where the living room, kitchen, and dining area was all technically in one room. Your bedroom was towards the back of the apartment, next to the only bathroom. You had your computer desk in the living room, since this was where you spent most of your freetime.

You greeted each of your cats with pets as you checked your messages from Chifuyu.

[Babe ♥] hey are u allergec to anything

[Y/N] not that i know of

[Babe ♥] ok just wanted to make sure im not going to kill you with nuts or something

[Y/N] nut or nuts

You laughed at your text; you found yourself hilarious. Hopefully, he found you just as entertaining.

You walked to your bedroom to undress out of your work clothes. You wanted to change into something more comfortable, your typical oversized tee and sweatpants combo. The only difference was that this time, you were going to wear a matching set underneath.

Your delicate drawer was full of different pieces - all in different colors, patterns, and materials. You wondered what kind Chifuyu would like the most. Your phone buzzed again in your pocket.

[Babe ♥] haha, very funny ;)

[Y/N] Sorry I had to ;P what is your favorite color

[Babe ♥] oh god, not the 20 questions over text… i dont really have a favorite color though

[Y/N] xD i promise this isnt 20 questions. Hurry up

You sat your phone on your bed so you could get undressed while you waited for Chifuyu to get to your house. Since he said he didn’t have a favorite color, you decided you couldn’t go wrong with a nice black lace set. It was one of the nicer sets in your collection anyway, so you figured it would work fine. Chifuyu was just going to rip it off of you anyway, but at least you’d look hot before that.

You slipped into the set and your lounge clothes and came back to the living room. The apartment was a little too quiet so you decided to play Spotify music on your smart tv. You walked through your place to make sure everything looked presentable for when your company arrived. You weren’t a messy person, but you weren’t the cleanest either.

A light tap on the door made your heart jump. You opened the door to see Chifuyu waiting to be let in, a small bouquet of white daisies in one hand and a bag from the store in the other.

“Flowers?” you said, raising one brow at him. 

“Uh yeah,” he replied as he came inside and took his shoes off at the door. “I am a gentleman of course.” He set the flowers on the table and took the bag of cooking stuff into the kitchen. You went to your closet in the hallway and searched for a vase to put the flowers in.

He started taking things out of the bag when you heard him give a loud gasp and say, “Hiiii, little kitty.” You could hear him making pspspspsp noises to your cat as you grabbed a vase. You giggled at how adorable he sounded interacting with your cats. You brought the vase to the table and set the bouquet of flowers in it. You looked around the apartment and decided the flowers would look best on your computer desk.

As you walked back to the kitchen, you saw two of your cats sitting at Chifuyu’s feet while he made himself at home and found his way through your kitchen cabinets and drawers. “Do you need help with anything?” you asked.

Chifuyu was grabbing a pan from one of the cabinets as he looked at you and gave a small laugh. “No, you’re fine - I am cooking for you.” He set the pan down on the counter and walked over to you. He placed his hand on your face and said, “You worked so hard today, go relax and let me take care of you.”

You stared at his smile, relishing in how beautiful it was. His smile was always so genuine and charming. Just an hour ago this man was edging your orgasm on the counter at work and now he was in your kitchen, cooking you dinner and playing with your cats. Nothing like the duality of man. What a lucky girl you were.

You leaned your head into his hand and rubbed the side of your face on it and made your way over to your couch. Chifuyu continued in your kitchen; he fetched pots and pans and placed them on the stovetop, starting his food prep and cutting vegetables.

You scrolled through your phone and tried to entertain yourself while you waited. After about 30 minutes, the smells coming from the kitchen were absolutely amazing. You could see Chifuyu out of the corner of your eye, placing your plates on the kitchen table and pouring you both something to drink. It sounded like he was singing with the music playing from the TV. You didn’t even know he knew who Chase Atlantic was.

“Dinner is served, beautiful,” Chifuyu called to you. You got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen table, your plates ready and waiting. The food looked so amazing! Chifuyu had grilled chicken to perfection, a light drizzle of some thick yellow sauce glinting in the light. Beside that chicken were roasted potatoes, broccoli, and corn - just as delectable, no doubt. 

“This looks and smells amazing,” you praised as you sat down. “I don’t think I’ve ever had someone make something like this for me before.”

Chifuyu looked up at you confused. “You mean to tell me no one has come over and cooked you dinner? Like ever? What kind of fucking dudes do you talk to?” He chuckled and motioned his fork over your chicken, an encouraging smile upon his face. “The yellow sauce is a Dijon mustard sauce with dill - it’s really good!”

“Sounds good to me,” you said as you started to eat. The food was, in fact, amazing. You were astounded by how well Chifuyu could cook food. It seemed like he was good at everything he did; it all just came so effortlessly for him.

“The guys who have fawned over me lately don’t actually want a relationship, so they don’t do anything to ‘woo’ me.” you continued. “I think the last time I had someone do something genuinely nice for me was like, maybe a year or two ago? I had a boyfriend then and he was pretty nice at first, but then he turned out to be a little crazy in the end.”

“Interesting,” Chifuyu responded. “So you haven’t been in a real relationship for awhile? I’m kinda the same way.” Chifuyu was playing with his food more than he was eating it as he spoke. “The last girl I dated left me and moved away, so I just do what I want now. It’s easier that way.”

“What do you want to do now, then?” you asked, raising a brow at him. “You just cook for all these girls or what?” It wouldn’t be hard to believe that him coming over to cook dinner was just a nice gesture to make sure he could fuck you afterwards. At least he was feeding you first.

Chifuyu laughed at your question and shook his head. “No, no. I only cook for the ones I actually like. And look,” he said motioning to the flowers with both his hands, “I don’t bring people flowers unless they’re for my mom.”

You started to play with your own food now, moving the potatoes and poking pieces of broccoli. “So you think that this is more than just one time?” you asked quietly.

“I told you, you are mine for tonight.” he affirmed. “Whether or not you’ll still be mine tomorrow is going to be up to you.” 

The expression on his face was soft, but serious. You liked hearing him say you were his, maybe this would turn into something more. Who knows?

~

You both finished eating your dinner, talking about whatever came to mind. You told him about all of your cats, giving them all a little introduction so he could know them better. He told you more about Peke J, how he got him and how he and Baji ended up basically owning the same cat. It felt like you two were finally getting to know more about each other. 

After dinner, Chifuyu got up from the table, grabbed both of your dirty dishes and took them to the sink. For once in your life, you had someone who was serving you instead of the other way around. “Ya know, I can get my own dirty dishes and clean them,” you said as you walked towards him at the sink.

Chifuyu laughed and pushed your hair behind your ear. “I know you can, but why would I let my princess get her hands dirty? That’s not very gentlemanly.” 

There it was again: that soft, yet serious expression in his eyes. You smiled as he took his hand away and started to wash the dishes in the sink. You leaned on the counter beside him and watched him as he cleaned. “You’re a lot softer outside of work than you let on,” you said. “Were you really…in a gang?”

Chifuyu snickered at your question. “Yes, I was. I was second in command for a division and fought anyone who tried to get in Baji’s way - but I’m older now. All that’s behind me - I just want to enjoy life in the moment.”

You nodded at his words, taking it all in. So your friends were right, he was in a gang. Despite what they said before, maybe the “he killed a guy” and “he’s a man whore” were untrue, at least you hoped they weren’t. “What do you wanna do once you’re done?” you asked.

“I have a few things in mind,” he said with a grin, a chuckle to his words. “I figured we could watch a movie or something before, ya know, we make our own-”

“Before we do what?” you asked, cutting him off. “I didn’t agree to that.” 

Chifuyu laughed at you. “I’m only kidding… unless you’d be down, then I am all for it.” Those last words were accentuated with a light nibble of his bottom lip. 

You sighed and shook your head as you walked away to the living room. You sat on the couch and listened to the music still playing on the tv, enjoying it as your phone pinged.

One new iMessage from Ryu.

Your heart skipped a beat seeing the notification come through on your lockscreen. Ryu, or Ryusei, was your ex-boyfriend. The one who still texted you, hung out with you, slept at your apartment occasionally. 

[Ryu] Free tonight? I got off work early ;)

You quickly looked towards the kitchen, hoping Chifuyu wasn’t going to see you text your ex. You thought about ignoring it, but knowing Ryu, he would just come over without telling you. He still had a key to your apartment and the last thing you wanted was for Chifuyu to be balls deep in you as Ryu stood in the doorway.

[Y/N] Not tonight, I’m feeling a little sick so maybe another time

[Ryu] Ok, do you want some soup? I can get you some on my way home and drop it off at the door

[Y/N] No that’s ok, I have some here. But thank you ♥

[Ryu] let me know if there’s anything i can do

[Ryu] and i do mean anything ;)

Chifuyu wrapped his arms around you from behind the couch and leaned down towards you. You were so into your phone that you didn’t hear him come into the living room. Feeling his touch, you locked your phone and threw it down on the couch. You just hoped you did it fast enough where he didn’t see the texts.

You did want to be with him, and only him. You told yourself that if Chifuyu decided to officially date you, you would cut your ties with Ryu; doubts still plagued your mind, however. What if he just slept with you for the night and then ghosted you? At least you would still have Ryu, even if he wasn’t your boyfriend anymore.

Chifuyu kissed the top of your head. “Did you find something for us to watch?” he asked.

“There’s just a bunch of weird documentaries and horror movies on right now,” you said with a smile. “I don’t really care for scary movies, but I’ll let you decide.”

“Let me look.” He gently took the remote from your hand, standing in front of the couch as he scrolled through the list. He went back and forth between comedies and horror films; his tastes seemed to be all over the wall. “Fine, I guess we’ll watch this,” he said as he selected the movie Hitch.

“Aha!” you laughed. “This movie is so old - but it’s pretty funny. I don’t mind watching it tonight.” 

You said that, but your mind was already wandering to other places. Chifuyu had just come over, cooked you dinner, and cleaned up the kitchen. Something about seeing him do normal everyday things made your heart flutter; add him calling you a princess whilst doing that, and you felt weak. You wanted him so bad it hurt.

~

The movie had been on for about 20-30 minutes. To you though, it felt like time was moving slower than normal as you anticipated the events to follow. You decided you didn’t want to wait any longer. He was here at your house, the reason already discussed prior to his arrival. You took your chances as you positioned yourself in his lap, facing him.

“Well, hello,” he said quietly. You didn’t say anything to him as you sat there. You ran your hands through his hair, pushing his bangs slightly off his face in the motion. You pulled your hands away and grabbed his, placing them at your hips. “Mmmm,” he hummed, giving your hips a squeeze. He bit his lips as a moan rumbled in his throat, patiently waiting for what you might do next. 

You slowly started to take your tee shirt off, feeling him starting to get hard under you. Chifuyu smiled at your body and pulled it closer to him. He started to give your breasts light kisses as he rubbed your hips and ass. His kisses grew more intense as he started biting at your chest. He roughly grabbed your hair and pulled your head back; a moan of pleasure released from your throat due to the delicious pain. 

“Did you think I didn’t see?” he asked. His eyes felt like they were glaring into your soul. His grip on your hips tightened as he held you on his lap. “I know about Ryusei; I saw the texts.”

You didn’t know what to say, your words caught in your throat. “We.. we aren’t together, he’s just a friend that-”

“A friend?” His voice grew stern. “You’ve been fucking him for years even after you two broke up. I wouldn’t exactly call you friends.” He loosened his grip around your hips and trailed his hands up the side of your waist. “He must be the only good dick you’ve had in awhile.”

“I was going to cut it off with him tomorrow, after tonight,” you started to say.

“No, it’s fine,” Chifuyu said to you, bouncing you ever so slightly on his lap. “I don’t share, so I’ll have to take his title.” 

As soon as the words left his lips, he grabbed your face and locked his lips with yours. You felt his mouth open and you reciprocated his advances. The taste of metal surprised your senses as he kissed you intensely.

“You have a tongue piercing?” you asked as you pulled away from the kiss. “Since when?”

“I’ve had it the whole time,” Chifuyu laughed. “I just can’t have it in at work - but I can show you how nice it is for dessert.”

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

i like how clothing ask anon 2's question and your answer to that confirmed my assumptions based on the first answer. good to know, i'll make a mental note of confirmation for that :D

anyway, while the topic is going, i personally always found the delusion outfit having a white shirt to be really interesting from a design perspective (i guess)? while both the playable and delusion outfits have red accents, for differences playable also has black accents and delusion has white/gold accents I suppose. I love the concept because it's a direct swap- the "surface view", so to speak, flipped on its head. literal black and white. which is kind of what's happening at the time, since, well. no longer being a helpful friend, around that moment, huh. anyway, love the idea of the undertones in his outfit. i noticed awhile back (*cough* as a childe main i kinda see him a lot so i sure would hope i've noticed stuff by now), but his playable outfit has a lot more black than i originally noticed - not a huge amount, but definitely more than i first saw, and placed like shadows, so it stands out less. and it's a transition from grey to black, anyway, so that helps it to blend in too. the fact that it's so easy to miss (assuming im not just unobservant, of course,) is already so fitting from a design point of view imo. lurking in the shadows hiding something sneaky vibe. then delusion having the white undertone thanks to the shirt colour change- it kinda feels like a reminder of what he is and isn't, in terms of character. like, the "white" still isn't entirely gone, but it's been buried in that moment. or that could just be me overthinking details which wouldn't be unusual at all. there's also the "oh his playable outfit has a lot of white- no wait that's actually mostly grey-" like there's just a slight difference between grey and white when it comes to meaning huh,,

... anyway, as you could probably tell by now,,, i could go on a whole rant over childe's character and all the little details which i think are Funky though so uh- yes (and that includes music and how it shows his character too. whoever talks to me about childe and his related music would also inevitably hear my hot take of he doesn't have one, nor two battle themes, no, actually, he has three, and no im not counting the whole osial thing-)

anyway, 👍 hope you're having a good day and didn't mind my half-restrained half-not-restrained thought dump which turned into a bit of a ramble at the end there. despite certainly being related at least at the start i feel like it could still be a bit much out of nowhere lmeo

i didn't mind it at all – in fact, i rather enjoyed it! i've always loved that his playable outfit is at first glance all gray, what with the whole gray morality and all that, and also because as far as i remember he's literally the only one with that color scheme? i think. maybe there's someone i'm forgetting, but i'm pretty sure he's the only one that's decked head-to-toe in gray

i never really clocked in that whole white detail buried under all the black and red, but now that you point it out, it seems so obvious,;; you do learn something new everyday hahah

thank you very much for your thought dump! always appreciated. what's a fandom if we can't discuss stuff like this with eachother, anyway?

[frothingatthemaw]

i see, i respect the maturity in respecting your partner slash best friend's boundaries in that way :). im not the best conversationalist lol but uh.. i guess im the slc punk anon so i can talk a bit about the movie :D

i first saw it a few years ago (maybe three?) when i was super into the punk subculture, going to shows and making my own clothes and everything, and of course i had heard of it since i was into punk, so i decided to watch it. instant classic, i love movies where it feels like an exclusive peek into someone's vibrant and rich life, and all of the interesting people around them.

my favourite characters are sean, mark & heroin bob. sean's just so endearing... his story in the movie fits a lot of the common themes of the stories i tend to like, honestly i'd love a movie just going in on his life. get some more context to the attempted matricide and the homelessness and whatnot. mark's such a strong character, really awesome writing mixed with an awesome performance! he leaves such an impression. he seems like he would be so much fun to hang out with ... i want to be given a tour of all his expensive useless items i love expensive useless items. heroin bob was my #1 favourite before sean was, i think in part because he is so similar to who i was at the time. i was a straight edge punk with issues with mental health and anger and stuff. apart from the straight edge thing, i think we're more similar these days though lol.

id love to hear about your favourite character(s) and why theyre your favourite :D (i think i could guess but ... you know lol)

thank you :] that means a lot nonny!

honestly i wish i had known matthew lillard sooner, or at least have known of his incredible acting and movies. it’s embarrassing to be a fan and known of him from the fnaf movie. like i feel like a matthew lillard fan poser 😭

i agree with everything about what you’ve said with your favs. i’d love a movie on sean! honestly, the gun scene with mark and stevo and bob was terrifying. i understand stevo’s fear in it badly, it always makes me uncomfortable to watch. i see myself in stevo so much through that scene. mark does seem fun though! and, too, i’ve always loved alt culture, at least the fashion aspect. the most i’ve actually looked into deeper things about subculture is the emo one, but it was really fascinating to see a peek of punk stuff!

bob and stevo’s whole relationship does a number on me. i could go on and on about the tragedy for hours. and especially stevo (who is my favorite, you definitely know that lol), who had to find life after bob’s death. the tragedy that is stevo levy makes me feel impossible to explain things. it makes me feel insane. i also think i relate to him a lot, especially how he dealt with things, because of my suspected bpd. i think stevo having the disorder as well explains a lot. his fear of losing bob, his coward ways of not wanting to confront his feelings (maybe because he feels less important or inadequate of having problems because of where he comes from, yk being a rich boy who took prelaw), his burst of anger onto bob about things because he didn’t address them sooner so he just exploded, the attachment to bob even to begin with (definitely his favorite person, which is shown by his breakdown at his dead body and saying he doesn’t have anymore friends depsite having others in his life), having trouble connecting because he feels his emotions are different to others (bpd and having emotions be 0 or 100, the black and white thinking), and adding upon the black and white thinking, how he went from being so wrapped up in punk stuff to hating it. i think it all explains a lot. but this is just scratching the surface! i love stevo so much and he’ll forever have a place in my heart, my special fucked up boy

and! did you hear that in another movie (fat kid rules the world), in some deleted scenes, matthew plays stevo and he’s a high school counselor instead of becoming a lawyer like at the end of slc punk. i have so many thoughts on this and it’s been plaguing my brain for the last few days. the brainworms have taken over

[fighting-these-demons]

Episode 11

AUGH THE WAY THEY SAID HI TOGETHER WAS SO FREAKING CUTE

LMAO Lost in thought!

SHEBDBDJDJEHSJ

He's so Tsun and God it's so funny!

Don't worry Nirei! Suo's (probably) got your back! (Maybe)

DJDJDBDJDJDBDHDHSHSHSHSH

SAKURA!!!!!! You just told Nirei to man up about the stares and you're running away!!!!!!

SUO!!!!!!!!! RHEJDJDBDJDUDHDHDU

Lmao Nirei you poor guy but he really does live sharing info so even though he's shy and scared Suo pushed him to do something he knows that Nirei would love and that the class would likely appreciate about him, which would help him build confidence and make friends while also taking the heat off of Sakura who absolutely can't handle that.

Oh yay!!!! Another Best Boy incoming!!!

Oh lord please tell me that protein shake is at least flavored my guy. Why is it white????? That looks so bad and the level of sound they gave to him drinkingnit that they don't usually give to people drinking is uh....ITS BANANA FLAVORED???????

Zbsjdndndjsjsbsjsjsj

Wow. Just wow.

😃💖

His name is Tsuge???? And Nirei has a bitty crush?????????

Suo was not thrilled about Tsuge either joining the convo or that Nirei clearly likes him or about asking him a question he didn't like before and I can't tell which.

I'm about to hop on a rare pair train right now with how much Nirei is stoked and blushing.

IM ON THE BEST BOY TRAIN BESTIES HES 2ND BEST BOY NIREI'S BEEN KNOCKED OUT

NIREITSUGE NIREITSUGE NIREITSUGE NIREITSUGE NIREITSUGE

HE RESOONDED WELL TO NIREI'S STRANGE STALKER TENDENCIES I CANT

HELP ME IM DROWNING

THEYVE GOT THAT HEIGHT DIFFERENCE TOO

OH MY GOD WHAT IF HE STARTS TRAINING NIREI?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

LMAO Sakura AND Suo being annoyed at how much Nirei likes him!!!!!

Poor Suo!!!!!! 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

He didn't even have a chance outside the fight to really lock in Nirei's admiration.

GOD THEYRE SO CUTE

Shshdbejejeb

NOOOOOOOO HOE VOULD THEY ABANDONNHIM HES SUCH A GOOD GUY!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔

Nirei didn't even get to tell his story!!!!! 😭

NIREI LOVES YOU TSUGE!!!! FORGET THOSE GUYS

Eeeeeeeeeeee !!!!!!!!! Failed group hangout turned NireiTsuge date!!!!! (It won't happen but gosh I wish it would)

Aw dang! 😭 I mean I love that they give in to him when they could shake him off and run off at any time! 💖🥺

BUT DANG I WANTED THAT SOLO HANGOUT 😭💔

Of course Sakura chose the corner and Suo didn't want to sit with him but thay left Nirei sitting with him which was worse. He's so passive aggressive about the food! 😂

Nirei looks so betrayed and horrified in that moment. He's like "Damn that switch came out of nowhere!" But there was no actual switch at all lmao.

Thats Hella Gay and REEKS of Kuw*meshi amd Kuw*hi but I'm already cheering for so Nirei. o7

Literally Tsukura would be like "I'm at the kuw*meshi! I'm at the kuw*hi! I'm at the combination kuw*meshi-kuw*hi!"

Oh wow Date Crasher!

The way Suo and Tsuge look at Nirei when he's geeking out is Everything!

Suo can read everyone like a book and I love it.

Poor Sakura keeps getting pushed further and further into his own personal hell. 😂

FINALLY Some average embarrassment!

TSUGE DUDE WHAT?!?!?!!?!?!

Either the Autism is strong with this one or he has previous beef with Kiryu.

I'm glad Kiryu is being so straightforward with him! He needs it. Ithink possible he may take that as an insult though. 👀

I LOVE THIS ANIME THEY TOOL THE BEST POSSIBLE ROUTE YET AGAIN I LOVE IT HERE!!!!!!!!!

SJDBDJDJDBDJ THEY took the time to clarify that it wasn't about girls but was actually about scaring others needlessly! 😫💖

They've got the shippers' backs!!!!

Tsugiryu has MAJOR appeal ngl.

I LOVE TSUGE SO MUCH AUUUUUGGGGHHHH

SJDBDBDJDJDBDJDJDJDBDJ

Tsuge honey pay attention!

Having Nirei and the girl react together is priceless! 😘👌

LMAO how does scaring people needlessly go against a motto like that?????? I love him so much!

I wish we could see more of Kiryus fighting style.

Aw good for her getting to see them all in cation and hear the motto! Hopefully her and the other girls will feel safer!

AW SUO YOURE SO NICE! You offered him support before he even realized he'd need it! 😂💖

Aaaaaaaawwwwwww!!!!! HOW CUTE OH MY GOD!!!!! IM SO GLAD HE HAS HIS FIRST FRIENDS!!!!!

Lol Go Girl! Put your number in his phone! 🎉👍

Wait that was an ACTUAL manga cap????? And not a silly comic?????

Enomoto is part delinquent and part cat/pigeon/motorcycle.

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrolling those Rs for every word! 😂💖

Suo is so sweet! 💖

He knew that Kiryu and Tsuge would back him without issue.

That means it'll be down to a Kyotaro/Sakura battle! 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

Woooooooo!!!!! Can't wait for next week!!!!

[megsssshie]

Eternity

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Notes: Im excited<3

Start Date: 2/2/23

End????

Part 1

New Beginings

As the light streamed through your curtains, your alarm rang obnoxiously, awaking you from your slumber, you glanced around your room looking over to the  white bag hanging on the door wondering if today was going to be different from the rest. Doing the same thing over and over again, when will you get a chance, a chance to become something. You start getting up slowly not wanting to get up from the bed, looking at your door dreading the uniform you have to wear, not knowing who to be today. Going to school has to be the worst part of the day being held in one place with people who dont know the real you, knowing that they couldn't care less. You sigh as it is time to get ready or you'll be late to class knowing whoever my sensei is would be quite irritated if i arrived late.

Not that it would matter even if it was a new school there's no way they would accept you. Though part of you thinks different, and that this school possible would accept a monster like us. You still have a slight hope that you'll be accepted. You trudge over to the door and pull your uniform out of the bag, It was the traditional uniform most high schools used you tied a (f/c) bow tied in your hair. You sigh ready to face the discrimination, you've face a dozen times. You slip outside into the morning chill wearing a (f/c) jacket. Your parents let you know not to disappoint them. You sigh, like that wasn't gonna happen, you pull out your phone to call a taxi. As you arrive to the school you frown, so much for high expectations, this was like any other basic high school. You sigh as you see a disturbing looking curse, why do you have to go to a normal prepatory instead of a Jujutsu one. 

You see a group of girls heading your way, wow do they look surprised "Hey you wanna come to our party later." You raise your eyes in suspicion, "Lemme guess its a "costume" party." The girls look at you, "Uh no we are like that girl." You sigh and quietly walk away from the girls just to bump into a tall boy with shocking white hair, falling to the floor he looks down, "Oh hello there, you alright?" You sigh, "Yea sorry, ill be going now."  The boy looks at you wetting his lips to say something, "Your not normal are you?" You look at him in absolute shock, "What do you mean by that....?" He chuckles, "Your definitely giving off huge amounts of cursed energy." Your eyes widen in shock, "How do you know that, you dont even go here." The boy sighs, "The names Satoru Gojo and I go to Jujutsu Tech in Tokyo, and i was sent here to fetch you , your not actually registered here your parents asked the school to send someone to fetch you as well as all your belongings." You pull your phone out and call your mom, "Ohayo sweety whats up?" You take a deep breath, "Did you send anybody from Jujutsu Tech to take me there?" You hear a giggle, "Surprise, lemme guess they sent the Gojos clans heir." You look at him, "Yea, now do you want me living in the dorms?" You hear her clap her hands happily, "Yess i already sent the stuff i know you love to decorate your dorm and everything!!!"

You bid her farewell and look up to the boy named Satoru, "Gojo right, well lets get going Tokyo's far away."  He chuckles, "Not so fast little one, you need to send in a uniform request if you want a custom uniform." You sigh and sign the uniform paper and fully describe your desires for your uniform. He chuckles as he reads over, "Open-chested? That's an interesting choice of dress." You sigh, "Lets just get going." He smirks, "We'll be there faster than u think, you might wanna hang on." You roll your eyes, "What do u mean by that Satoru, wait can i call you that?" You look at the idiot, "Why of course i wouldnt mind a cutie like yourself calling me by my name." You give Gojo a well earned punch in the face, "Lets get going shall we?"

 Gojo, holds on and before your able to blink you arrive to some unfamiliar surroundings, and a slight queasy feeling in your stomach. A tall boy with long hair approaches Gojo, "Where'd you get that little cutie from?"  You slightly frown, what is with Jujutsu Sorcerers and calling you cute. By then a young girl with short brown hair walks over, "Geto you're either irritating her on her first day or you scared her with that ugly expression your using." The boy named Geto glares at the girl, "That's so nice of you to say Shoko." The girl named Shoko just smirks, "Hey there cutie pie, ill take you to meet sensei, Thanks Satoru, but shes mine."  You look up at the girl, she has this effortless beauty look about her, although she looks like she needs a nap.

"Whats your name cutie?" You look down shyly, "Its (Name)." She grins, "Well (Name) the name's Shoko, and I'm here to save you from those morons and introduce you to our Sensei."  You giggle at her words, she smiles ruefully, maybe this wasn't gonna be so bad.  "Well here we are, here's my number if you need anything or wanna hang out and go shopping." You accept it gratefully and thank her, you sigh knocking on the door. "Excuse me Sensei I'm the new student Nakamura (Name)." A man opens the door nods while gesturing at me to enter. "Ohayo Sensei." He smiles slightly, "Welcome Miss Nakamura i hope your skills are as amazing as rumored and we are  honored to have you here." You grin at this soft but scary looking man. "Is that all I needed to be here for?" He nods and  opens the door to reveal Shoko and The two boys waiting outside the door. You glare at the two males for obviously eavesdropping.  "For fucks sake you two are sure nosy." Shoko grins as the two boys look dumbfounded.  "How are we nosy. Shoko was here too." You sigh at the two idiots, "Because you guys had your ears pressed against the door like morons."  Shoko started dying laughing, "You boys sure know how to make good impressions, new flash not every girl is swooning for you two."                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             {Time skip 1 year}

You and Shoko are currently waiting at the beach for a planned holiday. Shoko wearing a beautiful two piece olive bathing suit, that marvelously fits her curves and petite body type. Your wearing a  two piece white bathing suit or  a white one piece. As The boys arrived the looked over at you two with inexplicable faces.

JJK Secrets

Shoko really thinks (Name) is adorable and wants to squish her cheeks.

Satoru thinks (Name)'s cheeks look like mochi

Geto kinda likes (Name)'s chaotic behavior

Yaga has a soft spot for you

You have ugly pictures of Geto and Satoru

Shoko and you love going shopping

Satoru wants to steal you from Shoko

© satqrusashiebear — do not steal, plagiarize or repost any of my works. translations + modifications are not permitted.

[evansbby]

hi bby hope you’re well🤍

what’re your thots on idk innocent, naive reader falling and hurting herself, like scraped her knees on gravel and how beefy, daddy ari would help her? would he be like degrading or comforting? or maybe both😏

“oh you dumb baby. don’t worry angel, daddy’s going to clean you up.” and he carries you into his house and looks after you, after he’s patched you all up you’re stuttering and nervous, thank him and go to leave but he catches your arm and cradles you in his lap “i’m not letting you out of my sight from now on little one, cant be hurting yourself if im always around to catch you.” IDK SOMETHING LIKE THAT LOL

Okay so I don’t think you understand just how obsessed I am with this. Like. I’m obsessed with this in an unholy way.

Just imagine beefy older DILF Ari moves to your neighbourhood, and he’s always watching you (he lives across the street). And one day, you’re babysitting your younger brother and playing catch with him when you fall over. Of course, Ari sees the whole thing….

Warnings: daddy Ari, dd/lg, dubcon, dumbification, naive reader

“Whoa, slow down there, honey. Are you okay?”

You gulp when you hear the voice of your hot older neighbour. Ari is looming above you, so tall and beefy and imposing, and you cringe at how much of a fool you look like. Sat on the pavement, your dress slightly torn and a noticeable scrape on your knee.

“S-Sorry, Mr Levinson. Didn’t mean to bother you or make so much noise. I just fell down.” You try not to look at the cut on your knee, feeling your lower lip wobble at the minor pain. You can’t help it — you’ve never been good with pain.

“Poor baby,” Ari coos, big hands rubbing up and down your bare arms, “You need to be more careful when you’re playing, honey. That looks like a nasty little cut you’ve got there.”

You blink up at him. Is it just you or is he speaking to you like you’re a little baby? And why is it that you don’t even find it creepy? Surely you should find it creepy?

“I — uh — I’m okay, Sir.” Suddenly, you feel shy. Up close, Ari is even more rugged and handsome. All the girls on the street have a huge crush on him. You always thought he was much too old and sophisticated for you, however.

“Nonsense. Poor baby, you look like you’re gonna cry.” Before you know what’s happening, Ari’s scooped you up in his arms and is carrying you towards his house. “Don’t worry, sweet baby. Daddy’s gonna take good care of you, get you feeling good again.”

You can’t seem to get any words out of your mouth — why is he taking you inside his house? Why is he speaking to you so condescendingly? Why did he just call himself daddy? Why are you not saying anything???

Ari sets you down on his kitchen counter, rummaging through his drawers before he pulls out a jar of medicine. You cry softly as he applies it to your cut, “H-Hurts!” You whimper.

“I know, baby. But you’re my brave little girl, aren’t you?”

You swallow, trying to ignore the warmth you feel in your chest when he babies you.

“You need to be more careful, honey. Cute, delicate little girl like you playing on the street like that? I won’t allow it next time.”

“Wh-What?”

Ari ignores you, instead holding up two different bandaids. One’s got a Hello Kitty pattern on it and the other has Snow White. You wrinkle your nose — Ari doesn’t have any kids, so why does he have those?

“Pick one, honey.”

It’s almost instinctual when you point to the Hello Kitty bandaid.

Ari patched you up and you’re just about to run off when he grabs you suddenly, pulling you up onto his knee and holding you close with a tight grip, “Honey, it’s not safe out there for little girls like you. You better stay inside with daddy. I’ll take care of you, baby. You’ll be safe with me.”

“But Mr. Levinson —”

“Call me daddy, honey. And don’t worry, I won’t let you out of my sight now, pretty baby. Daddy will keep you safe.”

Ari kisses your temple softly, and you can’t help the warm and tingly feeling you get from his touch, and the older man notices straight away.

“Oh you like it when daddy kisses you, don’t you baby?” Ari’s hand snakes it’s way down between your legs. “Tell me pretty baby, have you ever been kissed down there? It’ll make you feel all tingly and good, and you’ll forget all about the pain. What do you say, baby? Want daddy to help you out some more?”

[dailytatsu]

Hello! I saw request were open so i was wondering if i could request some headcanons of the Archons and/or the Adepti meeting a God reader who is the God of Chaos and destruction. The reader is not a Archon tho and travels all over Teyvat cuz small bits of destruction were ever they go. They're pretty mischievous and somewhat smug but despite how they act they're actually a good person. They dont mean to cause problems(most of the time anyways) chaos follows them were ever they go. Idk if you have a character limit but if you do please tell me so i wont make a mistake again. And if there is you can just do Zhongli and Xiao. Optionally could you make them a dendro user, there not a lot of dendro content and if not thats fine. I understand. Could you make the reader Gn or Non-binary they/them pronouns please? If not male reader is totally fine. Im so sorry for the long post and I hope you have a good day/night!

Ohmy, it’s my first time just writing headcanons! I’m use to write a lot, so let’s hope I did it right (^ ^' )7

Thanks for the request! ✨

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[HC] God of Chaos! Reader and the Archons + Xiao

Characters: Zhongli, Xiao, Venti, Shogun Raiden (Ei).

Gn! Reader

I tried doing it with everyone but I’m no still that confident to try writing with some characters ＿|￣|○

Sorry for any mistakes!

Request are open!

Genshin Masterlist

Second part ->

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VENTI

To be honest, he didn't notice your presence at first. He had other concerns on his mind that day to perceive the chaotic (and slightly threatening) aura that Mondstadt was infected with that day.

Barbatos is a person of habit, so he couldn't help but be curious when the crowd in front of him began to look a little agitated instead of seeming to enjoy his lyre and his songs.

But then a series of domino events appeared in front of his very eyes.

The purity of the chaos was such that he felt overwhelmed, even without the white-haired boy around, if it wasn’t Bennett fault, then how was it possible for everything to be ruined in such a short time?

His patience ended when, out of nowhere, the strings of his lyre jumped close to his face as they snapped. Making that awful noise that couldn’t mean nothing good.

Okay, enough, who is messing around in here? No more joking in his nation!

He concentrated a little, a faint but unique presence kept his nerves on edge, as if he was being watched from afar. He moved away from the busy areas and then chased that ephemeral energy to the highest point of the church, where the bells were ringing in an irregular and stressful way.

Then he found you. Snoozing against one of the columns, somewhat tired because the trip you made to reach Mondstadt.

Surprisingly, Barbatos understood you since the first exchange of words. A god of chaos who was also a free spirit, you followed no rules ever written in Teyvat, and you had no plans to apologize for the mess you made.

Both of you were Zhongli’s worst nightmare, but that’s another story.

He managed to through your arrogance and your teasing nature that you, in fact, were a lonely spirit that liked to witness the life from above of everyone.

The difference between teasing someone accidentally and committing a crime was really visible, but he still couldn't help but feel like he should scold you after your mere presence messed up with the guild's baskets full of fish.

But hey! He also enjoy the company! Venti tried to teach you how to enjoy the calm and the whisper of wind, music can also contain chaos, feelings, old stories waiting to be told again, expressions and desire united, in a wonderful piece of-

As you yawned his lyre broke up again. Making clear the message.

Okay, not even God of Freedom and Wind can control chaos. Anyways, what a tragedy, but there’s nothing a simple bard can do, smh.

“Do you like kids, don’t you?” He said once, after a nice day of hearing him sing before your chaos reached his little concert. Again watching everyone from above on the hands of the statue, with your attention caught by some kids playing tag.

“… I don’t know what do you mean.” Once discovered you had no choice but to remain defensive, pretending to be disinterested.

“Heh, you aren’t a good liar.” It may not be the wisest thing to make fun of someone who could destroy the place where you were resting, but Venti was confident that he knew you well enough to know that you were not so explosive. “You know!, I just have some pieces, but I think it’s because they are little walking concentrations of pure and innocent chaos, am I wrong?”

He wasn’t, no at all. But you would never confess something that embarrassing.

This guy wrote a ballad about the days when Mondstadt got immerse with that strike of bad luck. Kind of an apology of not being able to handle the situation.

Now there’s the rumor that says that, every time somebody sings that song, something unlucky will happen in front of you.

The song is cursed.

One night when the moon was shining on the Cider Lake his well tuned ears distinguished a melody that was broken from time to time by the accidents of his performer, distracting him of his way to look for you.

It could be painful to listen to, but Venti could certainly feel the dedication of the one who was playing the imperfect song.

The ballad of the god of chaos, hummed like a lullaby that instead of making you sleep makes you question the events of the day. Wishing for the slightest thing to be different after an exhaustive week of peace and tranquility.

A lonely spirits cursing their existence, sitting in the highest point of a stranger’s palace, where you can reach the sky by only rising your hand.

The next day, Barbatos invited you to drink some wine, this time near Windrise to avoid accidents in the city.

As he almost dropped the bottle when a lot of slimes were attracted by your presence, he confirmed the theory about that the way to spend time with you would not be his personal definition of hanging out.

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ZHONGLI

Okay, there’s only two scenarios that could happened when you set a foot in Liyue.

Old man has a soft spot for you for being a relative young deity.

Or he’s always lecturing you for not having control of your aura and powers.

How u dare bringing chaos to the nation of order? It’s that a death wish?

Jokes aside, you’re not really a threat. And he could sense that after he saw how you tried to avoid having direct contact with the city. Rex Lapis found your silhouette jumping and crossing through the mountains until reaching the fairest point that allowed you to enjoy the view of the streets that were filled with life and light as the sunsets.

He even noticed how you sighed in frustration when a storm started out of nowhere. A rain dedicated just for the arriving of the God of Chaos. Not even bothering of getting shield, you stayed in your place to look at all the people who were getting back to their places.

The rain seemed to stop over your head, for a second was enough to stop you from being cruelly swamped by the very weather you had created. An elegant umbrella covered you, the long awaited surprise you expected from someone as outdated as Morax.

You looked up, and found his expression calm and attentive, watching you. As if he had made a great discovery that he could not believe

“May I have a moment of your time to keep you company? Letting out your sorrows in the middle of a torrential storm is not what I would recommend as way to spend a good day.”

“… What are you talking about? Get in your own business, old man.”

“Well, you should know that a sorrow shared is a sorrow halved.”

Next time you knew was that he was helping you to dry your hair with a towel once you let him guide you to his place.

Zhongli picked you up like a abandoned cat that day. Even if having you near meant to deal with new the roof leaks.

Also kept you away from Hu Tao, if you two ever get along for being partners in crime he would seal himself underground-

For all the time you spend exploring Liyue, there he was. Like a little kid showing his treasures. But also like a worried father looking after his child for them not to stumble making their first steps.

Look at you! Almost crushing those Treasure Hoarders when a bunch of rocks fell down after you jumped at the edge of the cliff.

Wait, no- come back here! You should verify the surroundings and be aware of the weight of your power if you’re going to explore in that bold way. You, chaotic brat.

Another one who believed fervently that your mood was to blame for the constant chaos you caused. He also tried to show you the wonders of peace and calm, teaching you how to prepare tea while listening to the storyteller (also both being a little far away from the rest of them, just in case).

He couldn’t help but sigh when the teapot arm broke as soon as you tried to serve the tea. What a waste, he thought.

You apologized to him, kind of stressed with yourself after you took all the pieces with your bare hands to run away with them. Leaving a confused Zhongli behind.

Next day you were back, with the teapot repaired and just like new.

He let out a lot of thankful words, some flattering and a lot more cheesy things that you never had received before.

With that unexpected affection you couldn’t help but react flustered; then a cat that was chasing a bird jumped through a lot of decorations and merchandise, almost starting a fire as the chained events kept going.

Yeah,, uh, Zhongli got some useful mental notes about you and your chaos that day.

Hey, before you go, want to make a contract? You won’t regret it!

But as the wandering spirit you were you had no problems in reject his offer, but also promising that you would visit Liyue if he wanted you to.

Of course he wanted! But.. maybe next time you should stay in Huaguang Stone Forest instead of roaming near the city,,

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XIAO

Tried to kill you.

I mean, your aura is threatening and full of a destructive energy, how is possible that you weren’t a demon to eradicate??

Sorry, but he had a point.

Your first met was on your way to reach Huaguang Stone Forest along with Zhongli for introduce you with the Adeptus.

Xiao, in the other side, thought that you were about to attack Morax from behind, so he just struck against you. With his polearm near to go through your chest, just stopped because you felt him before.

Lifting your hand at his direction, summoning chaos, this time, on purpose. The wind gained a wrathful nature and the biggest roots that were hiding under his feet rose to caught him.

And when you were about to hit each other Zhongli’s shield appeared just in time to separate both of you. Preventing a real catastrophic event.

Now stop fighting and introduce to each other.

Nice(n’t) to meet u.

What if you tried to awake Azhdaha to bring chaos and destruction to Liyue? What if you wanted to summoned Osial? What if… ?

Zhongli had to confirm and promise to him that those cruel possibilities won’t be a near future for respecting the real reason of your travel.

No matter if he wasn’t comfortable with your presence, it wasn’t his decision to allow you to roam freely, so he had to get use to it.

He immediately knew after hearing about your nature that was your fault that lately there were a lot more demons and monsters. Even his karma was getting more painful than usual.

(If you ever meet Hu Tao, please think twice before doing Xiao a prank)

You both didn’t interact a lot, and being honest, it was better that way.

He hadn’t a single intention of talking with you again until the day you were practicing the song that your Anemo friend taught you. By the other hand, Xiao noticed that the melody had the same nature as the one he once heard before being consumed by the karma.

It wasn’t a flute, but a worn lyre that was still in one piece after weeks of being repaired again and again.

“That song… ”

“Do you know it?” Xiao just nodded, staying in silence, being your very first audience even if you still have a lot to learn about playing a lyre.

It wasn’t as effective as the original, but was still… nice, kind of nostalgic.

Next morning, the Yaksha called for you. Made you stay still in the middle of a plain and then he disappeared of your sight.

He abandoned y- wait, what’s that? Why those monsters has that weird dark aura?

You were about to defend yourself until Xiao appeared back just in time to defeat them.

That day you became his personal bait for demons and monsters. Naturally you attracted chaos, so anyway you were, there will be also something to fight.

I guess this is your way to pay for all the troubles you made for him and his duty, so no complaining about it.

If you ask for a unexpected experience to Ganyu she would said that once she found both of you fighting along against the catastrophe, looking after each other’s back and almost having a perfect synchrony.

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SHOGUN RAIDEN; EI

Also tried to kill you.

Well, the puppet tried to.

And then Ei tried when you had the opportunity of facing her.

But since killing a god just mean the releasing of a lot, pure, energy she couldn’t afford that risk, much less considering your “speciality”.

Who knows what would happen to Inazuma if your vital energy burst across the nation. Just like that old story about Sal Terrae and their goddess.

She just defeated you. Letting you rest and recovering in the midst of the plane of her reality within her mind. Your inert body in the middle of the battlefield as she kept meditating.

When you woke up she ignored your presence, but also denying your complaints about letting you go out back.

In her words, you were a burden, another enemy of eternity. Something as unpredictable as you and your “accidents” couldn’t get along with her utopia.

Ei could banish you from Inazuma, but she knows your type. Stubborn and not accepting the most simple orders to obey.

She knew that you would found a way to be back.

It’s better like this.

And in the hypothetical case of you being freed when she trapped the traveler (kicking you out) and then having a chance to see her again after the end of the war, then things would be somewhat different.

There’s not that much of civilization on some islands, so she allowed you to explore as much as your heart wanted. But if something serious happen, she promised that would end her work in the middle of the sea so your remains never be found.

Okay, message clear. Just do chaos near monsters and bandits, got it,,

Even if she wanted to spend some time with you and telling you some stories about Inazuma and other gods she couldn’t found the right time to call you at her presence.

As the current ruler of Inazuma she was busier than the rest of Archons you have meet. Maybe just some letters now and then like a way to keep a logbook, but not really a face to face talk.

Until she got the opportunity of a day off, just to found you messing around near some ruins. Trying to solve a puzzle before your speciality strikes in. The structure fell down after your fingertips reached the stone.

When the dust dissipated, you discovered her figure judging you from the other side of the remain ruins.

Give her a good reason for not errase you from the map, I dare u.

You felt the worst was about to come when Ei ordered you to follow her after a long sigh. Crossing her arms and starting to walk away from the bunch of old and worn rock.

Plot Twist, she actually invited you to rest under a tree, asking in her serene voice the reason for your journey and your origin. In such a direct way that it seemed more like a sentence than a talk to get to know each other better.

You answered what you could remember and then the silence stayed like the only way of interaction between you two.

Ohno, you know this pattern. Something’s about to happen-

“There is some strange beauty in the chaos, it may be the calm after the storm, but the catastrophe itself is seen as a necessary evil to appreciate the stillness. How much it would last until the lighting hit the valley?”

“So I arrived to keep order between the humans?”

Well yes, but actually no.

“… You see, if there is nothing but order and a lack of problems, mortals are likely to create them on their own. Their minds feels the need to be tested, to prove their worth, so I guess some of your chaos may be part of the history.”

“… then shall we take a walk in Inazuma?” You did not know if you were right, but you thought you saw a faint smile through his lips in the same way that lightning can be seen in the sky.

“I’ll allow it.” She said.

Her only condition was for you not to approach the huge boxes of fireworks down the street.