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cinnbar-bun · 2 months

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One Piece Characters w/ an S/O who celebrates Ramadan

Characters: Luffy, Sanji, Crocodile, Robin

Rating: SFW

Notes: Muslim!GN!Reader. So yeah, obvy talking about religious beliefs and practices- if those make you uncomfortable please feel free to skip <3

A/n: this is for me and the three other Muslim OP fans here just vibing 😂 cultural notes at the bottom in case you didn't know/just curious about some of the terms here.

Luffy

Absolutely does not get it, I think he has a heart attack hearing the words “no food or water” and does not listen to anything else after.

“WHY CANT WE EAAAAT??? WHAT????”

Blows his mind you would do this… he’s trying his best, poor guy <3

I GOTTA STRESS HE IS TRYING- HE WANTS TO DO THIS WITH YOU

But you know, he’s Luffy, so that means after an hour or two he gives up and just raids the kitchen.

Task failed but you know he’ll always stay up late for iftar and wake up early for suhur.

Sanji

He at first thought you were trying to- god forbid- starve yourself or diet and nearly screamed.

When you explain the reasoning, he’s touched and wants to support you! So that means he’s absolutely doing everything he can to make sure you’re hydrated and getting all the nutrients you can get whenever you can.

He makes you a completely separate dish from the others while you’re working or resting (so your food is fresh and ready when you break your fast!).

Self-indulgent thought he’s so so so on top of things when it comes to your meals in general, he will never put wine or meat in your meals, and he makes to sure clean the area and use separate pans for when he cooks your meals. Absolutely refuses to give you anything that goes against your beliefs (I need him in my life).

Please, he’s buying you dates and getting up with you to make sure you’re drinking plenty of water and eating right. Sleep schedule be damned, he’s not messing around with your health!!!!

Crocodile

Now, he’s one of the few who actually knows what Ramadan is- he’s made Alabasta his “home” for a while and has participated in many celebrations or events to keep up appearances.

He kinda just humors you at first like “yeah, yeah, go be spiritual or whatever” and chuckles at you with that sexy voice of his.

But he sees how dedicated you are, maybe sees you reading or praying and okay… his heart kinda melts. He’s never really believed in such things, not finding it useful for him, but seeing you just kinda makes him curious.

Easily can fast alongside you, he just doesn’t make a big deal of it and insists that it’s simply due to him ‘not feeling hungry’ or ‘finding it boring to eat alone’ (sure, sure you big tsun).

Makes sure your chefs are giving you only the best and freshest foods possible- he’s especially harsh about the food when it comes to Ramadan.

I’m trying so hard not to inject my MENA!Croc addled brain into this piece so so hard I AM TRYING OKAY GUYS

But can you imagine him going to the mosque with you or listening to you discuss or read the Quran and he’s just playing it cool but his eyes are so drawn to you and he wonders if you’re an angel and that he really, really does not deserve someone like you because he’s done so many bad things and wheeeeeeze-

Robin

She’s an elegant and refined woman, one who will 100% want to be involved in your traditions.

She finds your beliefs fascinating and takes it upon herself to join you in your Ramadan.

It took her a bit of getting used to, but after a few days, it quickly grew on her.

Robin likes having tea with you during suhur, alongside a few fresh fruits Sanji had gotten. Light meals are best for her and she prefers to enjoy your company and take it easy before the dawn.

She likes to keep track of the days and times of when you two begin and break your fasts- she’ll make sure to keep note of the Shawwal moon so you two (and the rest of the crew) can celebrate the Eid together!

Since it’s a time of reflection, Robin decides to sit quietly and talk about her feelings and experiences with you. She did have some reservations and guilt that she was too “demonic” to celebrate this with you, but through your encouragement, she felt better and continued it alongside you.

Oh, she loves getting the henna done, too. She makes sure to have lots of flowers on her arms and is in love with the patterns.

Cultural Notes:

Ramadan is the 9th month of the Islamic calendar, which is based on the lunar cycle- hence why you’ll often see debates on when Ramadan starts/ends or why it begins about a week or two earlier than before, since the lunar calendar is shorter than the solar calendar (or Gregorian, the one we normally use).

Muslims fast for a month from dawn until sunset (there are restrictions of course) so no water or food from that time.

Sahur/Suhur/Suhoor: the meal you eat before the dawn comes.

Iftar: the meal you eat to break your fast at sunset.

Shawwal is the 10th month of the Islamic calendar, so Ramadan ends when you see the Shawwal moon that starts a new month.

Eid: the big celebration that marks the end of Ramadan. Usually you go do a special prayer or have a big gathering with your family and enjoy yourselves.

#one piece #one piece x reader #x reader #reader insert #sir crocodile #one piece hcs #crocodile x reader #luffy x reader #monkey d. luffy #nico robin x reader #robin x reader #nico robin #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #muslim reader #op x muslim reader #muslim reader hcs

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ailithnight · 1 year

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*Whoops. Forgot to title and link previous chapters. Fight me, I just woke up.

A King in Arkham

Chapter 3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

"Tim. Tim you have to get me copies of this footage." Tim is not surprised by the request. In fact, the 'Sure' is already on his tongue when he pauses, a thought creeping into his head, seeded by the notification Tim really hopes Jason isn't paying attention to in the bottom corner of the computer.

"One condition."

"Fuck you, I knew you'd want something. What? You want my cookies? Coffee? For Red Hood to go on camera singing praises for Red Robin? I'll fuckin do it. Just send me the god damn clips."

"Nope, nope, and tempting, but no."

"Name your price, Replacement. I'll pay it."

"Swear you aren't going to go rush in and extract the kid until we're done investigating him."

"What!? Fuck that! I told you was pulling him out next chance I get!" Tim lets himself groan in annoyance.

"Look, anyone that could do that-" Tim gestures to the part of the screen where they'd pulled up The Joker's medical reports following the incidents, showing pictures and descriptions of just how thoroughly Daniel had beat his ass 3 weeks in a row, "without getting so much as a scratch or fucking bruise in return, has got something going on. There may well be a reason they sent him to Arkham!"

Jason's eyes narrow at Tim as he all but growls, "No reason is good enough to put-"

"A fifteen year old in Arkham. I fucking know that, Hood. But we still need to know exactly who we're dealing with when we get him out. What his deal is. If his dangerous. What the hell was so wrong with him that someone thought it was a good idea to stick him in there to begin with."

"He could get hurt while we're sitting on our asses trying to satisfy fuckin Bat paranoia!"

"He took down the Joker! Clearly he can take care of himself."

"Then who has been hurting him!?"

"Maybe him fucking self!" Tim knew he was pushing it. The green growing stronger in Jason's eyes was proof. But he needed to buy them some time before Jason made thing exponentially harder by storming the castle. Still, now he needed to calm Jason down before he went into a full rage. So Tim held up his hands placatingly.

"A few days, Jay. Just give us a few more days. I'm already almost through the Arkham reports, and there are only a handful from Chicago and Oracle is probably going to announce any minute now that she got through the communications blackout around his home town. We just need a bit more time to sort out intel so that we actually know how to help him once we get him out."

Finally, after a tense 34 seconds, green fades back into blue and Jason let's out a heavy sigh.

"Fine. But I get to tell the Bat about Daniel's discipline slips. Wanna see his fuckin face when I do."

"Deal." Tim hurriedly puts a comm in as Jason watches with narrowed eyes.

Batman.

Red Robin. Ready to fill me in?

Not yet, you're about to be busy. I isolated a pattern earlier. Exactly 15 minutes before the locks malfunction, there's been a strange power surge. Always written off. But the surge doesn't seem to be coming from the grid. And like I said, exactly 15 minutes later is when the locks malfunction.

Jason huffs as he catches on. Apparently he hadn't thought to question why Tim was so desperate to buy time before.

Robin responds, since he's on stakeout with Bruce. Mostly because Bruce won't let him watch the asylum alone. Much as the kid hates it, the rest of the family agrees. It's only a matter of time before someone in max security manages to take advantage of theses malfunctions. So far Croc is the only one who had, though thankfully he's not one to start shit on his own. But with Joker, Scarecrow, and TwoFace all inside; any one of them, or god forbid all three, could make for a real bad situation.

Tt. So you can tell before a malfunction happens.

Think so. Last power surge was 8 minutes ago.

And you are only telling us now, why Drake?

Codenames.

Cause he spent those 8 convincing me not to go get our kid out yet.

6 minutes. See if you can stop things before they start.

I'm not far out. Want me to join you?

Tt. I doubt we'll need your assistance, Signal. We shall be done before you get here.

No wait. Signal, head in. See if you can get a read on 26B.

You think he might be meta?

Hood?

Jason glares at Tim betrayed.

"I wanted to see his fuckin face."

Tim just waves him off.

"They need to know. You tell them or I do."

Boys

Jason scowls, but relents.

He put the Joker in the infirmary on his 1st, 7th, and 15th days there. All 3 times took no damage himself. Feral child had to be pulled off and still didn't stop struggling till the clown was out of sight.

All 3 assaults followed by panic attacks, though whether about the Joker himself or what Daniel had done to him, we don't know yet.

The comms were silent for a moment.

A 15 year old...

Did what you've never had the balls to old man.

...I've fought the Joker.

Daniel hits first.

Hnn

I will admit, it is impressive that he can take the Joker down alone. Perhaps he will make for a worthy brother after all.

4 minutes.

We're moving in. Thank you Red Robin, Hood.

The fuck are you thanking me for?

For helping. And giving us time to work this out.

ETA 7 minutes out. Be with you shortly.

The advanced warning proved invaluable for Batman and Robin. After alerting the chief of security of their supposed pattern, he had guards already in motion when the doors swung open. Batman took a perch to watch for max security escapees while Robin assisted the guards in keeping inmates corralled. Many didn't even bother to leave their designated areas, having already seen the Bats in the building.

No sign of any max security inmates. Normally, Batman would find this concerning. And while he did file it away to ponder later why no one from max security ever seemed to make it out of that wing, for today he counted the blessing that he would not have to try to keep Robin safe while dealing with someone like the Joker.

Batman tracked motion through the crowds, watching as a black mop of hair moved, seemingly otherwise unnoticed, through the sea of people. He thought to move in to direct the person back towards where people were being herded to, but the small figure merely walked towards the B wing and entered one of the far cells. That gave Bruce a sneaking suspicion of which patient that was. He moved to get a closer look as Signal swooped in.

"Where is he?"

"I believe he just went into his cell. This way." Batman led Signal to the cell he'd seen that tiny person enter. It was indeed 26B and there was indeed a small, too small, frail looking boy lying on the bed there. A red blotch had appeared under his left eye even though Bruce was certain there had been no injury there as the boy had crossed the hall.

Signal froze beside him, breath stuttering. The boy briefly glanced at them through the corner of his eye, mouth twitching into a brief frown. Then his eyes turned back to the ceiling and his face smoothed out. Bruce couldn't help but reach out.

"Hello." The boy said nothing. Signal opened and closed his mouth, seeming to try to say something, but unable to get words out. Batman wondered what he must be seeing. "You seem hurt. Do you need help?" Eyes flickered back to him and away just as quickly.

"Nothing you can help with Mr. Batman." And oh, how Bruce hated the kid's voice. So quiet and so so hollow. Bruce's mind flashed to his children, imagining any them speaking with such emptiness. His heart clenched, wondering what could have happened to this boy to have snuffed the life out of him so young.

Duke found his voice again, just as the doors buzzed and swung shut again.

"What are you?" Bruce frowned, looking at his latest. Who was looking, as Bruce tracked his gaze, not at Daniel but at the space just above him. Daniel himself seemed to take interest all of a sudden, breaking away his upward gaze to roll his head and look at them. Confusion plain on his face, the first hint of life shining dimly in his eyes.

"Signal? Signal, what do you see?" Batman asked. Robin materialized beside them. The daytime hero stepped forward, then back, light sparking and fizzling around his fingertips.

"There's something in there with him."

Daniel looked back up, where Signal still had his gazed trained on something Batman couldn't see. Even Robin seemed confused, though he no doubt trusted Signal's meta sight.

"Don't worry," Daniel murmured, "S'just a ghost. She can't hurt you."

This 'ghost' seemed unhappy either with the teen's words or this turn of events. Daniel's head snapped back to the side again, causing Batman and Signal to wince while Robin watched stoically. 4 red scratches appeared on Daniel's right cheek, as though he had been backhanded by someone with clawlike nails. A light chill brushed through him and Signal tensed, then relaxed, his gaze finally turning from the emptiness above Daniel to the boy himself. Batman took that as a sign that the... entity, was gone.

Daniel did not react to the obvious abuse from an invisible assailant. He mechanically turned his head back, once more dead and glazed eyes returning to the cracks in the ceiling of his cell. "You should go now. The guards will come around soon to make sure I'm still here."

Bruce wanted so badly to say 'Don't worry, we'll get you out of here.' But Batman was more restrained than that. He would get the child out. But he would have a plan first. For now, Bruce placed a hand each on the shoulders of Duke and Damien, guiding them away. Only when they were back outside did Bruce let them go. Only when they were perched on a rooftop half a block away did Batman pause.

"Robin, report."

"No escaped inmates and no sign of any from maximum security."

"Good. Signal, any information on what you saw in there." Duke rubbed at his eyes.

"A ghost, I guess? I don't know. It was weird. She didn't really have an aura. It was more like, an absence of aura. Like she was a black hole, drawing all the light in."

Even behind the domino, Bruce could tell Damien rolled his eyes.

"And what of the patient, Thomas? Was he not the one you were sent to look at?" Batman bit back the reprimand for codenames, more interested in Signal's response. Signal seemed to think for a moment, then shook his head.

"He definitely had a pretty distinct aura. It... felt powerful. But it looked weak. Dim. When the ghost... struck him, it flared up a bit, but died back down almost instantly. I... I get the feeling he was holding it back. Almost like he was afraid of it. Of himself."

"Hnn. Good job Signal. Robin. You two are welcome to head back to the cave. I'll take the rest of this Arkham shift."

At that moment, the comms crackled to life.

Actually B, you may want to come in, also. Arkham should be fine. And I found why they sent the kid there.

#A King in Arkham #DP x DC #my writing #In case ya can't tell #I have no idea what the layout of Arkham is supposed to be #So I'm just kind of imagining a tv stereotypical prison layout #Two story room with double layers cells #Congregating area in the middle #Max security off in its own section #Probably not at all what Arkham is supposed to look like #But I reckon the details can be a bit nebulous for the sake of fanfiction

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abandonedbun · 7 months

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“He wears crocs and will steal your socks!”

Bugbear dating headcanons

Reader’s gender is not specified

Fucking asshole I want to fucking choke him

He can be so annoying but not in a way that can make you angry, he’s mainly just playfully annoying

I’m sorry to say this but your survival rates are lowered if you’re in the garden or forest (thankfully not literally)

He can and will tackle you to the ground, he’ll just lay on you then. If he’s feeling nice he might help you up

You have missing socks because of him. He doesn’t care if they’re smaller than his or smth. He’s stealing them

It’s canon he sleeps in a bear hoodie, so if you somehow feel safe enough to sleep in the same bed as him just know you aren’t getting him all hot and shirtless. You’re getting him in a bear hoodie and ugly pants

Also probs has a bear plushie he cuddles more than you

Might let you wear the bear hoodie but he’ll tease you so much

Probs randomly drags you to sit on his lap (if you’re small enough tbh he wouldn’t mind if you’re taller too) or he randomly lays his head on your lap

If you two ever go to the bathhouse together y’all are either relaxing or he’s being a little shit and splashing you with the water

If you two take a bath together in private (like in the bathtub in your dorm or whatever) he’s making it a bubble bath, maybe with a rubber duck too

He’ll whine if you wanna get out though so just think if it’s really worth it to get in the tub with that bitch

Randomly bites you for some reason?? It lowkey hurts too like damn

Won’t complain if you try biting him though, will in fact tease and mock you because ‘you aren’t biting hard enough’ and will ask bitchy questions like “Oh? Is that the hardest you can bite? Cmon, bite harder~”

Also I’m pretty sure it’s canon he likes kaomojis. So if you’re ever texting him just know you’ll probs see them once in a while

He’s terrifying… yet he likes kaomojis and cute bears? Okay…

Also if you did his route, y’know that scene where he wears a bear apron? If he ever makes you breakfast or lunch just know he’s wearing it still

Will probs make you wear it sometimes or suggest you buy a matching one

Probs will joke about you doing that naked apron thing tbh I wouldn’t be surprised if he wasn’t joking

Ok that’s all I can think of for now. Bugbear fans take this content of your fav red flag

#saint spells love guide #saint spells love guide x reader #sslg #saint spells book love guide #Saint spells love guide Bugbear x Reader #Saint spells Bugbear x Reader #Bugbear x Reader

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wisteria-cherry · 9 months

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forty days and forty nights (day eight!) (part two!)

(i was totally not intending to have chapters with multiple parts but i mean we’ve got a part two so)

(keep in mind that all characters are 21+ :) love u cherry blossoms <33)

(content warning: consumption of alcohol (implied))

(read them all here!)

it was relaxing once you got off your shift. you went shopping, making sure to buy a bottle of wine to bring to mina’s and some essentials you’d been running low on.

however, that evening, you panicked.

kirishima was sweet and all, but dressing “any way you want” wasn’t very specific. it would’ve been nice to have known what he was wearing, you thought, so you’d at least have an idea.

you tried on top after top, bottoms after bottoms, trying to see what went with what and if that top made your shoulders look wider and those bottoms hugged your curves just right.

thankfully, you knew this would happen, so you gave yourself a good two and a half hours to get ready. you eventually settled on a simple outfit, the sort that could be considered casual but also business casual in the event that the party is more formal that expected.

the rest of the getting-ready process went smoothly, and at 7:45 sharp, you hear a knock at your apartment door. you open it with a smile, greeted by an equally smiley kirishima. he seemed to be dressed casual— a t-shirt with a button up that was not buttoned up over it and shorts. and crocs.

to each their own.

“ready to go?” he beamed.

“ready as i’ll ever be.” you hum. “where’s bakugo?”

“waiting in his car.” kirishima replied.

“let’s not keep him waiting, then.” you exhale, taking the bottle of wine and exiting, making sure to shut and lock the door behind you.

“so, there are a couple things you should know about mina.” kirishima began as you walked down the hall of your apartment complex towards the elevator (you were on the fourth floor).

“okay..” you replied slowly. “this could either be going somewhere very good or very bad.” kirishima laughed at this. you smiled at his laughter; kirishima’s happiness was contagious.

“it’s good. mostly.” kirishima grinned. “cuz the thing is, she’s super energetic. she’ll either hype you up or tire you out.” he pauses to press the elevator button and the doors open immediately. the two of you step inside and you press the first floor button. kirishima continues as you descend.

“she also really likes romance. if she thinks you’d make a cute couple with someone, she’ll totally try to set you up. this can be good or bad, though, y’know? cuz on one hand, she’ll set you up with someone you like. on the other hand…”

“…she’ll set you up with someone you don’t like.” you finish gravely.

“..yeah..” kirishima chuckled nervously. “that. but, she’s a whole lotta fun. you won’t regret meeting her. the only person who’s said that was bakugo, and i’m pretty sure even he doesn’t mean it.”

“he says a lot of things he doesn’t seem to mean.” you remark as the elevator doors slide open and the two of you step out.

“you think so?” kirishima didn’t expand on the topic any further as the two of you left the lobby, going outside to find bakugo tapping the wheel of a sleek black car impatiently.

“the hell took you idiots so long?” he glared.

“sorry, man.” kirishima apologized lightly. “we’re ready.” kirishima got into the backseat, so you opted for the front, not wanting to seem rude or leave bakugo alone up there. not that he’d mind. you glance over at him as you sit down. he had almost a grunge look about him— a baggy t-shirt with a long sleeved shirt under it, paired with slacks. he was tapping the steering wheel with his pointer finger impatiently.

“will you put your damn seat belt on?!” he snapped finally. you jumped.

“sorry, i forgot,” you apologize, doing so immediately. you didn’t have a car of your own. you usually either walked or took public transport.

“whatever.” bakugo clicked his tongue, finally beginning to drive.

“oh, man, you’re gonna meet the whole squad tonight,” kirishima grinned. you suddenly understood why kirishima sat in the back and left you the front. it would’ve been so easy to feel left out in the backseat as kirishima and bakugo talked in the front. yet, he took the liberty to make sure you didn’t.

he’s such a sweetheart, you thought with a small smile.

“the whole squad?” you echo curiously.

“yup. mina, denki, sero.” kirishima listed off. “they’ll love you.”

“is that the squad you talked about me with?” you ask.

“yep.” kirishima confirms. “all good things, promise.”

you arrive at the party soon enough. it sort of impressed you that bakugo was such a good driver— sure, he had a little road rage, but he was cautious, too, hardly speeding and making sure to make the right call on yellow lights. you step out of the car, smiling at the boys.

“thanks for the ride.” you nod appreciatively.

“tch, no point thanking me yet.” bakugo rolled his eyes. “i’m taking you home, aren’t i?”

“you are?” you blink.

“what, you plan on walking home?” he demanded.

“oh… i guess not.”

you cradled the bottle of wine anxiously as you walked up to mina’s doorstep, making sure you’re behind the boys because you were kind of (very) nervous about meeting mina and wanted them to go first.

kirishima knocked once, and before his fist touched the door again, it swung open to reveal the person that must have been mina.

“ei! bakugo! my favorite people!” she exclaimed. mina was wearing denim shorts and a skintight shirt, accessorized with necklaces, bracelets, and earrings to match. mina was pretty. she was curvy in all the right places, and built like an athlete. she donned curly pink hair that went every which way but somehow looked like it was done on purpose, with tiny yellow horns peeking out in between curls. her skin was pink, and golden eyes contrasted sharply with black sclera. you were sort of jealous, if you were being honest. she exudes confidence like no other, but, unlike bakugo, hers didn’t translate to arrogance.

mina went on her tiptoes to look over kirishima and bakugo’s shoulders— she was short, probably in the 5’4” range, give or take.

“is this (y/n)?” she gasped. “oh my god, you brought wine? i love you already!” mina squeezed in between the two men (“move it, you dopey giants!”) and looked you up and down, but not on the judgmental way. it was more like she was so excited that she didn’t know where to look first.

“oh my god, you’re adorable!” mina exclaimed. “your hair looks so soft, what do you use?”

“um, shampoo?” you answer dumbly, totally lost in her energy and the way she spoke so fast. mina laughed.

“you’re a national treasure, i swear. i love you already. come in, come in!” mina insisted, leading you inside behind kirishima and bakugo.

there were tons of people, and sort of reminded you of what you thought a frat party would look like if you ever attended one.

“the wine can go right there.” mina pointed, and you set the wine down carefully. “now, i want you to meet the squad, c’mon!” mina took your hand (you sent an uncertain glance to bakugo as though to silently ask ‘is she always like this?’ and bakugo only smiled viciously and flipped you off, which you took as a yes) and lead you to the living room, where a yellow-haired man was animatedly telling a story. another man who was clearly tall, despite being sat down, interjected, correcting yellow hair on a part he must’ve exaggerated.

“it’s for emphasis, hanta, c’mon!” yellow hair protested.

“it’s not for emphasis. you didn’t buy the entire candy aisle, calamari.” hanta, the tall man, replied nonchalantly, leaning back on the couch and crossing one leg over the other.

“calamari?” you blinked, looking to mina questioningly. mina grinned.

“his name’s denki kaminari. we just say calamari. or denki.” mina explained.

“ah.”

“hey, people!” mina suddenly shouted, and you jumped at the high volume in close proximity. “bakugo’s (y/n) is here!”

“bakugo’s?” you repeat as people greet you. only hanta and kaminari came up to you.

“we’ve heard lots about you.” hanta held out his hand. “i’m sero.”

“(y/n).” you shook sero’s hand. goodness, he really was tall. he must’ve be 6’5”, or even more.

“i’m denki kaminari, resident hot guy.” kaminari leaned against sero, trying to be smooth, but sero stepped aside and kaminari fell, at which mina burst out laughing and sero snickered.

“very smooth.” you remark as kaminari scrambled up.

“hey, it usually works,” he protests.

“don’t be fooled, the man’s not single.” mina pointed towards the kitchen at a purple-haired girl. “he’s been dating kyoka since high school. total high school sweethearts. he’s, like, always stuck to her.”

“am not!”

“you’re only here cuz yaomomo asked to talk to her alone!” mina retorted, to which kaminari pouted.

“no fair.” kaminari changed the subject. “hey, are eijiro and kacchan here, then?”

“kacchan? is that bakugo?” you ask.

“that’s bakugo alright.” sero confirmed.

“yeah, they’re here.” mina answered. “bakugo’s probably out on the porch. ei’s over talking with shoji.”

“i’m gonna find him. he said we can test if his hardening conducts electricity.” kaminari wandered off.

“i’m gonna go watch.” sero followed.

“ohhh, i wanna watch too!” mina squealed. she looked to you, concern overcoming her expression. “i can totally stick around though. i don’t wanna leave you if you don’t know anyone, y’know?”

“oh, don’t worry about it.” you smile reassuringly.

“really?” mina perked up, grinning as she pulled out her phone. “okay! gimme your phone. i’ll give you my number and you text me if you need anything, yeah?” you nod, unlocking your phone and giving it to mina. she typed insanely fast, and you had your phone back in seconds.

“okay, byee!” she chirped, bouncing off.

you looked around, immediately regretting your decision. you wished you’d asked mina to stay, but also not, because you didn’t want to come across as clingy. you sigh and make your way to the kitchen, taking a soda (you didn’t want to drink. what if you got drunk and bakugo and kirishima had to deal with you?) and making your way to the front door. you open it, intending to sit on the porch for a bit, but it looked like someone already beat you to it.

“oh, sorry if i’m interrupting-“ you pause. it was bakugo. you’re quiet for a moment before finishing. “…care for some company?” bakugo turned to look back at you. he’s been sitting on the top step, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his thighs.

“you just can’t get enough of me, huh?” bakugo smirked, and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“yeah, yeah.” you laugh. “get off your high horse.” you sit down next to him.

“you wish.” bakugo snorted. “‘s not my fault you’re so damn obsessed with me.”

“obsessed? i didn’t even know who you were when you first came in.”

“then spent your night googling me.” bakugo replied bluntly. your cheeks heated up.

“i felt bad, okay?”

“bad that you didn’t know who i was?” bakugo glanced at you, swishing the soda can he held in one hand absentmindedly. “you should feel bad.”

“do you comfort all your friends like this?”

“you came to the wrong person.” bakugo snorted. “the hell’re you out here for, anyway?” you shrug. you didn’t really want to admit that you were alone in there.

“just wanted some fresh air.” you look over to him. “what’s your excuse?”

“too many goddamn people.” he grunted.

“you don’t seem like the party type.” you remark.

“‘m not. like i said, too many annoying-ass people.” bakugo took a swig of his soda, a diet coke.

“so why’d you come?” you ask curiously. bakugo stared at his drink, swishing it around again.

“none of your business.” he replied. fair enough.

“so.. that’s the squad.” you change the subject.

“they’re annoying as shit.”

“they’re energetic. but they’re sweet.” you smile. “you should bring them by the shop sometime.”

“hell no.” bakugo spat.

“why not?” bakugo glanced over at you and huffed.

“that goddamn coffee shop is the only time i get some fucking peace.” he snapped. you hummed in response, but then fell silent.

“…you met pinky, then.” bakugo spoke after a few moments.

“mina? yeah. she’s fun, i like her.” you smile. bakugo shifted uncomfortably.

“she didn’t… say anything, did she? weird shit.”

“define ‘weird shit.’ because she said she wanted to watch kaminari electrocute kirishima.” you giggle. bakugo scoffed.

“‘course she fuckin’ did.” he rolled his eyes. “i mean weird shit like— goddammit, never mind.”

“oh, are you sure?” you blink, having been curious as to what falls under the category of “weird shit” for bakugo. bakugo took another swig of his drink.

“obviously i’m sure.”

“okay.” you glance back at the door. “well, i’m gonna head inside. wanna come?”

“yeah, sure.” bakugo replied, standing up. you stood up as well, and the two of you went inside.

you both found mina— or, rather, she found you. once she did, you were suddenly exposed to the “weird shit” bakugo had clearly been talking about.

“i saw you two on the porch.” mina wiggled her eyebrows. “do anything interesting?”

“no.” bakugo shut it down immediately.

“aw, come on!” mina whined. the ‘beating around the bush’ act was dropped like a hot potato.

“you guys would be so cute, can’t you just go on one date?!” mina begged. you blinked.

“fuck off, pinky!” bakugo snapped at mina.

“a date.” you echoed.

“yes, a date!! it’d be so cute!” she insisted. “you’d be the perfect couple!”

“we’ve known each other for a week..” you tell her slowly, totally taken aback by the idea that mina thought you’d make a cute couple with bakugo.

“no way in hell i’m going on a date with that loser!” bakugo scowled.

not that you wanted to go on a date with him, but ouch.

“that’s why you go on a date! to get to know them!” mina insisted.

“no!” bakugo raised his voice, but it was hardly noticeable with all the chatter around you.

“killjoy!” mina stuck her tongue out, laughing delightedly at the reaction before scampering off, presumably to coerce more poor souls into dating.

“have you seen mina?” kirishima came up from behind you two, causing you to jump and bakugo to tch.

“just left.” bakugo grunted. “how much longer do i have to fuckin’ be here?” kirishima checked his watch.

“we’ve been here for awhile.” he remarked. “but it’s up to (y/n), if you ask me.”

“oh, i’m ready to go if you guys are.” you say quickly, not wanting to make them stay longer than they want.

“yeah, i had a couple drinks,” kirishima admitted. “i can’t have any more, i’ve got early patrol tomorrow.”

“then let’s go, these extras are annoying as hell.” bakugo scowled, pulling his car keys out of his pocket.

“okay.” you agree. “let me go say bye to mina.” you weave through the crowd, looking around before spotting the familiar pink curls and making your way to her.

“mina!” you call. she turned around and smiled.

“hey!”

“bakugo and kirishima and i are leaving now.” you smile. “thank you for hosting.”

“aww, no problem!” she beamed, hugging you tightly. “thanks for the wine!”

“of course.” you hug back. mina’s smile takes on a sly look to it as she pulls away.

“you know, i know you’ve only know each other for a week, but think about it. i know he’s rough around the edges, but you’ve gotta look closer.” mina set her hands on your shoulders and turned you towards bakugo, who was scanning the crowd.

“don’t you see it? he’s pretty.” she said. you tilted your head, hoping the perspective change would help in your eye for beauty.

“he is,” you admit. soft-looking hair, beautiful eyes, a sharp jawline. tall, well-built, clear skin. broad shoulders and big hands.

“and he’s got a heart of gold.” mina insisted. “way, way deep down.”

“if you say you.” you raise an eyebrow. “but, mina, i don’t like him that way.”

“if you insist.” mina sighs dramatically. “i just wish he’d get someone, y’know? i mean, obviously not everyone needs a someone, but i think a someone would be nice for him.”

“i guess i get what you mean.” you hum, your eyes still trained on bakugo. his eyes meet yours and you look away.

“well, i’d best get going. i don’t wanna keep him waiting.” you smile. mina nodded. as you walk away, mina called out to you.

“hey!” you turn back around at the sound of her voice.

“what?”

“let’s hang out sometime!”

“deal.”

“that goddamn coffee shop is the only time i get some fucking peace.”

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dekuscheripop · 9 months

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HOW TO STEAL A MAN part 1

Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Toga Himiko/Uraraka Ochako, Kaminari Denki/Kirishima Eijirou

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Comedy, Romantic, Comedy, Drama, Slapstick, Single Parent Bakugou Katsuki, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Stealing of body fluids, Out of Character, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Not Mpreg but with child, there is no cheating.

Single father Katsuki.

His son is 5 and a rascal that thinks he should have a lover because "Dada looks lonely."

His son ran off one day at the mall and after a panicked search the boy came back dragging someone in his tiny hands.

"Dada this one! This one, I found you a love love."

Katsuki sees shining emerald eyes and dusting of cocoa on cheeks

Katsuki sees Deku and wants to faint.

Deku was his first love, a love since kindergarten that never came to be. Especially since Deku migrated to America after they graduated college.

So back then Katsuki took whatever he could since he couldn't have Deku's love.

His sperm.

Katsuki had so secretly stolen sperm from Deku and brought it to a surrogate to have Deku's child.

Now here was Deku back after 5 years.

He was fucked for three good reasons, so so fucked because,

1 - his child looked so happy holding Deku's hand.

2 - Seeing Deku again after a long time made him realize he was still so in love with the damn nerd.

3 - Deku is already married.

He was standing behind the ice cream booth that had 201 flavors while in his hand was the god forsaken flavor of spicy chocolate mint cream that his son loves so much. The stuffed rabbit backpack that was too small and too tight over his shoulder looked so out of place along with the ice cream on him. There were the toilet papers on his other hand too.

To be fair Katsuki did not look his best today. It's supposed to be just a trip to the mall to buy toilet paper and some ice cream as per his son's request. Just an ordinary day, supposed to be an ordinary day.

So he wore his comfortable off white t-shirt that was already baconed on the collar and sleeves and his faded khaki cargo shorts, and the finale was the gift from Kirishima, red crocs shoes on his sock feet.

In short he looked like a disaster. At least his son looked cute in his black shirt under an orange overall.

Of all the days that he isn't in his suit and tie and leather shoes it had to be the day his son dragged his wet dream back into his life.

Deku. fucking Midoriya Izuku is hand in hand with his son. Fucking Midoriya Izuku at 5’11, in a tight black turtle neck long sleeve shirt and equally tight denim jeans. His wavy green hair in an undercut.

If Katsuki thought of him as a wet dream back in college then today it's a raging flood of a fantasy!

But his libido wasn't the main problem as of now. It's the fact that his son is with his biological dad! The one who Katsuki stole his sperm from!

Plus he looks like shit infront of his long time crush for fucks sake!

Katsuki is sweating buckets.

“Dada, I found you a love love!” His son, Kiyoshi, repeated, large red eyes shining and his freckled cheeks in a light blush on how happy he is.

“Love love? Well, aren't you cute for a kidnapper?”

Katsuki's knees buckled at the sweet yet deep voice, like smooth honey whiskey going down his throat and going right down his whole body. It's been so long since he heard that voice. Why the fuck is he salivating?

“You shouldn't be giving your dada any problems, little guy.” Deku kneels in front of Kiyoshi, patting his head with his big scarred hands.

Deku hasn't seen him yet.

Maybe if he grabs his son and runs like mad he can save himself.

“Let's go say sorry to your dad now.” Deku stood up and faced him and those emerald eyes grew wide.

It was too late.

“Kacchan?”

Deku saw him in all his ugly glory.

Fuck. Great tutuly dudally fuck.

“Deku.” The name slips out of his mouth easily.

“Hi. It's been so long.” Still holding Kiyohi's hand, Deku walks towards him, it was a picture scene. Green wavy hair with blonde wavy hair, green doe eyes with red doe eyes and the same flock of freckles on fair skin, hand and hand walking towards him.

It was overwhelming.

Deku was in front of him now, Katsuki felt giddy. He likes to deny the fact that he is thrilled that he was still taller than Deku by half a head.

“How have you been?” He asked, looking up at Katsuki with the happiest smile.

“I'm good.” He could only reply courtly, scared that he might blurt out something wrong. He hopes his expression was giving him away.

“Yeah I can see that.” Deku says, still not removing eye contact.

Katsuki winces at his comment. What part of him looked good damn it. If anyone looks good here it's Deku and damn does he look way too fine.

Their eyes are stuck on each other, drawn in as if they were the only ones in the world.

Time seemed to have stopped as he stared into those deep pools of liquid emerald eyes.

“Dada?”

The small voice cut them off whatever trance they had.

Deku looks down at the small hand tugging at him. Katsuki could have sworn there was a flicker in his eyes. On edge and muscles tense, Katsuki becomes nervous. Did Deku notice? Did he figure it out?

“So this is your son?” Deku asked, bending down and lifting up the small child into his arms. Katsuki felt his heart constrict painfully just looking at them. There was something growing inside, something heavy and bitter, guilt.

“Yeah! I’m Dada’s but with no Mama! So Dada is lonely, so mister needs to be with dada so he won't be lonely!” Kiyoshi lifts his hands up in declaration in a loud voice.

“Oi brat!” Katsuki reprimanded his son, his face was burning red from embarrassment.

He takes him from Deku’s arms and scolds him but the small child just huffed.

“But it's true. Dada is lonely.”

“Where did you learn to talk back?”

The two bickered back and forth like both were like small children.

There was a melodious sound of laughter coming just beside him. Deku was laughing hard, almost hunched over holding his stomach.

“He’s definitely your son Kacchan. He’s just like you.” Straightening himself up and wiping the tears from laughter from his eyes;

Deku pats Kiyoshi’s fluffy head. Kiyoshi preens at the attention.

The weird flicker in Deku's eyes was gone, he seems to be more happy after all that laughter.

“Mister mister I like you! I think Dada will like you too so you need to-mmph.” Katsuki stops his sons from talking,

muffling his mouth gently as he could but god damn it why is his child such a loud mouth?

"Ok." He says with a drawn out voice. "It was nice seeing yah but we gotta go. This guy needs to poop. So bye." Katsuki hurriedly turns around, not caring for Kiyoshi's muffled protest

and not even looking at Deku's eyes as he tries to speed walk away from his biggest problem.

"Kacchan wait!"

Katsuki does not. He walks faster.

It should be fine. Deku would probably go back to the US soon and they won't meet up every again.

It hurts to think about it but it would be a disaster if he stayed.

"I've transferred back here for work. So I hope I'll be seeing you often, Kacchan!"

Oh fuck. Great tutuly dudally fuck.

She just wanted to enjoy her fresh hot Takoyaki. Delicious Takoyaki. Just what she wanted and just what she craved. It was the last piece.

Picking it up with her chopsticks towards her awaiting mouth. A perfect treat.

Her door flew open with a bang.

"Ochako!"

"Ahhhhh!"

Bang went to the door and bang went over her nerves from too much coffee this morning. Up her Tokoyaki went to the ceiling and stayed there like a half disco ball of carbs and octopus meat.

The two people stare at the new decor impassively then stare at each other.

"You owe me."

"Whatever! I have a bigger problem!"

What could be more of a bigger problem than her food!

"You owe me an order of Takoyaki!"

"Alright alright! I'll buy you one later. Just listen to me!"

"No later. Now!" She was really pissed. That was her last ball with the biggest piece of octopus and the most sauce!

"Oh my god, fine. It's just at the corner anyway. Just listen, yah."

They walked out of her house. Ochaco was still angry and puffed her cheeks.

She really wanted that last price but instantly felt better at the prospect of a new batch.

"So what's this all about barging into my place?" He asked as they were about to make a turn at a corner.

There was a deep exhale and that's when Ochaco knew this wasn't just something trivial.

"He's back."

"Huh?"

"Deku's back!" Her best friend Bakugou Katsuki almost screamed.

Stopped, frozen and wide eyed.

"No."

"Yes."

"Oh my god. You are fucked! And I don't mean it in the oohh ahhhh kind!"

"Shut up!"

Ohhh but how could she shut up? Katsuki was having a life crisis while Ochako… Ochaco was having the time of her life!

"I told you this was gonna bite you back in the ass!"

She had long warned him way back after Katsuki suddenly barged into her home with an ice box and eyes crazy wide.

///"I stole his sperm!"///

Damn if that didn't traumatize her. Thank heavens she vehemently refused to be the surrogate mom for his craziness.

The surrogate was someone abroad that this crazy ass rich bastard paid millions on.

But don't get her wrong, she loves Kiyoshi with all her heart but damn if she hadn't been waiting for this moment to arrive.

"I told you so."

Oh how it felt good to finally say those words. She is having a blast.

"Shut up. I thought this was never going to happen!"

Ochaco beckoned Katsuki to start walking again. He still owes Takoyaki after a.

"Pfft. Now what are you going to do? He's married already isn't he?"

"That's what I heard. Ochako I-"

"Kacchan."

Kacchan?

Ochaco sees Katsuki turn deathly pale then to a light pink, pink, darker pink to a deep blush.

She looked straight ahead and just before the Takoyaki booth was a man so fine she wanted to sing a damn gravy tik tok song out loud.

Wait, did Katsuki just say Deku?

Her round eyes were about to bulge out of their sockets. This guy was Midoriya Izuku a.k.a. Deku.

No wonder he stole sperm from this guy! He's hot as fuck. Ochaco would too if she wasn't a full out lesbian.

"You're here for Takoyaki too? The booth is still here after all these years huh. Just like back in highschool we used to eat here often."

The Deku guy passed by Ochaco and went straight for Katsuki. It was like he didn't see him at all.

"Deku." Was all Katsuki said. Ochaco stared hard at the wobbly expression her best friend had. She wished she could take a photo but she left her phone at home. Damn.

"I didn't get to ask earlier but I was wondering if you would have dinner with me this Friday? Just to catch up on everything."

She saw how Katsuki's normal mean eyes were wide like saucers.

"You can bring Kiyoshi with you. He is so adorable."

How his brows shut up and how the normal loud and rude Katsuki was silent with his long term crush being so near. It was a disaster.

Ochaco was living for it. Her smile was so self satisfied.

"Can we Kacchan? For old times sake?"

Katsuki was about to faint. Deku grabbed his hands with his own.

"Please." And gave him the puppy dog eyes.

He was doomed.

He nodded.

He was so fucking doomed.

"Thank you Kacchan." Deku still hasn't let go of Katsuki's hand, instead he gave him a brightest purest smile.

Ochaco and Katsuki were blinded. Damn gravy so clean and delicious! Oh but this one does have a missus. Too bad.

Ochaco will just have to appreciate the disaster truck of her best friend as it is.

"Oh you have someone with you."

Deku finally notices her and all she could do was smile even though she was completely ignored just earlier.

"I'm Midoriya Izuku and you are?" Deku raised his hand to shake in introduction.

"Ah I am-"

"She's Uraraka Ochaco!"

Ochaco had pulled away and was now in front of Katsuki as he had grabbed her arms. Showing her off to Deku like some kind of livestock.

"She's Kiyoshi's mom! So she has to come with us to dinner with Kiyoshi!"

The Takoyaki vendor dropped a ball on the pavement. So did Ochako's jaw.

She was frozen but slowly her head turned behind Katsuki, her soon to be ex best friend

The guy just mouthed sorry at her.

"Oh. I see."

She turns back to the sound of Deku and froze up like a rock during winter.

His bright green eyes have turned dark all the while looking at her. What is that?!

Oh great tutuly dudally fuck.

She is going to kill Katsuki.

TBC.

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ch. lviii - association gathering

wooyoung × reader, ??? × reader

in a school filled with the affluent, it would only make sense for birds of a feather to flock. but what if your new status doesn't immediately buy you a way into said flock? what if instead, it bought you sure rejection? to the rich and powerful, having different masks is a must. despite some people knowing your true self and your secrets

The hotel was very luxurious. You stared at the hotel ballroom entrance where the Business Association Gathering was being held and you could feel your palms getting sweaty. Though the door was merely ten feet away, it felt as if you needed to journey out there to enter the room.

"(y/n),"

You turned your head to the side to see Kai popping on your side, a worried look on his face. He was wearing a very fancy maroon Valentino jacket and slacks combo with a black mesh top inside, hair slicked back completed with what you can only assume is genuine crocodile leather Armani shoes. Poor croc.

Trying to shake your nerves, you shook your head and offered him a tight-lipped smile, "I'm okay Kai, don't worry," you assured. Beomgyu popped up from behind him with an arm around the younger's shoulder, "This is a foolproof plan, alright? Worst thing that could happen is us getting kicked out quietly," he grinned. Despite wearing a Brunello Cucinelli suit with an unbuttoned shirt inside, he still looked very boyish. One can only assume it's the grin he sported.

Soobin, Yeonjun, and Taehyun soon emerged, having just dropped their cars with the valet. Just from the way they were standing idly, they stood out amongst the already rich crowd. Donning Yves Saint Laurent, Tom Ford, and Stefano Ricci, their looks are comparable to runway models. Not to mention their towering heights which made you feel even smaller than you already were next to them. Both physically and mentally. It didn't help that the whole time Yeonjun dressed you, he kept spewing old money brand. In all honesty, you can only remember a few and that's one of the reasons Yeonjun put you in Chanel instead.

"We should just get this over with," you grumbled. To the unassuming, you might seem like you're just tired of attending fancy business gatherings but you knew damn well that the nerves were getting to you. You let your pettiness get over your head, feeling like you need to prove something to the people around you (namely your brother Mingyu and maybe Wooyoung) or something.

Yeonjun stepped in front of you, blocking you from entering. "Look, we can call this off if you really don't wanna go, it's completely fine. We could just go to an arcade or something," he stated. You raised an eyebrow at him and motioned to all of you, "Dressed like this?" you scoffed, thinking that he was kidding. But he shrugged at you, "Wouldn't be the first time and definitely not the last," he smirked.

Soobin walked to your side to gently rest an arm on your shoulder, catching your attention, "Point is, whatever you decide to do, we're gonna be here with you, okay? We got your back always," he smiled reassuringly. "Unless when we're peeing," Beomgyu blurted out, causing the others to groan at the broken sincerity of the moment. Though it made you laugh as he kept it lighthearted, so you were glad he said it.

Feeling determined, you nodded firmly, "Okay, yeah you guys are right, I just- I need to do this and I'm gonna fucking do it."

You tucked your hands on the arms of Soobin and Kai who offered them to you before walking with your gaze zeroing in on the door.

The pressure of wanting this plan to succeed was there. But oddly enough, you felt nothing but excitement. Usually, before doing anything big (or anything at all), you'd feel this pit in your stomach, a sinking feeling that turns you into nothing but a ball of anxiety. Sure, you've trained yourself enough to power through, mind over body type of thing. But this time, right then and there, you felt confident. Sure, it was nerve-wrecking and the idea of you getting kicked out or even get your ass handed back to you by your parents with an audience watching was more than scary. When you involuntarily squeezed Kai and Soobin's arms out of nervousness, they responded by putting their hands over you and tapped it twice as a sign of comfort. That was when you realized that you didn't turn into a ball of anxiety because this time, you were damn sure that you have people to support you.

So when Beomgyu and Taehyun opened the door to the ballroom that caused people to look at the six of you, you were confident enough to simply smile at them.

You had expected your arrival to be like the movies. People staring in awe, parting as you and your friends make a straight line to your parents. But it didn't happen like that. Sure, people were staring and whispering, but it wasn't anything dramatic.

As you made your way to your parents, you failed to notice a pair of eyes that followed along your form.

Wooyoung couldn't help but stare at how regal you looked. In all the years he knew you, he had never seen you look so out of reach. He admired how your outfit seemed to compliment your curves and it seemed like it was giving you confidence. Whether the outfit boosted your confidence or your attitude elevated your outfit, he couldn't really tell. But one thing's for sure, it made his heart ache.

His eyes soon travelled to your five companions. Of course, someone as attention-stealing as you would be escorted by people who look like they just stepped off Paris Fashion Week. The sight made his grip on the glass he was holding deadly. His mouth felt dry and as much as he wanted to run over and push them all off of you, he couldn't.

"Is that (y/n)?" Seonghwa asked after he blinked rapidly to make sure that his eyes weren't messing with him. Or that his eyes were messed up. Yunho turned from watching the other side of the room after hearing what Seonghwa said. "(y/n)?? (y/n)'s here??" he frantically looked around until his eyes saw you. You looked very different in the best way he could ever mean to say. But his soft gaze turned to glare when he saw Soobin next to you, grinning happily as Huening Kai said something to you that made you look down at your feet. You could've been holding in laughter but Yunho's bitter mind convinced himself that you were ashamed to be seen with those boys. Before he could realize what he was doing, Yunho had fished his phone out to take a picture of you while Seonghwa and Wooyoung were busy staring at you.

"What the fuck is she doing with those five?" Seonghwa scoffed, "Has her standards really dropped that low?" Although it was a rhetorical question, Wooyoung blurted out an answer before he could stop himself. "Her standards were always THAT low, why did you think no one liked her and we had to take pity on her?" Wooyoung said bitterly. Seonghwa completely skipped over the fact that Wooyoung was being bitter and laughed at what his friend said.

Meanwhile, after managing to hold your laughter in after Kai pointed out that one specific man looked like an Asian version of Mr. Dursley, you stopped in front of your parents who despite the surprise, managed to keep their composure.

"Mom, Dad," you greeted with the sweetest smile you could muster, "I hope I'm not too late." Your dad smiled at you and shook his head, "Not at all, dear. I had hoped that you would arrive before my speech," he said, completely following your act.

The person your dad was talking with interrupted, "Mr. Kim, is this your daughter?" he asked, looking between you and your parents. "Yes, yes, she is my youngest," your dad introduced. You reached your right hand from around Kai's arm and held it out for the man, "Nice to meet you Mr. Uhm. My name is (y/n) and these are my friends, I'd have to say I'm a big fan," you confidently said. The man's eyes widened and he hesitantly shook your hand, "I'm sorry dear, have we been introduced before?" he asked, unsure. You shook your head as you let your hands free and cross them in front of your body, "No, sir, I can assure you we haven't. This is actually my first time attending such events as previously, I was too busy with school work. But I am fully aware of your work revolutionizing industries with Solar Panel Plant and I must say, people don't talk about its significant just enough." Hearing you, the man's expression lifted as he became as your parents stared at you in utter shock. Taehyun and Beomgyu looked at each other in complete shock as well as they weren't completely aware of your prowess.

"My, my, you know your stuff, young lady," the man chuckled. "Oh no, sir, please, you're too kind. I'm an International Business student at Prestige Academy along with my friend Kai here and we are simply used to talking about current events," "I see... Are you all International Business majors?" he asked, very intrigued with the six of you. "No, only Kai and I. Soobin here is a Science major, Yeonjun is in Fashion Business, Beomgyu is in music, and Taehyun here is in opera," you explained, pointing to each of your friends who bowed slightly at the mention of their names. "Oh, dear, you must come speak with some of my colleagues here, we can use the opinions of young minds like you. Mind you, these gatherings, while they're very extravagant and exclusive, should've allowed us to be more interactive with the next generation. Mr. Kim, you don't mind me borrowing your daughter and her friends, would you?" he asked your dad. Of course, your dad shook his head and smiled at the man, letting you and your friends go with him.

As the man excitedly talked about his interest in expanding to biochemicals and Soobin told him about his mom's work, you all followed along to wherever it was he was taking you six. Yeonjun slipped to your side to take your hand in his. He lightly squeezed it with a proud smirk on his face, "I knew you could do it," he said smugly. You furrowed your eyebrows at him in confusion, "What are you talking about? We still have a long night," and he shook his head at that, "I'm not talking about attending this event entirely. I was talking about you taking charge and being confident. I knew you had it in you, you just need the right push," he said. You nudged him slightly in a teasing manner, "Are you trying to take credit for my success?" You asked jokingly. Yeonjun rolled his eyes and chuckled, "Hey, Kai started this wanting to become your friend and supporting you thing, you have him to thank. I just like pushing people and see if they fall," he snarked. You elbowed him lightly in the rib but it didn't hurt him whatsoever judging from the way his chest rumbled with laughter.

The night went smoothly. You and your friends managed to mingle with a lot of people who seemed to catch wind of the youngsters who are fun to have business talks with. Your initial worry of failing your plan was immediately forgotten once you got comfortable. Sure, you were in your element, talking about interesting things with interesting people. But the presence of familiar people next to you, which are your friends, allowed you to unlock your confident side.

You were so caught up in socializing that you became completely unaware of the gaze that Wooyoung had been giving you the whole night. For the first time ever, Wooyoung felt inferior in your presence. What made things worse are you were nowhere near him and you still managed to affect him so much. Scratch that, the worst thing is seeing you looking so happy in a place you claimed you never want to find yourself in with the people he hates most that seemed to be able to bring out the best side of you.

It hurt him to admit.

But he could've been that person.

He should've been that person.

In reality however, he was never that person despite the many opportunities. He had always kept your best side to himself.

His selfishness took its victim.

And sadly, it was himself.

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yae-energy · 9 months

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sneakerhead

synopsis: yuji itadori’s top 5 go-to shoes

cw: mild cursing, converse slander

a/n: wanted to do a lil quick smth smth 😋

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05 - converses : low tops

now, when i tell you yuji hates converses with a burning passion. i mean it.

. he hates how big they make his feet look (megumi calls him clown feet whenever he puts ‘em on LMAO)

. he hates how difficult they are to put on.

. and he hates, hates, hates, how constricting they feel on his feet.

like he dead hates them so much - and yet his closest is full of them because he just slips them on without a second thought. (cause he doesn’t put his feet in them all the way. mf treats em like slippers 💀)

not to mention they be havin some of the dopest designs sometimes. he saves his money to buy all the cool ones that come out but they’re mainly just for show and decoration.

overall score: 4.2/10

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04 - slides

as convenient they are, he doesn’t like how he can’t just up and dip when need be.

slides are the type of shoes where he can only wear them if he isn’t expecting to be doing a whole lotta active movement. cause the second he starts to even jog them hoes will go flying off his feet LOLL, he isn’t sure if it’s a him problem or what.

all in all they’re comfy to him and he wears them as house shoes more than anything, he’d never wear them out though unless he knows he’s going right back inside.

overall score: 5.3/10

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03 - crocs

BOYYYYYYYYYYY,,, this man loves him some crocs. so much so that it actually annoys everyone around him lmaoo

like nobara hates that he wears them so much - in public at that. she feels like those are the type of shoes you wear in private cause they’re ugly 😭 but he can’t (and won’t) stop wearing them.

he likes how comfy they are and how they feel roomy. they never feel too constricting and he can slip them on/off whenever and wherever.

PLUSS, he likes that you can decorate them and put all those little charms on them like he thinks its so cute.

he got gojo to custom make one of megumi’s dogs LMAO

overall score: 8.9/10

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02 - vans: high & low tops (low top leaning)

yuji 👏🏽 values 👏🏽 efficiency 👏🏽

he needs to be able to put them on and get to wherever he needs to go, he’s not trynna sit there all day while he struggles to get his damn feet in the shoe (looking at you converse)

vans (low tops specifically) are ones he can easilyyy slip on and get to movin. and he doesn’t break his damn fingers trynna get the back of his foot in (again,, CONVERSE WE LOOKING AT YOU)

and they look good !!

he has almost all the limited edition ones,, and for his birthday gojo managed to find him the thrasher ones he wanted

overall score: 8.7/10

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01 - dunks: high tops

you can’t go wrong with a pair of dunks man, they’re so simple but such a statement piece with how many colors and designs they come in.

mf has every pair of dunks known to man, like you name em and bro probably got them in his closet rn.

his personal favorites are the high-top panda dunks cause he’s had them for sooooo long, megumi and nobara have to beg him to stop because they’re quite literally falling off the bone 😭 shit’s starting to talk and everythingg, plus the laces are dirty and the shoe itself isn’t even white no more.

will wear them everywhere no matter the condition cause he just don’t gaf tbh. who gon check him about it?? (nobara will but that’s neither here nor there)

overall score: 9.3/10

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production credits: thank you to @cosmiles for giving me this idea lwk !! mf got me thinking bout shoes and shit after them hc’s LMAOO

tags: @morosis-haze @jogeto @mypimpademia @miirene @planetlunaa @cosmiles @milesmolasses | taglist

#saint laurent productions #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #yuji itadori headcanons #jjk first years

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jacksoldsideblog · 5 months

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Not an ask but some ideas for fem Tyler:

She would never buy woman’s clothes. (Well she might in some second hand store). Cus that’s just a fucking scam- like they make them more expensive and from different materials to make them last less time. It’s just ridiculous really. Also I think she would make her own clothes from whatever shit she found (Idk just a thought). No bras!

Honestly she could just shoplift but that s up to you.

Spends half of her time making jokes on men’s fragile ego and toxic masculinity. And their need for having a sense of control and feeling of superiority is the reason why they try to shame women into fitting the “society expectations” (don’t know how it’s called in English).

Besides that I don’t think she would be that different from the cannon Tyler.

And as for Narrator then I think she would have this lanky (?) body type/posture I have no idea how to explain this but me and my other insomnia suffering friends have/had this weird skinny body type with little tummy because we don’t move much. But it would be before fight club.

I want her to complain about her back pain (just a me thing)

She would wear those cozy (little boring) sweaters.

I feel like Narrator would be the only boxers and too big sweaters type and Tyler the only pants and or boxers type idk

No need to answer this - it’s just my thoughts - anyways do what you want with it

You're right you're right!

I think Tyler would thrift her clothes. Men's clothes are easier to pick out (more accurate sizing, especially pants), made of more resilient materials, more functional. Why wouldn't she? The only potential complication is sometimes they're too big, but Paper Street has this old beat up sewing machine and Tyler(/the Narrator), like plenty of women growing up in the 70s and 80s, had to take a home skills course. She can damn well use a sewing machine, make clothes fit her well enough. And don't get me wrong, I think she would still wear goofy things like male Tyler. It's just, she's very function first. Homemade jorts, leather jacket, neon crocs because she decided to go fishing in the half dead creek down the road, kind of thing.

I think it'd be less that she jokes about male ego and more that she just speaks on it like it's casually accepted fact like the grass being green and the sky being blue. Like, sure everything she says could be proven with a study and already has been probably. But she doesn't really care about that. Someone in fight club mentions having an abusive husband who was a police officer and she just goes "Well yeah, policemen are four times more likely to beat their wives. It makes sense since it's not like their buddies will convict them." As if that's a casual thought and connection everyone has made and remembered in their lives. Martin complains about how most men who want to fuck him also want to degrade him and Tyler just says that's because men consider the things they fuck to be objects not people, so degradation and penetrative sex go hand in hand.

She says this like someone talked about it being rainy and she's saying there was clouds out earlier.

Wrt the narrator's body, yeah totally. I've been there too. When you're a bit underfed because you can't muster up the energy to eat or feel hunger and you have no muscle because all you do is try to sleep or sit in an office chair. Moving in with Tyler is like getting a personal trainer because Tyler takes personal offense to women not eating properly. She WILL orate on how society teaches women to have a dysfunctional relationship with food as a method to control them. Sells them the lie that they can exert control in their life by starving themselves so they don't realize they can control it by rejecting beauty and castrating men. Sells them the lie that not feeling hunger properly is a mild problem you can ignore.

Back pain from muscle weakness due to overall lack of muscle tone would be a thing yeah. The narrator would be at her healthiest in that absolute health hazard of a house.

Yeah I do think the narrator would pretty quickly jump on the "just walking around without pants on" train, was sort of always on it in private at least. Wears sweaters or something to deal with the drafts in the place. Tyler does the opposite, wears pants sometimes. Rarely shirts. Believes all women need to normalize their body to themselves not as something to look at but the thing they are, not what they inhabit. Pesters the narrator into doing random household construction projects while wearing the minimum amount of protective gear and clothing required.

#asks #female fight club au #fight club #yes

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arctic-hands · 10 months

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So like from fourth grade on up, I stopped caring about fashion. Or at least that's what I told everyone, I really did care about my appearance but I wanted to be as anti-fashion and unfeminine as possible and put on an air of uncaring to do it. This included a pair of bright red Crocs in high school when they first came out that I then put as many obnoxious and clashing jibitz into, my own little rebellion against the absolutely ludicrous and drug hysteria-induced dress code that didn't think to cover Crocs and decorations thereof. This lasted until junior year of high school, at which point my fashion just became Depression (genuine).

Then come about nineteen years old and I figure out time to grow up and dress like an adult, which to me and my budget meant dressing in black skirts and various demure dresses and unintentionally looking more like a devout Christian school girl than anything. Then I decided to embrace my lesbianism and wear a lot of plaid. Then I decided to embrace my genderqueerness more but a lot of my clothes were given to me by women in my life because I hit harder times, so a lot of my clothes were very feminine and that's all I had to wear. Then I got fat and most of those don't fit anymore but even when they did I didn't feel right in these clothes even tho I still tried to dress like an acceptable adult. But now I'm thirty, and while I never want to be a kid again I really want to go back to my ridiculous, vibrant, outlandish clothes I had growing and I really fucking want these Crocs

[Image Description: an etsy listing for a pair of basic black Crocs foam clogs... Basic, but for the fact that the backing (that is raised up to convert into into a flip-flop) is rowed with bronze studs and the Crocs logo on it are purple rhinestone-studded, there's a band of flat silver studs around the top of the Crocs, followed by a band of gold chain, at which point there is a mishmash of purple round gem, big rectangular white gem surrounded by gold and smaller white gems, a bunch of gold studs to the side, and then the body of the Crocs before that is covered in distressed and frayed blue denim, at the top of which is a band of chain made of gold thread where a gold shaped heart charm hangs, and towards the toes are multicolored gems surrounding a rhinestone-studded cursive "love" charm in the middle. The sole of the Crocs are studded in small round bronze. I hope I conveyed the gaudiness of these shoes adequately. End I.D.]

I want these so fucking bad 😭

Unfortunately these custom Crocs are two hundred dollars. Which, fair, plain Crocs are like sixty bucks and I don't know the quality of the materials gone into this and their prices, not to mention the time and labor that went into designing this. But damn it all if it doesn't want to make me buy some Crocs on sale and bedazzle them up because holy fuck these are great.

Anyway if you like them too and want to snag a pair for yourself here's the Etsy listing

#this is the explanation behind #the sillypunk vest #Crocs #Crocs are cool #i do try to invest in good pairs of shoes after living off of Payless and Walmart shoes most of my life that caused physical pain #but two hundred is a bit much sadly #anyway I'm thirty and ready to be outlandish again #it's called fashion sweaty #image described #it's called fashion sweaty look it up

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aajjks · 5 months

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TPOL!JK

dating your sugar daddy has been the best. thing. ever. everyday he treats you like a princess and ever since the both of you began living together he started spoiling you a whole lot more.

he hired the BEST chef to make you funfetti waffles every morning with freshly cut fruit and iced coffee, so you both eat well for breakfast and the morning sex the two of you have is PHENOMENAL. ever since jungkook figured out the lingerie you bought was from SAVAGEXFENTY, he immediately got you a subscription for it and would buy you lingerie every now and then. well, all of the time really.

he’s always calling you and texting you to make sure that you’re okay throughout the day. he makes sure that you’re doing your homework and his number 1 rule is: I WILL NEVER DENY MY PRINCESS EVEN WITH THE MOST RIDICULOUS REQUEST.

you want fuzzy socks? he buys them.

you want a fuzzy blanket? he buys it.

ear muffs? he’ll buy it.

lots of stuffed animals? he’ll buy them.

coco chanel perfume? he’ll buy a whole SET.

cute jibbitz for your crocs? he’ll buy the whole damn store if he has to.

that’s how much he spoils you and of course your mother absolutely adores him. she treats him like he’s her son. she feeds him like he’s a baby and overall has a good time with him. basically, life is good at the moment.

today, school lets out early and since jungkook already knows, there is a chauffeur outside to take you back home or wherever you decide to go since he’s caught up at the office again. “y/nnnnn!!” you hear your friend yerin yell behind you and you turn to see her running at you. “hey, yerin. what’s up?” she asks you.

“me, jennie, and hyuna are going to the club later on tonight. you wanna come?”

“uhh, i don’t know. you know i’m not really a social person like that”

“oh c’mon. jungkook has you wrapped around his pinky. come hang out with us. it’ll be so much fun!”

“okay, okay, i’ll go. but only for a little while”

“do you have a dress? please tell me you have a dress to go clubbing in?”

“does regular pants and a shirt count?”

“what? girl, no. c’mon. let’s go shopping for a dress!!”

the chauffeur takes you to malls all over seoul looking for dresses. sexy dresses to be exact. she wants something that makes you look innocent yet desirable. a “snack” some say and after four malls, yerin thinks this is the one.

the black dress is short and backless with a small slit on the side. “wear these heels!” she says and when you put them on, you look mesmerizing. you almost don’t recognize yourself because you mostly wear oversized clothes that hide yourself but this? hot damn, you look good.

“i love it, yerin!!” you say and you swipe the platinum card (gifted by jungkook) and return home soon after.

later on you get a text saying yerin is on her way, it’s 7PM, and ladies get in free before 8, so you hurry and get yourself together. your hair is curly, you make-up is cute and you don’t apply too much. you smell like a flower and put body glitter on to shimmer when the lights turn off. bottom line, you look good and the dress has you looking even better.

jungkook is sitting on the couch watching tv and when you walk in to show him your outfit, you thought he’d be so impressed with you coming out of your comfort shell. oh how wrong you were…

You take him by surprise, you’re standing right in front the large plasma screen and he gasps as he sees you. “W-Wow you look so… sexy.” He smirks.

“where are you going? Or did you just dress up for me?” he asked you munching on the snack but his smile vaulters as soon as I tell him that you are going out with your friends.

“Hmm, yerin? And where are you going?” He asks, even though it’s so hard for him to take his eyes off a few. He is a little disappointed that he’s going to be alone here without you.

And you look absolutely ravishing too, he can smell your beautiful scent from here and he really doesn’t want you to go but when you tell him that you’re going to a club with your friends, he stands up. “WHAT? DRESSED LIKE THAT?”

Jungkook immediately shakes his head in disappointment. “Ahh fuck yerin and her friends. Yn you can’t go.” He says, walking towards you. “ I’m sorry, but not when you look like this. What if people hit on you? Unless I get to go with you you’re not going and I don’t want to go to the club right now.”

No matter what he won’t let you go. You can argue all you want. he is ready for an argument.

#ask: tpol!jungkook

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artinandwritin · 10 months

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Kinda inspired by the ask you sent me, we know Gustav has a CURSED fashion sense, right? I feel like in a modern au, it being Summer would only highlight that, so like, what atrocious stuff do you think that Gustav would wear and also probably buy for the kids

(i'm sure siri is the only well dressed person in the family some days and it's made so much worse bc she's obviously a fashion queen)

HELP BC YOURE SO RIGHT

have a lil doodle i made in ten minutes to illustrate the ✨️vision✨️

My art skills are shitty today shhh we dont talk about that

A list of atrocious things Gustav would buy for himself, Siri, and their kids;

Crocs. All the crocs. Preferably with weird designs cuz he thinks theyre cool. Sunni has psychedelic ones and she doesnt know what to do with them. Siri's are with flowers, Niv's are dinosaurs and Hellie's have a fire theme. The Guster himself has the most neon purple ones he could find and he only ever wears them in race mode. Siri does wear them sometimes but only in the house or in the garden

Also, bucket hats. Siri keeps telling him to put on sunscreen but he's too lazy for that, so he just goes for the next best option and just has a bucket hat on all day every day. Sunniva sometimes makes or buys pins for him to put on it and he brags about it to Snotlout

The dude's got like. Ten silly t-shirts. One for every day of the week and than some more. They either have very anti-authority texts (which is so valid) or just. Plain stupid. He's seen some tiktoks from the youth tm that tucking your shirt in your pants makes you look cool so that's what he does always. Niv absolutely hates everything about this.

He's got shorts that end above the knees so everyone can see his battlewounds (scratches he got from tripping over Fanghook, his own feet, and falling while skating) and it utterly proud whenever someone mentions them. He tells different stories of how he got them every time someone asks

The most normal thing are sunglasses, surprisingly. At least the kid isn't gonna let his eyes go to shit? He did buy them from a very cheap shady store so who knows how long before they break

Surprisingly, Siri is totally fine with it (she shouldn't be ngl, but for some reason she is). She just doesn't see any harm in him dressing up the way he wants.

Niv, Sunni and Helene hate some parts of it with a burning passion tho. They liked it as kids (Sunni a bit more than Niv and Hellie cuz their dad dressing up in the craziest things meant she could dress to all her needs too) but when they got older and Gustav became the "how do you do fellow kids" parent they just felt. Embarrassed lmao.

Not completely unrelated but during summer family-reunion-esque bbqs (Siri's dad has doubts about inviting his kid's weird husband every year again bc of the fashion sense and personality) Gustav would buy a "kiss the cook"-like apron and force who-ever is cooking to wear is (snickering in the background cuz damn that looks so funny)

People would ask Siri to like. Control her hubby and she just goes "why would I"

She's so into his silly that she just doesn't want it to chance. At some point Sunniva does join in on the silly again and Siri supports that just as much cuz she knows Sunni enjoys that stuff. Helene keeps hating it for the rest of her life tho. She doesn't think it's cool tm :')

Anyway that turned into a whole thing bc my brain had many thoughts and needed to relay them to you LMAO thank you sm for this ask!! It was sm fun to think about it <333

#hehe funny stuff #sometimes you just need to embrace the silly #and think its cool #thats just how it is #but youre right siri is the most normally dressed all the time #niv is in a close second #next is helene but she secretly wears silly things too #she just think they're silly but they are #sunni is in fourth place she deserves to dress silly #and the guster has hit rock bottom and will never come up again

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styxnbones · 1 year

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4 for all for cass except for sects, for that one do 3!

ty for the ask! i always appreciate how much you like to hype up other ppl's oc

Essentials 4: not being in v5 they don't have any set predator type- but, since their Grip of the Damned means their kiss offers nothing but pain, they tend towards alley cat and sandman by necessity.

Life 4: in life, Cass already had the arrogance and controlling nature that would become their Malkavian madness, though before that point its debatable whether it was a straight up personality disorder. As for vices and addictions, Cass's vice has always and continues to be reckless overconfidence. She's always loved the rush of doing something she by all rights shouldn't be able to, defying expectations, and generally putting herself into and then escaping from dangerous scenarios- hence her nature as a Thrill-Seeker. She also had something of a recreational drug habit that has stuck with her in seeking out prey that is high, both for pleasure and for the sake of convenience.

Death 4: in LA she never had much of a coterie to speak of, but gained one when she left for New Orleans (aka the chronicle I played her in started)- who she rejoiced in inflicting her habit of giving shitty patronizing nicknames. Her favourite was Kristos aka Dirt Nap/Captain America, a gangrel fledgling who had been torpored since the civil war. He was directionless and gullible so she had lots of fun pushing him around. There was also Marcus (9-5/Marie O' Net), a stereotypically stuffy ventrue who had the audacity to have one dot in dominate and therefore earned Cass's ire for stepping on her toes. Clair ("Covergirl") was a mysterious and dangerous (read: hot) Tremere sent from New York to look into setting up a chantry, who Cass spent way too much downtime trying to find dirt on. And then there was Jean ("Socks-in-Crocs") a *very* rural gangrel who had literally the worst luck with frenzy rolls I have ever seen to this day and who consequently was held at arm's length from Cass. Broadly speaking she saw herself as the leader of this group, though she was happy to deflect blame for any fuckups onto Marcus since he was so keen to take charge. Other than that she was pretty buddy-buddy with a local Nos named Avery, though mostly in a 'keeping the competition close' kind of way, and towards where the chronicle dropped off she was making some contacts with a sabbat pack in the area.

Sects 3: which brings us to her opinion of the sabbat- which is largely dependent on who in the sabbat we're talking about. she was pretty chill with the pack she was getting to know- she admired how little they gave a fuck about mortals and how few roadblocks they put up for themselves in getting what they want (unlike many other kindred, especially in a cam city like New Orleans, who just love to make up secret rules) but she was also very aware that these guys were peons in the grand scheme of the sabbat and she held contempt for their lack of ambition (even if it made them more useful to her). As a whole, Cass doesn't buy the whole Gehenna-War-End-Of-The-World thing, but admires it as a tactic for keeping the masses in control. I think that she'd be unlikely to join the sabbat unless she got to jump in pretty high up the ranks, though she doesn't particularly like the idea of tying her loyalty to any one group. The thing that intrigues her most about the sabbat, though, is the idea of Paths of Enlightenment. Her sense of morality was already pretty deviated from the human norm even before the embrace, and since then attempting to cling to humanity has been thankless work (and largely pure luck- by all rights she should be way lower than Humanity 6 with the number of tests I had to roll) so shifting her mindset towards something else entirely probably wouldn't be too hard a leap.

Clans 4: Clan Hecata in interesting, since its something that has developed since her embrace. She had done some research on the Giovanni when she recognized her Kiss was similar to theirs, and found the history pretty fascinating. She generally appreciates the existence of the Hecata if only for the cover they lend her in lieu of any actual connection to them.

#vtm #cass oc

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king-crane · 1 year

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//im not gonna do an analysis on it like i did for fear state because genuinely i think this was. disappointing. It was an entertaining read, like in the way that a movie like Suicide Squad 2016 was entertaining, but it was just. So fucking disjointed. heres some highlights:

-Harley is the protagonist of this story. Like literally she’s the only sane one and even then she fucked up by not just shooting Joker completely. Like, she says the kill shot needs to be Batman? She’s going to rely on the seemingly infallible logic that Joker can’t escape from a death trap himself? Harley please my love you were so good in this you should have just killed Joker straight up.

-Punchline was great tbh, a good character who is ridiculously manipulative and believes herself the Joker’s equal, his partner. Only thing I don’t get is why the fuck she’s portrayed as being?? On the same level as Harley and strong enough to overpower her? And to fight NIGHTWING? She thought she could take Nightwing??? What is her background she sounds like she just fell in love with the Joker over the internet like some parasocial nerd bro help me

-I was promised a Killer Croc appearance. He makes one (1) appearance in the background of The Iceberg Lounge. He does not speak or do anything. He is. In one panel.

-This entire comic is about the dynamic between Bruce and Joker, how they’re opposites. Bruce keeps on living which must mean that Joker will eventually die right? That’s the big theme. It begins and is interspersed with the idea that every fucking time the Joker keeps going, he just kills more and more.

-Clownhunter is the fucking goat. Doesn’t even flinch when Batman shows up

-reading Fear State made me believe there was some massive thing that happened to Ivy to make her what she was, and that it happened during the Joker Wars. And apparently that was?? NOT Harley nearly being killed by Punchline? She was listening in through the plants but apparently didn’t know what was going on until she went there herself and just. Strangled a couple clowns? What????? Bro for real what?

I’m just like. Wondering what the fucking resolution is. Like am I supposed to want to buy the next Joker War thingy? Is there a second one that’s supposed to magically fix all my disappointment? God damn.

Still, I had a fun day out on town with my dad. Got my ears pierced, had lunch, checked out the comics store, walked around town.

#negative tw #venting tw #on strings ( mun. )#mags reads joker wars

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seaside-writings · 2 years

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Hello, all you wonderful and lovely people!

I know I should have posted this a week ago, well maybe a little more than a week ago lol, but I didn't really have time to do so.

So now here I am posting a late birthday prompt list for you all, based on one of my favorite horror movies "Happy Death Day" which I know isn't that much of a horror movie more like a thriller, sci-fi, romantic comedy, but I still put it in the horror category, for a few different reasons.

It's been one of my favorite movies since I saw it back in 2017, and I've kind of started a small tradition where I watch it at some point during my birthday. Whether I watch it by myself, or with my loved ones I always watch it at some point.

This is why I thought it would be fun to make a prompt list about it as a gift for you all on my birthday. And it would have been if I had just been able to post it on that day.

Still, I hope you all enjoy this late birthday gift from me to you. I'll try to do better about posting on time next year.

I hope you all stay blessed and safe throughout your day.

Lots of Love & Wishes: Celia 💙

Prompts:

"Today is the first day for the rest of your life," - "I can't change what I've done, but I can start trying to be a better person today." - "What I really want to know is, how did you figure it out? "Because you've killed me before!" "... Then I guess I'm just going to have to do it again," - "Anyhoo, her little plot was super lame. Poisoning a cupcake? Really? We're Kappas. We don't eat cupcakes," - "I know I've been a bad roommate, but... isn't this a bit much? What the hell!?!" - "So, uh, now that your bedroom is officially a crime scene and all, where are you planning on crashing?" "Is that an invitation?” - "I'm not sleeping in my car again! It smells like Hot Pockets and feet!" - "I just knew there was something wrong with her. She never wore make-up, never posted cute selfies, and she literally owned a pair of crocs. All the signs of a psycho killer," - "Wait, you've been killing me over some stupid guy?" "Oh, that's not the only reason. You're a dumb bitch, too!" - "You know, it's funny, you relive the same day over and over again, you kind of start to see who you really are. If my mom saw me now, and who I've become, I don't think she'd be very proud," "Don't say that," "It's true. I'm not a good person. Maybe it's karma, maybe I deserve it,” - "I know you're really not into girls. But it's okay. Love is love. Now go out there and get yourself a fine piece of man-ass!" - "Well, look, I don't know you all that well, but... it's never too late to change," - "Look, I know... it's none of my business, but... I think something like this is bound to have some pretty serious consequences," "You're right. It is none of your business," - "Safety's off. Thanks for the tip," - "You're a feisty little shit, ain't you?" - "You know, when I was a kid, I always got to skip school. We'd go to the beach. My dad would buy us this like huge birthday cake. And put just one candle on it. We'd blow it out together," - "You know, it's a real nice surprise, you comin' and visit me like this... - "Woof! I like you. Damn shame," - "Get out!" "I just want clean underwear!" - "Who takes their date to Subway? Besides, it's not like you have a footlong," - "Would you stop looking at me like I just took a dump on your mom's head?" - "Impressive," "That was nothing," - "Is this a joke? You think I would actually try to poison you with a freaking cupcake?" - "Whatever, you won't remember any of this anyway," - "You killed me. "What?" "You poisoned it. But I never ate it before," - "Are you under the influence of alcohol or any other controlled substance?" "No! That is what I'm trying to... Wait. If I am, does that mean that you're going to arrest me and lock me in a jail cell?" "That's how it usually works," "I'm drunk!" "... You are?" "Wasted. And I'm high. You know, pills... weed... you name it, man, I'm on it!" - "Well... Don't expect me to just let you get by in my class after this!" "Already dropped it, asshole," - "What stupid little self-help book did you get that from?" - "Whatever. Clumsy hos. I better see you at the meeting today," "We'll be there!" - "Go on, take a bite," "You really are crazy," - "Eat it, bitch!" - "You had access to him. Did you drug him first? You knew that if he escaped, everyone would assume that he killed me. But it was always you," - "Yeah. I'm supposed to be with mine. I don't know, I couldn't bear the thought of sitting through another uncomfortable celebration while we both pretend that everything is awesome," - "Give me a list of names of everybody who knows it's your birthday and whoever has a reason to try and kill you," - "Oh, I don't know. Maybe because you wouldn't stop sleeping with him," "What?" "But he just kept choosing you over me. I guess all he wanted was a cheap slut like you!" - "Going somewhere?" "Yes! As far away as possible!" - "Stop it, you're freaking me out," "Well, how do you think I feel!?" - "You stupid little whore," - "Okay then. I'll take it down to the police. I'm sure they can tell us what your little birthday treat is made of," - "Whoever's killing you knows it's your birthday," - "Your wife loves you so much, so if you don't have the guts to tell her the truth, at least have the balls to leave," - "I was wrong. I thought that if I stopped running that I could beat it. But it's never gonna stop," - "What was that for? “ “I have to run, but what are you doing later tonight? “I... Nothing,” “You want to take me out for my birthday? “Heh, what's the punch?” “Look I know it's really random but I promise I'll explain everything tomorrow, well assuming there is one,” ”Well...” ”Just say yes,” “Yeah, all right, cool,” “See you then,” - "You sure you wanna wake up in the dorm room again?" "Only if it's yours," - "It's been so much worse. All of this running and hiding has made me so miserable. And I think I finally figured it out. I mean, it took something, like, totally crazy, but... but I'm here. And I love you. And I'm so, so sorry that I hurt you," - “It's never too late to change. I mean, especially if what you're saying is true, each new day is... it's a chance to be somebody better,”

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“can you be my mommy?!” toji fushiguro

you sneakily got out of bed, picking up your clothes in the process. toji had threw them all over the room last night.. and he even ripped a slit into your dress in the midst of taking it off. “ugh i swear to god, im making him buy me a new one.”

you took one last look at his sleeping form before smiling. you knew he would be upset in the morning since he hated when you left in the middle of the night.. but you never liked to overstay your welcome. no matter how many times he told you it was fine he didn’t mind you staying, you still went home right after.

you slipped your clothes back on and gently grabbed your keys— hoping it wouldn’t make too much of a loud noise.

“all right toji, im out. ill text you later boo, sleep well.” you lowly whispered and placed a kiss on his forehead. thank god he was still asleep or he wouldn’t allow you to leave.

“what awh you doing?” a tiny boy called out, completely messing up on his words. your body jumped slightly frightened by the voice, of course you knew who it was but that still didn’t stop you from being startled. he was usually sleep at this time!

“im getting ready to leave megs, i was just saying bye to your daddy,” you smiled, fixing your dress a little since it was rising. “what are you doing up boo.. you not tired?”

“no i not sleepy, where you go wing?”

“uh i was gonna go home since it’s getting late,” you replied while slipping on your crocs. at the rate this was going toji was going to wake up soon, he was already stirring in his sleep. and the last thing you needed was to deal with his tantrum— lecture, about you trying to leave.

“i no want you to go, lay back down with daddy! i go lay with you guys.”

you didn’t know how you got here.. sandwiched between both of the boys. toji’s head in your chest and megumi’s little arms wrapped around your waist. you knew this would happen but you actually weren’t as mad about it.

if anything you were kind of happy, finally felt like you had a family. even if you and toji were only sneaky links, he treated you like family.

“n/n was tryna leave early dada, i catch her tryna leave!”

you rolled your eyes and playfully pushed the little boy off of you, “alright now snitch, you don’t get to lay on me no more.”

“oh really,” toji took his head out of your chest and straight faced you. no wonder his sleep felt off earlier, “thanks for tellin’ me meg. ima deal wit’ her later.”

“well damn y’all, i was only tryna give you guys some space! im over here every day,” you sighed hoping toji would understand where you were coming from. but he didn’t, and he never would.

it shocked him how clueless you were, he wanted you with him at all times for a reason. he was in love with you, just couldn’t find a way to show it. “we don’t want space, so don’t do that shit again. i keep tellin’ you ‘bout that.”

“yayy n/n can stay! can you be my mommy?!” megumi cheered— clapping his hands and jumping all over the place.

your heart dropped. this was trick question, if you said yes then toji would probably think you’re insane. but if you said no then he’d be pissed at you for crushing his sons dreams.

“i-“

“yeah she’s your mommy meg. so we gotta be nice to her, show her that we love her, ight?” toji butted in and started to rub down the skin of your back. he saw you glaring into his soul but simply looked away, knowing he’d just unofficially pronounced his love for you.

“wait for real, you love me toji?”

“always.”

you couldn’t help the cheeky smile forming as you grabbed his face— leaving small pecks all over him. even though it irritated him with your lip gloss getting all over his face, he still managed to smile and return your kisses.

“ewww yucky! ma and da is kissing.”

“oh shut up megs, and i love you guys too. my handsome boys.”

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