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cometomecosette · 9 months

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Les Misérables" musical character interpretations: Madame Thénardier

Here are the four main musical characterizations I've seen of a nasty woman we all love to hate.

Whenever I want to shorten her name, I've used "Thénardiess," Charles Wilbour's translation of Hugo's "la Thénardier" ("the Thénardier woman").

The Giantess

This boisterous, imposing Mme. Thénardier embodies Hugo’s description of the character as a “mastodon,” who “swore splendidly” and could crack nuts with her fist. She’s typically a very large, masculine-looking woman, with a gruff, booming voice, but regardless of what she looks or sounds like, her personality is larger-than-life. She’s loud, coarse, money-grubbing, hard-drinking, and fun-loving, yet with a monstrous temper. Her abuse of Cosette is ferocious: while her bellowing might get laughs just for being so over-the-top, they won’t laugh at the way she grabs, shoves, and threatens to beat the little girl. But apart from this, she tends to be the more comical Thénardier spouse compared to her slimier, more sinister husband, and she gleefully hams up all her comic business: faking sobs at the news of Fantine’s death and over her fake baby in “The Robbery,” slapstick at the wedding, etc. Yet broadly funny though she is, she isn’t stupid. It varies whether she comes across as her husband’s equal partner in crime or a the real “brains of the outfit,” but either way, her brutish exterior hides a scheming mind, and though she bickers nonstop with Thénardier, he couldn’t get by without her. At any rate, he won’t dominate her; this Thénardiess is indominable.

The Witch

This Mme. Thénardier is less physically imposing than the Giantess, but she’s arguably more sinister. She tends to be thin, angular, and bony, and she likely has big teeth with a gap or two in them. Physically, she’s all sharp edges, more like a stereotypical witch (hence her name) than like Hugo’s “ogress.” Those sharp edges extend into her personality too. Where the Giantess tends to be the more comical of the Thénardiers while her husband has a darker edge, the Witch is the more serious and blatantly ruthless of the two: the embodiment of the villainy her husband hides behind his amiable façade. Her humor is sarcastic and bitter, and while her abuse of Cosette is probably less loud than other Mme. Thénardiers’, it’s more venomous, without playing any lines for laughs. Whether she comes across as her husband’s equal partner in crime or as the one in charge will depend on the portrayal of her husband, but either way, she’s at least just as cunning as he is and likely more so. It’s also likely that within her sharp, sinister demeanor, there’s a hint of mental instability. If the novel’s version of Éponine were to live to middle age, marry a man she didn’t love, and become much less sympathetic, she would probably resemble this version of her mother.

The Oppressed Oppressor

While still a comic character and still a villain, this Mme. Thénardier is more sympathetic than others. While the Giantess best captures the grotesque and brutal qualities of Hugo’s character, this one captures her pathetic aspects. Like Hugo’s Thénardiess, this one is dominated by her more cunning husband, and he treats her shabbily. Throughout “Master of the House,” he’ll be shown treating her more like a servant than a wife, and when Valjean arrives, Thénardier will direct her every move: when to feign tears, when to stop, when to fish for more money, when to stop so as not to seem greedy, etc. It’s clear that she’s both bitter and utterly exhausted by this life. Yet at the same time, she might convey unrequited love for her husband. (Foreshadowing her daughter’s plight?) During “Master of the House” she might genuinely try to attract him, only for him to repulse her and flirt with younger women. Thus, her string of insults toward him stems from weariness and hurt, and she makes it comical as a coping mechanism. Of course, none of this can excuse her treatment of Cosette (who clearly serves as an outlet for her general frustration), or her willing role in all her husband’s schemes. But whether we like her or not, we understand where she’s coming from.

The Fallen Beauty

This Mme. Thénardier is very, very different from Hugo’s character, but within the musical, she can be effective. This Thénardiess is neither a brute nor a frump, but a sensual and reasonably attractive woman. Yes, she’s aging, blowsy, and mean, with a gaudy fashion sense, but she was clearly a beauty in her youth, still has charms, and knows it. She specializes in flirting and seducing men to pick their pockets or manipulate her way out of trouble. We’ll see her do this successfully with at least one inn customer during “Master of the House” and later attempt it, not so successfully, with Valjean and Javert too. And the same erotic hold she has over the drunks at the inn she also has over her husband, enhanced by the fact that she’s smarter than he is. While in front of others she lets him talk more and pretend to be in charge, she’s unquestionably the true “master of the house.” Both she and Thénardier enjoy this arrangement. The insults she aims at him are playful: though his blundering exasperates her, she really is happily married. As for the rest of her demeanor, she sometimes shows a temper, but in general she’s an understated schemer, with a distinctly dry, deadpan sense of humor. Hugo’s Thénardiess she’s not, but she’s an interesting comic character in her own right.

#les mis #les miserables #musical #characterization #comparison #mme. thenardier #tw: child abuse

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hiding-under-the-willow · 4 months

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Seeing Actor in the B4 outfit would be equal parts cute and hilarious to see.

Y'all just love to see a sinister man in a pink mini skirt

#atlas.art #artists on tumblr #markiplier #markiplier cinematic universe #who killed markiplier #actor!mark #actor mark #and y'know I respect that y'all are consistent lol #atlas.rqs

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its-rat-time-babey · 8 months

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HOLY SHIT BETA GLITCH TECHS DESIGNS!

I found a YouTube channel called Glitch Techs Archive that has a bunch of leaked Glitch Techs stuff. Mostly various bits of the only surviving piece of the 2020 pilot episode, but there’s also the way cooler 2015 Pilot stuff, With a full Pilot Episode (In animatic form) and an archived TRAILER for the 2015 Glitch Techs.

Please watch it it’s so cool.

Anyways here’s a bunch of Beta Glitch Techs stuff i saw in the trailer (and 2015 Pilot but the Trailer has better visuals):

First off: The animation is COMPLETELY different.

Looks nothing like the Glitch Techs we got to see.

Also that’s what Five Miko and BITT look like.

I guess if you squint you can see the similarities between Beta Five and Regular Five, but i just have to ask what HAPPENED to Miko and BITT in between 2015 and 2020. I love the look of the beta and regular designs an equal amount but that is a MASSIVELY changed design.

Also in the 2015 Beta (and the 2020 Pilot actually) Five starts off as a Glitch Tech, albeit one that’s still in training, while Miko doesn’t, being hired due to her Reset Immunity by the end of the first episode. His father is also mentioned in the Pilot (“im just glad your father isnt here to see this”) so he could have had ANY sort of backstory at this point.

Also, BITT is completely different in design, personality and function. In the Beta, BITT is a Tech Training Bot that accompanies Five on missions because he’s still in training. He also acts like a human being instead of purely robotic.

Beta BITT here also explains a small meta thing about actual BITT: Despite BITT standing for “Binary Intelligence Tech Trainer”, BITT in the show doesn’t do much Tech Training, mostly just keeping the HQ running on his own with the only training he does being done in episode 1. So why is “Tech Trainer” such an important part of him that it takes up half of his acronym?

Because his Beta Version WAS a full time Tech Training Bot and during production he was either changed or merged with a character that did regular BITT’s job of running HQ and he kept his original name!

Also The Tech Outfits and Armour look completely different as well with Five and Miko having their own colour schemes.

And finally, a very cool detail found in the trailer: Glitches in 2015 were originally going to have their own unique artstyles that they would keep when they escaped from games!

Seen here is the Rock Wizard (a glitch found in both the 2020 and 2015 Pilots and the 2015 trailer, but never actually seen in the show) and a Beta Version of Chomp Kitty. The 2015 Rock Wizard is 3D animated and Chomp Kitty looks more pixelated (while also somewhat fitting into the show’s artstyle). In other words: Glitches keep their in-game artstyle when they leave their games!

Also Beta Phil:

This feels wrong to look at so I had to inflict it on all of you. (also: does anyone think he looks a bit like some of the younger Phil pictures seen in BITT Prime?)

And finally: Bolypius? Or a more sinister and villainous Hinobi Company?

I also found the original Pitch Bible from 2015, which has its own interesting stuff in it, but it deserves its own post.

#glitch techs #beta techs #LOOK AT THIS

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ladystrallan · 1 year

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Once Upon a Time season 5A thoughts

I’m rewatching OUAT and I wanted to share some of my opinions on each season!

- The random girl shushing his ominous speech is so funny

- Wow he just poofed into dust

- Omg the end of excalibur is the dagger

- “Mate don’t” idk why but that is funny

- “We need someone wicked” yassss

- Omg the rose

- Wow iconic move to cut her hand off to remove the bracelet

- She is so good at manipulating everyone

- Gaslight gatekeep girlboss

- “Accent’s a bit much no?” Lol rumple

- “Out dwarves, adults only” Regina…

- “Well… you don’t look like a crocodile” why is this episode so funny

- Okay I remember really not liking Arthur and the whole Camelot plot line

- OUAT loves a memory loss plot

- Omg dark emma

- She’s got a cool look

- Not dopey turning into a tree

- OMG WHAT IS THAT THING???

- Hook: Emma look at me this isn’t you

- Of course she can’t dance

- Omg that guy is evil or something

- A demon sent from the underworld… hmmmm I feel like I know a hot guy from there

- I seriously can’t wait for 5b to see my man <3

- Omg Henry and Violet is so cute (I remember liking them together)

- He whips out the ipod lol

- This song is kind of a bop

- Omg she destroyed his village

- I guess there was a Robin fake out death before it actually happened

- Can you make the price like a dollar or something? Or does it have to be of equal value

- “WE’VE BEEN VIOLATED” lol

- “Have you thought about kissing it out?” Omg that’s so funny

- Regina is such a hypocrite

- She has done things just as bad if not worse than what Zelena did and yet she deserves redemption and Zelena doesn’t???

- “I wished him happy just not with my wife” lol

- “What’s that then” “It’s a picture from up inside Zelena” “Woah mate” I’M DYING

- Arthur is giving me Louis from Versailles vibes

- And if you’ve seen my Versailles thoughts, you know how I feel about Louis (I hate him)

- Noooo not on her birthday

- DAVID NO DON’T TRUST HIM

- Omg they kissed

- I mean, if you’re neglecting your wife it’s kinda understandable if she cheats

- “Well, there’s this girl” “Is there indeed?” Loved the delivery Killian

- “Is that your dad?” “No it’s my horse” lol

- That’s sinister, using magic to keep your wife from leaving you

- Arthur is such an asshole omg

- Omg Merida is back

- “I need you to make him brave” wow that’s what her movie is called

- Ooh that’s Merlin

- I’m pretty sure he was talking about Nimue (and she was the first dark one)

- Well that’s a way to meet the dad

- “When this kingdom is attacked by ogres” WHY IS IT ALWAYS OGRES???

- Awwww that’s cute a little date

- “Um hi milady” lol

- Not the friend zone

- This is giving me so much second hand embarrassment

- Taunting rumple with belle is the way to make him brave

- She is his courage… that’s so cute

- Love the arrow in the intro

- Wow I guess no one cares about rumple then

- Slay belle for standing up for him

- NO NOT THE CHIPPED CUP

- Please tell me they can fix it :(

- NOOOOO DON’T KILL BELLE

- I do like the idea of rumple being all heroic for her

- Omg I’m crying this is so sweet

- Zelena and Emma team up??? Iconic

- YASSSS RUMPLE

- “He’s not my sweetheart” I think he is belle ;)

- OMG SLAY RUMPLE

- “You saved me” “Actually I think you saved me” AWWWWWWWW

- “I would change everything for you” screaming

- YASSSSSS RUMPLE PULLING THE SWORD

- I’m a slut for good rumple (or just rumple in general lol)

- I do miss him having magic though

- Why is Zelena so slay all the time?

- The outfits, the acting, the trickery, 10/10

- Emma’s lucky she didn’t get the dark one skin condition

- She just got a bleach job and a new outfit

- Arthur is such a dickhead omg i can’t stand him

- Lol Rumple’s Merlin impression

- Zelena was like switched sides? Time for an outfit change

- Omg she’s going into labour

- Why does every evil person want a baby? How many dark spells require that?

- Omg the house that he picked

- “Did someone scream for a doctor?” Yasssss Dr Whale is back!

- Did he go to the same hair salon as Emma lol

- Yassss mulan is back!

- Mulan and Merida: iconic team up

- RUBY!

- So many characters I love are back this season :)

- OMG IT WAS ARTHUR

- Me anytime I see Arthur: “Dickhead”

- OMG RUMBELLE

- MY HEART

- THEY ARE SO CUTE

- Regina & co are actually so awful to Zelena about this whole baby thing

- Like I get that it’s Robin’s baby but it’s hers too

- And I’m pretty sure being away from the mother is bad for a baby’s development

- Like at least let her visit with supervision

- I guess when you become the dark one you immediately know how to use magic

- Ok I guess they are letting her see her baby

- SHE CAME TO THE WELL

- NOOOOOOOO

- Was not expecting the break up part 2 :(

- Me sobbing

- How is she pregnant in 5b though???

- They must get together by the end of 5a

- Catch me opening the underworld portal so I can see my man <3

- The visual of all the dark ones sitting in the boat together is so funny to me

- It’s giving summer camp vibes

- “The underworld is worse than you could possibly imagine” uhhhh no rumple my true love is there so I think it’s pretty great

- Awwww rumple sending her to see the world

- NOOOOOO RUMPLE IS MARKED

- That’s actually so vile to send her away so she literally CANNOT SEE HER BABY

- Slay move by hook

- Rip (until he gets resurrected)

- Belle didn’t leave!

- THEY’RE KISSING

- YASSSSSSS

- And the baby was conceived ;)

- Rumple being the dark one again, kinda slay

- Kind of bad for his redemption arc though

- “I will always find you” we love a good iconic line

- I am so excited to see Hades!!! Love of my life (and death)

How I feel about the characters this season

Love: RUMPLE (10/10 character development), Belle, Zelena, Dr Whale, Merida

Like: Emma, Hook, Mulan, Ruby, Nimue (idk she’s kinda cool)

Neutral: Snow, David, Merlin, Guinevere, Henry

Dislike: Regina, Robin

Hate: Arthur

Season rating: 6/10

Firstly, I HATE ARTHUR AND I CAN’T WAIT UNTIL HE’S DEAD. I don’t care for the Camelot arc, but I do like dark Emma and Rumple got some really good character development (even though he went back to being the dark one). I also like Merida and it was nice to see Ruby, Dr Whale, and Mulan again. Gets an extra 0.5 for setting up my absolute favourite arc in the show (the underworld)

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dinsfire24 · 5 months

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hi im back with more clownpierce thoughts. this time about a hollow knight au (spoilers for the grimm troupe dlc + some late game areas)

i wanna say hes part of the grimm troupe, because COME ON. the aesthetics are a match made in heaven. however i honestly cannot see him giving a shit about the ritual. i think maybe he's like. SORT OF a member. but he's mostly in it to travel around and find new opponents to fight. it's been quite a while since i did the quest, though, so feel free to give your thoughts on that

in game you'll find him in the colosseum of fools after summoning the grimm troupe, even if you haven't yet spoken to grimm. if you try to challenge any of the trials, the little fool will stop you and warn you that lord fool is no more, struck down by an odd, sinister warrior.

gameplay-wise, almost nothing changes unless you beat the trial of the fool. however, clown takes lord fool's place on the throne, watching with burning red eyes. lord fool's mask rests in the center of the arena (it can be knocked around like zote's mask but is broken if an enemy hits it), and their body can be seen in the foreground.

after you beat the trial of the fool, clown will challenge you to a fight. he stands up and says something about how you seemed unassuming at first, but now he sees you as an equal. then he'll draw his weapon and jump down into the arena. (if you die during the fight, i imagine you'd be able to skip the trial to avoid frustration. maybe there would be an option to just challenge clown if you stood by the gate?)

im not sure what bug he'd be, exactly. maybe a banded sugar ant? either way, his species would be completely obscured anyways by his outfit—the mask, hood, and fancy circus clothes. i think it would be cool if he had multiple pairs of arms, though. :D

#quinn originals #lifesteal smp #mcyt #hollow knight #its over for me. ive started making hollow knight crossovers #new hyperfixation acquired!!!!!

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bakhiu · 2 years

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After Hours - Chapter 4

Velveteen - Chapter 4 - Also Available on AO3

Your and Suguru's reunion is interrupted by a party that Satoru is throwing. Relationship status bracelets, moody and grungy vibes, or as Satoru likes to put it "vampire slutty realness" oh and lots of jealously.

Rating: M

Contains: jealousy, possessiveness, pre-sex activities, Gojo being a whore.

Music inspo: Music to Watch Boys To by Lana Del Rey

If you wanna pick your outfit for the party, click here :)

Today was the day: Suguru was flying back home and made sure you had your weekend cleared so you two could spend some much-needed time together. You were in the middle of packing your weekender bag when a soft knock echoed throughout the apartment. You checked the time and it was much too early for Suguru to be back, let alone knocking on your front door. You quickly peered through the peep hole and groaned internally at who it was. A snowy haired, black bespectacled demon, grinning from ear to ear.

“I know you’re home! Open up, it’s important!” Satoru called out and rapped his knuckles on the door again.

“What do you want, Satoru?” you sighed in annoyance as the door flung open.

“Good morning to you too, sunshine. I am here to give you this!” Satoru presented you with an ornate vanilla colored envelope with rose gold embellishments, your name in a pretty printed font.

You raised an eyebrow and tore the envelope open, peering over the invitation with wide eyes. Of all the times for one of Satoru’s surprise costume parties…it just had to be this weekend. There was no way Suguru would go, he wouldn’t have the patience to see you in a scantily clad outfit before fucking your brains out.

“Suguru is flying back today, I don’t think he will be able to attend. I’m usually his plus one too, so it would be weird of me to go without him.” You handed Satoru back the invitation. “Thanks, but—”

“Nice try, sunshine. Suguru already agreed to coming, in fact, he helped me come up with the theme. See you both tonight at 10pm sharp.” Satoru handed the invitation back to you and before you could argue back, Satoru was humming down the hallway, jingling his car keys in tune.

You couldn’t believe that Suguru already agreed. When did they discuss this? You were fairly sure Suguru went to sleep right after last nights entertainment, so when did Satoru manage to weasel himself into your plans? Suguru was usually on top of parties and events and would always give you a two week notice in case you had prior commitments. You glanced down once more at the invitation and your cheeks flushed when you got to the theme.

Underworld: The Afterlife of Sin Dress code: Vampire slutty realness. Less is more, byo protection and NDA. Relationship bracelets available at entrance.

You would wait until Suguru’s plane landed to ask him if Satoru was lying about attending the party, but you had a strong feeling Suguru had a sinister plan for the two of you this weekend. After tossing the invitation on your kitchen counter, you began tearing through your closet for something, anything that would fit the theme.

“What even is vampire slutty realness…” you grumbled to yourself as you tossed the last article of clothing you owned onto your bed in defeat. “Looks like I have some shopping to do.”

You pulled out your phone and noticed a text from Suguru. You eagerly unlocked your phone, equal parts missing him and annoyed if he did in fact agree to this stupid party Satoru was throwing.

Suguru: Hello beautiful~ just landed and waiting to deboard the plane. I’m assuming Satoru has already given you the invitation to his party, and yes, we are going. I bet you just tore through your closet trying to find something to wear and couldn’t find anything, so here’s some spending money to find a few good outfits for the weekend. Think of it as a bonus for all your hard work ;) see you later tonight.

Your mouth gaped at all the zeroes and almost wanted to send it back. Suguru paid you very well and even if this was a performance bonus, it was simply too much. Then again, he did promise you a weekend alone and instead you’re getting a lust filled weekend at Satoru’s mansion.

You quickly typed out a good-hearted reply, leaving out your disappointment in being lied to, as innocent of a lie it was. You’d get your revenge later tonight when he saw your outfit, and all the torture you’d put him through.

Suguru had let you know that he was running late and to go ahead and mingle without him. You begrudgingly entered the foyer of Satoru’s mansion and began the check in process. Your pockets, or lack thereof, were searched for weapons, generic NDA for Satoru’s protection signed, and then you were pointed towards coat check where you would pick up your relationship bracelet. Heels clicking on the marble floors, you stopped in front of the various ornate gold bowls filled with bracelets, checking the poster for color meanings.

Blue – happily taken

Red – unhappily taken

Green – single

Purple – open relationship

Orange – looking for a third

Black – its complicated

You chewed your lower lip as others began grabbing bracelets and putting them on, excitedly chattering to each other as the ventured down the candlelit hallway to the main event. You forgot to ask Suguru what color bracelet to get; would he even care what color you picked? Everything happened so fast over these past few days that you didn’t consider asking the question of “what are we” to Suguru. You glanced at your all-black lace outfit and figured to get something that would match; black bracelet it is. You could always swap it later if Suguru got grumpy, but then again…that would be his problem. He was fully capable of telling you about his stance with you.

You tied the bracelet carefully around your wrist and ventured down the hallway, noting that the ambiance definitely matched the theme, at least your loose interpretation of the theme. You pushed the heavy oak double doors open and inhaled deeply as the smell of incense and tobacco flooded your nostrils. Inside the dimly lit entertainment room, so many bodies were pressed together, laughing, kissing, drinking, and dancing, the dim light reflecting the light sheen across their lightly clothed bodies.

You quickly found the bar and ordered your usual cocktail, swirling the straw around until you found a familiar face at the end of the bar, looking absolutely miserable and out of place amongst the crowd of lusty and enamored lovers and friends.

“Nanami?” you laughed as he placed his head into his hands.

“Oh, I didn’t expect to see you here without Geto.” Nanami replied as he glanced back up, eyeing your figure not so discreetly.

“He is coming, just running late.” You replied as you hopped on the bar stool next to him. “Did you come alone?”

“Satoru dragged me along and promised to keep me company all night, but a pretty girl caught his eye and dragged him out back to…” Nanami quickly passed his finger under his nose and you grinned.

“Typical Satoru.” You glanced down the hallway towards a back room, probably where extra liquor was being stored for the bartenders easy access.

As if you cast a summoning spell, Satoru and an unknown girl come tumbling down the hallway, grinning from ear to ear. Satoru makes eye contact with you and Nanami before whispering something to the girl and she pecks his cheek before running off to god knows where.

“You made it!” Satoru cheered as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “Where’s Suguru?”

“Who knows.” You grumbled as you shoved Satoru off your shoulders, feeling his sweat drip down your own shoulder. “Gross, why are you so sweaty?”

“Got a little worked up back there.” Satoru winked as he turned to Nanami and grabbed his hand. “Let’s go take some shots until Suguru gets here!”

Before you and Nanami could protest, the bartender was called over with shots in hand, almost as if Satoru communicated via telepathy to bring your favorite liquor.

“Do you mind shots of vodka, Nanami?” you asked as you grabbed a glass from the small crystal tray.

“At this point, I’ll drink anything to make this idiot less annoying.” Nanami replied with a flat expression, grabbing two shots for himself.

“Hey! No one made you come to this party!” Satoru pouted as he grabbed his own shot glass.

You and Nanami glanced at each other before glancing at Satoru, who sheepishly rubbed the back of his head, knowing he always forced his friends to attend his parties. There was one instance where Satoru cancelled one of Suguru’s photoshoots by sleeping with the photographer the night before and fucking her so hard she couldn’t walk for a couple of days. That’s how bad Satoru wanted Suguru at his cat’s third birthday party.

“Cheers!” Satoru cried out as he clinked your small glasses together. “To friendship and ruining those friendships by fucking!”

You and Nanami almost choked at the last statement; what the fuck is Satoru on about now? You quickly downed the rest of your shot as Nanami threw back his second, his empty expression still on his face.

“So, black bracelet huh?” Satoru grinned as he playfully yanked at the knot on your wrist. “Does Suguru know?”

“Suguru is her boss, Satoru. You really need to stop prying into people’s private lives.” Nanami took a sip from his whiskey as he glared at Satoru. You noticed how Nanami glanced at your figure again, his eyes lingering on your lace covered chest as your cleavage spilled slightly over your corset.

You flushed, knowing that Nanami had a crush on you during your high school days. You both had bonded over the music you listened to, Nanami being the one who introduced you to all sorts of indie rock bands. Nanami now works as Satoru’s lawyer, which is how you met again as adults, at Satoru’s ridiculous parties that you always attended with Suguru.

“Oh Nanamin~ if only you knew what those two have been getting up to.” Satoru grinned as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

Nanami raised an eyebrow, not sure if Satoru was up to his usual antics of trying to get a rise out of people or if for once, he was being serious and you really were entangled with Suguru.

“We haven’t been getting up to anything.” You spat as you once again pushed Satoru off you.

“So, you’re actually single?” Nanami asked, breaking the intense, yet childish stare off you and Satoru were having.

“Um, well…technically, yes.” You stated with a sigh as you reached for your half empty cocktail.

“Suguru needs to hurry up and make it official.” Satoru leaned against the bar, motioning the bartender for another round of shots. “You don’t always get a chance with a woman like you.”

Satoru’s black sunglasses were perched dangerously on the tip of his nose, his crisp blue eyes drinking you in. When Satoru first met you, as Suguru’s plus one to a dinner party, Satoru wanted to fuck you immediately. Back then, Suguru would not have cared, your relationship not as developed as it is now. While Suguru did not disclose all the details of the past few days, he did disclose that he wanted to make things more serious with you. Satoru eyed up your delicate outfit once more, admiring the way the intricate lace wrapped around your curves and the heels you wore did wonders for your shapely, smooth legs. Satoru felt his cock harden in his pants as his eyes landed between your thighs, wanting nothing more than to bury his face between them and lap at your folds until you were screaming his name, Suguru an afterthought.

You and Nanami were engrossed in conversation, talking about work and what sort of classes and seminars you have been attending. Satoru cleared his throat and motioned towards the shots sitting on the tray.

“Round two?” Satoru wiggled his eyebrows at you as you reached for the glass and handed another to Nanami.

“Cheers!” you smiled as you clinked glasses with Satoru and Nanami and threw the shot back.

Satoru watched as you carefully licked the excess liquor off your glossy lips, your throat bobbing as you swallowed and tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. Satoru glanced at Nanami, who knew what he was trying to do, and mouthed “don’t do it,” but Satoru didn’t care. Suguru would forgive him for fucking his girl, right? They’ve shared girls in the past, maybe he would even be interested in sharing you.

“Hey! Want to dance with me?” Satoru asked you as he extended his hand out.

“Um, it would be mean to leave Nanami alone.” You glanced at Nanami who was angrily swirling his whiskey around the glass.

“Yeah, you promised to keep me company all night, Satoru.” Nanami replied sternly, once again shaking his head no.

Satoru grabbed a woman by the arm as she walked by and pushed her onto Nanami’s lap as he quickly facilitated an introduction between the two.

“Do you find him attractive?” Satoru asked the poor girl being forced to sit on Nanami’s lap.

“I—yes?” the woman replied, glancing up at Nanami who was flushed a dark shade of red.

“Great! You two can chat while we go dance!” Satoru grabbed your hand before you could protest and led you towards the dancefloor.

You glanced behind you and mouthed an apology to Nanami as Satoru interlaced his fingers with yours and led you further into the swarm of dancing bodies. You’ve danced multiple times with Satoru in the past, Suguru not being much of a dancer at parties. It was always playful and friendly, unlike tonight. Satoru pressed his body behind yours, hands on your hips as he led you through the music blasting through the speakers.

“You look really good tonight. Did Suguru pick your outfit?” Satoru whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine.

You felt Satoru’s hands move slowly up your waist, dangerously close to your breasts as he played with the lace fringe on your corset. You knew you should move away from Satoru, knowing he was drunk and high and clearly out of his mind. Why would he be flirting with Suguru’s girl? Wait…you’re not Suguru’s girl. You can have some fun, right? You turned around quickly, wrapping your arms around Satoru’s neck and tangled your fingers in his snowy white hair.

“Would it make you jealous if he did?” you questioned with a teasing grin.

“Hmm, I wish I could play dress up with you.” Satoru replied with a shrug. “I have a lot of outfits in mind.”

“Oh? Like what?” you asked innocently, knowing where this conversation was going.

You were scantily clad in the sluttiest lingerie outfit you could put together, trying your hardest to fit with the ridiculous theme. You even spent extra time on your makeup, carefully smoking out your eyeliner and eyeshadow to create a soft yet sultry effect. Your outfit left some to the imagination, but clearly Satoru had other ideas in mind for what he’d like to see you in, specifically his bedroom.

Off in the distance, Suguru finally arrived, dressed as slutty as a man possibly could on short notice, scanned the room for you, or Satoru, knowing the two of you wouldn’t be far apart. Suguru made a quick round of the room before ending up at the bar, making eye contact with Nanami, who looked equal parts annoyed and worried.

“Oi, Nanami.” Suguru waved as he sat in the stool next to him and the woman on his lap. “Oh, hello…?”

The woman on Nanami’s lap giggled, making an attempt to get off Nanami’s lap and sit in her own stool. Suguru could tell she was a little drunk, her movements slow yet clumsy as she steadied herself on the counter. After a brief introduction, Suguru moved his attention to Nanami, knowing that he would know where Satoru was.

“Have you seen Satoru?” Suguru asked as he adjusted the tight leather corset, he was wearing over his black silk blouse. “I tried texting y/n but they haven’t replied in over an hour.”

Suguru noticed Nanami’s eye twitch in annoyance as he cleared his throat and reached for his practically empty glass of whiskey. The woman that accompanied them quickly called for the bartender as Nanami clinked his empty glass next to hers.

“Satoru took her to the dance floor.” Nanami glanced ahead of them, pointing to the smoke-filled dance floor, bodies mingling together during an especially slow and moody song.

Suguru strained over the heads of the crowd to try and spot Satoru’s snowy locks, knowing you would be right next to him. His eyes locked on his best friends head, but he was not expecting the scene playing out before him. His fist clenched and unclenched a few times before he let out a slow, angry exhale.

“Suguru, he is pretty drunk and probably high. I don’t think he means to seriously try and get with—”

Nanami cut himself off as he saw Satoru dip you low, his face inching closer and closer to your neck. You giggled and tugged his hair closer, urging him on. Satoru licked his lips before pressing a chaste kiss on your neck, slowly sucking, and grazing the thin skin with his fang implants before gently biting.

“Thanks, Nanami. I’ll see you around.” Suguru quickly pushed himself off the bar stool and made his way towards his best friend and you, seething.

Nanami tried to grab for Suguru’s arm to try and talk him down, but instead yanked his poorly knotted bracelet off and held it gingerly in his hands, giving a tired sigh as he realized the color Suguru picked.

“What’s wrong?” the woman next to Nanami asked as she pushed his glass of whiskey closer to him.

“Miscommunication between lovers.” Nanami replied curtly as he set the blue bracelet on the counter. Satoru was going to get an earful once Suguru was done with him.

Suguru finally pushed his way through the crowd of bodies to where you and Satoru were swaying to the music in the middle of the dance floor, your arms wrapped around his neck and Satoru’s hands too close to your ass. Satoru noticed Suguru before you did and before he could deescalate and explain, Suguru was yanking your arm and pulling you to his side.

“Hey! What the fuck is your problem?” you demanded, thinking it was a random woman who separated you and Satoru. It wouldn’t be the first-time a past lover has interrupted you and Satoru’s dancing.

“We will talk later.” Suguru glared at you before casting his gaze to Satoru. “You, on the other hand, what the fuck is your problem?”

“Suguru, we were just dancing!” Satoru laughed as he rubbed the back of his head. “Like we’ve done a million other times! Relax, dude!”

“Is kissing and biting her neck part of dancing?” Suguru demanded as he pointed to the fresh faint red mark on your neck. You immediately went to cover the mark with your hand, but the damage was already done.

“I was just showing her the new fang implants I got for the party, see?” Satoru grinned and pointed to his fangs. “Listen, I might have gotten carried away but it’s a party! Plus, we’ve shared girls in the past before so I thought—”

“You thought that you could just seduce the woman I’ve been fawning over for the past year and asking you for advice?” Suguru spat, his fingers digging further into your flesh.

“Suguru, listen, I’m sorry—”

“Shut up, y/n.” Suguru pulled you closer to him, his grip on your side bordering on painful now as his nails marked half moon shapes into your skin. “Let’s go.”

“Go where?” you demanded.

“Somewhere to talk since there is clearly something I missed about us.” Suguru held up your wrist, your black bracelet dangling like a noose in front of you.

“I—”

“Back room, now.” Suguru began storming towards the private rooms in the back of the event room, you struggling with your heels to keep up without tripping.

“Suguru, let’s talk this out!” Satoru called out but Suguru ignored him.

You tried pleading with Suguru the entire way towards the private rooms, telling him that you didn’t think of Satoru that way, that you knew he was Suguru’s best friend, that you would never come between the two of them or do anything to manipulate his feelings. Suguru did not respond, only gripped your hand harder, practically throwing you through the entry of the private room before slamming the door closed and locking it.

Your heart was racing; the only time you saw Suguru this mad was when his goddaughters Nanako and Mimiko crashed his Aston Martin DBS into a parking divider on their way home from prom. He wasn’t mad about the car, but mad that they were so irresponsible and tried to drive while drunk.

“Suguru—”

“Did you want to rile me up like this?” Suguru interrupted, pushing you onto the velvet couch.

“No! We were just having fun dancing and got a little carried away, you know how Satoru can be!” you replied, tears brimming your eyes. “Please, I would never do anything—”

Suguru interrupted you by grabbing your wrist and pointing to the black bracelet delicately wrapped around your wrist. “And what about this?”

Before you could defend yourself, because technically you two weren’t together, but you weren’t single, Suguru pressed the flat of your palm to his clothed crotch, and you immediately blushed at how hard he was underneath.

“We aren’t together…technically…” you mumbled as he slowly dragged your hand up and down his erect cock.

“You’re right, but that doesn’t forgive what you did with Satoru.” Suguru said coolly as he pulled your hand away and interlaced his fingers with yours. His other hand cupped your chin and tilted your head up. “So, what are you going to do to get my forgiveness?”

You sucked in a breath as he yanked you to your feet, his face a couple inches away from yours. You blinked away tears, not knowing if you should be slightly terrified or turned on at the sudden possessiveness Suguru had over you. Suguru’s finger gingerly ran over your bottom lip before moving up and wiping a tear away.

“Anything you want.” You finally breathed; pupils blown out at the sudden lust that took over your body.

“So, if I asked you to go suck Satoru off in front of me, you’d do it?” Suguru asked, his expression flat and borderline unamused.

“What?! No!” you cried, squeezing his hand. “I…I only want you.”

Suguru pushed you back on the couch and moved his hand down to slowly unzip his pants, sliding them carefully down to his ankles and springing his cock free of his underwear. Your mouth watered as he slowly pumped his cock in his fist, not breaking his gaze from yours. You unconsciously licked your lips, not wanting to wait anymore.

“Prove your devotion to me, y/n.” Suguru stated as he propped one leg up on the couch to get his cock level with your mouth. “I want you to worship my cock.”

#cosmicdiamonds after hours #geto suguru x reader #reader x geto suguru #geto suguru fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #reader insert

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an assignment i must cope with

“The three readings this week agreed upon one simple idea: nearly everyone is capable of labor. Smith emphasizes the consistency of labor in which a participating member of society must contribute to the market, so as to embrace collectivism. A virtuous cycle begins. Marx shares a similar sentiment in that capital is limitless. There always exists a buyer and a seller, and I interpreted his critique as a comment on human limitations in their labor-power. Instead of naturalizing the idea of the market, he attributes it to a historical development in which commodities have gone through years of mistaken theory, according to Marx. Smith embraces individuals working together to build security in society while Marx critiques the means of production as an animalistic chase of money, which then relates to Weber’s essay on the protestants. They believe in sin, greed and money going hand in hand, but ultimately bending to the market. A question that I sat on while flipping through the readings stems from my ignorance of the philosophies in human motivation. If capital is limitless, not securely finite, how does one view equality when indulging in individualism? Rather than villainizing and attempting to stomp out the market, a focus on the individual in their natural instinct towards self-interest ensures a working market, but then exists those who fail to produce thus the struggle and crisis of capitalism begins. Are human limitations to be ignored?”

If you completely read my ramblings, you would understand that I know nothing at all. Purely auto-biographical and generic, but I can read across as ‘GOD CAN SHE SHUT UP!? She’s actually the worst, but she claims to be the best because she values THE SOCIAL LADDER.’ Whatever that means.

There are at least ten thousand hotter, more talented, greedier, more nihilistic, edgier, more profound ‘sad girls’ out there. I promise you, you are not the hot shit you so deluded yourself into thinking you are.

Because I look at you and see nothing but a pathetic attempt at redemption. So go on! Ignore my hand and seek out a bonier, more inviting hand as you see mine shake. Your outfit makes me cringe. My friends are cooler than you. We would spit on you if we saw you at Trans-Pecos. You would stick out like a sore thumb.

Perhaps I’m being too mean… But I realize that I’m not because I’ve met bitchier, more sinister little bitches. Except, I respected them as they wore cuter clothes than your long leather jacket. You must feel so NYC with that on. I don’t think I’m a bitch at all. Sure, I slink around the grimy gutters with a Marlboro Light, call myself a “Club Kid,” and stick around the DJs, but I am not at the same level of those bitchier, more sinister little bitches who wore cuter clothes. I am a step below, the writer who observes it all, and tucks it away for a later date. Like right now! As I type out this assignment I must cope with…

There is a greedy chase in this so-called ‘social ladder.’ It does not exist, yet everyone in the room realizes one thing when they talk to some Bushwick-ian looking freak, “What can they do for me?” When you enter some Dimes Square rooftop poetry reading, you sit back and wonder, “Did they get canceled? Does that make them more interesting?”

I have no clue at all what you can take away from this pathetic attempt at social commentary… Creative writing has been my ‘thing’ for awhile. Please don’t take that away from me… Just look at me and acknowledge that I’m fucking cooler than you. I am the micro-influencer you so desperately try to cling to.

This is creative writing and I did not mean a single thing I said, but I will post it anyway because I think you can laugh and roll your eyes with me.

Tell everyone about the horrible NYC take you read. Tell everyone about how I wrote a substack article on you! I am probably talking about you. Tell everyone about how delusional I am for even thinking this was okay! Afterall, I have no grasp on the human limitations on shittalking…

#writing #words

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tomorrowedblog · 2 years

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Friday Releases for September 23

Friday is the busiest day of the week for new releases, so we've decided to collect them all in one place. Friday Releases for September 23 include Lou, Don’t Worry Darling, Shovel Knight Dig, and more.

Lou

Lou, the new movie from Anna Foerster, is out today.

A storm rages. A young girl is kidnapped. Her mother (Jurnee Smollett) teams up with the mysterious woman next door (Allison Janney) to pursue the kidnapper – a journey that tests their limits and exposes shocking secrets from their pasts.

Don’t Worry Darling

Don’t Worry Darling, the new movie from Olivia Wilde, is out today.

Alice (Pugh) and Jack (Styles) are lucky to be living in the idealized community of Victory, the experimental company town housing the men who work for the top-secret Victory Project and their families. The 1950’s societal optimism espoused by their CEO, Frank (Pine)—equal parts corporate visionary and motivational life coach—anchors every aspect of daily life in the tight-knit desert utopia.

While the husbands spend every day inside the Victory Project Headquarters, working on the “development of progressive materials,” their wives—including Frank’s elegant partner, Shelley (Chan)—get to spend their time enjoying the beauty, luxury and debauchery of their community. Life is perfect, with every resident’s needs met by the company. All they ask in return is discretion and unquestioning commitment to the Victory cause.

But when cracks in their idyllic life begin to appear, exposing flashes of something much more sinister lurking beneath the attractive façade, Alice can’t help questioning exactly what they’re doing in Victory, and why. Just how much is Alice willing to lose to expose what’s really going on in this paradise?

Carmen

Carmen, the new movie from Valerie Buhagiar, is out today.

In a small Mediterranean village, Carmen has looked after her brother, the local priest, for her entire life. When the Church abandons Carmen, she is mistaken for the new priest. Carmen begins to see the world, and herself, in a new light.

Catherine Called Birdy

Catherine Called Birdy, the new movie from Lena Dunham, is out today.

The year? 1290. In the Medieval English village of Stonebridge, Lady Catherine (known as Birdy) is the youngest child of Lord Rollo and the Lady Aislinn. Her playground is Stonebridge Manor, a house that, like the family, has seen better days. Financially destitute and utterly greedy, Rollo sees his daughter as his path out of financial ruin by marrying her off to a wealthy man for money and land. But Birdy, like all the great teen heroines, is spirited, clever and adventurous – and ready to put off any suitor that comes calling in increasingly ingenious ways. Her imagination, defiance and deep belief in her own right to independence put her on a collision course with her parents. When the most vile suitor of all arrives, they are presented with the ultimate test of love for their daughter.

Shovel Knight Dig

Shovel Knight Dig, the new game from Nitrome and Yacht Club Games, is out today.

When Drill Knight and his dastardly digging crew blast apart Shovel Knight’s peaceful campsite and steal his loot, he grabs his trusty Shovel Blade and starts tunneling after them!

Meet new friends and foes, visit strange lands, and outfit yourself in your quest to keep the entire land from collapsing underfoot! Jump, slash, and dig your way down an ever-changing chasm of mystery in Shovel Knight Dig, an all-new Shovel Knight adventure!

U Wasn’t There

U Wasn’t There, the new album from Cam’ron and A-Trak, is out today.

#Games #Movies #Music #News

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jackalsprey · 2 years

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Chapter Two (god I need to think of creative chapter titles)

Mist.

Endless smoke, clouding the present, obscuring the future. Shadows, sinister and cunning, locked in an endless battle between the shimmering, graceful light. But both sides held dark flaws, making it impossible to choose only one to fight for.

Tension filled the air.

In this world, only one thing was certain.

War.

It was coming and soon. Between gods or humans, it was hard to tell. But it was inevitable.

One must always be prepared.

Ashari.

A sigh. “Shiva.”

A new image flashed across her mind: a young Hindu man, scrawny and pimply, on his ass in a dirty, graffitied alleyway. Three pseudo-gang members cornering him with switchblades. They weren’t tough. They were the kind to pick on the little guys. It was an easy fight.

The young woman stood from her crossed-legged seat and began power-walking off. She didn’t need directions. She already knew.

As she strode through the city, many passerby stopped dead in their tracks at the sight of her. They knew her name. They knew what she could do. And no one wanted to anger her.

Ashari (last name here). A towering, beautiful, yet terrifying being. About 5’10, with mocha-toned skin, a body strong and powerful. A ravishing, structured face marred only by a few dashing scars across her cheeks, framed by bright red hair strands that fell loose from her high ponytail. There were identical symbols under her eyes, the Hindi symbol for power. Even without those markings, her eyes got the message across. They were a stunning emerald green, slender and piercing, with lighter green flames for pupils.

Her attire was simple, a brown long-sleeved crop top, rough brown battle pants, and knee-high brown combat boots. The only thing about the outfit that could be considered flashy was her belt, a thin golden strand with two side loops on her hips and an emerald set in the middle.

A powerful woman, equally terrifying and beautiful.

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“Oi!”

The three muggers turned around at the sound of the new voice.

“The hell was that?” One of them muttered.

“Eh, don’t matter,” his companion to the left, with a snake sleeve tattoo, seemed to be the strongest out of the three. “C’mon kid, just hand over the wallet and no one has to get hurt. Well, not on purpose.”

“The only ones getting hurt here will be you three,” the same female voice called. Ashari rounded the corner, startling the three out of their skin. They simultaneously went bone white.

“Your atmans reek of bad life choices. If you had any honor, you would be trying to find a fair fight instead of acting like overgrown schoolyard bullies.”

The one with the tattoo growled under his breath, trying to bluff his way out of this. . “Really? That a challenge, sweetheart? Well, get over here and we’ll show you what a fair fight looks like.”

An audible sigh. “Very well.”

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It was three on one. The wannabes didn’t stand a chance. She pummeled them into the ground before any of them even had the opportunity to hit back. After she’d tossed them like a salad in under five minutes, everyone made like eggs and scrambled.

Ashari.

“What is it now, Shiva?”

You went rather overboard, don’t you think?

“How? They attacked an innocent man. I gave them what was coming to them.”

Retribution is only such when the punishment fits the crime. They deserved a fight. You gave them a massacre.

“I did what I saw fit,” she replied, leaving the alleyway. “What’s done is done.”

Perhaps, but it should serve as a lesson to the future. You must allow yourself self-control.

“Self-control?” Ashari scoffed. “If I had done everything I wanted, those three would not be able to walk as we speak.”

You have allowed yourself to become reckless. Have the events of the past truly affected you so badly as to become overzealous? You have nothing to prove.

“No one ever said I was trying to prove anything!”

Really? It seems that what was said at that-

“Shut your mouth and leave me alone, Shiva!” Ashari snapped. “You ordered me to act in the name of justice and I did! Why should you complain this much about something you wanted to happen in the first place?!”

With that, she shoved the god of destruction to the back of her mind and continued onwards. She had no time for this.

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FINALLY I POST A NEW CHAPTER OF AN ORIGINAL THING

Yeah, you probably don't remember what this is, but it's my original story! The Pharaoh! And now we have our other MC besides Kaiba, Ashari! For those who are confused, Ashari is a Hindu demigoddess, the daughter of Ashwatthama, and the vessel/partial incarnation of Shiva, god of destruction. They interact often and occasionally, Shiva takes control of her, but all in all, they have a working partnership. Here's part 1 if you can't remember.

#thepharaoh #ocs #original content #original story

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writerssnippets · 2 years

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Unscripted

The prisoner had been sitting idly against the wall when the dark-clad figure entered. The solitarily confined inmate had seemed tired, his black hair somewhat bedraggled and his eyes shut in silent slumber, but the sound of footsteps seemed to revitalize him instantly as said eyes snapped open, his sharp blue irises darting towards the bars that kept him locked away. He rose to his feet in a manner that might have been described as reverent if not for the slow smirk that spread across his features as he dusted off his black leather clothing, his movements allowing the torchlight to flicker off of the golden accents. He towered over the other, his length only accentuated by the fact that he was thin enough to come across as underfed.

Not unlikely, in a prison cell that had been abandoned for well over a century.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen one of your kind around here,” the prisoner mused as he approached the bars, the figure on the other side coming to a halt in front of his cell, “a Player, huh? Few make it this far, you know.”

The Player turned to face him, and a less experienced person would have flinched at the sight of their face. It was a blur of static, constantly obscured by glitches and inconsistencies. They wore a hood that hid the phenomenon in shadows, but the prisoner’s keen eyes could still discern the emotionless square pupils that glowed faintly beneath, as well as the erratic flashes of the veil of anonymity.

The Player was silent at first, as though deliberating how to respond. The prisoner eyed them patiently, his gaze never still for so much as a second as it flickered from the Player’s non-descript cloak to their muddy boots, resting momentarily on their belt as he searched for a weapon, but found none. His eyebrows quirked imperceptibly upwards, but before he could voice his observations, the Player spoke.

“I’m not here to chat. Give me what I want, and I’ll leave.”

The prisoner let out a dry laugh. “All business, are we? Come now, why would I be eager to lose the only company I’ve had in decades?”

The Player showed no emotion, their voice equally neutral as they continued.

“Where is the Hidden Palace?”

A disappointed huff sounded from the prisoner’s lips as he brushed aside an errant strand of black hair. “Now why would I tell you that?”

The Player’s snarl echoed hollowly down the hall, prisoners shifting anxiously in their cells at the discontented sound. The prisoner in front of them didn’t seem fazed, however, as he crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.

“Oooooh threats,” he replied mockingly, rubbing a hand over his clean-shaven chin, “very impressive. Tell me, handsome-- do you know why our people refer to your kind as Players?”

The Player didn’t respond, and the prisoner leaned closer to iron gate between them, clenching a hand around the bars as he spat his words with a sneer. “It’s because that’s what you do. You lie, you manipulate, you kill and you steal. You play people, and I’m not about to participate in your little game.”

The Player was fast, almost too fast to see. Their hand was but a blur of static as they grabbed the collar of the prisoner’s sleek outfit, pulling it towards themselves so that his face was pressed against the bars, choking as his own attire forbade him from breathing. There was no gloating, no eerie chuckles or sinister smiles, only the same monotonous voice as the Player restated their demands.

“The Hidden Palace. You know where it is, do you not? Tell me.”

The prisoner slammed his palms against the bar in a wordless surrender, staggering backwards as the Player released him from their iron grip.

“You drive a hard bargain, Player,” he spoke wryly, rubbing his throat as he attempted to regain his lost breath, “alright, I’ll tell you where the Palace is. Do you have a map?”

Without a word, the Player drew a map from the backpack slung over their shoulder, holding it open in front of the cell as the prisoner stumbled back towards the divide between them.

For a moment, the prisoner hesitated. He could feel the power coursing through his veins, just below the surface-- he could take the Player, easily. All he had to do was release it--

He pointed at the lonely mountain marked as the Ruined City on the map.

The Played nodded, rolling up the map once more and returning it to their pack. Then without another word they turned on their heel, tracking dry mud along the hallway as they left the prison.

The prisoner sighed in frustration, letting out a cathartic yell as he slammed a fist into the wall beside him. Cracks formed in the cement, a shiver running through the ancient cell, and the inhabitants of the neighbouring cells mumbled anxiously to themselves. The leatherclad prisoner ran his fingers over the cracks pensively and sighed once more, this time in resignation. He watched as the cracks flickered momentarily, before seeming to repair out of their own violition, leaving the wall perfectly intact.

He could have struck out at the Player. He could’ve tried to steal the keys, or manipulated them by sending them in the wrong direction, or simply busted the wall.

But that would’ve meant going off-script. And if there was one thing he knew, it was that going off-script was a very, very bad idea.

Especially for an NPC.

#i really wanted to animate this but i have too many animation projects already #so i decided to just write it instead #anyway i might write some more parts to this #but i really wanna finish Seal The Deal as well heh #writing #story #short story #videogame #NPC #sci-fi #magic #prison #prisoner #Player

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notnctu · 3 years

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jaehyun: the charming

━ welcome home to housemating smut series :)

☆ click the link above to read background info about this housemate!

☆ GENRE: smut, pwp ☆ DETAILS: fem!reader, college!au, housemate!au ☆ WARNINGS: explicit language, nicknames, dirty talking, possessiveness, rough sex, praise kink, oral (giving and receiving), spitting, choking, unprotected (wrap up yall!!) ☆ WC: 4.1k ☆ SYNOPSIS: A harmless game of Truth Or Dare with your housemates reveals Jaehyun’s true desires and has him eyeing you the entire night.

☆ AUTHORS NOTE: this is the only part for jaehyun ! sorry for the long wait,, i started this during my writing hiatus and did not have much motivation to finish it since its been really difficult to write smut lately :/ regardless, i hope you can leave me some feedback if you liked it <3 doyoung’s part will be the next in the series once i get to it !

“If you could kiss anyone in this room right now, who would it be?” Johnny beckons his drink to Jaehyun, who blinks at him with knitted eyebrows and a quizzical expression.

It’s one of those rare nights where all your housemates are home and Doyoung is actually out of his room to participate in everyone’s foolishness. All six of you sit comfortably in the living room as the fifth round of Truth or Dare commences.

You share the large couch with Jaemin and Haechan, sandwiching you in between them happily. Doyoung, Jaehyun and Johnny are seated in their own respective chairs that circle the tiny coffee table in the center.

And if your housemates could be any more distracting, Jaehyun sits laid-back without a shirt on and grey sweatpants that fit loosely on his legs, manspreading as if he has all the space in the world. His soft hair falls messily around his face from constantly running his hands through it and his abs flex without him needing to do much.

It’s hard not to stare, but no one in the room calls you out for doing so. They’ve all stared at you plenty enough times on other occasions, so it would be hard for any of them to give you a counterargument. Jaehyun simply looks good enough to devour, and he can say the same for you as he steals sly glances your way.

Every subtle connection of smoldering eye contact sends a thrill down your core, and the smirk paired with his dotted dimple has you swooning for him over and over. Jaehyun knows every way to drive you wild without needing to say or touch you.

It’s unbelievable how that man has only allowed you to see his intimacy once with the way he whistles whenever you walk down the stairs in a cute outfit or how often he compliments your butt just for the pure satisfaction of you having one. Despite having the highest body count in the entire house, he has great self control and never comes off as being too needy.

And every time he is needy, he already has another girl in his room to satisfy him. So, this never gave you another opportunity to sleep with him as much as you wanted to. If you weren’t so bashful, you might’ve had enough courage to just walk into his room and ask.

Nonetheless, here you both are: sitting across from each other during a slowly escalating game of Truth or Dare and eyeing each other every chance you can get.

“Shouldn’t you ask y/n that question?” Jaehyun mumbles, finding Johnny’s question rather ridiculous since the ratio in the room is 1 girl to 5 guys and finds no curiosity to know how bad of a kisser the rest of his housemates are. “I think you’d rather know her answer than mine.”

You clear your throat when every attention is drawn toward you, expecting you to give a truthful response when it isn’t even your turn. “What if I didn’t pick truth?”

“You want a dare?” Jaemin rests a hand on your bare thigh and turns delightfully toward you with a dark mischievous gleam in his eye.

Gulping, you try your best to diffuse the situation. “It’s not my turn.”

“I’ll give my turn to you.” Jaehyun smiles and proceeds to gesture toward you to speak.

Bewildered, you’re looking to Doyoung to protest about such unfair grounds of switching the rules. However, he doesn’t say a word, shrugging it off like it’s not a big deal. “You’re all unbelievable.” You scoff sarcastically.

“C’mon, it’s just a friendly game. Everyone wants you to go.” Haechan clicks his tongue out of impatience, the anticipation practically suffocating the whole house.

“Ask me when it’s my turn.” You stand your ground and send Jaehyun a quick glare.

The tension drops instantly from the stiff atmosphere. Haechan’s groan erupts beside you as he sits back against the couch with his arms crossed.

“Okay, buttercup. I’ll answer Johnny’s ridiculous question, but know that I have a good one for you.” Jaehyun leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees with his hands clasped together loosely. “I’d kiss y/n.”

Your breath hitches, but no one else is actually surprised by his answer. “Yeah, I’d kiss y/n too if this was my selection pool.” Doyoung remarks with a roll in his eyes.

“I mean,” Jaehyun sits back coolly in his chair, hands stretched behind his head and every muscle flexed in view. Every movement has your mouth watering at his impressive body on display. “Even if we were playing with other people, I’d still choose y/n.” A dimple smile causes your heart to beat rapidly.

Johnny scoffs, “if we circled up all your flings, you’d still choose y/n?”

Jaehyun ponders the hypothetical for a second, but his eyes land back on yours and every hesitation disappears. “Yeah. She has the softest lips.” He says, very matter of fact.

Your fingers unconsciously graze against your lips briefly, before you clear your throat and shake away the power of his arousing words. “Okay, okay. Let’s move on?”

“Okay, y/n. Truth or Dare?” Jaehyun picks this open opportunity to bring the attention back to you. Your housemates wait patiently for your choice, with eyebrows raised in the thick tension that this simple game has built up.

With shifty eyes and a dry throat, you mutter. “Dare.”

There is a notable sparkle in Jaehyun’s dark lustful orbs. “I dare you to kiss the person that you think is the hottest in this room.”

“Well, it would be difficult to kiss myself.” Rolling your eyes, the edge in your tone is enough to make the rest of them snicker.

“I’m done after this round. It’s always the weirdest twists whenever we play games like this together.” Doyoung crosses his arms, throwing a small fit at the request.

Johnny smirks, “because you know y/n wouldn’t kiss you?”

Doyoung’s mouth opens to protest, but he falls short of a defensive response. He takes his defeat and slumps back against the chair, pouty and grumpy. “Just get it over with and kiss Jaehyun.”

With a turn of events, you get up from your spot on the couch. Jaehyun follows your every move, your stare never leaving his own. Like a lost puppy, you lead him into thinking the kiss would be for him. However, you lean forward and hold Doyoung’s chin gently, planting a soft kiss on the equally shocked boy.

“I think Doyoung is the hottest because he treats me with the most chivalry.” The sweetness that taints your mocking words has Doyoung turning red and Jaehyun turning into stone. The charming smile that lights up your darkest parts is gone, and Jaehyun blinks back at you with a tight jaw.

Jaemin and Haechan read the room too well, excusing themselves before the tension reaches its peak. Doyoung gulps, glancing between you and Jaehyun, and awkwardly makes his way back to his room. Johnny chuckles at the abrupt end of the night, patting Jaehyun’s shoulder lightly before also heading up to bed.

Every next move is crucial. With your weight barred on your left leg, you cross your arms with as much attitude as you can to push Jaehyun’s buttons further. “Jaehyun, if you really wanted a kiss, you could just ask me without wasting a turn.”

“Where’s the fun in that, buttercup? You clearly like testing your limits.” His voice drops at the end of his sentence. Jaehyun stands up, approaching you slowly. “But if you want my attention, you could just ask me without trying to make me jealous.”

His boldness catches you off guard, leaving you a bit speechless to formulate a proper explanation. Your hesitation gets caught in your throat when Jaehyun lightly places his hand on your waist. “It’s late, we should probably get to bed.” His raspy baritone cadence rumbles your chest.

Fingers graze his arm softly, but he pulls away before you can get a hold of him. “Are you actually going to sleep?”

Jaehyun walks to the bottom of the staircase, motioning you to walk first. “No, I’ll be up thinking about you.” A smirk finishes his sensual taunt and you cautiously head up the stairs.

He follows directly after you and a whistle escapes his lips. “Have I given you your daily ass compliment yet?”

“Got one this morning.” With each step, Jaehyun is quick to match.

“Well, you look amazing everyday.” He meets you at the top of the steps and when you’re ready to part back into your room, he stops you. “Where’s my kiss goodnight, baby?”

You can’t possibly count the numerous times you’ve rolled your eyes being around him. “In my room, if you dare wish to enter.” Though your statement was clearly sarcastic, Jaehyun raises an questionable eyebrow.

“I’ll only come if you let me in.” His innocent eyes do not match his sinister tone and his hidden innuendos.

“I guess I always go into your room, it would be nice to have a change.” Taking his hand, you lead him down the hallway. The doors of your other housemates are oddly closed, but you figured they wanted some privacy. His warm hand feels rough against your palm and your heart drums as you two inch closer to your bedroom.

Jaehyun gently closes your door and examines your room as if he’s never been inside. “Don’t be a stranger.” You say, dropping his hand and sitting at the edge of your bed.

“Do you leave your underwear drawer open for all your friends to see?” He snickers, his pinky holding your special red lace panties up in the air. Your eyes go wide as you quickly yank the material out of his possession and shove the cabinet closed.

“I wouldn’t have figured you were the nosey type.” You grumble, but he takes this close proximity to pull you into his bare chest. His firm hand gives your ass a soft squeeze.

“It was quite obviously on display.” His dark whisper sends a chill down your spine and butterflies to swirl in the pit of your core. The faint smell of his body wash suffocates you all around and his sultry stare has you melting in his hands. It is so difficult to resist him, you want everything that is Jung Jaehyun.

Your words are quite possibly caught in your throat, but the hesitation does not show in your expression. Lightly, your fingertips trace the outline of his biceps and his dark stare follows every drag. Admittedly, Jaehyun will find any excuse to grab your attention. Call him possessive for no good reason, but something inside him bubbles with envy whenever your other housemates even leave a lingering stare.

Although he’s not the type to be vocal about it, his facial expressions speak volumes. May it be his competitive nature, but he can’t let the others have you. You have unknowingly become off-limits to the rest, but frankly, you don’t care all too much. Your prize is already in front of you.

“Are you going to kiss me or do I have to wait all night again?” With every will, you try your best to control the nervous tremble in your bold rhetorical question.

Jaehyun wastes no more time; soft lips crash into your own and you feel like you’re floating. Only he can make you feel this way. Hands in hair, the tug on his fresh locks has him moaning through the kiss. Jaehyun loses himself in you, rubbing his semi-hard cock against your thigh and gripping your ass harshly in his hand.

Every drip of saliva is swapped in the mess of your connected mouths and you’re reminded of how rough this man enjoys to be. Your knees buckle at the thought of him and Jaehyun is quick to hold you up, placing you strategically at the end of your bed.

Pulling away, he stands in front of you with the largest dick print against his sweatpants, along with a small wet spot. There are no bashful words exchanged as the room is filled with heavy breathing and sultry looks. Jaehyun guides your hand to his waistband, silently waiting for you to free him.

Looking up at your beautiful boy, the neediness of release almost ruins his perfect charming look. Hair is tousled wildly across his eyes and his bottom lip escapes underneath the top row of his pearly teeth. He just looks so fucked out already, you can’t imagine how much he was holding back earlier.

You pull down enough of his pants for his dick to spring up right in front of you, not expecting the lack of underwear. Your small gasp cause him to chuckle, pushing the back of your head forward toward his hard cock. “Surprised?”

“You weren’t wearing underwear the entire night?” You question him as your hands cup his balls. A sharp intake of breath is his only response before he can compose himself.

Through gritted teeth, Jaehyun stutters, “Like you were?” He throws his head back when your warm tongue flicks against his throbbing red tip. Every vein in his arm and neck pops on display as he grabs a hold of your hair.

“You wouldn’t know.” You snicker, running your tongue up and down his shaft. Jaehyun looks back down at your piercing eyes and his dick right above your cheek.

A smirk grows devilishly, “I’m about to find out.” Pushing your shoulder back gently, your back lands comfortably on the mattress. Your heart is racing as Jaehyun gets down on his knees, situating himself in between your open legs.

“May I?” He asks, warm hands on your inner thighs as he patiently waits for your answer.

“Yes.” Jaehyun pulls your shorts down to reveal your favorite comfort cotton panties that have faded from their original color. Naturally, you grow embarrassed and quickly slap your legs closed before Jaehyun can process.

He blinks at you questionably, quite taken aback by the abrupt motion. “Are you okay?”

“Let’s just say I wasn’t completely expecting to sleep with anyone tonight. I’m not quite prepared down there.” Your gaze drops and you anxiously fist your sheets in your sweaty hands.

Jaehyun nods, understanding your implications. “I don’t care about those things. You are…” landing a quick peck on your bare knee, he rubs reassuring circles with his thumb. “.... the prettiest baby ever. And if you’d let me, buttercup, I want to make you feel good.”

He has always been suave with his words, as if he knows the handbook to get butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Slowly, your legs open back up before him and the slightest groan rumbles from his throat.

The wet patch on your panties is hard to ignore and he’s mesmerized, to say the least. He peels down your underwear and uses his thumb to spread your lips. Leaning forward, Jaehyun lightly licks at your erect clit and your twitch in response is enough to feed into his ego.

He dives hungrily, eating you out until your eyes roll to the back of your head and your back is arching off of the bed. He flattens his tongue against you, pushing in and out of your dripping hole in a rhythmic motion. His nose is deep in your skin, intoxicated by your arousal, and his eyes are drinking up your uncontrollable reactions.

It’s as if electricity shocks through your lower half. The pleasure that comes with every lick and sweet suckle has you panting for more. His name echoes from your tender lips while Jaehyun inserts two fingers to stretch you out. The initial ache subsides into an indescribable pleasure; it’s the feeling of being full of anything mixing with the sensitivity of tongue against clit that has you practically on the verge of release.

Jaehyun isn’t going to give it to you that easily. The moment your moans grow bolder, your legs begin to shake, your hand putting a little more pressure on his head, he pulls away and gets up. A desperate sigh crushes your chest as the build up leads to dissatisfaction. Jaehyun wipes his chin with the back of his hand, his two fingers glistening before being shoved into your own mouth.

“That’s my good girl, give yourself a taste.” His hot words cause you to flood a bit more, the feeling of wetness pooling at your core. However, you two toy each other with no end as he is provoked by the way your tongue sensually swirls around his digits and how your hips keep squirming closer to the edge. “How badly do you want to get fucked?”

His firm hand holds your moving hips into the bed and you’re aching to be filled with his dick. He’s so hard that it slaps against his abdomen, red tip and spewing precum. Nonetheless, his self restraint is quite strong as he notices the defeat in your expression. Enough teasing, your body wants him endlessly.

“Jaehyun, I want you to give me all that you got.” At the end of your request, he enters you slowly with a breathy moan. The stretch is much more than his two fingers, causing you to squirm and wiggle. Inch by inch, Jaehyun fills you to your brim and pauses for you to adjust to his size.

“Fuck, it’s been awhile since we’ve slept together. I almost forgot how tight you are.” How could this man possibly smile with so much innocence while saying such foul things? The next action causes you to go a bit dizzy as he spits down at your clit and rubs it lovingly with his thumb. You practically see stars on your mundane ceiling.

He starts moving his hips, deep long thrusts pulling out to only sharply fill you up again. Jaehyun is relentless as every thrust forward has you moving more and more up the bed. Your legs are pressed against your chest, folding you over to hit your sweet spot. When his tip grazes upon the greatest feeling ever, your grip on the sheets grows tighter and he’s smirking at how your mouth hangs open in pure ecstasy and shock.

“You’re so good at taking my cock.” He pants, moving faster than before. “My baby hasn’t been fucked properly in a while, has she?”

You’re at a loss for words at every drag and push. Regardless of you wanting to speak, no words seem to make its way out. Jaehyun narrows his eyes at you, dark grin and a menacing taunt in his low voice. A chuckle begins his sentence, “I know… it’s hard to talk when you feel so good right, buttercup? I can feel you getting more excited down there.”

Placing your legs around his waist, he leans down over you. His sneaky hand travels up your torso, giving your boobs a light squeeze through your shirt. Then, he wraps his hand around your neck gently and carefully, only applying enough pressure to drive you wild.

He breaks his rhythm, reverting back to the previous slow pace. Something about the way you feel around him, hot and tight, needy and wet. Jaehyun just loves how your body reacts.

The feeling of soreness occupies your lower half and you’re more than certain it’s going to be rough tomorrow morning. Every thrust is agonizing, yet powerful enough to be felt in your guts. Jaehyun never fails to leave an impression.

Through your moans, you manage to stutter out his name. “Please, harder.” Jaehyun picks you up, hands supporting your butt and pressing your back against your door. Placing your legs down, you’re standing up right facing him with a confused expression at the change of location.

For a brief moment, his lustful glare is warm and friendly. It’s the same look that greets you in the car when he drives you two to campus. It’s the one he often looks at you with across the dinner table, usually accompanied with his robust laughter. Jaehyun looks at you as if he’s only ever seen you.

However, his next words are far from romantic and his hand finds its way to your throat, pinning you up against the cold door. “I want them to hear how good I fuck you.” Them. The rest of your housemates. Knowing that the house is far from soundproof, Jaehyun wants everyone to know how enthusiastic he makes you feel.

“But--” As you begin to protest, he drives his hips up and nestles into you. His free hand grips your waist steadily as he barely pulls out, fucking you deeper until you feel him at the pit of your stomach. There is no ability to hold back your pleasure, moans just naturally fill the room and bounce off every wall.

“Cum for me, I know you’re close.” Jaehyun has no intentions to stop, the feeling of both releases being at the tip of your tongues. “Be the good girl that you are and cum for me.”

The small bubble inside of you is ready to burst. Jaehyun sucks on his fingers to coat them with saliva and reaches down to stroke at your clit. Like a switch, your internal light bulb explodes and every spark of electricity fuels your every vein.

Your orgasm electrifies you, causing every limb to shake uncontrollably and sporadically. Jaehyun keeps thrusting up, helping you ride out the intensity of your high.

“There you go, baby.” A small kiss on your shoulder, he pulls out and the emptiness is felt immediately. Getting on your knees, you take his cock in your mouth to help him finish. He rests his fists on the door, hovering over you as his abs flex beautifully under the fluorescent light. Hollowing out your cheeks, your throat invites him deeper and this causes him to mindlessly thrust into your mouth.

Jaehyun sounds breathy above you, whining about how close he is to cumming. Silence in the room has been replaced with his heavy pants and soft groans, the sound of suckling and slick saliva droning out anything else.

“Fuck, y/n.” He says, as he holds your cheek in his palm and maintains eye contact with you through his brown locks. The view of his dick being swallowed up in your mouth is more than enough to drive him to his edge, strings of cum coating the back of your throat from his release. The saltiness immediately hits your palette.

Jaehyun tosses his head back until the satisfaction dissipates. Slowly pulling himself out, he moves quickly to find you a tissue. For a moment, neither one of you speak as he silently dresses himself and you wipe the remaining spit off of your lips.

He helps you up from the floor, lightly dusting off your bare knees for you. And he says something to break the slightly awkward atmosphere, “are you kicking me out like you do with the rest of your hookups?” Jaehyun laughs, wide smile and dimples deep in his soft cheeks. The glow in his skin radiates in the dimness, he’s a sight that’s too difficult to look away from.

“Did you want to stay?” Tossing on a pair of fresh underwear and pajama shorts, you have a vague memory of Jaehyun holding you after your first fuck together.

Though Jaehyun is your friend before anything else, he responds like every other hookup unsure about the next steps. He shrugs, turning around and tapping his back for you to hop on. “I’ll take you to the bathroom to wash up.”

Jumping on his back and wrapping your arms around his neck, he carries you down the hall to the shared bathroom. “You didn’t exactly answer my question.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, knowing how embarrassed you are going to be the next morning when facing the rest of your housemates.

“I know you’re just going to come into my room anyways, right?” He sets you down and the door to the bathroom swings open to reveal an equally surprised Haechan.

“Shit, you two scared me.” The dramatic boy rests a hand on his chest to calm his startled heart. “You might want to air out the bathroom before doing anything in there.” Jaehyun and Haechan share a laugh as you groan, irritated by the putrid fumes that cursed the poorly ventilated bathroom.

“You’re so gross.” You say, punching Haechan jokingly on the arm.

“Says you.” Haechan pauses to poke at Jaehyun’s bare chest, “and you. We are never playing Truth or Dare ever again.”

“Don’t hate the players, hate the game bro.” Jaehyun snickers.

Haechan pays no more attention to the two of you, back turned and hurrying into his dark room. “I do hate the game now!” He yells in a whisper, shutting his door to end the conversation. You sigh out of relief that Haechan didn’t press for more details or jokes.

Housemates, you never know what adventures you’d run into with them. Nonetheless, you don’t mind and getting to see a shirtless Jaehyun parade around the house is always a treat.

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YOU BUY A PLUSHIE OF THEIR BEST FRIEND

characters ♡ iwaizumi, kenma, akaashi & tendou

tws ♡ graphic plushie abuse and parent!reader in akaashi’s

HAJIME IWAIZUMI

♡ honestly, you saw the oikawa plushie sitting in the window of some sports shop in the mall which you rarely visit

♡ and that same morning you had heard from iwaizumi that oikawa would be in town and visiting y’all tomorrow, so what would be a sweeter gift to give a rich volleyball player than a miniature version of himself?

♡ hence you bought it without a second thought (well, trying your best to ignore the ungodly price they had plastered on a glorified piece of stuffing)

♡ in fact, you also thought it would be cute to show iwaizumi since he hasn’t seen his best friend in years! perhaps he’d appreciate the little token of fame that displayed how far his childhood teammate has come

♡ but you couldn’t have been more wrong

♡ like you even went to the effort of showing it to him while he is cooking bc that is when he is most peaceful, but no.. he was still annoyed

♡ but he wasn’t irritated for long, bc who could stay mad at such a cute face? (don’t ask whether he means your face or the plushies lol)

♡ however, even if he drops the “argument” (parenthesis bc it was just banter disguised as a quarrel), the oikawa plushie will still likely be defaced within the next 1–3 business days

♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥

“ew, what the fuck is that!?”

“it’s oikawa.” you hummed, gaze flickering between the plushie and iwaizumi’s utterly disgusted expression. honestly you couldn’t see anything wrong enough with the plushie to merit such large reaction; the eyes were a bit cartoony but other than that, it was cute!

“exactly. get it out of my house before i throw it in here.” he spat while motioning to the pot of boiling rice, attention hastily fixating on the steam rising from the water, rather than having to view that thing any longer. “how much was it?” he muttered, hesitant to even imply that he was the slightest bit interested in it, but his curiosity was strong.

“expensive.” you croaked while averting your gaze, staring at the bubbling pot and smiling as if you didn’t notice how he was glaring you down, out of the corner of your eye. “but whatever, it’s not for you, anyway. it’s for him, and i’m sure he’ll appreciate it.”

iwaizumi rolled his eyes and scoffed, which is seemingly all he has been able to do since he laid eyes on the plushie, “put the receipt next to my gym bag. i’ll return it on my way there tonight.” he said in an oddly flat tone, which contrasted with the exaggerated gasp that was ripped from your throat.

“no way!” you pressed the back of your palm against your forehead while lifting the plushie in an exaggerated manner; if he was going to make a big fuss over a piece of stuffing, you may as well be dramatic too. “just because minikawa is better at volleyball than you, doesn’t mean you have to be envious of him. i love you both equally.”

catching on to what you were doing, iwaizumi first had to suppress an chuckle before snatching the plushie from your clutches and holding it above the pot of boiling rice; poor minikawa’s fluff being dampened by the steam. “let’s see if he can swim.” he tried to utter in the most sinister tone possible, but failed as you both had already burst out laughing.

once he was able to catch his breath, he retracted his arm from above the pot and casually threw the plushie back to you, “here.” he said gruffly, as if he hadn’t just been cackling like a maniac a few seconds ago, “but if you’re gonna give it to him, at least let me sew the thing a better outfit first.”

you hummed, raising an eyebrow before glancing at the plush, scanning it’s attire and realising it was wearing his blue, argentinian uniform. immediately figuring out what he meant, your nose scrunched with joy, “it’s fine, i’ll sew a small seijoh uniform right now. you work too hard.”

iwaizumi chuckled, reaching backwards to slip a strong arm around your waist and pull you forward, planting a kiss on the first place his lips could reach; your jaw. followed by sensual whisper, close to your ear, “thank you, angel.”

KENMA KUZOME

♡ okay it really depends which bsf you buy — kuroo or hinata

♡ but realistically, why would a plushie of kuroo exist? he’s literally an employee at japan volleyball association (or an pornstar/tax evader depending on what manga panels you’ve been looking at)

♡ meanwhile hinata is a pretty famous athlete, so it’s not surprising when you find a plushie of him for sale on amazon

♡ kenma had entrusted you with the task of finding “a few cute gifts” to give shōyō when he comes to visit

♡ you had bought all the usual stuff like soaps and flowers, also you had the idea to buy a customised MSBY jackals bottle opener and towel, so you thought you were set

♡ but you had never ran to the virtual check-out faster than after you saw that plushie

♡ (also since kenma is famous too bc he is a stock trader/CEO/youtuber, there is probably a plushie of him for sale on amazon too — along with kageyama — and all three of them were in the “frequently bought together” section)

♡ kenma is terrified

♡ it didn’t bother him too much at first; he acknowledged that he thought it was creepy but he decided not to mention it since it wouldn’t be his problem for long anyway

♡ but then you arranged all the gifts in a hamper, which you placed on the vanity which sat directly across from your shared bed

♡ so when he woke up in the middle of the night and took a small sip of water, he caught a glimpse of the plushie and it’s beady, dead eyes staring him down and he literally screamed

♡ it wasn’t loud enough to wake you up but it still left his throat sore for the next week, and he spent the rest of the night hidden under the sheets, almost suffocating

♡ when he told you to get that gremlin out of his room and you asked why, he almost had a breakdown trying to explain that he wanted the plushie gone without admitting that he was scared

♡ because if he did — since he married a menace — he’d probably end up finding ten other plushies around the house, in the most unsuspecting places and it’d give him a heart attack every time

♡ one eye open when i’m sleeping 👁

♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥

upon ripping open the parcel that had just arrived, you immediately sprung to your feet and rushed to kenma’s office just to show him the adorable item you bought.

he owns a small suction cup sign which he sticks to his door whenever he is streaming or simply does not want to be disturbed, so when you notice that the sign wasn’t up, you barged into the room with the most cheesy grin gracing your features and the plushie hidden behind your back, “guess what?”

“you bought something.” his gaze remained fixated on his PC screen, yet he replied without missing a beat.

“correct!” you announced proudly, noise scrunching with delight, “it’s for hinata, and i think it’s so perfect.”

before kenma got the chance to utter a single question, he flinched along with his desk as a large item was slammed onto the surface. turning to look at the source, his hairs jumped to stand on their ends as he met the lifeless eyes of a ginger goblin; he could’ve sworn he saw hellfire in it’s inky pupils

“perfect?” he questioned, voice being reduced to a hoarse whisper.

“yeah,” you trailed off, noticing how his expression fell into a grimace, “don’t you like it? look what it does!” you tone was still surprisingly lively as you pressed it’s stomach, and hell broke loose. it sounded like hinata’s bathroom song being sung by a choir of devils; the noise caused kenma involuntarily cringe and avert his wide stare, yet he could still see out of the corner of his eyes that you seemed to be.. content? pleased with the chorus of ungodly screams? wearing a cute smile too? were you both hearing the same thing?

left speechless, all kenma could think to utter was a brief, “okay.” before returning to his work. if he didn’t care about you deeply, he’d have thrown the thing out the window by now. but he doesn’t want you to think of him as irrational or manic, so he forced his mouth shut and glued himself to the chair. in fact, he was too paralysed in fear to even move his arms; bonus!

happy with the response, you picked up the plushie and began heading for the door, but kenma couldn’t help but snicker at how you held the wretched thing dear like a baby when it was literally the visual manifestation of sin.

“alright, kenma.” you peered over your shoulder and playfully blew him a kiss, which he reciprocated — he basked in your radiance, even if it was over a cursed gift, “i’ll let you get back to work. but remember to take a break soon.”

you reminded him, since he had a tendency to overwork himself (when he wasn’t procrastinating) and he nodded, letting out a small sigh as you closed the door behind you. he wasn’t exactly sure how he was going to break it to you that the plushie was a bit freaky, but that was a problem he could deal with later. perhaps he’ll surprise you with a new car and then — while you’re overwhelmed with joy — he’ll ask you to take it on a test-drive to the incinerator and throw the plushie inside.

KEIJI AKAASHI

♡ the most supportive boyfriend <3

♡ even if the plushie is literally terrifying, he will try to fix it with marker or just sew/knit a new one

♡ and if y’all have a kid/baby he will show it to them and be like “look! it’s uncle kou..”

♡ and while the baby is all happy and content, he’ll take a video and send it to bokuto, who replies with a video of him making funny faces, for akaashi to show the baby

♡ either way, akaashi will be pleased...

♡ ...until his kid starts carrying miniature bokuto everywhere

♡ and whenever you try to take it off them to wash it, they immediately start wailing

♡ it was endearing at first; how they were cuddling with the plushie almost all the time, and how akaashi had a bunch of pictures of mini-bokuto in the most random places bc your kid refused to leave it at home (including the aquarium, the mall, the cinema and the supermarket, sitting on the shelf amongst the towering diet coke bottles)

♡ but it got to the point where you were both afraid that they’d never grow out of it..

♡ but fortunately, once bokuto actually came to visit y’all — and your kid got to see uncle kou in the flesh — they kinda left their plushie in favour of the real deal

♡ even when bokuto had to go back home, your kid spent so much time playing with the toys he brought, they pretty much forgot about the plushie all together

♡ benefits of tiny child brain 👍

♡ but what you and akaashi failed to consider, was the fate of the grimy, tattered bokuto plushie once your kid had given up on it

♡ it was in too poor condition to give to charity, so that only left you with one option...

♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥

“i suppose this is goodbye.” you monologued, watery gaze fixated on the torn plushie in your hands. well, your hands that were protected by two layers of disposable plastic gloves, of course; there was no way in hell you’d touch that thing with your bare palms. not when it was covered with grime, dust, filth and memories.

“don’t be so dramatic, sweetheart.” akaashi chuckled. though he found it endearing that you were almost as attached to the plushie as your baby was, he simply couldn’t bare another second so close to the object without some sort of nose plug; it reeked.

as you stared dejectedly down on the plushie hovering over the endless trash void, akaashi considered swatting the plushie out of your hand and into the garbage to spare some time, but he didn’t dare to touch it without hand protection. “why are we still standing here?”

you sighed, turning the plush to face him with it’s beady eyes, “look, it’s so cute. plus our baby adored it so much, maybe we should keep it for memories’ sake?”

“or maybe we shouldn’t.” akaashi reached up to squeeze his nose shut, which conveyed to the point he was trying to prove.

“yeah.” you said nonchalantly as your grip on the object loosened, allowing it to fall from your hand and join the rest of the trash. though your stare was filled with sorrow, akaashi appeared as though he couldn’t care less, but he did try to force a frown for your sake.

his gentle touch lingered on your back, opposed to holding your hand, “i’m glad our house is free of that stink.” he mused, planting a brief kiss on your cheek before walking inside, likely to feed the baby.

needless to say, you both spent the rest of the night looking through his gallery of photos with the baby and their ex-best friend.

SATORI TENDŌ

♡ worst mistake of your life

♡ he’s a menace

♡ makes it his personal goal to put the poor ushi plushie through everything

♡ at first he did exclusively evil stuff; like putting it through the blender, the washing machine, the oven, encasing it in chocolate etc

♡ like it is wasn’t even for stress-relief or anything- he just thought it was funny

♡ (he even opened up a secret tiktok account to showcase his shenanigans @ushiwakasmoothie )

♡ (and he’d send the tiktoks to ushijima like “yo dude, this guy on tt is DESTORYING your plushies” and ushiwaka is 99% certain it’s tendou making the videos but he still replies “Haha! 😂” )

♡ but eventually you convinced tendou to be nicer

♡ (so now that he is a changed man he has to make a new account for his cute photos @ushiwakaismyson )

♡ and his feed is mainly comprised of the plushie doing nice things like drinking milkshakes, going on walks, doing yoga, enjoying a bubble bath — generally just the opposite of the hell he was put through earlier

♡ and the account probably becomes really popular too bc who doesn’t want a picture of mini-ushijima riding a toy tractor as their homescreen?

♡ ultimately, all good things must come to an end, though

♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥

trying to take a nice skyline photo with the plushie sat on the balcony railing of tendou’s penthouse wasn’t exactly a smart idea. but who’s to say any of your ideas ever were?

“more to the right.” you mused, staring at the scene through your phone camera, trying to capture a gorgeous shot of the horizon while also keeping the plushie as the focal point.

in tandem with your request, he adjusted it, but not without tossing his head back and letting out an exasperated groan, “my arm fucking hurts.”

yet all you could do was giggle, “i’m almost done.”

“really?” his eyes practically lit up with joy as he jolted to his feet and let go of the plushie in favour of running behind you, peering over your shoulder to peek at the photo you had yet to take.

“i said almost.” you grumbled, just about to snap a shot until a large gust of wind caused your hair to flew over your eyes. once it ceased, time seemed to slow down as you both watched the plushie lose balance on the thin railing, stumbling backwards on it’s uneasy feet until it was gone, over the edge.

the look of concern you both shared after watching the object quickly disappear past the glass barrier quickly morphed into one of stifled delight, “what the fuck—” you cackled, tears brimming at your lashline.

“there he goes!” tendou had to rest a hand upon your shoulder to stop himself from keeling over with laughter, “oh, god—”

this went on for a while until you were both able to successful stand up and repress your snickers enough to form whole sentences again, “should we maybe head down and grab it?” you inquired politely, only to be met with a roll of tendou’s eyes as he guided you back instead.

“nah, it’s fine. he had a good run.”

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