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maxislvt · 11 months

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oh this! her accidentally blushing her hand against your bulge or sneaking into the teachers bathrooms just to corner professor!r

warnings: smut, unspecified age gap, amab!reader

she's such a freak and a pervert, I have Thoughts about her

She isn't the slightest but shy about her feelings for you and all her friends have to suffer the consequences. I just imagine her as one of those people that call their older crushes like "blorbo" and shit like that. All her friends think she's fucking delusional 😭

wanda: they're so babygirl with their little coffee order and pastry :(

natasha: are you aware that your "babygirl" pays taxes

sam: I hope they're married with at least 3 kids

wanda: I'll be a great stepmom!

You can tell Wanda has feelings for you, but don't really say anything. You've been teaching for so long that you just accept that at least one person you teach is going to want a relationship with that's not entirely appropriate, even if it's just them wanting to be friendlier than they should.

A lot of Wanda's Deranged is from a distance at first. Maybe you caught vulgarly offering you a blowjob but it was in the middle of class and there were 50 other people in the room so you assumed she was joking around into her friends. (it was entirely directed at you)

After a while, she gets really bold and decides to be more up front. However, she's completely insane so this manifests as her "accidentally" sending you a very detailed love letter in place of a writing assignment. You're flustered as all hell but find it actually impossible to stop reading. It's so horny that you end up rock hard by the end of it.

You just email Wanda telling her to resend the proper assignment and don't mention it. Wanda can tell you've read because you can't even look at her. She takes this as you just being shy so she just keeps pressing your buttons. Her clothes get tighter, more revealing, and a lot shorter. You're ashamed to admit it catches your attention every time. Wanda comes to your office hours and you're absolutely useless because you're just a stuttering mess

Wanda can only wait so long before her perverted tendencies get to the best of her. That's exactly how you end up fucking her over your desk the first time. It's literally the last time you have any control in that relationship. You were just so pent up and frustrated — it seemed like the best solution in a weird way

Obliviously giving her what she wants doesn't make her stop. Wanda just wiggles her freaky little way into your heart and boxers but you grow to love her despite how unhinged she can be at times. Wanda does have pretty serious feelings and once you start to accept her affection it just grows. She plans out little dates and trips for when breaks start. They're a bit out of the way for secrecy sake but they're all worth it

The only exception to that secrecy whatever unhinged and deranged information she sent to her friends

wanda: ttyl, gonna take professor ___ on a date later than eat their ass

carol: I asked if you wanted to go see the new mission impossible???

Wanda takes you to an arcade for your first date together. It's technically a little creepy because you've only talked about liking videogames and stuff like that once and it was during the first class you'd ever taught Wanda in. The two of you have fun, especially you because you absolutely smoke Wanda at all the games. (the subsequent ass eating was a little passive aggressive though)

You may be older but Wanda definitely takes the lead during sex. She'll hide under your desk when you don't have a class just to edge you while you're grading papers. Wanda won't let you cum unless you've graded a certain number of assignments before her next period. It does wonders for your productivity.

Wanda wants you to call her some title of authority in bed. She's shooting for you to call her mommy but she'd settle for something like a master/mistress. You refuse to call her mommy because she's younger than you but she makes you see the error of your ways eventually. (she edges you until you give in)

Wanda loves using toys on you, especially when she's pegging you because you get so overstimulated fast. You're normally so composed and professional all the time, and she wants to be the only one to see you an absolutely mess.

She tried putting you in a cock cage once but it lasted all of one day. Surprisingly, she's the hornier one between the two of you and it just kept getting in the way of what she wanted to do to you. Wanda does occasionally threaten you with when you're being too prudish

Unrelated but Wanda accidentally graduates with a minor in whatever you teach because she kept taking your class every year 😭

#panther speaks #anon #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff headcanons #panthers headcanons

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tarousbaby · 6 months

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NINE-TO-FIVE !

FUSHIGURO TOJI STORY

work colleagues trope !

kinktober day five!

squirting, public sex, verbal degredation, rough sex, very uncleanly sex, daddy kink, he spits in your mouth

masterlist <3

in your line of work, you'd only heard bad things about the sorcerer killer but after a particular boss had hired you both, you quickly found out all the secret pleasures he kept hidden.

word count: 2531

working with fushiguro toji, the sorcerer killer, was nothing like you had expected it to be. he was big, you knew he would be, but he wasn't aggressive which was the biggest surprise.

his larger than life body would loom behind you as the two of you walked, his thick palms brushing yours, and presence of his cursed energy hanging over you like a thick blanket. it was almost comforting in a way, to be protected so fiercely and casually at the same time.

your ability to track was impeccable, which made working with toji unbelievably easy for him. you found the target, he killed the target. the mutual exchange was easy, and you found yourself going from being a tag-a-long to being toji's partner in crime in a way.

business men soon realized, toji worked better with you, and you worked better with toji. they bought your servitude was a package, and the two of you would pool the money together.

but you weren't a fool. you knew just how dangerous he was, you witnessed it first hand regularly. the massive amounts of raw power he held in just his pinky finger was incredible. not even a level one jujutsu sorcerer could hold their own against him, maybe not even a special grade.

it was rare, considering he had no cursed energy, but not impossible. so, you were wary and did your research. you knew he was a zenin, you knew just the mention of his family name had targets trembling. and yet, he acted nothing like the zenins you'd met. nothing like naoya, at least.

he wasn't nice by any means, or respectful but he was better. he understood your cursed technique, respected it, and trusted you enough to get the job done. he let you get close, familiar, and in the rare occasion he managed to get hurt he'd come to you.

working with toji was amazing. large bounties, harder targets, the thrill of it all. so, when you get the email that you have a new target, you hop onto it immediately.

"there you are," toji drawls, slumped in a chair. his smirk is small, but you still catch it, sending one of your own smiles back. "thought you were about to back down on me."

the man, whatever pig that had hired you both, looks between you. he looks a little lost, but his lips are pressed tight. you hum, pulling out your chair. "wouldn't miss it for the world."

toji clicks his tongue, and leans back. "couldn't miss my face, right?"

you scoff. "you wish."

the man blinks, finger crossed in front of his mouth. he opens his mouth, beginning to speak when toji pushes up. "just give us a name, we don't need a debrief if we got her."

he stutters, looking over to you, brows furrowed. clearly, he hadn't done his research. you tilt your head, expression patient but expecting. he licks his lips, a drop of sweat clinging to his forehead. gross.

the man stutters through some name that toji jots down with a pen on the inside of his arm. then, he points to the door and you know it's your cue to go.

"i already have the rooms set up," you say, pulling out the keys to the hotel you'd just checked into. "only one room. wanted to save some money."

"fine with me," he says, and takes them from you.

he, in turn, offers, "wanna get something to eat?"

you grin. "definitely. i'm starving."

you sit in the damp hotel room, windows pulled open to try and air out the scent of mildew. your legs are crossed as you sit in the center of the bed, your laptops pushed in front of you, and multiple city hall files surrounding you. toji had oh so kindly stolen them before you'd returned.

you thumb through the man's criminal record, trying to see if there was a way you could frame the crime scene. most times, these people had a long extensive record which made it easy to blame their deaths on some petty revenge of some rival.

toji dropped a bag of greasy fast food into your lap, and you looked up, mouthing a quiet 'thank you'.

he hums, and rounds the bed, sitting on your side. his hand dips into the bag in your lap, and pulls out a few fries. "anything good?"

you shrug. "mostly small gang violence, nothing big. i still have another page though. there was some charges of assault and battery last year though."

toji rolls his eyes. "that ain't shit."

you nod, dog-earing a page and typing a few notes onto your file on your laptop. information was important to keep on hand. you bite your lip.

"get me a fry, will you?" you ask.

toji does, reaching into the bag again and pulling one out. he answers your silent command when you open your mouth, placing it between your teeth.

you bite down, but some salt spreads across your lips. toji's reaction is immediate, his thumb swiping away at the glistening dots, before flicking them off into the back. you ignore the way your gut burns.

toji heaves a little, flinging a severed limb back to the mangled mess that was your targets corpse. his black hair sticks to his forehead, a little bit of sweat accumulated on his brow.

"didn't know he'd have bodyguards," he muttered, lips twisted into a frown. "probably got a tip about us."

except you aren't really focusing on what he's saying. instead, you're focusing on the splashes of blood soaking into your shirt.

"ewww," you groan, waving your hands, "you got his blood everywhere!"

toji raises one unimpressed eyebrow, arms crossed. "is that seriously what you're going to complain about right now?"

"yes," you stress with a huff, "this was one of my favorites."

toji rolls his eyes, leaning against one of the walls. he looks back to the pile of corpses, and wonders, "should we keep the head? he didn't say whether we should or not."

"i don't know, and i don't care. you owe me a new shirt."

toji groans, running a hand through his hair. "get over it, you have plenty of money to buy a new one now."

"as if," you mumble, "i'm relying on the paychecks i get from you killing people."

he pushes himself off the wall, takes a few slow steps up to you, and takes your shirt by the ends. he inspects the blood, dabs at it with his thumb, before letting it go.

"just take it off," he says, "i'll get you the money for a new one."

"i can't just take it off," you say, "i'll get arrested for public nudity!"

toji looks around the dingey alley the two of you are in. there's no sounds, not even the faint sounds of music from the nearby club. there's one flickering streetlight a few blocks down. not a single soul in sight, or curse.

"there ain't no public to see."

"that's not the point," you grumble.

toji's patience is clearly wearing thinner, and you aren't quite sure what he's gonne do until he's pulling off his skintight black shirt and handing it to you.

you stand there, frozen. your eyes are glued to his body, unable to look away from his sculpture. his abs are hard, but you knew that through his outline. his muscles are even more chiseled up close, his pecs large and strong.

your mouth watered a little.

"are you going to change or not?" his rasp draws you out of your stupor, and you blink slowly before reaching for the shirt. you then look back to him, expecting him to turn around but he doesn't.

you swallow, long and hard. you take your shirt off, careful to not let the blood-splashed fabric touch your face. your skin prickles with goosebumps against the cold air. you did have a bra on, but it didn't do much to cover your skin.

as quickly as you could, you slip the shirt on. it wasn't nearly as tight on you. toji's eyes lift to your face, and he wipes the blood off his palm onto his sweatpants. then he reaches forward, and his hand comes to cup your hip.

you arch into his grip instinctively, pressing your chest to his without thinking. toji lets out a low chuckle, and his hand slips down and gives your ass a firm squeeze.

without thinking, you let out a startled gasp.

the smell of irony blood, and toji's natural musk fills your nose. toji's scent isn't bad by any means, just strong. your head buries into his chest as his other hand comes to the small of your back, pressing in and forcing your arch a little more.

"you're so desperate," he laughs, "pushing against me like a bitch in heat."

you glare up at him, but it quickly melts away upon seeing his smirk.

you knew very well how attractive toji was. beautiful had to be a genetic thing when it came to zenin's. his deep green eyes, his inky black hair, his pale cream skin.

there was always this push pull thing. you’d dip your toes into the water, see how far you could push him. you’d never thought you’d get this far, feel his hands dip down your back.

toji takes your jaw in one hand, and pulls you up for a searing kiss that makes your mouth ache. it’s messy, and wet, and you can smell the iron wafting off the blood on his hands.

it’s not what you’d imagined, and yet it still manages to be better to every daydream you’d ever had. nights spent, hands clamped between your thighs, coated in slick, imaging it was his thick muscle instead.

“fuck,” you murmur against his chest, breath hot.

“if you wish,” you can hear the amusement in his voice, but it’s nothing compared to the pure desperation in yours. you want him—no—you need him.

his thumb slips into your mouth, pulling your jaw open. you only have a moment to realize what he’s doing before he spits in your mouth and says, “swallow.”

you do, not really tasting it but wrinkling your nose anyway. his hand then shifts to your shoulder and forces you to your knees as he leans up against the stone of the wall behind you. you understand immediately.

you fumble with the strings of his sweatpants before looping your fingers under them and tugging them down along with his boxers.

he’s big, you’d be a fool to think he wasn’t, and your cunt gives a pathetic pulse. you’re soaking through your panties just thinking about it.

you spit into your hand, tojis saliva still on your tongue and use it to lube up your hand. slowly, you work your way up his shaft, your other hand reaching back to grip his thighs.

you give a small lick to his tip, feeling his muscle shudder and flex under your touch. you take his tip into your mouth, sucking softly before letting it go with a pop.

peppering kisses down his length, you reach the base, before licking one long stripe up and taking him into your mouth. he’s already unbearably hard.

you can feel him in the back of your throat, and his groans fill your ears. you begin to work your way up and down him, shifting your head and unlocking your jaw in order to take him fully. his hand comes to your hair, pulling at your hair, nails digging into your scalp.

he’s so big, it makes your head spin.

unsurprisingly, he takes your hand and begins to thrust into your throat. you try your hardest not to gag, tears pricking in your eyes and clinging to your lashes.

after a few minutes, he pulls off, a thin trail of spit connecting your puffy lips to his cock. he taps it on your lips with a chuckle, before aiming down and cumming with a moan over your neck and collarbone.

“need you,” you whine, “please, toji.”

he helps you up, but in a moments notice he’s picking you up, hands underneath your thighs. he pushes your back against the stone, and the cold prickly wall cuts into your back through the thin shirt.

he rubs at your pussy with his duck through your leggings, watching as the dark spot on your grey leggings grows and grows.

“such a filthy girl,” he mutters against the shell of your ear, pulling at the band of your legging and letting it snap back against your stomach. you whimper, biting down on your lip.

“want you in me.”

toji grins against your neck, and sucks a big bruise into your flesh. he licks up your neck, up to your jaw. then, he finally pulls down your leggings and pantie.

the cold air bites against your skin, raising goosebumps but the warmth of toji quickly envelopes you. his dick pushes between your lips, rubbing against your clit and eliciting small hiccups of moans from your throat.

“please!” you sob, cheeks flushing red. “i need to cum!”

he clicks his tongue. then, he shoves two thick fingers into your pussy, making you scream. your shriek echoes throughout the alley, but you regard for other people dissapears.

his fingers curl inside you quickly, trying to stretch you out as quickly as possible to give you what you want. his thumb rubs at your clit at the same time, his dick leaking precum over your thigh.

“c’mon, daddy, wanna feel you!”

you can see the switch happen in toji, watch as his eyes darken and his posture tenses.

toji rips his fingers out, drawing a whine from you. his face buries into your breasts, forehead resting against your collarbone.

his cock pushes into you, hitting your g-spot immediately. he was skilled, he’d fucked before. he knew how to make you cum and make you cum quick.

he fucks into you rapidly, and you’re practically bouncing onto his lap. your arms wrap around his neck, your head falling back as he lifts his head to suck more bruises into your skin.

you cum, in one short scream that has your entire body shaking with the aftershocks. “haah—oh fuck, toji, ‘m cumming, ‘m cumming!”

he groans, long and loud against your jaw. he presses a kiss to your lips to shut you up. you squirt, for the first time in what felt like forever, all over his abdomen.

tojis only fucking you for a few more seconds before you feel his cum spilling up inside you. you slump, body limp and struggling to keep locked around his body.

“fuck, you’re such a slut, you know that right?” toji laughs, wiping at the sweat on your neck.

“only for you,” you pant, as he lets you down. your legs wobble, like a baby deer first learning how to walk, but you manage to pull your clothes back up.

toji stares you down, then stares at his bloody clothes, then at the corpses. “we’re fucking disgusting.”

you grin, and pull him out of the alley. “yeah, but we knew that already.”

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autismtana · 6 months

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so you wanna write a heartbreak high fic, but you're american...

As an Australian who writes fanfic for Glee (which is American), it's interesting seeing kind of the opposite thing happen with Heartbreak High, which is very much an Australian show (even though there's a couple things here and there that I'll get into in this post), and I thought I'd offer my perspective as someone who grew up and went to school in Sydney (and is also very autistic and detail-oriented). I think this might be the first time an Australian teen drama has gone mainstream, but there's a lot of specific cultural things in Australia that tend to get lost in fanfiction.

So, without further ado, here is your guide to how to write about high school in Australia (or if you just want to learn about Australia, here tis).

(Disclaimer: this is mostly based on my experience living in NSW where Heartbreak High is filmed and set, but there might be some subtle differences in other states)

{This is a photo from Maroubra Bay High School, which doesn't exist anymore and is now the location where Heartbreak High is filmed}

Basic things: The school year starts at the end of January and ends in mid-December, and is broken up into 4 10-week terms, with two weeks holiday between each term and 5-6 weeks at Christmas. We're in the Southern Hemisphere, and February is an absolute nightmare weather-wise. In New South Wales (NSW), you're in primary school from years K-6 and high school from years 7-12. People generally refer to the grade they're in as "year #" or sometimes "grade #". If you go to a public school, it's usually with kids from your local area. Primary schools are usually called [Suburb Name] Public School (sometimes there's a "north" or "west" or even a street name instead; high schools are generally [Suburb Name] High School. School starts around 8:30 and ends at around 3. There's recess in the morning (usually around 11am) and lunch in the afternoon (usually around 1-1:30pm). Kids will either bring their own lunch or buy from the canteen, which these days is generally meant to be "healthy". The legal drinking age here is 18; that being said, it is not illegal for parents to let their children drink alcohol at home under their supervision (so if a 16-year-old's dad lets them have a beer at home, they're not going to get charged with supplying alcohol to a minor). Drinking culture in Australia is pretty feral and pretty much every social gathering involves alcohol. The youngest you can be to start school is turning 5 on or before the 31st July and the latest you can start is the year you turn 6; most parents, particularly those that are more well-off and can afford that extra year of preschool/childcare, start their kids the year they turn 6 (even if they turn 6 in January), so most teenagers will turn 18 during year 12 (which generally involves, parties, drinking and pubs). I did not. I turned 18 the day after O-week at uni ended, which is my villain origin story, but in some instances, a kid who is a month away from turning 19 will be in the same year 12 class as a kid who turned 17 four months ago without having repeated any grades.

Language & Slang: Australian slang is so niche that I'm just going to link you to this document, but just be aware that some of this shit is outdated and not used by anyone not named Alf Stewart, so use your better judgement. Thongs are a pair of shoes. Prawns are seafood (not shrimp; no one says "throw shrimp on the barby"). Australians swear a lot. Some of my favourite swears are "get fucked", "fuckwit", "fucknuckle", "shitcunt" and many others. We use "cunt" as a term of endearment and often use "mate" to be as passive aggressive as possible (call your mates "cunt" and cunts "mate"). Nobody fucking says "g'day mate" (and, while we're at it, nobody fucking drinks Fosters).

Uniform: Hartley High is a non-uniform school. This is actually extremely rare in Australia and I think there's only like 1 or 2 mainstream schools in NSW with no uniform. The vast majority of Australian schools have uniforms ranging from the typical stuffy blazer-and-straw-hat combo at the likes of Shore and Scots to a simple polo shirt and footy shorts/trackies in your average rural or regional public school. In the original series from the 90s, it's established that the school did at one point have a uniform that was a plot point in an episode where Nick Poulos (the main character at the time) is elected class captain to the chagrin of conservative teacher and football coach Bill Southgate. Other schools in the area would probably have a uniform; the school where it was filmed is now closed, but I did find a picture that shows what the uniform once looked like (see above).

Geography: Hartley High is located in the South Sydney/Eastern Suburbs area, so feel free to incorporate a little Rabbitohs/Roosters rivalry into your fic for that extra bit of authenticity. We play rugby here, which Australians also call "footy". Australian Rules Football (AFL) is also colloquially called "footy", which can get very confusing. Private schools (like the one where Darren's fuck buddy Jacob goes) tend to favour rugby union. Pretty much everyone (and I mean everyone) has a rugby league team they support. For example, I'm a Rabbitohs supporter, my mum is a Cowboys supporter and my dad is a Broncos supporter. There's also State of Origin, which is NSW vs Queensland (basically you support the state you were born in but some people jump on the Queensland bandwagon whenever they're winning ... fuckwits).

Classes and Timetables: Timetables here operate fortnightly, so it's not overly common to have the same class at the same time every day. Generally there's a rollcall class in the morning for 20 minutes where teachers do things like read notices, hand out notes and check uniforms and phones (I'm pretty sure the NSW education department actually just banned the use of phones in schools), then you'll typically have two classes, then recess, then another two classes, then lunch, then maybe one or two classes followed by home time. Here is a summary of everything kids in New South Wales have to learn in high school: Stage 4 (Years 7-8): English, Maths, Science, HSIE (History/Geography), TAS (e.g. cooking, sewing, metal work, woodwork, digital technology), CAPA (generally just music and art but can also include dance and drama), PDHPE (theory and prac), LOTE (my school offered French and Italian, but there's a massive variety of languages on offer and a lot of schools actually teach the local Aboriginal language). Stage 5 (Years 9-10): English, Maths, Science, HSIE, PDHPE and electives. The number of electives that can be chosen vary from school to school, but some popular examples are PASS, Art, Drama, Music, Food Tech, Metal, Woodwork. Some schools offer things like STEM as an elective and others offer, say, two electives and have all students undertaking some kind of STEM class. What my school did was offer four electives - two for year 9 and 10 and then two for just year 9 because Australian History and Australian Geography would take up those extra two timeslots. I chose Music, Italian, Drama and, for some reason, extension maths. Stage 6 (Year 11-12): this is the lead up to the HSC, and it's where things start to get complicated so ... everyone has to study English (Advanced, Standard, Studies, Extension and EALD) and I think Maths (Advanced, Standard, Extension and a course called Numeracy which is more everyday numeracy in society), then a whole bunch of subject choices that can be found here, and the HSC has no requirements as to the types of subjects you can study (e.g. there's no language requirement, science requirement etc. like in the US; you got that shit out of the way in stages 4 and 5). There are also VET subjects that give you a TAFE qualification when you finish them which is nice (most popular one is Hospitality). Then you get your HSC at the end of year 12.

This was so long that there is going to be a part 2 (apparently there's a lot to know about living in NSW and going to school there and it's longer than 4000 characters), so stay tuned for things like student leadership, sport, extracurricular stuff, uni (this is probably the area that's the most different from the US) and whatever other extraneous things I can think of.

#heartbreak high #fanfic advice #life in australia #basically a guide to how to write about school in australia if you're american

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starry-blue-echoes · 1 year

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So not an au but a hc that Gio is terrible at math

Like my boy dropped out at like 15 and i doubt he had amazing attendance before that. Is he as bad as Narancia no (but i also hc the reason nara is so bad at math is that he has undiagnosed Dyscalculia (number dyslexia))

Gio was just getting by with like 6th grade level math skills but for awhile no one finds out because gio is pretty smart in general and knows alot of history, science, and literature so every just assumes this goes for math too. That is until Narancia ask gio for help on a math problem

Nara was doing so independent study (aka fugo needed a minute to calm down) and was doing set of equations fugo had set up when he got to one he was struggling with. Not want to bother fugo before he had fully calmed down he asks Gio for help instead.

At first he just asks if he knows the answer and gio hesitates before apologizing saying he didnt know the answer off the top of his head. Which caught the attention of everyone else in the room (bruno, fugo). But didnt raise any red flags cause while it wasnt a particularly hard problem not everyone had a calculator in thier head like fugo. But then nara just hands him the paper and poor gio doesnt know how to get out of this one and just stares at the equation.

Now everyone is watching him when gio goes. “ sorry nara i cant seem to figure this one out math was never my strong suit”

Fugo: but you do know math right gio

Giorno: of course

Fugo: do you know the quadratic formula

Gio: i know plenty of formulas

Fugo: what is the quadratic formula

Gio:

Fugo: whats the square root of 16

Gio:

Fugo: how do you add fractions

Gio: carefully

So anyway narancia gets a study buddy and at first fugo had hoped gio could help keep narancia on track but it turns out theyre even more frustrating together and every lession end with at least 3 stab wounds

(Bruno is also bad at math but he gets a pass as the adult of the group, fugo is handling all the gangs finances)

Y E S

the whole time Fugo is very aggressively teaching them Bucciarati is just awkwardly standing off to the side sweating and hoping Fugo doesn’t notice-

And Fugo’s just. So Fucking Tired Please For The Love Of God Let Him Rest-

#oh my god I’m LOOSING it #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #golden wind #vento aureo #jjba part 5 #jjba giorno #giorno giovanna #jjba narancia #narancia ghirga #jjba fugo #pannacotta fugo #jjba bucciarati #bruno bucciarati #bruno buccellati #sb answers #reggie trying thier best #humerous #canon filling

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dogwatch05 · 2 years

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Human: The Space Dog Chapter 5

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So this thing has been way way way back on the back burner, but chapter 5 is in fact here. Sorry about that. Anyway, college classes have decided that homework is the way to go so that's why I haven't been posting lately. That and procrastination. I also said it would be out hopefully by the end of the month on Feb. 28. My apologies that it is now some point in May and only now being released. Another post will be coming out shortly after this one, so stay tuned.

Montressa walked down the hallways with Frantal and Torell following her. When they approached Frantal's room, Montressa inspected the door way and control tablets for damage. Seeing none, she waved Frantal and Torell into the room. Once Torell had settled Frantal down into the room, she turned to him.

"Torell, did you lock the door behind you?"

"I don't remember. I think I did. It's possible I didn't. I was preoccupied with my annoyance and frustration."

Montressa nodded, "All right, remember to lock it next time you leave. And turn the camera on, it should be working now. We don't want him getting out again."

Leaving Torell to take care of Frantal, Montressa went back to her office. While she walked, she thought of the past few minute's events. Frantal somehow escaped his room, found his way to the hydroponics bay, scared, but didn't injure, the workers there, didn't react negatively to the aggression being shown to him by the Komdos, but did react negatively toward F'rangel yelling at Torell. Negatively, yes, but not aggressively. Even when F'rangel tried to kick him, he simply swayed to the side. And after all of that, he still followed her out of the bay and back to his room with nothing more than an annoyed or upset growl.

Perhaps there was more to Frantal than met the eye. The Beast Master had said that Frantal was a dumb brute, but Montressa had the same opinion of the Beast Master. It was possible that Frantal had just leapt at the door and hit the sensor on accident, however, Montressa had a gut feeling that Frantal was much more complex than that.

When Torell, F'rangel, and Montressa sat down to dinner later that evening, Montressa was expecting an outburst from F'rangel about Frantal. She was pleasantly surprised to find that F'rangel was content to sit in moody silence for most of the meal. At the end of the meal, F'rangel simply said, "I want that beast kept supervised. Do what you want with it, just keep Torell and the crew safe." Montressa nodded her thanks. Had F'rangel wanted, he could have easily had Frantal dropped at the next habitable planet.

Montressa stayed up late that night working on tests and challenges that would hopefully push Frantal's mental abilities and show her just how much more there was to him.

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Dear Diary

How's your day going? Because mine sucked.

Remember how in grade school there were standardized exams? 3 hours per exam and a whole week of them at the end of the year. Well I haven't had to do those for 7 years, and now that I've been abducted by aliens, guess who gets to go back to school.

Sounder "settled me down" after my foray into the farm area and left me to my own devices after double checking the lock on the door. Now that the door was locked and I had no clue how to work the pad, I decided to look around my room. It was actually quite nice. There was my bed, a soft, cushioned section of slightly raised floor, a small fountain of constantly moving water set to the side of the bed, and a bowl where food would go. The walls were a warm green, and the floor were so soft they felt almost like moss. There were also structures built into it. A tall climbing structure with platforms at various levels was the predominant item in the room, but there were smaller, more accessible sections of the room built into the wall like small dens or caves. Some were higher and connected to the platforms, but others were at a slight decline from the floor. They obviously had put some thought into this prior to my arrival.

I spent the rest of that day exploring the room and exercising to the best of my abilities. When the lights started to dim, then shut off, I assumed that meant it would be dark out if we were on a planet, so I started winding down to sleep.

The next morning, Sounder and Momma came into my room appearing very pleased. Sounder put some of the lettuce similar to what I had taken yesterday into the bowl and checked the water before backing back up to Momma. They both sat down and watched me for a second, then scooted back a pace, then one more, then another. I figured they were waiting on me to do something so I walked over to the lettuce, grabbed it, and walked over to them. I sat down maybe 4 feet away and took a bite. The bitter flavor of plain lettuce is not a pleasant sensation, but like I said yesterday, it is nice to have some variation.

Once I had eaten, Momma got up and walked over to the door and Sounder attempted to put a lead around my neck, but I dodged him. This went on for maybe 5 minutes before Momma stopped him and simply opened the door. She and sounder walked out and waited by the exit so I walked out after them. Momma led the way and Sounder walked directly behind me.

We walked down several hallways until we came to a room that had several stations set up in various locations. Closing the door behind us, Momma walked over to the first station and looked at me.

You know that uncomfortable silence that happens when you don't know what to do? Yeah, that was pretty much it.

Eventually I just walked over to her and that seemed to satisfy Momma. After I approached her, she picked up an object off the table, and held its front toward herself. Watching me carefully, she turned the object around to show the face of a mirror.

Now I'll admit, I jumped a little when she showed it to me. I looked like I hadn't had a bath in months (which was quite possible). My hair was matted, my cloths needed a good washing, and quite honestly my forehead could have been a mirror with all the grease on it. I don't know why she showed me the mirror, but I was certainly going to use it while I could. I got what mats out that I could with my fingers and used the hem of my shirt to scrub at my face.

While I was doing that, Momma was quickly typing on her tablet. Picking up the mirror and putting it back on the table, she moved to the next table, so I followed her. On this table was a wire hook and a bottle with a neck too small to fit my hand in. I'd seen this on the nature channel before. The goal was to see if the subject could figure out how to get the food out of the bottle. Momma set both the wire hook and bottle on the ground then took a step back. I quickly grabbed the bottle and looked inside it. A shred of cooked meat. Should be easy enough to get the wire through it.

Let's just say that I appreciate the crows and ravens even more now, because that pesky thing did not want to hook onto the meat. I eventually got it out and set everything to the side without eating the "treat". Momma waited a few more moments before reaching down and putting everything back on the table. Tapping a few notes into the tablet, she led the way to the next and final table.

This table had three boxes on it, each with a different color of either red, green, or blue. Lowering the table a bit, Momma showed me a piece of the lettuce from the farm. She then slid it under the red box and watched me. I stood there for a second, thinking, then tilted the red box back a bit and grabbed the lettuce and held it out to Momma. She again put it back under the red box. We repeated this process five more times before she moved it under the blue box. I grabbed it, handed it over, and she placed it under the green box. This time when I grabbed it, she raised the table back to its original height and made a few more noted before walking back to Sounder.

Then without warning, she flung her arm up and pointed at the wall behind me with a look of panic on her face. I spun around to look at what she was pointing at only to find an empty room except for the tables.

"Well that was cruel. You gave me a heart attack," I groaned as my heart returned to a normal pace. Turning back around, I saw Momma finishing typing in her tablet and opening the door. We walked back to my room and spent a few moments simply sitting in each other's presence. Then, they left the room and left me to my own devises for the little time remaining before the lights began to dim.

To be continued

#humans are space orcs #humans are weird #hfy #humans are deathworlders #DogWatch05

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Chapter 6 part 4 liveblog and summary (Tower 3 part 1)

Continuing on to Riddle and Azul!

Obligatory warning for spoilers and possible mistranslations.

We begin with Azul monologuing about how dark and cold Tartarus is before he notices Riddle isn’t next to him and he panics before seeing that Riddle is already descending down the stairs. Excellent start hfdshfgsdlhkgsdlk

After a bit of arguing they try the elevator. Ortho appears and presents them with their first trial, the game that Riddle struggled with before. Both Azul and Ortho tease him about it, and Riddle quickly gets angry and threatens to blow open the door with magic.

Very excellent start.

Azul offers to play the game instead. He suffers the instant game over, Ortho lowers the difficulty for him, same deal as the other two elevator game sessions.

After the two exit the elevator, Riddle charges on ahead, leaving Azul behind to chase after him. Azul tells him to proceed more cautiously, since they have no experience fighting phantoms yet, but Riddle say that Azul is being too cowardly and that the manual for emergency situations doesn’t say to be scared of the enemy. Azul is shocked by how overly stubborn and focused on the rules Riddle is, and he even wishes he went with Leona instead. Lmaoooooo maybe this really would have gone more smoothly if the pairs for groups 2 & 3 were Azul + Leona and Riddle + Jamil.

Anyway, soon after that they encounter phantoms and Riddle tells Azul to get down behind him before combat breaks out. Afterwards, Azul questions Riddle as to why he told him to get down when they’re both capable 2nd year dorm leaders. Riddle’s reasoning is that he is the stronger one and the “leader” of the group, so it’s reasonable for him to be in the front.

With that, they enter the first asylum. The game Ortho sets out for them is the same as for the Pomefiore group (get ID card from a phantom), so he probably intended to give the same challenges to each group but just changed it up for Leona & Jamil since Leona provoked him.

Before opening the 1st cage, Azul proposes he check the Phantom’s reaction by knocking on the door.

*knock knock*

* B A N G ! ! *

*instant fear and regret*

They fight the phantom anyway. Azul complains some more under his breath about Riddle’s aggressiveness, the two move on to the next cage, then Azul complains more loudly about Riddle’s explosive approach to opening the cages.

Blah blah blah more complaints, another cage, they find the key and leave.

Azul: ... As expected of a honors student who’s head of his class. Can you keep going forward while protecting an under performing student?

Azul: It’s quite considerate of you.

Riddle: Don’t be sarcastic. I never said that you were under performing.

Azul: It’s true. After all, I haven’t been able to beat you in any of my classes since we started school.

Riddle: ... Huh? You were trying to beat me?

Azul: ... Is that something I shouldn’t do?

Riddle: No. It’s just, I was a bit surprised since I didn’t expect it.

Azul: Well, well... You make me look quite foolish.

Azul: So I, hovering between 2nd and 10th place, could surely never be a rival?

Riddle: Yes. Because if you're going to compete with me for the top spot, you’re too busy.

Azul: Huh?

Riddle: You’re not just managing Mostro Lounge, you're engaged in other active investments as well, right?

Riddle: I also heard that you’re continuing your “consultations” on the down low...

Riddle: and on breaks you often go outside school grounds in the name of market research, according to Jade.

Riddle: Furthermore, I looked at your handmade “test prep notes” that I confiscated from a student from my dorm...

Riddle: Covering questions from other grade levels surely took a lot of time away from your own study time.

Riddle: If you only focused on your own studies, you would likely be able to get full points on tests.

Riddle: But in reality, much of that time and ability was spent on analysis and strategies for other people to be able to get high scores.

Riddle: However...

Riddle: You want to beat my grades, the grades of someone who has been spending my time studying and honing my own magic for as long as I can remember?

Riddle: “You make me look quite foolish,” don’t you.

Okay this translation took a while but. I had to. Just look at this conversation. As an Octavinelle fan I am legally required to love this conversation.

After a bit more talk that I’m not gonna translate cause I’ve done more than enough of that, they get attacked by a phantom. Afterwards, Azul gets angry at how Riddle keeps trying to protect him like he’s useless luggage. Here, outside of NRC, in an emergency situation, things like “dorm leaders” and “top of the class student” don’t matter, and he is DONE taking orders from Riddle when they are equals. Then he runs off to the next asylum. Jeez...

So, Azul surprises Ortho by showing up to the next asylum by himself. However, Riddle catches up quickly and hooo boy okay I’m translating again. These two got me in a real chokehold here.

Riddle: Azul!! Stop! If you don’t stop it’s off with your head!

Azul: Hm. If you can do it, do it!

Azul: Even if my magic was sealed away, unlike you I have confidence in my arm strength.

Riddle: Urk... Are you trying to say that I’m weak!?

Azul: It’s the truth, isn’t it.

Azul: Ah, but if you head butted me with that stone head of yours that’s packed so tightly that it’s harder than a diamond... (”stone head” refers to a stubborn person)

Azul: You might be able to K.O. me in one hit!

Riddle: UGIIIIIiii!!

Ortho interrupts their argument to introduce the 3rd challenge. Like with the Pomefiore group, there’s a female voice calling for help from inside a cage. However, this one seems more coherent and she’s speaking more quietly since there is apparently a sleeping phantom in the same cage.

Azul tries to think of a plan that’ll work quicker than just popping open cages at random and vanquishing phantoms, but Riddle just goes forward with the usual strategy. They continue with this strategy, arguing all the way, until they find the cage with the researcher. The researcher is an actual human, wow. it’s the phantom that was supposed to be in there too that isn’t a phantom, it’s a suit of powered armor like the Charon soldiers have.

After getting the ID card and leaving, the duo comment on how overly hot it is. It turns out to be the fault of this guy, the fire phantom “Phantom Titans Magma”

Not as cool as the ice one. This one’s attack animations are a pretty lame little shuffle forward.

They run to the hanger, where Azul uses ice magic to try and keep the door from melting while Riddle searches for the Thunder Spear. Riddle is shocked by the size and power of the spear once he finds it, and after he turns it on he feels like its strength is going to blow him away. He can’t handle by himself, so he has to call for Azul to lift it alongside him.

Leona seems to be the only one who wielded the spear by himself and had the other person directly distracting the Titan. Just how strong is he?

Anyway, the Titan is yeeted, and then the two lose their hats for some reason?

Did they get blown off or something? Okay anyway Riddle proceeds to be super happy and excited that they beat an Original Phantom, and he and Azul have a high five while laughing with relief. awwwww adorable. And then when the spear starts talking about the battery level they both awkwardly cough and pretend like nothing happened. AAAAAAA ADORABLE!!!!

Like the others, they have a rest in the hanger, meaning Riddle actually sleeps and Azul stays awake and just watches Riddle for 3 hours I guess lmao.

I intended to get to part 2 for one of the groups in this post, but I don’t have enough time today and I’d rather get what I have out now than wait for tomorrow. So this post is just entirely dedicated to what will hopefully be the catalyst for a Azul x Riddle Renaissance in the fandom. See y’all later!

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst jp #twst spoilers #update screaming

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noro-noro-noro · 9 months

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oh i kinda forgot most of my dream again. but i remembered some!

i was in a school-related amphitheater/hallway/building/campus. the hallway was 2 stories tall & kind of elegant & blue-themed, with no lights. the carpet was gray with narroww colorful stripes, kind of like a bus or a bowling alley. on one end of the hallway was my old roommate nick & he was being normal to me instead of about as passive aggressive as we usually were to each other. he'd also adopted like 5 animals, 3 cats, 1 dog, & 1 "dog" that was supposedly a borzoi but it looked like this

bucket included. his new place kind of looked like if you took the front room of the townhouse & combined it with the place my grandma used to live. we had a short conversation & i left.

in the middle of the hallway it opened out into the amphitheater whch was maybe outdoors? but it was like evening. peopel were hollering. there was a bonfire. some kinda outdoorsy party. i didn't want to go to that, so i kept walking & ended up in my elementary school near the glass passage by the gym/cafeteria that connected to the playground, but more on the principal's side rather than the gym side.

went into one of the classrooms & made conversation with a lady that was there & she gave me her business card & i put it in my pocket without looking at it & checked my schedule - i'd just finished volunteering with the 5th graders, & had to walk down to the first grade hallway for my next bit. i was having fun talking to the lady supervising though so i thought about delaying - like they never REALLY punish you for not showing up i don't think, but i ialso thought that i hadn't interacted with wild little kids in a long time & i missed it, so i went down that way to the other glass walkway. as i got to that hallway, i pulled out the business card & glanced at it, & on the back she'd written a note - she wanted ME to be her assistant when she went to space next week. i was really worried about this - math isn't my forte & i know space travel needs a lot of math & thinking & such like & i was worried i just wasn't up to the task, but i was excited about the opportunity... i told one of the teachers that i had to go & quickly explained the situation, & they were like np we'll find someone to fill in for you.

then i went back to the big blue hallway & went to the room at the other end of the hallway, which was a big science-ish room. the ceiling was still very tall & there were bookshelves that went up 2/3 height. the walls were off-white with kind of a papery texture, the ceiling was arched kind of like a church, and there were visible wood beams. there were lots of windows covered in paper that still let warm daylight in, & all the windowsills were stacked up with terrariums or books. in the back of the room was a few tables set up to be like a classroom almost, though it wasn't in session atm. there were a few people around, & i was gonna ask for advice on what books to pick up to figure shit out about space travel when i got distracted by some people handling an eastern hercules beetle, which is supposed to be native to my area but i haven't seen any my whole life :( i think their spots are so cute i love how they change color in moisture & i've only seen one once in my entomology class.... annyway i wanted to see it so i asked iff i could see it but it flew away.... sad...

dream document is now at 506 pages.

#dreams

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madi5on · 1 year

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TeenieBeenieDirtBags

I'm sick as a fucking dog right now. I've coughed up 3 tonsil stones so today has been blessed for sure. None the less, as usual I am chatting with my best friend. I told her of the new and improved tumblr. Obviously this brought her back to 2014 chat rooms with boys roleplaying vampires and slaves. Oh, what a time it was to be alive. Uncensored online content that kids could focus on and the adults paid no mind. Let me remind of you the 2 girls 1 cut situation. I am blessed to not have seen the video, but even that is mild for what most of us teenie beenie dirt bags have seen.

I've read everywhere that kinks are hereditary so can you really shelter you kid from the things they have to control over liking. They're going to search it out some way. You know. If they really wanted to. I personally have been having kinky fantasies since the literaly 6th grade. That's when I started writing smut about kinky vampires and fanfics about being a slave. Pain gives me pleasure. Putting me down makes me cum.

My first orgasm was given to myself at 14 by aggressively rubbing my clit until it was sour and irritated. This graduated to boiling it with the shower head on the message setting. That's still a guilty pleasure when I can get it. Just because my first orgasm was when I was 14 doesnt mean I hadn't been trying for ages. Well, it had only been about a year. My first boyfriend and I did alot of cool tricks and such. My mom made fun of his shark teeth but I liked the way they made my lips bleed when we made out. I read The Fifty Shades Triology when I was in the 6th grade. That's when I learned what kink and 'the lifestyle' was. My pour mother had no idea where her books went.

I remember being 7-8 snooping in my mother's closet and finding her lingerie for the first time. It was a breastless shiny red bodysuit with black nipple pasty tassels. I pulled it out and said "Mommy what's this? It's pretty." She ripped it out of my hands and said it was hers. Don't touch it. Then I found her flogger moments later. I said "Oo", before whipping myself over and over on my arm hard. She said "No, don't do it like that. It's for tickling!", and run it nicely over my arm. I thought to myself. I can't wait to have one of my own tickle whip.

I am a proud owner of a glass flogger with faux leather strips knotted at the bottom. She's a banger for sure.

I'm unsure of what else I would like to add to this. Kinks are fun when you know what yours are. I've been blessed to know I've been a little freak my whole life.

#kink stuff #tumblog #bdsmlife #teenage dirtbag

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Slice of Life,

Capone and Waffles are coexisting very well.

Day 1, there was snapping and growling and being shitty. Capone wanted to play... Waffles was having none of it. Bailey (16 year old cat) presumably vanished until Christmas.

Day 2, much better, a hiccup when I threw down a tomato end for Waffles, and Capone went for it too. I thought they were chewing each other's faces, but near as I can see, they were both just chewing the same tomato and growling hardcore. Sleeping together with us on the same bed, no issues. Bailey swatting at both of them just to be shitty (generally; she doesn't sleep up with us because she won't stop moving.) Takes time with cats.

Day 3, nothing really to report. Taking time to both reassure Capone and hold Waffles on my lap and love on him. He is not being replaced, he is gaining a friend who needed a good forever home. Bailey is now back on couch in same room, but still hates Capone and swats at him... Continuing to correct this behavior; you can hiss, you can growl, but keep the claws away from his face and eyes.

Day 4, both can eat from their respective dishes in the kitchen at the same time without incident. No growling or adversarial behavior whatsoever. Capone has a bad habit of slamming into Waffles and damn near knocking him down when they are headed the same way. Capone: much younger, stronger, faster. Waffles: senior, arthritis, undergoing interim treatment for cancer pending a mass removal in a couple weeks. So getting around much slower. The behavior is not malicious; he just doesn't recognize thst Waffles is not moving as fast as he is. Bailey can hiss at Capone, and he understands that means back the hell off, don't keep pushing the issue. Being swatted in the face a couple times helped reinforce that model over the last couple days.

I'm no Cesar Milan, but I've had dogs since I was in the second grade, so having just turned 40 this year, I do know a thing or two. First, it takes time for two dogs to learn to cohabitate. You can't freak out every time there's a growl, or a bark, or even a little chase. You have to keep an eye on the situation, and if there's aggressive behavior, correct it immediately. You can chase and growl all you want, but as soon as you start snapping at each other's faces, that's a hand in between and a very firm no. They have to set their boundaries with each other. Capone wasn't being the least bit aggressive. But he also needed to learn that Waffles has boundaries, and no means no. You're dealing with a one-year-old intact male, practically a puppy, coming into a house where a nine and a half year old neutered male has been the sole dog since he was eight weeks old. Capone, if he doesn't want your nose up his ass, no means no.

Cats take longer. Again, she has to set her own boundaries and rules, but she has sharp pointy bits, and they have easily accessible buggy eyes. And that is a disaster waiting to happen. Have to keep a weather eye on the situation, he's been crated up in our room while we're gone for that very reason. We're home all weekend, I'd like to get to the point where we're graduating from crate. She will come around, but we're definitely trying to get to a point of passive indifference as opposed to full acceptance, have to manage those expectations.

You have got to share the love. And that might be the hardest part. I have to make very sure that Waffles is getting the appropriate attention, that he understands that he is not being supplanted or replaced. He has been my dog, very much a daddy's boy, since he was eight weeks old. Do you have any idea how impossibly small an 8-week-old pug is? I could hold him in both my hands and he had room to stretch out. And especially since we don't have any children yet, our dogs are even more special to us. Pets are not "things", they are a part of your family. But then there's Capone. Owned by the same family since he was eight weeks old, and then suddenly a year later, these strangers, although he seems to like them very much, clap him up in a strange crate in a strange car and drive him 10 hours away to a strange house with a strange dog. What is he to think? So we have to affirm to him that this is a place where he will be loved, and loved faithfully for the rest of his days. But then I'm doing that, and Waffles is looking at me like I'm some kind of betrayal, but then I'm loving on Waffles, and Capone wants in on the action because he just wants love all the time.

I am a deeply empathetic human being. I have a lot of love to give. Just because you're a man doesn't mean that's not the case. And there is a very special bond between a man and his dog. That goes back hundreds, thousands of years. Trying to figure out this thing where I can give equal love to both animal right now, I think that really is the hardest part. But I have my wife to help me, and again, it all takes a little bit of time. But every day is leaps and bounds better than the last. And in the meantime, two good boys have a very good home, with people that love them. And they share their love with us. And I'm damned if you can ask for anything more than that. 🥰 🥔

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hairstyleforteen · 11 months

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8 Best Blow Dryers For Natural 4C Hair (Complete Buying Guide)

Blow dryers can both be a friend or a foe if you have 4C hair. This hair type is tightly curled, making it difficult to dry and style using typical hair dryers. What you need is the best blow dryer for natural 4C hair that will deliver the right heat and airflow without causing damages. In this post, I will review eight of the best blow dryers I swear by for 4C hair, together with some tips and tricks. Check which of these picks suit you well: What is natural 4C hair? Natural 4C hair refers to the curly hair type with the tightest coils. While it looks like 4B at first glance, 4C hair is more fragile and possesses a zig-zag pattern. Such a pattern is only discernible once you look closer at each strand. The number ‘4’ on 4C refers to the specific type of hair. Basically, there are four major types: (1) straight hair, (2) wavy hair, (3) curly hair, and (4) kinky hair. In this case, 4C falls within the kinky hair type, which is the densest in terms of curliness. On the other hand, the ‘C’ on 4C points to the extent of curliness or kinkiness. With the 4A type of hair, a person has coily and coarse-looking locks but soft to touch. Meanwhile, those with 4B hair type doesn’t have a defined curl pattern, but it remains delicate. However, those who have natural 4C hair will sport the tightest and most intricate coil pattern. It’s so elaborately curly that the hair looks like cotton from afar. This hair type is packed and dense, which could be soft or coarse in texture. Of all hair types, the 4C hair experiences the highest amount of shrinkage. Still, a person can have a dominantly 4C hair type with some parts that are within the 4A or 4B range. The challenge with this hair type is it’s prone to damage. Using high-heat drying is a guaranteed way to generate frizz, split ends, and a slew of problems that will make your hair unmanageable. This is the very same reason why your choice of hair dryer is very important. Below, I reviewed eight of the best-selling options in the market that are tried and tested for 4C hair. Best Blow Dryer For Natural 4C Hair – Top 8 Picks 1. OUR TOP PICK: BaBylissPRO Nano Titanium Portofino Hair Dryer When it comes to the best blow dryer for natural 4C hair, I highly recommend the BaBylissPRO Nano Titanium Hair Dryer. It’s a 2,000-watt tool with the brand’s proprietary Nano Titanium Technology that delivers even heat at all times. This hair dryer helps eliminate static electricity, so your 4C hair will have a bouncy and shiny finish. It’s an excellent choice for coarse and thick hair, especially curly types. Moreover, this blow dryer has the Portofino 6600 motor, an Italian-designed motor that can put up with regular use. It also produces negative ions that will keep your hair frizz-free. The BaBylissPRO has three heat settings and two airflow options. You’ll also receive a concentrator and a diffuser nozzle. Overall, it dries fast but without the frizzy result of cheaper models. Based on my experience, this blow dryer cut my hair drying time by as much as 50%. I also like the sturdy build, which isn’t surprising for a salon-grade tool. The attachments also snap easily and stay in place while in use. For my natural 4C hair, low to medium heat is enough, but you can also experiment with high heat if you want to style aggressively. When it comes to downsides, the only niggle I have over BaBylissPRO is that the dryer is heavier than most that I’ve owned. But with a little practice, I managed to get through styling without straining my arms. Pros - 2,000-watt Portofino motor - Nano Titanium Technology for heat protection - Dries fast without damages Cons - A bit on the heavy side. 2. T3 Cura Ionic Professional Hair Dryer If you don’t mind splurging, the T3 Cura Hair Dryer is my premium recommendation. This is a 1,875-watt hair dryer with topnotch motor life. This hair dryer has a quiet operation and a lightweight design, which is a perfect pair for those who are tired of loud tools. I also like the built-in IonAir Technology that will prevent your 4C hair from getting frizzy after drying. Aside from that, this has a lock-in cool shot button, so you can dry your hair with cool air without having to press the button all the time. Overall, this hair dryer has three heat and two speed settings for customized drying. The T3 Cura Hair Dryer has a Pure Stream removable cap with a filter to keep your hair clean while drying. I also like its rotating 9-feet cord, which prevents twists and tangles as you dry. During use, the T3 Cura didn’t emit any smell burning hair smell. A burning smell is something I always notice with many blow dryers, but I’m glad this model doesn’t have such odor. Moreover, it dries up pretty quickly. Using medium heat, I was able to 80% dry my 4C hair in just 18 minutes. The airflow is also soft but powerful when it comes to drying. Pros - IonAir Technology - 9-feet rotating cord - Pure Stream removable cap Cons - Slightly noisier than other blow dryers 3. Conair INFINITIPRO Ionic Hair Dryer If you don’t have the budget to splurge for the first two blow dryers, I highly recommend the Conair INFINITIPRO. While pocket-friendly, this hair dryer doesn’t disappoint in the drying department. This runs in a 1,875-watt motor with three heat and two airflow settings. It also has ceramic technology that emits even and safe heat levels to keep your hair safe. Aside from the hair dryer, you’ll also receive a diffuser to dry your 4C hair efficiently. There’s also a concentrator for styling as well as a removable lint filter for easy maintenance. The Conair INFINITIPRO also lets you turn the ion feature on and off to achieve the texture you like. There’s also a cold shot button to lock in the style and look of your hair after drying. I also like that the medium setting isn’t too hot and just right for curly hair. Some users of this hair dryer complain about pressing the buttons unintentionally while in use. My tip is to stop pressing the handle too much while drying. It’s just a matter of practice, and you’ll surely get the hang of it soon. It’s also a great choice for left-handed users like me. Pros - Budget-friendly hair dryer - On and off ionic feature - Ceramic heating technology Cons - You’ll press the buttons unintentionally if you grip the handle too hard. 4. TREZORO Professional Ionic Hair Dryer Another budget find I recommend is the TREZORO Professional Ionic Hair Dryer. This runs in a powerhouse 2200-watt DC motor that delivers fast drying through powerful airflow. Aside from that, this has ceramic tourmaline grilles that keep your hair supple and glossy. This is paired with a high-grade ionic system that produces 16 million ions/cm3. This means your 4C hair will retain its natural moisture so that it won’t be frizzy after styling. Moreover, this hair dryer has three heat settings and two speeds for your choice of styling. This is also equipped with a cold shot button to lock in your look. It also comes with two nozzles to make the blow dryer more versatile. There’s also a detachable filter that traps lint and dust while you style. The TREZORO Blow Dryer has a 9-foot power cord with safe insulation. It’s convenient to use and won’t tangle while you work around your hair. Overall, this TREZORO Blow Dryer has been tried and tested by thousands of buyers. For this price range, I really don’t have major complaints. The only thing users noticed is that the cord is a bit too thick and takes time to become more flexible. Other than that, this remains a reliable hair dryer. Pros - Ceramic tourmaline grilles - Ionic technology - 2,200-watt DC motor Cons - The thick cord takes time to get flexible. 5. CONFU Professional Ionic Hair Dryer The CONFU Professional Ionic Hair Dryer offers powerful drying prowess while preventing hair damage. This runs on a 1,875-watt motor with low noise and consistent performance. Aside from that, this blow dryer has three heat settings and two speeds. This is aside from the cold shot button to suit your styling needs. This has a negative ionic technology that will keep your curly hair static and frizz-free. It will also give your 4C hair a glossy look, especially when finished using the cold shot button. Moreover, this CONFU hair dryer comes with a diffuser and concentrator for more styling options. For 4C hair, the diffuser comes in handy for safe and gentle drying. Another thing I like about the CONFU hair dryer is its 8-foot power cord. It also has a removable air filter, hanging ring, and a 360-degree nozzle design. Overall, this is designed for convenience, especially for first-time blow dryer users. This hair dryer is also backed by a 3-year warranty to protect your purchase. That’s already an unbeatable guarantee for a hair dryer you can get for such a low price. For your safety, this is fitted with a 125V ALCI plug to prevent shock and short circuit. Pros - Negative ionic technology - 3-year warranty - 8-foot power cord Cons - A little heavy, but effective nonetheless 6. Elchim Classic 2001 Professional Blow Dryer The Elchim Classic 2001 Professional Blow Dryer is a favorite among stylists and DIY users. It has a 1,875-watt motor that can last for up to 2,000 hours of use. This hair dryer also boasts of high-pressure technology for fast drying without excessive heat damage. You can also control the heat level in five temperature levels as well as two speeds. For me, this blow dryer is a champ when it comes to adjustability. As an old model, the 2001 Classic doesn’t use ceramic or ionic technology. Nevertheless, it dries well and very useful for hair setting a 4C type. It’s also made for thick and coarse hair. This is one of the first blow dryers I bought, and it held up for six years. For someone who does aggressive styling from time to time, such lifespan is more than my money’s worth. I like how light this hair dryer is, though it’s slightly larger than other Elchim models. But since it’s a classic design, I think it’s just normal. It’s on the heavy side, too, which is something to keep in mind for very picky users. Pros - Quick-drying and perfect for hair setting - Limited lifetime warranty - Five temperature settings Cons - No ionic function 7. Drybar Buttercup Blow Dryer When it comes to top-dollar hair dryers, my money is on Drybar Buttercup Blow Dryer. It has a 1,875-watt motor paired with an Ionic Technology for a shiny and voluminous finish. This hair dryer will also cut your hair drying time by 20%. Aside from that, this hair dryer has a wave heater that produces even heat all over your hair. It also has three heat and two airflow settings to match your 4C hair drying process. I also like the lightweight design of this blow dryer, not to mention its very chic yellow housing. This is matched with a 9-foot power cord for hassle-free styling. Moreover, this blow dryer suits all hair types, whether you have straight or 4C hair. It’s like a mini hair salon that comes with a concentrator and diffuser. Many users love the durability of the Drybar Buttercup Hair Dryer. It also tames frizz and dries without causing heat damage. The only thing some users noticed is that the long power cord adds too much weight to the dryer. The cord is bulky, but it’s reasonable enough for safety purposes. Pros - Ionic Technology - Wave heater for even temperature - Durable power cord Cons - The power cord is durable but heavy too. 8. ghd Helios Professional Hair Dryer My last pick for this list is the ghd Helios Hair Dryer. This has a steep price tag, but for all good reasons. It’s a salon-grade tool with a 2,200-watt brushless motor for precise and reliable styling. Moreover, this hair dryer boasts of its proprietary Aeroprecis Technology that ensures even and accurate heat settings. The result is a shiny, smooth, and salon-quality finish. With this, every cent is worth the splurge with this hair dryer. Aside from that, the ghd Helios has variable temperature and speed settings to suit your styling needs. This is paired with a cool shot button so you can set your look after drying your 4C hair. The ghd Helios also has an ergonomic to keep you comfortable on long hours of styling. It has a contoured nozzle that channels the airflow effectively into your hair. Overall, I like the quiet operation of this hair dryer. It doesn’t get too hot either, which is added peace of mind for those with brittle, curly hair. For this price range, the only thing that’s missing is a silk bag or any storage pouch. Even a Velcro tie for the cord will also do. Anyway, it’s just a small issue I can live with since this blow dryer is almost perfect for all hair types. Pros - Aeroprecis Technology - 2,200-watt brushless moto - Salon-quality finish Cons - The attachments can be made more durable for this price range. How to choose a blow dryer for 4C hair When looking for the best blow dryer for natural 4C hair, it’s important to consider the following points: ✔️Heating technology The very first thing I check in blow dryers is its heating technology. This is a make-or-break part for those who have natural 4C hair like me. The two most popular options in the market nowadays are tourmaline and ceramic. These heating technologies both produce ionic charges, which help reduce frizz on your hair. It does so by breaking down water particles and tightening the cuticles so that the finish will be smooth and shiny. However, there are major differences between tourmaline and ceramic. Here are some points to keep in mind: Ceramic A blow dryer with this technology has a heating element coated with ceramic material. This emits far-infrared heat, which could penetrate deeper into the hair shaft. The best part is that ceramic blow dryers heat up fast and will emit even temperatures all throughout your hair. Unlike tourmaline, ceramic uses less heat to prevent hair damage. It dries gently, which is perfect for those with brittle 4C hair. Tourmaline Tourmaline is a silicate mineral that can be used as a coating to the heating element of a blow dryer. It also produces far-infrared heat and negative ions to reduce frizz. But unlike ceramic, tourmaline hair dryers offer better heat protection even if you’re using high heat settings. In short, this technology allows your hair to endure higher heat levels without succumbing to damages easily. So which one should you choose? It depends on your preference. If you have already damaged hair, I suggest starting with a ceramic blow dryer. Based on my experience, ceramic hair dryers tend to be cheaper than their tourmaline counterparts. If you’re into intense styling, a tourmaline hair dryer will serve you well. Just make sure that it has decent speed and heat adjustments as well as heat protection. ✔️Wattage and power Another thing you should consider is the wattage of the hair dryer. This refers to the motor power of the hair dryer, which will affect its maximum airflow rate. For natural 4C hair, I swear by low airspeed settings. This hair type can easily sustain nasty tangles, which can be a pain to fix. Pair that with a low airspeed and a diffuser for a nice, bouncy finish. With that being said, a low-wattage blow dryer will do. This is cheaper and lighter to hold since it has a smaller motor. You can also opt for higher wattage as long as it has multiple airspeed settings. The extra wattage will come in handy whenever you need to style your 4C hair. In general, a 1,600-watt hair dryer will do. You can also opt for 1,800 to 2,000 watts with airflow adjustments. ✔️Heat and speed adjustments As mentioned, you should always look for adjustable settings when buying a blow dryer. This will let you use the tool for both styling and drying while preventing damages to your hair. I recommend looking or at least two to three heat adjustments and two airflow levels. Aside from that, always look for a cool shot button. This will let you blow cool air into your hair to seal the cuticle after drying or styling. The cool air will give your 4C hair a natural and long-lasting finish. You should use the cool shot feature for the best results once your curly hair is about 80% dry. ✔️Nozzle attachments Aside from the blow dryer in the package, you should also look for a few attachments. For natural 4C hair, a diffuser is a heaven-sent nozzle. This lets you spread the airflow into a larger air outlet to cover more hair at once. It will also let you dry your 4C hair slowly and gently. Most blow dryers are also bundled with a concentrator. This will be useful if you want to straighten your 4C hair using the hair dryer. I also like a hair pik attachment, which is like a painter’s brush. It helps in combing unruly curly hair while drying. ✔️Weight and size The weight and size of the blow dryer will affect how comfortable it is to hold for long hours. Proper button placements are necessary, so you won’t keep on pressing it while drying. Just note that high-powered hair dryers are naturally heavier than most due to the larger motor. As for the size, you should match it with your hand size and the amount of airflow you want to enjoy. ✔️Power cord One of the struggles of drying 4C hair is dealing with cable clutter. It’s easy to get yourself tangled in wires as you work around your locks. To prevent this, consider getting a swiveling power cord with a decent length. Around six feet is enough for me, but you can always find longer ones at 9 feet or so. ✔️Price range Lastly, consider how much you’re willing to spend on a blow dryer. There’s no need to splurge on expensive options just to find the best value. There are many budget-friendly models in the market with decent features and drying power, just like the eight I reviewed above. But if budget isn’t an issue, a premium blow dryer is surely an excellent investment. Tips in drying natural 4C hair Blow drying 4C hair is a serious business, especially for first-timers. It can get frustrating if you don’t know how to do it right. To help you out, I suggest you consider the following tips: Squeeze out excess moisture Before you reach for the blow dryer, it’s important to remove as much moisture as you can from your hair. Use an absorbent towel to squeeze your curls. NEVER wring or rub it, or you’ll sustain damages and tangles. Apply a heat protectant Once you’re done squeezing out excess moisture, you should next apply a heat protectant on your 4C hair. I always do this regardless of the heat setting I’m using. With 4C hair, you simply can’t take chances because it’s prone to damages. A leave-in conditioner will also work in preventing damages and frizz. Some people use hair cream while blow-drying, and they swear by the stellar results. Section your hair A 4C hair type is difficult to manage if you blow-dry without sectioning. I suggest sectioning your hair into four to six parts. This way, you can apply the heat protectant evenly and blow-dry each section gently. Doing this ensures that your 4C dries properly. I’ve tried winging it without sectioning my hair, and the result is a dry top and damp roots. I ended up taking longer to dry my hair. Apply tension to your curls You can pull each hair section taut to let hot air get into the coils for faster drying. You can use low to medium heat on this part, but avoid pulling the hair too much. Use a diffuser A diffuser is your bosom friend when drying natural 4C hair. This will let you cover more hair at once, but make sure that you keep the diffuser close to the scalp. You can use this technique to add volume to your hair. Dry your hair up to 80% Another trick that works for 4C hair is blow-drying your locks until it’s 80% dry. After that, let your hair air-dry on its own. This will prevent your curly hair from getting frizzy, especially in a high-heat setting. Read the full article

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torisaysyeet · 1 year

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I used to have a dog.

TRIGGER WARNING: Explanation of graphic injury resulting in pet death.

I had a dog before I went into college. He was a Chihuahua-Dachshund-Corgi mix that my parents adopted for me and my siblings when I was in 7th/8th grade. I remember the day I came home to him. My mom picked me up from volleyball practice or a home game and said there was a surprise at home. I guessed what it was before we got there.

We'd seen my dog, Harley, with his litter at a family friend's house during a birthday party a few weeks/months before. He was still so tiny, but I can't remember if he really was the runt of his litter. Such a beautiful tri-color mix that looked like a collie. He had perfect eyebrows and everything.

I took care of him the most between me and my siblings that were still at home. I loved that little dog with my whole heart. My sister didn't really bother, and my brother hated taking care of him, so I took on that responsibility. I trained him. I walked him, fed him, bathed him, brushed all the knots out of his long hair.

In the years after adopting him, he became my baby, my boy. When I had my bed on the floor or slept on the couch, he would cuddle with me until I fell asleep. When he couldn't reach my bed, I listened to him fall asleep. He slept in my room, no matter what.

When I realized that I was going to have to live on campus when I went to college in a non-pet dorm, I was heartbroken. I was curled up in a corner sobbing and holding him. I wasn't ready to give him up. But I couldn't do anything because I didn't know how to register an emotional support animal, which would've allowed him to live with me on campus. He wasn't able to be a service animal because I didn't need one, and was likely too old to be trained for that.

I would've left him with my parents but they were both working in construction and wouldn't have the energy to care for him and entertain him properly. I reached out to family friends first, asked any of my classmates who weren't allergic or didn't have allergic family members. My oldest brother didn't have time and space, along with having a dog that was aggressive to other males.

My last option was my sister, who had estranged herself from the family fairly well at this point. We didn't talk much, but she was fully willing to take in Harley. She had 3 kids at the time, and Harley was great with kids.

A year later. One year.

My mom takes me outside and sits me down. She's just heard news about my dog from my cousin, who was still in contact with my sister at the time. Harley was dead. I didn't receive a phone call from my sister, her husband, or my brother that helped bury him. I could at the time understand my sister and her husband, they were both estranged. But my brother? He had my phone number, knew I was out of school at the time. I would've answered even if I was busy at work.

What I heard was that he had been stolen from their new backyard after moving house, harmed in some way that I've mentally blocked, and strangled with barbed wire. They supposedly found him dead behind the town's fire department.

I no longer believe this story one hundred percent.

Harley had quirks. He was a weird dog sometimes. And a family with 3-4 kids, fresh off a move, tension and stress at an all time high for everyone? I'm thinking he bit one of the kids. I think this set off my sister's husband, who was already a shitty human being to begin with.

I think my brother in-law took my dog out late at night, and murdered him. Then cooked up a story about him getting stolen. My brother wouldn't know the actual story unless they told him, which I doubt. It's possible my sister could be convinced he was stolen. My cousin wouldn't know at all.

They refused to bury him near me. They refused to let me see him one last time. And at the time I was so distressed that I didn't even think to demand cremation so I could have his ashes with me at all times. Even a tiny jar would've been good for me.

So, dear Brother In-Law of mine. I wonder if now, almost 3 years later, you would be able to tell me the truth, in full. Was Harley really stolen from your backyard? Or did he get on your nerve and instead of doing something rational, you killed him.

#trigger warning pet death #tw pet death #tw graphic description #trigger warning #trigger warning graphic description #tw graphic death #tw murder #rant #content warning #content warning pet death #content warning graphic description

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ssplague · 3 years

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Alpha Bakugou & his “late bloomer” Omega Girlfriend 🌬🥀

Part Four:

“Plucked Petals”

Rated M

⚠️ SMUT, A/B/O themes (heat, knotting, ruts etc.), primal play, sub&dom themes, manipulation, animalistic sex (in a human body 😅), slight mention of toxic relationships.

***Keep in mind that the sex here is supposed to be primal; The dialogue is both limited and minimal because of the state of mind you are in (within the story). You’re in heat and desperate for some of that Alpha D (seeing as it’s the only thing that will give you relief) so naturally no intellectually stimulating conversation will be taking place here.

Honorable mentions: @gummiwormsandonedirection @nekee-lilac02 @veenasanada @satoooooruu @jazzylove @bakugoismisunderstood @sizzlingdonutturtlemuffin @miss-lilith

I let myself get behind on thanking each of you individually 😩 So please forgive me! I still GREATLY APPRECIATE each of your comments, they mean the fucking world to me. Seriously, you have no idea how each of you have made my day/evening at some point since uploading this story.

Part 5

🌹🍃🔥

The two adult women seated in the much too tiny chairs would have normally been something to laugh at. However, neither woman was in a laughing mood at the moment; One looked irked and the other rather unnerved, but at the same time her eyes shone with sympathy towards the young woman trying not to cower under the harsh glare of one Mitsuki Bakugou.

“What exactly did you need to talk to us about?” Mrs.Y/L/N asked kindly.

“What did that brat ruin this time? Can we get this over with please?” The blonde woman huffs, scowling even more than before.

“Ah right, I’m sorry! Well first of all I want to say; That both of your children are bright and incredibly talented, I enjoy working with them-“

The teacher is interrupted by a laugh from Mitsuki, “You don’t have to lie dear, I know what a little tyrant my son can be, enjoying working with ________ I believe, but not Katsuki”.

The teacher is lightly blushing as she resumes speaking, “I suppose that kind of ties in with what I want to discuss with both of you….the relationship between your children…”.

The mood of the room changed immediately, the tension in the air suddenly becomes palpable as both mothers sit up straighter, waiting for the younger woman to continue speaking. They’d had this exact conversation with each teacher that _______ & Katsuki had since grade 3, even though it’s been three years…this conversation never seems to get easier to have.

“Initially it surprised me how close the two of them seem to be, since Katsuki is umm…selective? When it comes to who he deems “worthy” of interacting with him” she pauses, swallowing nervously as she glances at Mitsuki. When the normally aggressive woman simply motions for her to continue the teacher is instantly relieved; “I’m aware of the fact that they’ve had an issue with scenting each other for the last few years….and even though a lot of people see it as something inappropriate or obscene, I believe it’s necessary at this point…let me better explain what I mean”.

“It’s unfortunate that when it comes to children like Katsuki, their biology makes it harder or difficult for them to properly fit into society. He’s strong, aggressive, and driven naturally; All that paired with his quirk, and his secondary sex as an alpha…Make it harder to rein himself in, so to speak. More often than not, the nature of these types of people is to seek out someone that’s able to do two distinct things; One is being able to put up with their abrasive personality, and two is the ability to even out their instabilities” all three ladies seemed to miss the pitter patter of a small set of feet coming down the hallway.

That afternoon _________ had been watching Katsuki play soccer, patiently waiting for this last game to end so the pair could start their walk home from school. Taking her eyes off the snarling blonde boy (risking the possibility of missing him shoot another amazing goal), she was surprised to catch sight of not just her own mother but his as well. The two women seemed to be in a hurry as they quickly entered the building and disappeared from sight. Turning her head and noticing that Katsuki was racing up the opposite way, ________ hopped off the bench and took off In pursuit of their mother’s.

The normally busy hallway was completely empty as __________ made her way towards where she’d briefly heard Mitsuki’s voice echoing. She was extremely curious to find out why both women had come here without informing either of their children. Once she got closer she began tip toeing; Her teachers voice was slowly becoming more audible now that she crept towards the partially open classroom door.

“-While she may be able to soothe and put a stop to his aggression, she will also be a direct cause of a lot of it…”

Was the teacher talking about her and Katsuki?

“A lot of these reported cases have ended in tragedy; usually a crime of passion, sometimes a complete misunderstanding. That’s not to say that a majority of these relationships don’t work out properly! It’s just something that will have to be monitored, you know?”

Tragedy? C-crime of passion? What did that mean??!

She felt sick and scared suddenly, making it a point to silently back away from the ajar door.

________ covered her ears all the way, she feared hearing anything more that her teacher had to say.

There is no way she could have been talking about us! We’re both going to be heroes! Heroes don’t commit crimes!

Heading out the double doors, you were too busy repeatedly reassuring yourself to stop the colison that occurred.

“Oh! im sorry! Please exc-Katsuki?”

“I was looking all over for you! The games over now, of course my team won! 37 to 14 HAH!”

He’s smirking while he yanks you up and onto your feet.

“No surprise” you say with a sigh, suddenly becoming interested with the shoes on your feet.

“While she’s able to soothe and put a stop to his aggression, she will also be a direct cause for a lot of it”

So you weren’t good to be around Katsuki?

The thought of distancing yourself from him made your chest hurt.

“Princess….what’s wrong?”

Somehow he always knows when something is bothering you…

“You don’t have to worry Suki, it’s noth-“

“Ah well look who it is! I’m surprised you two weren’t on your way home already!”

Katsuki immediately stiffened at the sound of Mitsuki’s voice. Turning around, you feigned surprise at the sight of both your mother’s exiting the school.

“What’re you two doing here?” You asked.

Your mother smiles and cheerfully says; “Oh nothing important, no need to worry! How would you kids like some ice cream?”.

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Your omega immediately forces away the intrusive memory and grounds you back in reality. Katsuki is putting off such an intense and dangerous aura; Still being slightly rational at the moment, you can’t help but want to crawl away from him. Apparently he sensed your impending attempt at escape, and presses his hips into your ass.

“Awww no running away now Omega, not when you’ve finally got me so worked up and rearing to play” he teases while nuzzling his face against your neck “You don’t need to be afraid”. Katsuki’s always wandering hands are nothing new to you, his current ministrations are much more different than anything he’s subjected you to before today. Each place he touches leaves a trail of fire in its wake, and your not at all embarrassed when your tounge lolls out of your mouth as you begin to pant.

“Suki it’s s’hot….m’too hot” you whine, squirming in attempts to convey your discomfort.

“Too hot huh? How bout I cool you off then” he lifts his weight off you, shuffling backwards on the mattress. Using one hand to separate your legs, and the other to force you into a deeper arch. You startle when the tip of his touches just above your tail bone; Then slowly tracing up over the length of your spine, up the back of your neck and pausing to suck a bruise into each side. Once that’s done he settles back between your legs, pulling your bottoms down and lifting each leg out, he then flings them away. Pulling you backwards and into his lap, you look up at him curiously as he runs his hand down your tummy.

“I’ve been waiting a long time for this day y’know? I want us to throughly enjoy ourselves so ya need to be patient princess, that okay?” he makes a show of trailing each further down your pelvis, further succeeding in making you shake. “Y-yes s’okay” you stutter as the tale tale feeling of another heat wave makes your temperature start to rise. “Mmmm your about to slip aren’t you? Don’t fight it, just embrace it…we’ll go under together, it’ll be so much better that way”.

You didn’t understand.

“W-what do you m-“

“_________, you trust me right?”

“Of course! I-“

“Then let go”

His tone encouraging as his fingers caress your lower lips, slipping in between the wet folds. Your breath hitches, feeling your body beginning to tremble again. The heat coming off your skin is getting to be overwhelming, surely you’ll burst into flame any minute!

“C’mon baby, you’re so close! Just give into it, give in to me” he’s rubbing circles into your clit, while another continuously circles the outside of your hole “I’ll take care of you I promise omega”. You give him a shaky nod as your eyes close, focusing on the pleasurable sensations spreading through each of your limbs.

“Wait! You c-“ the sudden shout resounds around the walls of your skull, but another voice drowns out its attempted warning,

“We’ve waited long enough”. Your internal Omega pushes your conscience off to the side, taking her place at the forefront of your mind; “No more wasting time, from this point on all we need, all we want is Alpha”.

When you next open your eyes all you see is Katsuki; His scent is the only thing you can smell, the warmth where his skin touches yours is all you want to feel. A soft whine grabs his attention, words are no longer necessary: The two of you currently reside in a plane of existence that is ruled by feelings and instincts. At the end of the day, when you would lay back, relax, and let your mind wander, you often imagined what your first time would be like: Inside your head you’d envision some “anonymous” blonde haired man gently lowering your nude body down onto a bed and then lovingly kissing his way down the length of it. Showering you with compliments until your face burned with embarrassment as he prepared to enter the most intimate part of you.

This however….is NOTHING like that.

Tongue and teeth clash in a series of sloppy kisses, your hair is yanked back so the entirety of your throat is bared. Katsuki laves his tounge up and down each side, pausing to make sure a deep purple bruise marks your scent gland, like that of an X on a treasure map. His fingers get yanked out of you entirely too fast, you can feel the sudden emptiness in the depths of your soul. A pathetic whimper leaves you as your hips eagerly chase after his retreating hand. Only to be followed up with a loud Yelp, as a sharp slap is delivered to your pussy, it’s with a trembling lip you do your best to rasp; “Alpha…want your….cock…please!”.

Is that really too much to ask?

His cock is hard and aching as precum smears across your cheeks while he ruts against your ass. The black of his pupils has nearly swallowed the red of his irises, you’ve never seen him like this before. Moving out from behind you, he rolls you onto your back, and forces your legs apart to move himself between them. Peeking out beneath your heavy eyelids, you eagerly watch him coat his cock with your slick. Once its deemed good enough, he leans over you and that deep guttural voice in your ear makes you gasp.

“Wanted you from the first time I ever laid eyes on you omega…and now you’ll finally be all mine at last! No one can separate us anymore, and no one will ever take you from me…They’d have to pry you from my dead fuckin’ hands”

Tears fill your eyes at the thought of something so terrible, “No alpha, never say that!”.

The head of his cock bullies it’s way between your folds, and with no warning the tip is pressing into your tight hole. Slick accumulating at your entrance begins to dribble down his balls and cover your ass. The impressive size of his length is making it difficult for your body to accommodate such a large amount of mass into this tiny confined space. Your crying now as your nails rake down his back, he absolutely adores seeing you like this. “You can take it omega” he growls pressing a kiss to each eyelid as you continue to squirm and gasp. It’s a slow process, but eventually you are able to accept each of his inches. You’re joined together now, hip to hip as he enjoys the way his cock feels being snuggled up in the fit of your tight cunt.

Katsuki loves you so much, and that’s the only thing keeping him from brutally withdrawing and thrusting his hips. Your eyes open and you nod signaling him to start moving, he obliges. Slow and shallow at first, then you begin pushing back against him. The room fills with steam from the heat of your interaction; The only sounds you hear are of skin striking skin, panting, keening, growling, snarling.

“Mine!”

“Alpha”

“Omega”

Proper speech has long since eluded both you and him after an hour into your animalistic style romp. You were so far gone by the time things began winding their way towards the home stretch.

“P-please Al..pha…n-no…m-mo-more…c-cant..jus c-cant” you cry out in exhaustion.

“Yes you can! Just one more for me omega…”

“Noooo I can’t!”

A breathless drawn out moan follows your declaration as his fingers rub figure eights into your puffy abused clit. Katsuki’s thrusts become sloppy and swift as he puts you into a mating press. His cock now able to plunge into your previously unexplored depths with reckless abandon. This is it, the final thing, the MOST IMPORTANT piece of all this; To deliver the bite that will forever bind you to him. He’s seconds away from absolute bliss, it’s difficult to sound properly authoritative being as close as he is, so when he delivers the alpha command you don’t even notice.

“Cum for me Omega…cum again”.

The pleasure is white hot and blinding as it spreads from you to him. You feel the pulsing from the place his teeth had sunk in, but pain doesn’t accompany it. You no longer know where you start and he begins; His knot locks you and him together as your teeth sink into his skin. Both of you stare at each other, it’s unbelievable that you’d finally been able to accomplish this. The last thing you remember before falling asleep was telling your alpha how much you loved him.

The next few days passed in a similar fashion.

You were asleep when your classmates returned, but it wouldn’t have mattered because even if you hadn’t been, Katsuki wouldn’t let you near any of them. You sleep blissfully unaware of the weight that now accompanies your rash decision.

Your “new life” is about to begin!

Wether you like it or not….

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A/N: Originally, I had planned on concluding this here BUT with all the feedback I’ve received, I’m definitely going to be able to squeeze in a few more chapters before concluding this series. Expect some drama, & a much more detailed smut scene at the conclusion.

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stardustbarbarians · 2 years

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I Hear the River Say Your Name

Chapter 1 (ch. 2 | ch. 3 | ch. 4 | ch. 5 | ch. 6 | ch. 7)

A Josh Kiszka / fem!reader fic

Summary: Even before you were dating, you and Josh had been friends for years. You didn't see anything changing between you anytime soon. Then one day, you wake up and Greta Van Fleet doesn't exist and Josh isn't your boyfriend.

Tags: fluff, angst, a brief moment where you and Josh fight in middle school, getting together

A/N: That Sammy fic is coming, don't worry! This one just put a chokehold on me and it was all I could write. This will be a multi-chapter fic, but I don't see it being particularly long, maybe about 5ish chapters. Without any further ado, enjoy!

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You and Josh had been together for years now and you didn’t see that changing anytime soon. Ever since you two were kids, everyone around you joked that you two would get married and grow old together.

You remember the time when you and Josh were playing house one day when you were really young. Jake was there too, pretending to be a dog while Josh played the husband and you played the wife. The three of you were completely lost within the world you had built in your minds, reality acting as nothing more than the set design for your scenario. All three of you had failed to notice that it was starting to get dark and that you needed to get back to the house before sunset, prompting Mrs. Kiszka to come and find you when you didn’t respond to her calling your names.

“Kids, do you realize what time it is?” she questioned, that maternal concern laced into her words.

“Sorry mom, we were just playing,” Josh rushed to explain, breaking character for the first time in hours.

“Oh, yeah? What were you playing that was so interesting?” She had placed her hands onto her hips, harkening back to the way your own mother would do that when she was scolding you.

“BARK!” Jake exclaimed, still down on all fours on the grass.

“House,” you translated for Mrs. Kiszka.

“Oh, I see. Is Jake your dog, then?”

“He’s our dog!” Josh clarified rather petulantly, his arms coming to cross over his chest with an annoyed huff.

Mrs. Kiszka smiled at that, her anger at you guys for not following the rules dissipated. “‘Our dog’? You picked Josh to be your husband again?”

You shook your head no. That wasn’t what happened.

“Jake wanted to be my husband this time but Josh wouldn’t let him and then Jake started to be my husband anyway, but Josh got mad and started to yell that he always played my husband and then he pushed Jake and then Jake pushed him back and then they started to fight and I had to yell at them to stop and then ran to go and tell on them for fighting and then they stopped fighting and Jake let Josh be my husband,” you explained in the rambling way that six year olds do.

Because you had just barely aged out of being a toddler, you failed to notice the amused yet knowing look on the twin’s mother’s face. Looking back at this memory, you came to realize that Mrs. Kiszka could see right through her oldest son like he was bathing in windex.

“I see. I guess he just wants to practice for the future,” she not so subtly implied.

“I don’t wanna marry her!” Josh sputtered, his face turning a bright red.

Mrs. Kiszka just smiled down at her son, you and Jake watching Josh as he began to glare grumpily at his mother.

“Whatever you say, dear,” Mrs. Kiszka placated, gently pushing Josh towards the house.

This teasing lasted well into your teenage years and it only got more aggressive the older you two got. Everyone would joke about you two getting together, calling you Josh’s girlfriend and vice versa, constantly hinting about how you two should kiss… It was like a broken record that played 24/7.

It was especially bad in middle school, to the point that it strained your friendship. Josh would stop talking to you as much and, on really bad days, not at all. There was even a period of time in seventh grade where Josh ignored you entirely. It only lasted two months, but it was one of the worst two months of your life. You had felt so isolated and alone, crying almost every night that your best friend wouldn’t so much as give you a glance when you called his name.

Jake was still friendly with you, but it was clear that he was in a really awkward position. While it was unspoken, it was clear he didn’t want to pick sides in the strange war that his brother had initiated.

“You can’t ask him why?”

“You already know I have, Sunny, and he wouldn’t tell me.” He was trying to be compassionate, but he was tired of having this conversation for the hundredth time.

Jake’s use of your nickname made a stab of longing go through your heart. You knew he didn’t mean to hurt you deliberately, it was just that Josh was the one who gave it to you. He just called you that one day years ago and it stuck ever since. You never really thought to ask where the name came from.

“I just don’t get it, Jake. It was like one day he woke up and decided he hated me,” you whimpered, tears threatening to fall from eyes and your throat feeling raw.

“I don’t know, either. It’s really fucking awful how he’s treating you, and for no good reason,” Jake angrily agreed, his arms crossing over his chest as he leaned against the tree you two were sitting under. Josh had elected to stay in the house away from you two when Jake invited you over after school. He didn’t say a word to you or even look in your direction, he just made a b-line for his room and slammed the door behind him.

“You shouldn’t swear, your mom might hear,” you try to joke, your words coming out watery and choked.

“She agrees with me.”

“Your mom knows about this?” You didn’t understand why you felt so ashamed by that.

“Even Sammy knows something’s up. He’s been asking why you haven’t been around as much lately and Josh just ignores him. He ignores everyone when they ask what his problem is, he just won’t tell us. Mom even grounded him when he kept on ignoring her,” Jake informed, picking at the grass next to him.

“He got grounded?”

“Oh yeah, he couldn’t leave the house for the weekend. He’s actually grounded from using the record player for a week for screaming at Sam for asking when he was gonna talk to you again.”

For the first time in weeks, you felt something other than crippling rejection and sadness as what Jake told you sunk it. “He screamed at Sammy?!”

Jake’s head snapped in your direction at your sudden outburst, shock making his eyes widen. “I’m almost afraid to tell you that Sam cried but I also want to see how you’d react.”

You were seeing red, the anger surging through you like a tsunami. You had never felt such rage in your life. It was one thing to just ignore you, but to make Sammy cry because he asked about you? Josh had crossed a line.

“You know what?? Fuck this!” You shot up from your spot on the grass and stomped towards the house, Jake following behind you.

You didn’t even bother being polite as you burst through the back door and trudged up the stairs, knowing that Josh would be in his room without having to ask. You all but kicked the door down as you entered, Josh jumping out of his skin.

“Josha Michael Kiszka, you have some explaining to do!” You would be lying if you said you didn’t get some gratification at the fear in his eyes that had manifested.

However, that gratification was quickly stamped out when he furrowed his brow and turned back to the book he was reading. It took everything in your power to not just take that book and throw it out the window.

“You just woke up one day and chose to completely ignore me, you refuse to answer your family when they try to get an answer out of you, and you screamed at Sammy and made him cry?? What the hell is wrong with you??”

Stubbornly, Josh pointedly kept his eyes on the pages in front of him. You’d bet real money that he wasn’t actually reading and was just using any excuse to continue his stupid game of pretending you don’t exist. There was a tense silence in the air as he continued to not acknowledge you.

“Look, you can continue to ignore me for the rest of your life, but I at least deserve an explanation. Just please tell me what I did to make you so mad at me, I can’t take it,” you plead, your hand gripping the door jamb like your life depended on it.

Very briefly, Josh flicked his eyes onto you before jumping back to his book. The crease that had formed between his eyebrows had vanished, his features turning soft from what you could see of them. He still refused to answer you, however.

You felt your eyes begin to burn as you desperately tried to choke back tears. Crying was for babies and you needed to be strong. Behind you, you felt Jake get restless at the silence, his own anger building.

Reaching his limit, Jake marched towards his twin and ripped the book out of Josh’s hands, chucking it across the room and throwing it into the wall of the hallway from the open door.

“Jake! I was-”

“Look at her, Josh! You’re making her miserable!” He pointed at you from the side of the bed his brother was on.

Finally, Josh looked at you; actually looked at you. Simultaneously you felt like you wanted to cry out in relief while also wanting to punch Josh in the dick for putting you through this.

“We’re all tired of you acting like an enormous asshole towards her for no goddamn reason! Just tell us why!” Jake ordered, very clearly fed up with his brother.

“Please, Josh. I just want to know what I did,” you begged when he remained silent.

“You didn’t-” Josh stopped himself from talking to you once he realized what he was doing.

That’s what finally made you crack, the tears dripping from your eyes on their own accord. Josh cursed under his breath when he noticed.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Sunny. I can’t believe you’d think that.”

“Are you kidding?? What else was I supposed to think??”

“I was sick of people always teasing us and saying that we should date! I thought that if I just didn’t talk to you, it would go away!” he finally explained, his frustration lacing his shouting.

For a moment, it was completely silent. There was no way that was the actual reason, you didn’t want to believe it.

“Are you serious?”

The silence that followed was all the answer you needed.

“You hate the idea of being with me that much?” While it probably wasn’t the most logical leap to make, it was the only thing that made sense to you.

“Sunny, that’s- No, that’s not true at all! It’s been awful not talking to you!”

“So why do you keep doing it?!” You were so confused and irritated that you felt a new set of tears form, these ones almost painfully hot.

“I DON’T KNOW!” he snapped, his own eyes now glittering with tears. Josh’s chest was heaving, his breathing gone heavy.

“Then please stop! I miss you, goddamn it!” you yelled right back, reminiscent of a soap opera. Then again, almost all middle schoolers tended to be overly dramatic.

He wouldn’t budge. Josh stayed right in his spot on the bed and stared at you stubbornly, tears still accumulating in his eyes.

“Please…”

He couldn’t seem to stand it anymore. Josh rose from his spot and proceeded to pull you into the tightest hug he’d given you up to that point. The relief crashed into you like a freight train, a choked sob escaping you as you buried your head into his neck. You finally had your best friend back.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed, the shakiness of it indicative of him crying.

You both stayed there hugging each other for a while, just basking in each other’s deeply pined attention. You probably would’ve stayed there forever, if you could’ve. However, Josh’s family had other ideas.

“Finally,” you heard Mr. Kiszka announce from behind you, causing embarrassment to immediately engulf your body.

Like it burned the both of you, you and Josh jumped away from each other. If you had looked over at him, you would’ve noticed a blush on his face that matched your deep red one.

“Does this mean you guys are friends again?” Sammy asked, standing next to his father in the doorway. There was a hopeful look in his eyes as he looked back and forth between his brother and you.

Nervously, you throw a glance at Josh. You were still expecting to be ignored despite everything that happened.

“Yes, Sam. We’re friends again.” Josh was beaming at you as he spoke.

Josh had kept his word and never ignored you again. That was pretty much the only significant rocky patch the two of you had in your relationship. It wasn’t like you two didn’t argue, but it was a safe bet to call that the worst it had ever gotten.

Despite everyone’s best efforts, the two of you didn’t officially start dating until your senior year of high school. It had been a very unremarkable event for something that had close to a decade of build up.

You guys were hanging out with all your friends at a bonfire and everyone wanted food. Considering the time, the only option available was McDonald’s. After taking everyone’s orders, you and Josh went together to get it without even any discussion on who was going.

It was during the drive to the restaurant that, out of the blue, Josh just asked: “Hey, do you want to be my girlfriend?”

Pleasantly surprised, you couldn’t help the huge grin that nearly split your face.

“Yes, I would like that very much,” you responded brightly.

And just like that, the two of you were dating. Even better was the fact that no one seemed to notice the shift in dynamic between you two. You and Josh had an unspoken agreement to not tell anyone. There wasn’t really any real reason other than wanting to get back at everyone for teasing you for so long.

It took months for anyone to notice. In their defense, your and Josh’s dynamic hadn’t changed much at all. It wasn’t until one day while the boys were practicing in their garage while you were present that anyone found out.

Josh had insisted that they play “Sunshine on My Shoulders” by John Denver, all the while avoiding your eyes. It took a little convincing to get Jake to switch from his electric to an acoustic, but Sam was already trying to practice the bassline and Danny was adjusting the height of his high-hat. Jake finally relented when he saw that he was outnumbered.

Your heart swelled as Josh serenaded you, a soft smile on his features the entire time he performed. You were reminded of the night the both of you had slow danced to this song in his room, the old record popping and crackling from decades of use. It was the song you shared your first kiss to, forever cementing it as the theme song to your relationship.

For him to have the band play it in front of you was his way of telling you that he loved you like he loved his music. Just like with the band, your relationship wasn’t something he particularly wanted at first, but quickly grew to fall in love with.

Despite how cliche it was, you found tears welling in your eyes. Luckily, no one seemed to notice and you were counting your blessings.

When the song was over, Josh just smiled at you with the same amount of admiration that you felt within yourself. You couldn’t stop your legs from running towards him, nor your arms as they wrapped around his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

“I love you too, Joshy,” you whispered after breaking off the kiss, burying your head into his neck. His arms were tightly wrapped around you as well, his breath tickling the skin of your shoulder.

Both of you failed to notice the purely stunned silence that permeated the air while you embraced, completely lost in your own world. You kind of regret that slightly as you would’ve loved to see everyone’s reactions to finally finding out.

“You guys are dating?!” Jake’s exclamation finally brought you both back to the present.

Pulling away from each other, you finally notice everyone’s shocked expressions. You can’t help but laugh; serves them right.

“How long have you been together?” Danny asked from behind his kit, the least amount of surprise on his face out of the three.

“About three months now?” Josh turns to you for confirmation, wherein you nod your head in affirmation.

“You’ve been together since March??” Sammy finally piped up, picking his jaw up off the floor.

“It wasn’t like we were exactly keeping it a secret,” you smugly comment, amused at everyone’s gobsmacked reactions.

“The only thing we didn’t do was kiss in front of everyone,” Josh added, wrapping an arm around your waist and leaning into your space. You could smell his earthy body wash from this close.

You watched all three boys analyze your guy’s interactions over the past three months, their faces progressively looking more and more forlorn as they noticed more and more signs about you and Josh. You could hear Josh trying to suppress his giggling causing you to laugh yourself.

“Why did it go quiet in here? Something wrong?” Mrs. Kiszka asks, poking her head into the garage from the house.

“Mom, Sunny and Josh are dating. Did you know about this?” Jake pointed at the both of you, Josh’s arm still around you as his mother looked over.

“No, but it’s about damn time,” she decreed, a proud and loving smile on her face.

It wasn’t long after that the band started to gain popularity. You were so happy the day you first heard Greta Van Fleet on the radio, immediately calling up Josh to tell him to tune to the station so everyone could hear. You attended every concert you could with your limitation of also being in college preventing you from just becoming a full-time groupie.

You have long gotten used to them being on tour and away for extended periods of time, but the first time was bad. It was hard not being able to see your best friends and boyfriend all the time, especially since making new friends was hard for you. You had managed to find solace in being able to call them every night for hours on end.

On that fateful day, the boys were out on tour. They were scheduled to have a break soon and you were counting the days.

Waking up you felt sore as you stretched your arms above your head, the kind of soreness you get after pushing yourself too hard at the gym. Funny, you didn’t work out yesterday so you had no idea why you were so sore.

Figuring you had just slept funny, you just shrug it off and get ready for the day. As usual, you text Josh a good morning and carry on with your morning routine without another thought. The fact that Josh’s contact name was different should’ve tipped you off.

While you were making your coffee was when he got back to you. You didn’t even look at it at first, busy with mixing in the right amount of creamer into your drink.

Good morning

Not to sound rude or anything, but why are you texting me good morning?

You felt your brow knit after reading the text.

Can’t I wish my boyfriend good morning?

Even though he was miles away, you could feel Josh’s confusion.

Boyfriend? I didn’t know we were dating

Your heart drops as you hear someone come through your front door. You weren’t expecting anyone and usually your parents would let you know they were coming beforehand. Standing frozen in your kitchen, you panic as you try to decide what the fuck you should do.

Just as you were about to dial 911, the person in question appeared in the kitchen from the hallway.

“Danny?”

“Good morning,” he greets, placing the grocery bags he was carrying onto the counter.

“What are you doing here?”

Danny freezed, his eyes flicking onto you as he seemed to assess you.

“Uh, I live here?” he answers, his brow knitting in concern.

You lived alone. Danny wasn’t your roommate. But, you also had other things to worry about at that moment.

“I thought you guys were on tour,” you elaborate, your coffee growing cold in your hand.

“Tour? I don’t have another tournament for another two weeks,” he tries his best to explain, clearly just about as confused as you were.

“What do you mean tournament?” Your head felt like it was in one of those carnival rides that would spin so fast that it would pin you to the wall.

“The Masters? I know you don’t know a lot about golf, but you gotta at least know The Masters Tournament in Augusta,” Danny answered, the concern on his face growing.

“You play for the PGA.” It wasn’t a question.

For a moment, Danny just stared at you like he couldn’t tell whether or not you were being genuine.

“I’ve been in the PGA for as long as we’ve lived together…” he slowly explained, the look in his eye telling you he was incredibly worried about you.

“No, this isn’t right. You aren’t in the PGA and Josh is still my boyfriend,” you firmly state, your knees feeling like they’re about to buckle beneath you.

Stepping away from the counter, Danny made his way towards you and gently urged you to sit down at the kitchen table. He pressed a hand to your forehead to feel a fever, his face scrunching up in worry.

“Are you feeling alright? You’re talking kind of crazy,” the other Danny questioned.

You didn’t answer him. Instead, you unlocked your phone and opened up Instagram. You would open it and see all of the pictures of you and Josh that you had posted there as proof that you weren’t the crazy one.

They weren’t there.

A tear slipped from your eye as you were faced with a plethora of images that were foreign to you. It was as if someone had expertly photoshopped you into a barrage of pictures where you were out with people you didn’t recognize and places you weren’t familiar with.

You didn’t resist as Danny wrapped an arm around your shoulder, trying to soothe you with his embrace. You leaned into him, needing something familiar to you at that moment.

“It’s alright, you’re ok,” he muttered calmingly despite how confused he was.

It wasn’t though. Nothing was ok and there was a part of you that feared it would always be that way.

You had never been so terrified in your life.

“Danny, help me.”

He wasn’t able to. You knew this wasn’t some horrible nightmare that you were going to wake up from.

This was real.

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miekasa · 3 years

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M-mie could we get some athlete boyfriend eren hcs too if you don’t mind, please and thank you😩

He is: my boyfriend, and I love him dearly. Perfect amount of himbo and athlete without being a jock, everybody give it up for Eren for being my dream boy <3

Eren plays sports year round, with the exception of maybe one or two winter seasons, just because his school/work/home life was too busy for athletics at those times. Otherwise, he’s always go something to practice for: soccer in the fall, hockey in the winter, and his choice of baseball or basketball in the spring.

He’s not a varsity athlete; that is, he’s not “committed” to any one team, so he’s not tied to playing one sport every year, nor are his academics linked to his athletics, or vice versa. He’s just a pretty athletic guy, and he’s got a lot of energy, and he enjoys sports, so naturally he plays whenever he can.

As it turns out, it does help him with his academics. Knowing he’s got practice the majority of the week forces Eren into building a schedule that prioritizes both schoolwork and sports so he can enjoy them equally. It teaches him to be independent in a way that he wasn’t expecting, but he’s come to really love.

And because he loves it, he doesn’t mind working hard for it. Liking the way he’s set it up for himself encourages him to do his best in both areas. It’s really just good for him all around: a good outlet fo his energy, a good way to spend his time, a good way to keep his grades in check, and a good way to keep himself comfortably happy and busy.

His appetite is insatiable, so it’s only dramatized when playing sports. He takes the all you can eat in all you can eat sushi a little too seriously.

The thing is… he’s a shit cook, too, so it’s not like he’s meal prepping to make sure he’s satisfying his appetite. He just buys a shit ton of food whenever he’s hungry. He’s always asking you if you wanna grab food, and part of it is to ensure that you’re eating—not as much as him, but eating nonetheless—but part of it is that he just likes sharing meals with someone.

He also doesn’t like to eat alone, so even if you only have your ten California rolls to his forty six spicy tuna rolls, that’s fine; he just wants the company.

That’s also why even if you say you’re not hungry, he’ll drag you out to eat with him anyway. And you’ll probably get fed some of his food even if you don’t order anything and insist that you’re not hungry because, “It’s really good, baby, just try it—just one bite, it’s okay I’ve got plenty left!”

He usually keeps a few granola bars and chips and other snacks of his liking on him. But because of Eren’s nature, he keeps them on you, too: in your car, in your backpack, in your apartment/dorm. You’ll meet him after class and he’ll kinda just start walking behind you, and you realize he’s opening your backpack, and you don’t even have time to question him before he’s pulling a bar out of the smallest pocket with a smile and munching on it.

Sometimes you come home and see his little protein shakes in your fridge. You definitely didn’t put them there, but you don’t move them, either. When you stock up on more when they’re running low, Eren contemplates marrying you.

If it’s been a hard week of practice or school, he tends to get sleepy when studying (usually when studying for his least favorite class, no coincidence there). He’ll close his laptop, put his hood up, and scooch his chair closer to yours before leaning his head on your shoulder.

He gets increasingly clingier the longer he naps; hand wrapping around your waist, nose poking at your neck. He’s not so subtly trying to hint that he wants you to quit studying and take him home to cuddle instead. If you don’t get the message, expect him to shut your laptop for you.

When you protest, Eren just looks at you with pouty lips and tired eyes, “Chemistry sucks anyway. Wanna nap, and also wanted you to do that thing with your hands when you massage my back for me.” (He then promptly falls asleep mid-massage on your bed).

He’s actually got a waiver to see a physical massage therapist because of how frequently he’s exercising. On occasion, he goes, but he claims he likes your massages much better. Also because he’s hesitant about a stranger touching him and once he moaned when the guy was working on his back and Eren swears it was one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.

He doesn’t get upset if you can’t make it to every game, but he does like it when you show up. Gets all cheesy and cocky with his arm around your shoulder, going on about how, “You’re my good luck charm, baby. I play better when you’re watching, you know?”

He has so much team clothing, from sweats to hoodies to t-shirts to socks. All he asks is that you wear something on game days, even if you can’t be there to support him while he’s playing. And that you keep one or two things for yourself anyway. He’ll put them in your closet for your if you don’t take them yourself <2

Because seeing you in his hoodie is always great, but his team hoodies are extra special, because they’ve got his name and his number on them. Whenever you’re wearing one, he trails just a half step behind you so he can see JAEGER printed on your back while you walk. Something about you wearing his last name around is… enticing, to say the least.

Even if it’s not the clothes branded with his name, Eren’s got a thing for you in sweats and/or workout clothes, so he’ll toss them at you whenever you sleep over. He’s always handsy, even if you’re just wearing an Under Armour shirt with the school’s logo on it; the material of it, and knowing that it’s his just makes him want to keep his hands on you.

Truthfully, he doesn’t workout all that much outside of practice. Occasionally, he’ll go to the gym with some of his teammates if they need a buddy, or go himself to stretch or take one of the free classes, but he doesn’t have a strict schedule for it. If you go to the gym, he’ll follow you if you ask, tho.

Turns out something that he does like is yoga. He’s not particularly flexible lmfao, but the stretching helps with muscle pain and tension, and he kinda finds the whole atmosphere of it relaxing. He’s still not so great at the meditation part of it, but he’s getting there.

(Actually, it’s pretty cute because on Tuesday and Thursdays, the yoga classes at the gym on campus are open-level and beginner friendly. That’s when the majority of the athletes show up, and you see people like Eren, Jean and Connie holding tree pose in the back room).

This, of course, makes him think that couples yoga is a great idea. Let’s just say, you’re lucky that Eren is strong enough to catch you and has sharp reflexes, because he’s certainly not the most balanced partner for this activity.

Game days are fun for him, and usually even if his team loses, he’s still so pumped up on adrenaline that he’s pretty happy. He only gets moody if he thinks the other team is playing dirty, or the refs are unfair, or he’s just been in a bad mood because of something that happened in his personal life; sports are an outlet for him, not his drive in life, so losing a game doesn’t take a huge toll on him.

Usually, even if he is upset about something personal, he’s able to funnel it into his game play. Small things used to make his whole sportsmanship sour, but overtime, he’s really gotten better at using his energy to fuel the right things. However, one thing that makes him foul (emotionally and literally; as in he might foul out of a game), is if he’s been fighting with you.

Sometimes it works in his favor—using the game as outlet, like usual—but it goes south pretty quickly. Because instead of using his aggression in a productive way, he gets distracted and easily pissed off, and it’s no good for anybody, especially himself. Because if he fouls out, or the coach takes him out for doing too much, then he can’t play; and if he can’t play then all that pent up frustration has no where to go; and then he’s forced to just sit with himself and his thoughts, but usually he starts deflecting and telling everyone else to piss off. Truly a no good, very bad box he’s put himself in.

You guys don’t fight that often, and it’s rare that it drags out for an extended amount of time when you do; but as with any relationship, it can happen. And when it does happen, if Armin doesn’t get to you first, expect one of Eren’s teammates to come groveling at your feet.

Or, rather, two. Because when you and Eren were fighting for over two weeks about god knows what at this point, it was Connie and Jean who ambushed you in the library. Jean had some pride to keep, but Connie was practically begging you to make up with Eren: “Look, I know he’s probably the one who said or did something to piss you off, and I’m not saying you gotta forgive him, but please just talk to him. I can’t run anymore extra laps because of him, and it’s gonna be so embarrassing if we lose to a C-list team on Friday because Eren’s funking up everyone’s attitude. PLEASE!”

Jean is more interested in the tea between you guys, but he also wants Eren to go back to being his normal hotheaded self, and not his current moody self. “He’s been playing like a bitch baby all week, and I’m gonna knock his skull in if he doesn’t fucking get his act together,” Jean rolls his eyes, “So just show up on Friday, alright? Do it for me and Connie, at least.”

When Eren does see you in the crowd at the game, it’s not a Troy and Gabriella moment, but when he sees you he feels so much relief that he’s physically calmer and way more mentally relaxed—because at this point Eren wasn’t even mad, he was just scared you might break up with him, and that fear brought out the worst in him. Seeing you in the stands, even if you didn’t wanna speak to him, was reassurance that you still gave a damn about him, and that was motivation enough.

He rushes to you after the game, wanting to make sure you don’t get swept away or leave with your friends. He’s smiling and so happy to finally see you that he almost forgets that you’re mad with him; hugging you and grinning ear to ear. When the reality kicks in, he kinda steps back at bit and rubs at his neck, embarrassed, but at least he knows he still has a chance to make things right with you.

(When you do make up, you’re surprised to find flowers and $10 coupon for your favorite pizza place in your mailbox a few days later. They’re from Connie, and his poorly handwritten note thanks you for “saving the team” and “curbing Eren’s temper).

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Who is the most needy while in heat?

I decided to write for a few characters for different categories: Clingiest, Horniest, Territorial and Requires Support. Enjoy~

Who is the clingiest:

1. Itachi – Itachi has only ever had soft heats in his life(heats that are not sexually, but instead emotionally charged). He didn’t have his first heat until he was already part of the Akatsuki and didn’t feel safe enough for a proper heat. His health also isn’t the best, so his body knows to have soft heats rather than normal heats. Because he only has these types of heats, they are very strong. He feels a constant urge to be by your side, ideally with you touching him at all times. He can’t take suppressants because they mess with his illness, so he can’t minimise the effects. He spends the two days holed up in his room, the door locked and sealed shut. He won’t let you leave his nest much, growling and whining if you try. His instincts are screaming at him that he has to protect you and that you have to protect him. He can get a little addled and confused because the impulses are too strong. He’s extremely clingy in heat and he hates it. He always feels embarrassed afterwards.

2. Izuku – Izuku is prone to crying and feeling very rejected if you neglect him during his preheat or heat. He feels the sting of rejection very strongly and feeling abandoned during a heat is… not good for omegas to put it lightly. It can make them sick if it’s serious enough. So, Izuku will definitely try and keep you in his nest as much as possible, asking wordlessly to be carried with you if you need to leave for a moment. Going to work or leaving the house during his heats (even when he’s on suppressants) is a no-no for him. He will do anything to get you to stay with him, including but not limited to hiding your keys, seducing you, and begging.

3. Mammon – From the second he’s in preheat, he literally will not leave you alone. He’s very attention starved, but his slight tsundere tendencies keep him from acting on his need for affection. His heat and preheat remove the tsundere tendencies and make him even more desperate for attention. He’s hanging off of his Alpha constantly, following them around and sleeping in their room. He enjoys laying on top of them while they stroke his hair or rub his back. Will growl away anyone who tries to take you from him. If the growling doesn’t work, he’ll whine at you to stay with him because he knows you can’t refuse him when he’s like that.

4. Kaoru – He doesn’t like how clingy he is, but it’s very uncomfortable for an omega to ignore their heat urges, so he doesn’t bother trying to resist it. He’s very prone to loneliness when he’s in heat or preheat, so he likes it if you’re with him as much as possible. He will spend most the time sitting on your lap, innocently and not so innocently.

5. L – He isn’t particularly fussed about constant physical affection, but he wants you to be in the same room as him at all times. He constantly turns away from his work to make sure you’re still sitting in the room with him, and in the evenings, he likes if he can sit on your lap while he works. His heats are reduced from suppressants, and his libido is very low generally, but he still likes to make sure his alpha is safe and with him during his heat and be surrounded by his alpha’s scent.

Who is the most territorial during heat:

1. Sasuke – Will straight up growl at anyone who gets too close to you both, and it won’t end well if someone shows up at his house when he’s in heat. Sasuke immediately views whoever it is as a threat and would likely try and attack them, especially if they were a stranger or someone he didn’t like. He is a lot less stressed during this time if you both just hole up at home for his preheat and heat. One of the reasons he makes his nest in a walk in wardrobe is because it’s an easily defendable place.

2. Shikamaru – He has to have an arm around you or vice versa at all times. He makes sure you always smell like him during his preheats, just as a warning to other omegas. In heat, he gets very intense and caught up in the feelings, so interruptions from outsiders will be jarring and he’s likely to react aggressively.

3. Shinsou – Is very paranoid when in heat and preheat. He gets nervous about people coming to try and hurt him and his mate while he’s weak, so he doesn’t like anyone he doesn’t know around you or him. Shinsou is fiercely protective of his family and his alpha. When he’s actually in heat, he would probably try to attack anyone who got too close.

4. Belphie – Likes to just lay down and sleep with you when he’s in preheat, and whenever any of his brothers (or anyone else) try and get you to move, he growls them away, wrapping his arms around your chest to stop you from going anywhere. Would definitely bite someone if they were brave enough to try and remove him from you by force. When he’s in heat, he uses compulsion charms to keep people away from the attic where he likes to spend his heat with you.

5. Diavolo – He can’t keep his hands or lips off of his alpha during preheat, but not just in a horny way, mainly in a ‘they’re mine’ kind of way. He likes to show off his relationship to others as a warning to stay away. He is delightfully smug if you return the treatment.

6. Kusuo – He pretends he isn’t being territorial when he’s in preheat, but whenever you end up in conversation with someone, Kusuo is just suddenly standing next to you, I wonder how that happened? He also makes a way greater effort to ditch anyone who might interrupt his alone time with you. He turns his friends away if they show up at his door when he’s in preheat. When in heat, he gets off on the ‘you’re mine and I’m yours’ aspect.

7. Light – This boy in greedy for your attention when he’s in preheat, and very bitter if he doesn’t get enough of it. He directs most of his anger at anyone who he perceives as taking you away from him. He will lie and manipulate others away from you both during this time with zero hesitation or regret. Would be possessive if you gave too much attention to a book while he’s in heat.

Who needs the most support:

1. Alois – I headcanon that Alois has some specific heat related trauma, that I’m not going to get into right now, that impacts him greatly. His alpha is his protection. He only feels safe during his heat if you’re there with him. If you leave him alone, even just for a minute, he will panic, fear mixing with his already heat addled brain. For that reason, he needs a great deal of support, he needs a gentle touch and a constant presence.

2. Shouto – His father paid to have him on illegal grade suppressant without him knowing just after Shouto’s quirk came in. Endeavour got the quirk he wanted, but not the dynamic he wanted, so he tried to change that. He experiences similar heats to Neji when he first comes off of suppressants. He’s so sensitive everywhere that it hurts. He wants to be touched so badly, but it hurts him. His alpha needs to work with him slowly to help him overcome the sensitivity.

3. Neji – I mentioned before that due to the suppressant abuse that was inflicted on Neji as a child, his heats can be very painful, especially at first, much like Shouto. For a more in-depth analysis, I have headcanons on Neji’s suppressant abuse listed on my pinned masterlist.

4. Keigo (Hawks) – He suffers from really bad paranoia during his heats. At first, it’s unclear what’s triggering the paranoia, but eventually it becomes clear that his treatment in the hands of the Commission have left him some nasty mental scars. When Keigo is in heat, he needs to have the door locked and bolted, the windows lock and covered with thick curtains and blinds, he needs to be rid of all technology or anything a person could use to contact him, and he needs all supplies to be in his nest with him so that neither you nor him have to leave that one room. It’s why the room he nests in must have an ensuite. He tends to have soft heats (emotionally charge rather than sexually charged) because his paranoia makes his body think he’s in too much danger to have a proper heat. It’s lucky that his heats normally only last for a day.

(N-sfw under cut~)

Who is the horniest:

1. Sebastian – He barely manages to keep it together during the day when he has to serve Ciel, but at night? You better be fucking him so well that he can’t stay coherent. He needs a full eight hours of sex before the heat withdraws enough for him to focus. A demon’s heat is very intensive after all.

2. Kakashi – Every little thing sets him off when he’s in heat. Maybe you knotted him and the heat is subsiding a little, but then you bit your lip or stretch in a certain way, and immediately he’s consumed by his heat again. He struggles to keep it in his trousers long enough to hydrate and sleep. Sometimes he needs to cockwarm his alpha just to be able to calm his instincts enough to sleep.

3. Tamaki A – He gets so horny at the peaks of his heat that any and all nervousness completely vanishes. He will beg his alpha shamelessly to get what he needs. He cannot control his voice at all, so you better hope your neighbours are forgiving, because Amajiki shouts some filthy things when he feels really good.

4. Asmo – No one is surprised that he is completely and overwhelmingly horny for his entire heat. Most omegas have down moments for resting and hydrating while their heat isn’t so bad. Not Asmo. His heat lasts for three days (a maximum amount) and is intense for all of it. You have to make him to eat and drink something while he begs and writhes on your lap for you to fuck him.

5. Kiba – Has a very high sex drive in general, even when he’s not in heat, so it’s no surprise that he’s basically insatiable when he’s in heat. He jumps his alpha five times a day when he’s in preheat, and every hour when he’s in heat. If you can’t provide for him as often as he needs, he will absolutely buy a knotted dildo and use it while he’s on top of you. Most of the time that convinces his alpha to help him get off.

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